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ORIGIN A L.
For the Southern Post.
AN “EQUIVOQUE.”
Oh Keep thy heart an offering To the fair,
A wise resolve, too wise, to waste on air !
For you, Oh woman ! with your sparkling eyes,
Fond Man should breathe his life in tender sighs—
Love! and confiding dwell on married bliss,
And know ! no time to waste on trash like this—
To you, enchanted turn as to some star,
So should the seaman to the light afar—
Ask not on earth but love as fond aj thine,
For care taints not the air around thy shrine.
JANUS.
For the Southern Post.
“ The Spectator Revived.”
Mr. Editor—l am glad to think my unpretending
note to you, a week or two since, has elicited some lit
tle enquiry among some of your correspondents in re
lation to the importance of reviving something like the
Spectator, and the means by which this may be brought
about. Now, although I may not have acknowledged
in my former communication, that we have no such
men as Addison, or Steele, or the Axons, in Georgia;
and though my piece may have savored a little of pre
sumption or vanity, yet I am free to confess now, that
Ireneus never dreamed of coping with such writers,
but only of attempting to imitate them, in striving to
do fur Georgia, what they have done for Britian.
1 am pleased with the general tenor of Heinfred’s re
marks, although he evidently attempted to give me a
swipe, and succeeded so admirably, that 1 have scarce
ly recovered from the blow, at this late hour. It was.
however, done in such good nature, that I am certain
lie cannot belong to that eccentric odd set of fellows,
who compose the symposium of the Observer. Tho\
without flattery, from the specimen we have before us,
Heinfred would doubtlessly make ail able collaberator
to that department of your paper. His enquiry, in re
lation to who this Mr. Anon might be, reminds me ve
ry much of a circumstance that occurred with a cer
tain Fourth of July Orator, who, having some “ book
laming,” had filled up his oration with Latin phrases
and classical names. After passing through.a long list
of Minus’s, Rhadamonthus’s, Teh-niachus’s, &c., he
winds up his eloquent speech, by a most musical pray
er in behalf of a perpetuation of the liberty of bis coun
try, and while a gent ral excite ment prevails through
out the assembly, and “expectation is yet on tiptoe,”
he cries out, in reference to these liberties, Kstc, per.
prtua. All is still for a moment after he takes his seat,
and the only whisper that breaks the universal still-i
ness, comes front the well-adjusted mouth of a wag,!
who very enquiringly asks, "Who’s he?” The so
lemnity and patriotism that prevailed on the occasion,
was immediately changed into bursts of laughter. But
I must thank you, Mr. Editor, for getting me out of,
this scrape in a much abler manner than I can make
any pretensions to, its I have not yet learned the In
dian mode of warfare in paper wars.
I am glad to notice, in another part of your paper,
the commencement o! Observer, No. 1. Tins, of course, j
will take precedence to any tiling that I may havesug-1
ges ed in the way of “ The Spectator, new sesies.” I
hope this set of odd fellows the most unbounded suc
cess in the world, while they must look sharp to their
productions, lest the poisoned shafts of criticism in oth
er papers, or from other correspondents, should occa- !
sionaily “mingle their rising honors with the dust.”!
The attempt is, to say tile least, a laudable one, and I
doubt not, the “I’ost” will be received and read with
more interest than ever. IRENEUS.
For the Southern Post.
HOP E.
With hearts “light as gossamer,” we commence the
journey of life, in the fond hope that the gay and sun
ny hours that no .v hover around us will be our com
panions through a lengthened and ever brightening
journey. No clouds of darkness intervene to throw a
aiudaw on our fair prospects The captivating visions*
and sweet v. hisperings of /«>/»■ cheer us up the hill of
life. The pictured fields of pleasure gleam before the
young fancy with increasing lustre- Vivid imagination
strews our pathway wi'li the gayest and sweetest flow
ers. Joyous and happy youth ! “ Hope is thy star,
liar light is ever tliiue !” No sooner have we passed
the fairy land of youth, than the delusion vanishes. In
gliding down the stream of time, who is there that
meets with uninterrupted felicity ? Surrounded with
misfortunes, and meeting with disappointments at eve
ry step, our fallible natures would sink beneath the ac
cumulated weight of cares and perplexities incident to
mortality, were it not that hope whispers of a bright
futurity, when days shall glide smoothly on, unruffled
by care, or the angry passions of nature. When vi
cissitudes and adversity lower over our fate, then hope
comes, like a “ fairy vision,!’ with all her cheering train
“ bright ns the beam of morning,” and enables us to
support, with fortitude, the “frowns of a giddy' world,
and the scoffs of fickle fortune.” Guided by this “ bea
con light,” what sorrow can assail, that cannot be al
leviated ? What misery is there tor which this cannot
present the cup of consolation. When under hope’s
genial influence, what can invade our bosom’s calm
repose, serene as the surface of the glassy lake, undis
turbed by the storm’s rude blast Hope speeds as on
pleasure’s wing, sometimes grasping at impossibilities,
she lures on in the pursuit of phantoms.
“ Thou angel of life !" Thou canst heighten all our
pleasures, and lessen all our grief When rankling
cares annoy our peaceful homes, when we are doomed
to the ills of poverty, unpitied by the world, and un
known to fame, then hope bestows a smile upon us,
and chases the pangs that sear our highest enjoyment.
In peril’s darkest hour, when storms lower o’er us, and
seem ready to burst with thunder over our destiny,
what is our stay and comfort ? ’Tis hope, whose bright
and peerless rays penetrate the deep despondency of
our hearts, and potent as a magic wand, dispels the
ebon clouds of despair that gather with more than
Egyptian darkness around us. To the Christian, when
wending his way ihrouge life’s uneven path, what oth
er support has he than a hnjic of future reward ; to him
it is the “ Egean shield,” that casts lar and wide, its
bright and glorious rays. To the pilgrim, the last home
of man is a pleasant theme; lovely not only that it holds
his best and purest hopes, and the charms that made
the world fair amid its desolation, but as the entrance
upon anew scene of existence of unalloyed happiness.
To him the cold and dreary grave sends up a sweet
and holy pleasure to his weary and broken spirit.—
Death is welcomed as the harbinger of peace, the in
troduction to that better land where all the nobler feel
ings of the soul shall become perfect and glorious as
she angels of GOD. HELENA,
For the Southern Post.
EVENING.
Come calm and balmy evening,
With thy sweet soothing power i
O’er earth thy dews distilling,
With care to touch each flower.
I love the, holy feeling:
Thy presence calm affords—
Thy voice replete with healing.
Gently sweeps the spirit's chords.
When thy still reign is over,
And thou art clad in night:
Thv charms still round me hover,
Pure and chaste and ever bright IN Efl.
For the Southern Post.
To
What means thy heart’s heavy sigh—this breaking
Forth of an inward grief, as if some deep
And mighty sorrow cumbered life’s bounding
Pulse, and hung thy days with darkness? Has youth
Lost its vigor and its charm—its passion
For the beautiful and bright—the moonlight
Song of winds and silvery sheen of stars,
That look down calmly coldly clear as though
No hope of earth had ever passed away ?
Shake off the sad remembrance that usurps
Now, thy bosom’s throne, and with shadowy
Sceptre, sways thy thought; nor woo the lightning
Os the past, to scathe and burn thy young hopes,
Which lifting high their leafless boughs wildly
Toss, e’en as winter trees by tempests shaken,
And yet, like them, will live to bud and bloom.
What though thy dream has fled, “ as a vision
Os the night, when one awarketh,” and earth
Seem dim without its brightness ? thou may’st dream
Again, and find thy heart’s imaginings,
A sweet blest prophecy of things to be.
The crushed flower revives not, though the rain
Come oft upon it, nor Autumn’s leaf turn
Green, when Spring revisits earth with balmy
Smile—yet the drooping heart o’ershadowed now,
And desolate, with many a bitter
Thought—from the pressure of its doom may rise
Elastic—its wounds forget—its sorrows
Gone, as shadows front a sky where sunlight
Triumphs.
Thou, in thy bosom's sanctuary.
Hast bowed down in worship of an idol,
And found it clay, and thy loved thoughts dismayed
And broken, in fragments lie, like rose leaves
Crushed by the storm’s rude step—and yet ’tis well,
To drink from sorrow’s cup—for in the bitter
Draught there's wisdom teaching the lone spirit
To look from the world away to Him on high,
Who hath the living water.
Give thy hope
To Heaven, nor cast, in blindness, the treasures
Os thy soul upon earth’s troubled waters,
In whose stormy swell the heart’s quiet dies,
And only wreck and ruin live. CLIO.
For the Southern Post.
To
My spirit sends a long farewell,
But tender toned to thee—
It lingers with a charmed spell,
And round thy memories it doth dwell,
’Twould never part from thee.
The world, with cruel hands, would tear
My sold apart from thine;
And thou hast listened to its snare,
And still its shackles thou dost wear—
Thou art no longer mine.
Oh ! cruel was the tenderness
That won my heart from thee—
I would thy every moment bless—
Dispel each care—usurp distress—
Thy woes should fall on me.
But now a weary lonely one,
Without a heart to claim
Mine, scorched beneath love's fervid sun,
Its prospects b'ighted—hopes undone —
Thine lit the baleful flame.
And there with haste it fled away
From all the ruin it had wrought—
Cruel—that thou should’st thus betray
The heart that would not, could not stray
From misery thou hadst brought.
Yes, dearer was the anguished pang
Thy love my heart’s strings gave,
Than sweetest lay that minstrel sang.
Than any hope which ever sprang
Within that heart’s deep cave.
But all must cease —no more, no more,
Thy tender plaintive strain will tell
The woes with which my heart would soar,
To the eternal throne—and on that shore,
Its notes of suppliance swell.
But with those sometimes cast a thought.
Heart breathing unto me —
A thought from love’s own heaven caught
Resilient and fresh, and fraught
With passion’s sympathy.
• Or wilt thou, when this dying sigh,
Ceases its knell upon thine ear,
From thy shut heart drive memory,
And sternly from my influence fly,
Murdering thy peace with fear.
Yet stay —I cannot bear my heart
Should seem reproachful unto thine ;
Thou hast its w hole of love —no part
Elsewhere is given—Death’s dart
Could not that bond untwine.
I’d rather share a desert isle,
Where foot of man hath never trod—
Each hour with thy sweet converse wile.
List to thy tones —live in thy smile,
And with thee, worship God.
Than reign the Queen of Britain’s throne,
With thousands at my feet—
For would I not be Love’s alone,
My thoughts thine—and thine my own,
Each day would rapture greet.
Farewell! that has been said and sung,
Since this old world was new—
But never yet its sound hath wrung
Such torturing, mad’ning grief, as hung
On its last sound to you.
March 13th, 1839. P. E. C.
For the Southern Post.
To Miss E. W., of Macon.
Oh ! sweetest girl, thy beauty and thy gt ace
Beam in thine eye and radiate thy face ;
Thy form divine, in richest fullness swells,
And in thy heart the purest virtue dwells.
In youth’s bright morning how thy spirits leap,
Elastic, buoyant, free from all regret >
No sorrows dark athwart them yet have swept—
No anguish deep thy bounding heart hath cleft.
Spread out before thee, bright and gay and fair,
Are all the pleasures which the world counts dear—
Thy path of life seems clear and smooth and bright,
All lovely peace and quiet calm delight.
But oh ! sweet girl, thy beauty all must fade,
Thy bright eye close in death’s eternal shade;
Thy form must moulder in the cold damp tomb,
Thy gay heart perish in its cheerless gloom,
The loveliest hopes which mortals ever knew;
The joys we love, the friends we thought so true—
All, all must perish, all must droop and die,
In wreck and ruin must forever he.
Oh! then, sweet girl, remember, in thy youth,
That God is love—that he is grace and truth.
Rely on him through all the storms of life,
And he will sate thee in the storm of death.
HENRY, 8. C.
TIIE SOUTHERN POST.
For the Southern Post.
It is a custom amongst young people, of both sexes,
at parties or convivial meetings, when one, on break
ing an almond, finds it to contain two kernels, to send
one of the kernels to a person, generally of the other
sex, and if that person accepts the protfered courtesy,
such acceptance is considered as the ratification of an
agreement between the parties, to the effect, that he or
she, who, at the next meeting of the two, first pronoun
ces a certain word, may claim a forfeit of the other-
The practice is well known, and I only mention it
in order to introduce an inquiry into the nature and ori
gin of the word used on such occasions. In a late
number of the Ncw-York Mirror, I perceive that it is
spelt “Phibpina.” I have often heard the question ask
ed, but never heard it satisfactorily answered; nor did
I ever see the word in print, until I met with it, as a
bove stated. Since then, I have been thinking about
it, and would now suggest a different orthography—l
should be disposed to write the word “Philopoena”—
and for this reason ; such orthography would lead us
readily to a derivation, which the other mode of spell
ing does not. Philo is Greek, signifying to lore, to kiss,
&.C. Puna is Latin, signifying punishment, penalty,
dec., and it may be understood in litis sense, viz:—
That he who presents the twin almond to a lady, may,
if she accepts it, exact the penalty of a kiss from her,
at their next meeting, provided, at such meeting, he
succeeds in pronouncing the word “Philopoena,” first
-a penalty from which the lady can free herself, only
by uttering the same word, before the gentleman has
time to do it.
There is, indeed, an objection to this derivation, viz :
that it is partly Greek and partly Latin—so that I shall
be very glad if any of your readers or correspondents
will help us to a !>etter one. PHILOLOGUS.
Macon, April '7.
For the Southern Post.
II A P P I N ESS.
I sought it in the merry sports
Os childhood’s joyous spring,
And deemed that happiness was mine,
Os which the poets sing.
I thought that earth would always be
Bright as Elysian bowers,
That through this life my path would be
Strewed with the fairest flowers.
My light heart revelled in the joys
That round my fancy played,
And visions wild and blissful too,
In the far future strayed.
But childood passed, the world seemed changed,
And gone its brilliant hue —
And all the visions of my youth,
Were dimmed and faded teo.
I found, I too, like them had changed
From what I once had been ;
With childhood passed its innocence,
And then came grief and sin.
And yet I sought to satisfy
The longings of my heart.
With mirth and song and revelry;
But these no joy impart.
For oft when I have gayest seemed
In pleasure’s giddy train,
There’s been deep sorrow in my heart.
And untold, hidden pain.
But still I thought in this vain world
True happiness was found,
Some sweet Lethean draught, in which
All sorrow could be drowned.
But I have vainly sought to find
This pearl of priceless worth,
In aught terrestrial, for it owns
No kiudredship with earth.
But in the Saviour of the world
Is found that inward joy;
Pure as the angels know in heaven,
Uumixed with earth’s alloy.
Then let us, in his gracious name,
Claim heaven as our abode ;
And strong in faith, prepare to spend
Eternity with God. ADA.
THE OBSERVER, No. 2.
Saturday, April 20, 1839.
“ Nihil est tarn volucre quam maledictum; nihil fa
cilius emittitur, nihil citius excipitur, nihil latius dtssi
patur.”—Cicero.
There is a lust in man no power can tame,
Os loudly publishing his neighbor’s shame;
On Eagle’s wings invidious scandals fly,
Whilst virtuous actions are but born and die.
Such was the dictum of one who knew the practice
of that tyrannical power which is called, by excellence,
the world. Has the practice changed since the day
when the above lines were penned ? Would that I
could answer in the affirmative! But alas ! how true
is it that there still exists, in all its force, that constant
itch for propagating those little slanders and scanda
lous on dits which are common in society, of every
grade. Where is the man, who, when once made the
receptacle of some precious little piece of scandalous
gossip, does not take pleasure in retailing it to others,
until at length rumor, with her thousand tongues, takes
possession of it, and adds manifold exaggerations—so
that what was at first, a trifle, and only a trifle, becomes
at last, an accusation of grave and serious import—yet
has any one ever considered the immense evil which is
thus done to others, by the repetition of petty slanders ?
of those trifles, which if they do no more, at least, have
the effect of lowering those spoken of, in the estimation
of the good ?
It is a melancholy fact, that, whilst the evil of which
we speak is so glaring and so general, it is scarcely
possible to find a remedy which may be generally and
successfully applied, to check the practice of this de
testable vice. Perhaps, however, some investigation
into the causes whence it springs, and the passions
which give birth to it, may lead us to a better know
ledge of what we ought to do, in order to avoid falling
into it ourselves, and to prevent others from becoming
a prey to it.
Not the least remarkable fact that claims our attention
in this investigation, is, that a propensity to talk scandal
and gossip, is, or at least, seems to be, inherent, inbred
in the human race—and another observation, no less
important, is the fact, that the best and most virtuous
persons are those who are most liable to be attacked
by slander. From a diligent consideration of these two
points, I am led to conclude that our own inordinate
Self-love, which always inclines to think better of our
selves than of others; and Envy, which makes us hate
the good we see in others, are the two great sources,
whence flow all the little mean and scandalous gossip
ings, the slanders, the calumnies, which have turned
this fair world into a field of thorns and nettles, which
have brought schisms and enmities into communities,
severed the tics which should bind man to his brother,
cost down the good and elevated the wicked, ruined
families, and brought misery, woe and desolation on the
innocent and unoffending. This is a frightful picture,
but it is not too highly colored, and 1 might give exam
ples of evils thus caused, which might make “e’en an
gels weep." But this is not the place to indulge the
I garrulity of age—aa ihia subject requirea to be conaider-
ed more at length, I shall reserve the continuation of it
for a subsequent paper, when I will proceed to exam
ine, more minutely, the causes of this vice, and also,
the different varieties of it which are most prevalent.
Tria juncta ill uno.
As I was walking leisurely along Mulberry street,
the other day, on my return from my daily promenade
near the market house, about noon, my attention was
attracted by a sign, on the opposite side of the way, over
the shop of a sign painter. At first, I did not notice it
particularly, any further than that it represented a fe
male figure ; but when, after walking on a few steps, I
again looked at it, in order to satisfy my mind as to the
subject of the painting, to my unspeakable surprise, I
beheld, no longer, the female form, but a head of Wash
ington ! I must own I felt somewhat puzzled at this
circumstance, and my perplexity was not lessened,
when, on proceeding a little farther, I saw the Father
of his Country gradually converted into the semblance
of a very quiet, sober-looking horse. This excited my
curiosity, and as I never let slip an opportunity of learn
ing, however small may be the amount of knowledge
acquired, I crossed over the way, in order to examine
more closely the mysterious picture, and to obtain some
information respecting it. On a nearer approach, I
perceived that the whole affair had been so artfully ma
naged, by the skill of the painter, that to the spectator
on the right, was presented a subject wholly unlike what
would be seen on the left; whilst that which presented
itself to a front view, was entirely different from both,
and this, without any confusion. Whilst I busied myself
in observing the peculiarites of the work,the painter him
self came up, and seeing mv curiosity, informed me
that this description of signs is called Tria-in uno, or
three things in one; because they present three difter
ent subjects, when viewed in so many positions, ap
pearing all the while, however, as only one painting or
sign. He then proceeded to point out to me the secret
contrivance by which this is brought about, with which
I was very agreeably entertained ; and, should be glad
to amuse my readers in the same way, but 1 do not
think it would be proper to publish abroad, the secret
of my friend, the painter, whom I consider to be a ve
ry obliging person, inasmuch, as whilst he gratified my
curiosity, he at the same time, showed a decent respect
for my grey hairs and oddities —a circumstance I rare
ly find amongst young men, nowadays.
On my return home, I fell into a train of thought on
the subject, and I will here set down, for the enter
tainment of my reader, some of the reflections which
passed through my mind. I could not but consider
that the painiing I have endeavored to describe, incul
cated a high moral lesson, which, if it were more at
tended to than it is, would save us much trouble and
vexation, and smooth our passage through the world—
It would teach us never to be hasty in passing judg
ment, and never to form an opinion, without a mature
and thorough examination of all the sides and bearings
of a question. The idea which we entertain of any gi
ven subject at a first glance, may be very materially
altered by a second view of it, in the same manner as
the sign-board referred to, when looked at from the
right, shows a female figure, and from other positions,
shows a horse, or a portrait of Washington. Yet, how
seldom do we act on this principle, in our intercourse
with others ? In our daily conduct, in morals, Ac.,
nay, even in matters of Religious belief, how prone are
we to judge, and condemn others, from an ex parte, or
(as it may be rendered) a one-sided view of the subject
—whereby we very often do great and manifest injus
tice—and this, unfortunately, is not the whole extent of
the evil—for, by it, we inflict, in many cases, an injury
which it is wholly out of our power to remedy, even
though we should afterwards correct our judgment.—
This last reflection, more than any other, should lead
us to be extremely wary and cautious in all our opin
ions and judgments, seeing that the evil we may do by
them, when hastily formed, is irreparable, and beyond
our reach.
I recollect having read, somewhere, a little story,
which may illustrate this subject, and accordingly, I
will here relate it, and with it, close my remarks :—A
Knight Errant was once riding forth, in search of ad
venture, when, as he ajiproachcd a small Chapel or
Hermitage, he perceived another Knight coming from
the opposite direction, and bending his steps towards
the same point. In front of the Chapel, a spear was set
up in the midst of the road, to which was suspended
a shield. The Knights called out to each other, in cour
teous salutation, but as they drew nearer together, a
dispute arose between them, concerning the nature of
the shield, which was there suspended. He who came
from the Ea3t of the Chapel, asserted that it was of gold,
and pe.fectly plain, whilst he who came from the West,
stoutly maintained that it was of silver, and richly or
namented. Each was positive, and the dispute at last
ran 'so high, that they agreed to settle the matter by
combat —a wise and time-honored method of deciding
knotty questions by hard blows, much in favor in those
days, and which yet prevails, to considerable extent, in
our times. The combatants were on the point of com
mencing a furious encounter, when an aged Hermit
stepped forth, from his cell, and thus addressed them :
“My children, why do ye rush blindly into strife ? You,
my son, who come from the East, declare the shield to
be of gold, and you who come from the West, main
tain that it is of silver, and ye are both right—for the
shield has two sides, which are different—approach it
and satisfy yourselves—and remember, my sons, that
‘ IT IS NEITHER WISE NOR JUST, TO JUDGE, AND IT IS
WOR-E, TO CONDEMN. OUR NEIGHBOR, WITHOUT HAVING
FIRST EXAMINED BOTH SIDES OF THE QUESTION.’ ” L.
“ A poor sheep-stealer is handed for stealing of vic
tuals, compelled, peradven'ure, by necessity of that in
tolerable cold, hunger and thirst, to save himself from
starving : but a great man, in office, may securely rob
whole provinces, undo thousands, pill and pole, oppress
ad libitum, fley, grind, tyranize, enrich himself by spoils
of the commons, be uncontrolable in his actions, and,
after all, be recompensed with turgent titles, honored
for his good service; and no man dare find fault, or
mutter at it.”
Centuries have rolled around since this quotation was
penned by a wise man, of much learning,fond of truth,
and addicted to observation. None will fail to see how
applicable to the present times, is this saying of the an
cient writer. By this we may also learn how essenti
ally the same mankind are, in every stage of the world.
How unjust man is to man. How unlike all else of
the animal creation in this, that his own species are his
prey. It is a curious subject for the mind to dwell on;
the examination of its workings and inclinations; whe
ther they lead or incline tojustiee and truth, or are prone
to hunt down and thence raise themselves upon the
wrecks they have made. These things are produced,
that the reflecting mind may be benefitted, not to show
a revolting picture of human nature. That the flimsy
excuse for misdeeds may be done away, and man re
presented as he is, not what he should be. The judg
ment is informed, by proper teachings, and the heart
mended, by being brought to reflect on its proneness to
evil, Charity is the noblest virtue of the human mind.
He that hath it not, is but sounding brass, and its pos
sessor is not wanting in those other virtues which a
dorn, dignify and render man the superior of all finite
beings, and an object of interest and regard in the eyes
of Gods and angels. K.
Thinking the hint contained in the following item
too good to be lost, I have thought proper to introduce
it thus :
“ A friend has sent us the following appalling memen
to mori. If we are to swell the list, we trust we shall
have invented anew disease to die by :
Hill of mortality among Periodicals, for 1836, ’37, ’3B.
Died, of uncollectable debts, : i : I 2
“ of faint praise, i : ii i 4
“ of the editors’ own contributions, I
“of virulent "origins!” poetry, : ii S
“ of fragments of unpublished novels, : : . 2
“ of compliments to their “Americanism," : S
“ of imaginary lists of contributors, : > i
“ of reciprocating puffs, : : : : 3
“ of a succession of new editors (epidemic) : 6
“ of “To be continued," : : : i 5
“ of excessive “ Lines to ," : : : S
“of unhappy marriages, : : : : 7
“ of intemperance in the use of “Boz," s 1!
43 1
N. B. Several mysterious cases have occurred, con-;
jectured to he owing to a prevalent consumption—oi ,
the pocket. The victims of the disease are afflicted j
with a curious monomania for selling their name be
fore death.
P. S. It is worthy of remark, that there is no case of
plethora, either of the head or purse.”— Corsair.
/ received the following Letter yesterday:
“ Mr. Observer—How can you vex oneso ? You know
well enough the Old Town Clock is not agoing, and
even if it were, all the pointers would never point alike,
more than once in a year. I was foolish enough to
happen round there, one day. before I had discovered
the joke ; I saw a very old man, with a “ shrivelled up
understanding,” and a queer looking hat, leaning up
against the market house, and I thought it must be you,
until I discovered, unfortunately for the gratification ol
my curiosity, that he was drunk. A pretty “Reform
er,” if that was you. I dont believe you are of any ac
count, else, you would not be ashamed of your proper
signature. But I’U find you out yet, or there is no vir
tue in Woman. MARIA.
P. S. You had better come out and own it, or I’ll
set the whole town about your ears. We women know
all that is going on about town, I can tell you, and you
can’t keep hid long—that’s certain—and some conso
lation besides. M.”
I am very sorry that my fair correspondent has been
so much vexed and disappointed. The old gentleman
whom she saw was too much disguised, and I must
beg her to believe that it was not myself. As, howev
er, she seems determined to make some discovery of
my personal identity, and seals her determination with
a very pretty feminine asseveration, I trust that she will
continue to inform me of her success, or her want of it.
For her further consolation, I may inform Maria that
she is not the only one who has been mistaken about
this matter. They must all “try again." C.
Sfcoutfirrtf lJ«tsi-
OFFICE, ON TIIIKD-STREET, ONE DOOR FROM MI'I.BERRV
STITEET, AND OPPOSITE THE CENTRAL HOTEL.
MACON:
SATURDAY. APRIL 20, 1839.
SO" Our subscribers residing in East Maeon are in
formed that in future their papers will be left at the
.Store of Messrs Flanders & Cook, for distribution.—
Orders left with those gentlemen, either for subscrip
tions or job work, will be promptly attended to by us.
COTTON—We quote from 12 to 16 cents —princi-
pal sales at 15 cents. None coming in.
Shotwell’s Soda Fountain is now gushing firth
the most delightful beverage of the season. See his
card.
{Kr We notice by the “Courier” of the 16th install',
that the Commercial Convention had met in Charleston
at the New Theatre, and organized itself preparatory
to business. The Honorable Asbury Hull, of this State,
was chosen President of the Convention. Two hun
dred and nineteen delegates had met and registered
their names, from the States of South-Carolina, North-
Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, and the Ter
ritory of Florida.
Sir It will be seen by an advertisement in to-day’s
paper that Mr. Comparet, Artist, has permanently lo
cated himself in our city. The specimens of his paint
ings that we have seen, we think bear evident marks
of the skill of the Artist, and will stand the test of criti
cal examination. Our own want of knowledge, and
practised judgment in the Painter’s art, would prevent
us from dilating minutely upon the merits of paintings
generally ; but we can have no hesitancy in recom
-1 mending to notice, at least such as we have seen from
his hand. Judges, would perhaps, find it well to visit
his rooms and form their own estimate of merit.
iKr Our friends who may wish to hear an exquisite
performance on the piano, will be gratified, by calling
on Mr. C. Bruno, at his Music Store, on Cotton Ave
nue. He is very accommodating, when not engaged,
in His fine Music Store deserves a notice,
under me head of improvement, as it is the first that
has been established in the City, and well stocked with
every variety of Instruments and Music. His large
supply of the latter will warrant the certainty of obtain
ing almost any pieces that may be desired by persons
here, or at a distance.
We should be glad if those of our friends and con
tributors, who take some interest in our paper, would
exert themselves to extend its subscription among such
persons as will be responsible for payment, when due.
If they will but consider for a moment, they will see
the necessity of this appeal. From the fact, that we
publish so much*original matter, it will be seen that our
expenses must necessarily be greater. We hope, there
fore, that this appeal will not lightly be considered of
by our friends. If it be answered by the addition of
two or three hundred good subscribers, it will enlarge
much our capabilities of action in the sphere we occu
py. We shall not be wanting in the return "f favors to
those who remember, and act upon this request.
WATER IN SAVANNAH.
A gentleman of this place just returned from
Savannah, and who hass|>ent sometime in the
city, thinks that he can do an excellent busi
ness when the Rail Road is completed, by
bringing the water up, and selling it to the
Steam Doctors, and thinks they will prefer it
to Lobelia, as an emetic.
Sandersville Advocate.
We are confident the “gentleman” who gave
our friend of tbs Advocate the above information, is
mistaken about the quality of the water in Savannah—
she can boast as good, pure cool water, as any other
city in the South. The "gentleman" must have been
loafing about —got drunk—fell into the canal, and re
mained there all night, w# suspect this it the reason it
operated on him as “Lobelie"]
tfr An e'eotion will be held this day tor Lieutenant-
Ct.lonel, the Joint S. M. Baldw in, promoted.
{Cr The April No. of the American Museum ha*
I <-cn received. We find it an excellent No, from the
partial sketch we have had time to give it. We shall
occasionally extract from it, for the benefit of our own
readers. Published by Brooks A Snodgrass, Balti
more.
“You have come without money and without Price !“
as Uncle Sam said to the Sheriff he sent after the twer
sub-treasurers.
‘ I can’t say that my redeemer liveth ;" as the bank
note said to the broker, ven he was holdin him up to
the ligiit.
“I singpretty well, considerin I don’t practice much,”
as the spinning wheel said to the piano,
“ I make sttrprisin music, sometimes, myself,” as the
ass said to the crow, ven he skeered him out of bis
croak with a bray.
“You go the way of all flesh,” as the gofer said to
the salamander, venhe sheltered himself underground.
“ Devil take the foremost,” as the fox said, ven he
stopped to spit upon his hands, eyeing his f ursuers.
(Cy~ The Rev. Mr. Neufville, of Savannah,
will preach at the Episcopal Church, To-Mor
row, (Sunday,) the 21 st instant.
DEPARTED,
On the 13th instant, steamer Sam Jones, Philbrick,
master, for Charleston,—B Passengers, and 520 bales
Cotton.
| Macon Volunteers !
YOU are hereby ordered to appear on
At e your Parade Ground, onTURSDAY
next, the 23d instant, at eight o’clock, A.
pK.AJA M., in full uniform, (white pantaloons and
SrAfefsr knapsacks,) with Tents and camp equip-
Wri age, to do camp duty, and to celebrate the
HI I fourteenth Anniversary of the Corps.
t/|/ frCT In case of default, attend a Court
nn of Enquiry, at the Company’s Room, on
hb Saturday, the 27th instant, at 4 o'clock,
P. M. Bv order.
DAfiELLY, Ist Sergeant.
! kprtl 20 26r
MONROE RAIL ROAD.)
Macon, March 21, 1839. J
7SMIE following will be the hours for departing and
S- arriving of the Cars, after the first of April:
Leave Macon 5 A. M., and arrive at Forsyth 6j A. M
“ Forsyth 7jA. M. “ Macon 9J A. M
“ Macon 2j P. M. “ Forsyth 4i P. M
“ Forsyth 4j P. M. “ Macon 61 P. M
Freight Cars w ill be attached from Forsyth at 71 A.
M., and from Macon at 2J P. M.
N. KELLS, Agent of Transportation.
March 23 22
Fresh Tlour S
1 BBLS- fresh South-Carolina ground Flour
"20 do do Canal Flour,
For sale by A. R. McLAUGLIN.
April 20 26p
Sugnr, Molasses, Coffee, &c.
1 On HHDS. St. Croix and Porto Rico Sugars,
J y v/ 116 hhds. Cuba Molasses,
275 hags Green Cuba Coffee,
40,000 Spanish Sesars, best quality,
600 boxes Tobacco,
6 boxes Havana Sugar, for sa'e by
IIEA A COTTON.
April 20 26
Choice .Madeira Wine.
BOXES White, imported into Savannah in 1331
and 1832, for sale by REA A COTTON
April 20 26
Sweedes Iron.
* TONS Iron, assorted, from 1J to 8 inch, for sale
by REA A COTTON.
April 20 26
xi For Norfolk, Va., Direct—and
parage thence to Richmond, Va., Wash
ington City, Baltimore and Philadelphia.
The superior and well known sea steamer SOUTH
CAROLINA, Capt. Coffey, is now- receiving passen
gers at, and will leave the Atlantic Steam Packet wharf,
foot of Dt.urens street, immediately after the arrival of
the Rail Road Cars, on Saturday Afternoon, 13th inst.
Passage and fare, f? 25, to Norfolk. Apply personally,
or by letter, to WILLIAM PATTON, Agent,
6 Fitzsimons’ wharf.
N. B. The GEORGIA succeeds the South Carolina,
and will leave on Saturday, the 20th April. After which
these boats will run regularly, one leaving as above ev
jery Saturday afternoon, as soon as the Rail Road Cars
arrive, not earlier than 4 or later than 5 o’clock, P. M.
DO" The Augusta, Savannah, Macon and Columbus,
Geo. papers will each please insert the above 3 times.
April 13 25p
Exchange on Tennessee and Kentucky.
CHECKS on the Branch of the South Western Rail
Road Bank, at Knoxville, constantly for sale at the
OCMULGEE BANK.
March 16 21c
DO" The Messenger and Telegraph will insert in the
inner form, 2 months.
New Spring and Summer Goods.
L. & W. COWLES
4 RE now receiving at their Store. No. 4 Commerce
» Row, adjoining Mr. Levi Eckley. a general assort
ment of Spring aruTSummer Goods, selected with care
from the New York, Philadelphia and Charleston mar
kets, to w hich they respectfully invite the attention of
their friends and the public generally—in their stock
will he found—
Light Summer Silks, plain and figured,
Handsome French Muslins,
Printed Lawns, French Cambrics,
British and American Prints,
French Worked Collars and Cuffs,
Fancy Handkerchiefs,
Silk Nett Shawls and Scarfs,
Bonnets, Ribbons, Artificial Flowers,
Curls, Laces, Hosiery,
Printed Satteens for Children's Dresses, with Coron
ation and Victoria Braids to suit,
Irish Linens, Table Damask and Diaper,
Linen Sheetings, Bombazines,
Linen Drillings, Vestings,
Cravats, Stocks and Collars,
Gentlemen and Ladies Umbrellas and Parasols,
A large supply of Domestics of all kinds.
Macon, April 13 25
JUST RECEIVED,
ON CONSIGNMENT, 20,000 fine HAVANA CI
GARS, for sale low for cash, by
C. L. HOWLAND.
April 13 25
NEW BOOKS.
fIIHE Bench and Bar, by the author of Random Re
fi collections. The Women of England, by Sarah
Stuckney Ellis. Oliver Twist, complete, illustrated.
Jack Adams, the mutineer, by Capt. Cratnier. Neal
Malone and other tales of In land, by W. H. Carleton.
Cobb’s Silk Manuel. Treaties on the Culture of Silk
and Morns Muhicaulis. Prince and the Pedlar. The
Wise Men of Gotham, by Paulding. Third part of
Public and Private Economy, by Sedgwick. Elvira,
the Nabob's Wife. Hume, Smallert, and Miller's His
tory of England, brought down to George IV, with il
lustrations, n beautiful Library edition, for sale at the
Book and Music Store of C. A. ELLS.
A pri 1_1 3 89
IT NIT ED STATES BANK NOTES, huge bill*
J for sale by J. T. ROWLAND.
Also, CHECKS on NEW YORK'
March I* tiff