rencv of the country and the interests of the Cotton
Trade, !>y wiiich the Direct Trade with Europe is to
essentially he promoted.
On motion of John Lrtmar, Esq.
Resolved, That the Committee of twenty-one be re
quested to sh perm ted the publication of the proceed
ing of this Convention ; and see that they are pro
perly authenticated—and that 1000 copies be published.
On motion of E. A. Nisbet, of -Macon, the Conven
tion adjourned until -I o’clock, this afternoon.
4 O’CLOCK, P. M.
Convention met agreeable to adjournment. Presi
dent in the Chair.
O.i motion of Honorable E. A. Xisbef, General Jo
seph Tliomaq of Burke county, and Colonel A. 11. Ke
nan, of Milledgeville, were invited to seats in the Con
On motion of C. C. Mills, of Alabama, the Report
and Resolutions of the Committee of Twenty One was
The Convention then adjourned.
THOMAS IJOXIE, Ch airman.
C. A. Hir.Gi.Y?*, >
U. J. Brt.uxx, S S, ' cre,aßrs '
We annex an extract from the London /‘Ranker’s
Circular” of the full July last, in proof of the direct
mfnvornblc m'ion of the Bank of Entdand, on nil Hills
which could be trncod to any connection with Colton
If it were perm s ah'e in a doemnent li 1 e ’his, to speak
of ihe declarations ol individuals, tile statement ot the
highly respectable uiiJintefligent Ed tor of the “Ran*
kt r’s Circular” (one of the ablest commercial papers in
Europe) raigliHre confirmed ill a manner which would
rentier his deduction entirely undeniable. Indeed, the
whole number of the (< It July, is marked not alone bv
great ability, hut by much liberality towards ntir coun
try, ami is pregnant with a vast fund of information
connected with the American Trade.
“I*. S. It is no* our practice to allude to any thing
that may he stti I of this publication. If it were, we
should tit the time have noti-ed the firt of tltri e dis
tinguished mcmlrers of the House of Commons hel- ng
ing respectively to the Wliiii, Radical ami Conserva
tive parties, having borrowed it bv quoting from it with
nnprnbatiou in the debate on the Corn-la'-». When,
however, a man in high authority, like the Governor of
these B ink«, impugns ativ statement of ours, we are
•compe'iied, out ot deferential respect to our stiosrnhersx
to re-a.’ser' the tiling impugned or to retract if. We Ho
the loner. In the Circular of June 21st, we gave in
a condensed form, the impression made on money and
commercial nttairs bv (he extraordinary measure of
raising the rate of interest by the Bank, to Si per cent.
•It o happened that we were not acquainted with that
proceeding until one o’clock on Frida' - ., and therefore
we could do no more. This condensed statement -was
on the succeding day, a subject of conversation with a
bill-broker, inferior to none in sagacity and efficiency,
arid he deliberately pronounced it to be accurate, altho’
he is in the habit of taking exceptions if lie perceived
a word too strong or tiro weak relating to money mat-
“Tlie particular part of the statement which Mr.
Woolvcr'v At hum >J h<niore I bv reading to tlte House
during the debn'e on Mr. Hume’s motion on Monday
l;i-t. is marked No fi,(Jnnc ‘Jlst,)aml the Governor of
the B ilk asserted, a id that in the most emphatic man
ner by rcpeti'ion, that that corp irntion had no such in
tenf-at as i- therein set forth. We would ask, by way
of re-affirming the paragraph, ltow-it entries to puss,
that American fills, or hil s suspected of having their
origin ii( the cotton trade, tire by some leading I'rok
ers, a« a umtvr of rule, charged a half per ecu', more
titan edier hil!« of mi higher character not ere umber
ed witlrtlmt suspicion ? Do not those shrewd parties t:
a Hedge as a rear iti for this nddi’i-mal charge, thrt rn t
tla.‘ event of wa tting to use such hills in circu'ation, !
tiiey tntg't - probable he •-iinlde to procure the money
ifr mi tfi" I’ink of England? Is it not n fact, that the j
bills of the character describ' and, ol all amounts, each
free £!»;»■> t > upwards of X’IO,OKI in value, have been’ j
rejected lr. Ii;ll-hrokors„ although endorsed by the most
trust -ve ir'lty Joint Stork Rank in the Kingdom, on the
ground here allude I to, and that those lulls have been
s tliseqnen'lv taken, to parties for t'he mo -t v who never
"•otiltl iir-e he -1 atmlieil to Ini' for this imoediineni to ;
tle-ir r 'rcidntio-1 ? The state, of the ease is *oo no or:- I
oils to ad nit of iiov no certain tv concerning it; and we j
•■could establish it frou the mouths of 'he Directors them- j,
solve ~ r'xiu ;h not, perhaps, us speaking ill their official ij
«maeit : es. ft 1
“ V i m.i t liav-ig large money transactions in L'tn-’t
-ca-bir”, ■• ill In-i ate, IV mi his o-.vn .experience, to sub- I
-serilu- to the fi.leStv of oar representation.”
*.-w. t .i- -■ • .<• .srrs—l
ANALEKTA; —No. 7.
Vi'lcaitip, thrice welcome, good reader, to our piaz
za Long, indeed, and weary hath the ti .toseemed to
us since we have I inked upon thy face. Has it pass
ed ns wearily to thee os to us ? No. we warrant it lias
not! Toon hast been off to tile Springs to revel in the
pure nir, and qua IT the salubrious waters; thou hast
■escaped the heat, and Ihe dust, and the drought—thou
hast been lulled asleep by the whisperings of the winds
nnion > the leaves of the trees, aud the rushing of ma
ny waters, and thou hast not thought (nay, is it not so?)
limn hast not thought of thy old friend whom thou
liad’st left in the hot and almost deserted city. Or, |
peradventurr, thy wandering fancy hath led -tlicc to I
the Faiis of TtiUu-liih—or to the Stone Mountain—
Didst thou meet our friend, the Editor, there? Did he j
tell slice that lie had succeeded in obtaining, by mea
surement —yon, by actual measurement —the true height
of that celebrated and remarkable precipice ? Didst
thou pay thy dollar, (we suppose, of course, that thou
lindst one,) and ascend to the top of the tower, and |
thence survey, extended below thee, like a map, the j
-State of Geoigia. Did not the mountain breezes ot
that elevated region play freshly around thy brow, re- J
invigorate thy frame, and give i Hoe that ruddy glow of j
health which we now sec (and glad are we at the sight) j
sparkling in thine eyes, and lighting up thy complex- \
i«n:l Well—here thou art —and wherever thou hast
hecii, we are glad to see thee returned —glad that thou I
hast not forgotten us —and once more, we welcome
thee Tight heartily.
Thou comest too in good senson. A friend has just
handed to us a little volume from whose perusal we
have derived much pleasure. “Poems, by Robt M.
C hari.ton and Thus. J. Charlton, M- D.” His Ho
nor, the Judge, seems to think that he lias not done too
wisely in publishing his poetic recreations —for lie pre
fixes, as a motto or epigraph, “Sf.mei. insanivimi s om
kes.” In this we differ with him. These poems are
hut the recreations of a studious mind—elegant relaxa
tions from severer pursuits—and in this there is no fol
ly. Moreover, why should not the lays flourish with
the ermine, as well as in any oilier connexion ? In the
preface tile Judge pays a beautiful and affectionate tri
bute to the memory of his departed brother, whose po
ems occupy the last twenty ox thirty pages of the vo
T he firs: Poem in il»c volume is that ■“ delivered be
fore the .South Carolina Academy of Art and Design,”
in April of last year. Thou hast no doubt already seen
this poem, hut we cannot resist the temptation of read
ing thee some few striking passages from it. Good
things will bear.repetition. The author asserts thatul|
must own the sway of science and of art—and then
proceeds to developc this idea, showing that these ele
gant and elevated pursuits are ol utility to all classes of
persons. The statesman, the young beauty, the war
rior, tlie divine.
“ E'en ho disdains not at our school to learn
1 lie arts that gladden, and the * words that burn.’
Tis well he comes; ’ti« proper he should know
Hie wond'rous joys that from his Maker flow,
That he may tench the flock lie comes to guide,
W by shines yon planet, and why flows yon tide,—
Why falls the leaf, and why descends the rain,—
h« made the mountain, and formed the plain;
Hint lie may show (bid’s mercy, and his care
I or every lung in earth, and sea, and air,
•So every humble dweller on ihi« sod
Might • look through nature up to nature's Gad.'
Has it not vexed thee, when thy led lie.ve trod
I lie Indy temple of thr living God,
" *“ “• *ad in aptrit, and perplexed m nimil.
! Thou thither wenfst, religious hope to find,—
Has it not .vexed thee, in (hat sacred place
To hear some preacher, void of sense or grace,
Expound some thrilling text with thread-hare stuff,
. ’Till wounded patience longs to cry ‘enough ?’
Hast thou not felt, within thy inmost heart,
I hat none like this could holy truths import?
Where stood the polished and the skilled divine.
Whose burning eloquence and chaste discourse
Have cheered thy spirit with their thrilling force,
Have cleared thy pathway of all doubt and fear,
And made thy v.sion clear and still more clear,
Till heaven hath burst upon thy longing sight,
And virtue blessed thee with her cheering light T’
There is much of sound truth and melancholy truth
too in this passage. It is painful to hear the sirtilime
language of holy writ marred by bad reading, worse
pronunciation and false accent and -emphasis still
more painful to hear the most awful texts expounded,
(expnnsUtdlT) as it hath sometimes fallen to our lot, and
perchance also, to thine, dear reader, to hear them.
On such occasions we involuntarily shudder with hor
ror, us at a profanation of the Sacrt and volume.
Here is another passage which also possesses much
truth—How many such creatures, called +* men,"’ are
there now (we can’t say /icing—theirs is not life, it is
only a state of la in") oil this earth!
1 know some men, (I n?Vr saw woman so,) [Humph !j
Within whose veins life’s current flows so slow,
Who have so sadly if* their frames combined
The t- is inertia; and the stagnant mind,
That, e’en from infancy to hoary age,
In vain for them hath nature oped Her page;
No noble impulse marks tlieir drone career,
No gentle smile, no sympathizing tear;
Just like the snail through life”s dull path they creep,
Tlieir whole existence but a waking sleep ;
And, when away l.fe’s sluggish stream shall glide.
This their true epitaph—‘ They lived, and died ' ”
We must read one more passage from this poem and
then turn to some of tlie shorter pieces. Here is amu
for die Utilitarians—we recommend it to them. We
recollect the first time we ever met with one of this
class of animals. It was in our youtlt, when our spir
its were buoyant with life, and when we were in love
to enthusiasm with all beautiful things. We were ad
miring a rich and splendid flower,radiant with beauty
and redolent with odors. The excess of our admira
tion broke forth in an exclamation of delight which at
tracted the attention of a bystander. We pointed out
the cause of our rapture, when the Utilitarian sudden
ly cut me short, by asking, “What use is i ? Is it
uood to eat ?” For a moment —but a moment —we
turned on the interrogator a blank look of mingled hor
ror and amazement, and then fled precipitately. From
that day to this, dear render, we have shunned that
man as we would a pestilence. But to return to our
“ And yet some fool, who ne’er tlieir paths hath won,
Asks. 1 But what good have arts and science done ?’
What have they done ? lliou dolt 1 what have they not ?
Say, who to thee thy being’s self.hath taught ?
Who showed thee, sir, to navigate the wave,
And read the mysteries of yon ‘bright concave?’
When burning t vers scorch thy aching frame,
VVIto-e skill assuages and subdues the flame ?
Who aids thy vision, when thy sight grows dim,
And lends new vigor to thy palsied limb ?
Who forms the statues that around thee stand.
And with God’s temples beautifies the land ?
Whose power hath broken down the hounds us space,
And outstripped time, in the unequal race,
Vnd snatched the thunderbolt from Jove’s own hand,
And conquered nature, by 1 her stern command ?
Ask, then, no more w ha (blessings they have done;
These are the trophies that their skill hath won.”
Oar space will not permit us to dwell longer in this
fo>t poem, although there are many other passages
wfocli we would like to read to thee. We open the
book again at page 40-. “ Ode on the centennial anni
versary of the lauding of Oglethorpe on the chores of
Georgia.” This is a theme which should be dear to
every Georgian. Hear these lines:
“ Is there a licart so dead to pride.
That swells nut with affection's tide,
That owns not honest feeling's sway,
On this our own centennial dm/ ?
Is not each spot, each object here.
To every thought to mem’ry dear ?
Have we not lingered by the side
Os fair Savannah's rolling tide,
When pleasure glittered o’er our war,
In merry childhood's holyday ?
Where yonder monuments appear,
Sleep not our fathers’ spirits there?
O, if there lie on earth a spot
That ne’er by us should be forgot,
*Tts where our river’s waters lave
Our childhood's home—our future grave.
O God ! shall ruin’s hand again
Despoil the city and the plain ?
Shall time convert this scene ot light
To desolation's darkest night ?
The hearts that now with hope beat high,
The smiles that reig in beauty’s eye,
The hours that now so genrly glide,
Be lost in dark oblivion's tide ?
Since such is fate's unmoved decree,
And such our changeless Ist must be,
Teach us to pass through sorrow's night,
With virtue for our beacon-light;
To ’scape from guilt's enticing snare;
To shun the shoals of grief and care;
From all temptation’s wiles ta flee ;
And live for home, for /tope, for thee!
Freemen 1 our ranks have met to-day.
With martial pomp and war s array;
Yet peace and plenty o’er our plain
Together hold their joyous reign;
But, should war’s clanori resound,
And hero, on tliis our cherished ground,
Should hostile foo'steps dare invade,
Let every freeman hare his blade.
His shout of bold defiance cast.
Unfurl his banner to the blast,
And let it proudly wave ;
‘ For home !' be our avenging cry
Home, where our cherished feelings lie,
Where pleasure rocked our lullaby,
Where fate hath made our grove!”
We must pass over “ Lines on the Falls of Niaga
ra," which nre likened to the course of human life—
and —but what have vie here ? “ Things that I hate.
What are those things ? Let us sec.
“ What men be those that knock ?
Livery men, sir.
What livery do they wear T
Bid them begone! tell them I’ve lately died;
But down the bolts and horsed keep them out:
I hite the cotor."
g.,1, i vVell—perhaps these lines may suit the tem
per of the times —we will read them to thee—listen.
“ I hate a dun ! I’d rather see
The devil in Ilia blackest form.
Than lie thus doomed, eternally.
To brave this artful human atoriti.
One cannot wear the coat he buya
Through kindness to the scoundrel trade,
Bat aome ungrateful rascal triea
To him * the bill baa not bean paid.’
I bate a bill ! it brings io mind
Home dung* one might aa well forget.
Ami, really, ‘da moat unkind
T IIE SO U TIIE It i\ 1> OS T '
To ope sueh sottTecs of regret.
If men would by my sayings go,
I’d stop this vile, malicious p'av :
Rather than pay up what I owe,
I’d see the evil done away.
I hate all ministers of law —
Attorneys, sheriffs, judges, clerks:
Their inode of bringing men ‘ to law’
Is like the bow-string of the Turks.
I’ve often thought, when Egypt’s land
Had sundry plagues to vex it sent,
A swarm from this ungodly band
Would soon have made it penitent.
I hate a life of guilt and shame;
A life of toil I hate still worse ;
I hate a sour and crabbed dame,
A northeast wind, and empty purse;
A dunner in the month of June;
t (I/t, whilst I’m writing, here is one :
'Tis time, then, that I coti«e my tune.
And since lie's dunning, I am done.)”
How likest thou that—din s It wake a responsive
chord -in thine own bosom ? That was written in l‘(3o
it keeps well, for it is good yet. A few pages on
ward we light upon a fine poem entitled “The judg
ment of tire dead”—
“ And we found a tradition among them, that after
neath, toe body was judged by the dead, am! that, if
i's ov I deeds preponderate I over its good actions, the
sonl was condemned to wander eternally, and tlie bo
dy to have no rest within its grave.”
On ibis tradition the poem is founded. We could
not, if we would, help rending some extracts from it. —
Here is the second strophe.
“’Tis the midnight’s gloom,
And from grave and tomb
1 lie spirits have rushed to the fearful d,iom ;
A voice hath gone o'er the hounding waves.
And wakened the dead in their hidden caves ;
A sound hath past o’er tlie wide-spread land.
And ils bosom hath op’d at the dire command;
For a soul from its body hath ta'en its flight,
And it comes to be judged by the dead to-night.”
The spirits of the dead cone trooping to the place!
“ From the depth of the lofty forest's gloom,
Where the sweet rose is shedding its rich perfume; !
From the barren snmls of the ocean's shore,
Where the wild waves are dashing with angry roar; j
From the midst of the city’s busy hum—
lu countless numbers they c ime, they come 1 - 1
Over the grave
Win re the flow'rets wave,
The spirits are holding their dark conclave ;
The eqrth hath oped and the buried dead
Stands is the midst of tlieir circle dread ;
For he may not rest .in the peaceful tomb,
Till the spirits have uttered his final doom.”
Tlie dread preliminaries being thus completed, and
the court opened—(he triai proceeds :
“Hath be taken from the widow’s scanty store ;
Hath he spurned from his dwelling the humtiir poor;
Hath he turned from the faith of his sires of old,
Or bowed at the shrine of tire idol gold ;
Do his hands bear (be mark of the crimson stain,
That hath flowed trom the stream of his brother’s vein;
Hath he broken the hope of the trusting maid,
Hath his heart from the vow it hath plighted strayed; ,
Hath lie blackened the snow of his neighbor’s fame,
Or covered his grave with the felon’s shame ?
Woe to him now, if such deadly sin
Be found to have larked in his breast within ’
His spirit shall how l o’er the boundless wave,
WM, the damned fiend® of midoi-bt storm;* -J®
And his body shall toss in its sleepless grave,
And the worm shall shrink from his wasted form ; •
And legions of devils shall nightly tread
O’er the hated grave of the sit fill tjpnd.”
There are many parts of this that remind us strong
ly of Mrs. Heliums' legendary ballads. Tile same re
mark will apply to the lines on John i>f Luxemburg!],
the blind King of Bohemia, who foil on the field of
Creci or Crcssy, and from whom the Prinee of Wales
adopted his crest of the three ostrich feathers, with tire
motto, “ leu MEN,” I none.
Here is a laughable piece, '* The State vs. Ilenry
Day.” It seems this Henry* Day had been indicted in
tlje Superior Court lor nu “usstult with intent to mur
der.” He had been beating his wife, he being a little j
feeble anatomy of n man, and 6he a stalwart Ama-.
zon. Tire point of law on which the case is made to i
turn, is thus staled in a “ martial abstract.”
“ Ssmhle, that if A kills his bride,
Such killing is no suicide.
If any ill the wife hath dom,
Baron and Feme are only ore;
If nnv harm the man doth to,
Baron and Feme are clearly two ;
In either case —or one or tier —
Tire Baiton must the penante do.”
After a ludicrous description of the Court a,ml tiro
opening scene, the Judge orders the chnrge to he read.
The charge and the prisoner’s defence are ns follows:!
“ The jurors for this county town
Do, through their foretmJ), Moses Brown,
Charge and accuse, the’ Henry I) iy
Did, on the seventh of ibis May,
(Not having law before his eyes,
But urged on to the crvißg evil
By sore seduction of tlie devil—
That hoary father of al lies^
Both bruise, r. .and wotinl, and badly heat.
His present wife, late aha Sweet,
With other Wrongs to ns said mate.
Done o«ntra paean of he state ;
Tim is the charge against you brought;
Day, is it tkue, or is it iiOt.T’
The pris'ner spake : "1 own the strife;
1 don’t aeny I biat my wife;
And for that par; where you aver
That Salon did my sprit stir—
'Tis true ; for I was i: >Ved by her.
The dying sinner’s w ; lest groans
Are music to her gea:e»t tones ;
And for her blows ! na», my bones !
Well, let it pass; perlups ’tuna wrong ;
Burt had burne lier • arses lone,
And I am weak, and -he is strong ;
Let that, too, pass. 1v« done my best;
My counsel t lie re mutiny the rest.’”
The aforesaid paint of llv is then discussed, and
the Judge charges, first Lujiury, and then the head
“ Now speaks the jug* in accents clear.
Whilst- not a sound uytbrbs the car ;
• I’ll not detain the jrf king.
The counsel is both rgfct and wrong;
If any ill the wife htu finite,
The man is fined ; fer isey are one :
If any crime the mo»v>th do,
Still he is fined ; for .tty are two.
The rule is hard. it * ionfeseed i
It can’t lie helped, b‘ I'* e»t.
Itet the passage b< .eared;'
The crowd diasppcited
* Now cull me the l> *4 of the bailiff* here.
Slieriff, let it be thy *►•
That this jury do w* fee
Food ot drink 'till istf agree.
Woe to thee, if but'dF wand
From oilier lip* by Win “ heard.
Be it thy eapecial dVi
That they go no tutfi •• I*HP
I ’T il they notify to sp
In this matter they agree.
Go; if you abuse your |«iwer.
Your doom is fixed 'his very hour.’ ”
The effects of the latter charge soon manifest them
, selves. The jury can’t agree and are kept in a state
'of starvation, whilst the prisoner and his trite, having
- compounded iheir differences, are comfortably and lo
vingly discussing a cold fowl and a pot of beer ; and
; the author avers that he
“ Would not be w illing to say or swear
That those jurors and bailiffs are not still there :
When last thro' that justice dooi I passed,
lire juty their food and drink were missing,
Whilst the made-up pair were feasting and kissing.”
! Some few of these poems will be recognized as hav
ing appeared m previous numbers of this paper.
We will read tlicc one mote —a specimen from the
pen ol Dr. Cliarltoil—and then trespass on thy pa
tience no further.
rtf all the pests that hell to earth has sent.
Whose thoughts and hopes on evil most tire treat,
Who knows no friend, whom fove can never know,
Who never felt sweet mgrqj 's genial glow—
Protect me from the sveophant who tells
That but on you his fond affection dwells.
Who. cringing to obtain or wealth or poYver,
Will change his worship in the changing hour;
Who pours his plaudits in your ready ear,
And for your slghtest woe will drop the tear.
Such will he be in fortune’s brighter hour.
When nil her gifts their fickle favors shower -.
But change the scene ; let grief and sorrow crowd
To vex your life ; let defamation loud
Pursue your name ; —how soon the changeling flies
To other clime*! how soon his ardor dies 1”
In conclusion, we rejoice that whilst our Northern
poets are pulling forth tlieir volumes of poems, we ran
also produce ore of Southern growth and origin—one
which speaks well for Southern taste and genius and
literature. We hope that Judge Charlton will not lay
nside his pen and desist from literary pursuits, but that
he will still contribute to our collections of Southern
Literature the fruits of his studies and the productions of
his genius. Seine! insanivit (to speak in his own sense)
and that to such go al purpose, that we cannot help
saying, “ itisauia'.-nunc his, terque, p'uriesqtte."
Come and see us again, reader; we have some
choice things in store for thee. Interim vale. M.
O'RIGI N A L.
“The Laud of Flowers’ -—A l’oem.
„ BY B. F. WIIITNER, OF FLORIDA.
.)/ ;t.li me, r/c climes ! which ju els lose to land.
The praise of native home is sweet employ
To all illumined by the genial sun ;
To lime-worn traveller—to tli' impatient boy,
I Whose pilgrimage through life is but begun.
Nay ! through creation’s range, hath ne’er been found
A land, which for i's children lias no charm,
Though everlasting snows u’crrprend the ground,
And no bright sunbeam its b'enk sod may warm.
■ Bear with me, (lien, while 1 e-say to sing
j A land o'er which dark winter never lowc-rs;
Where reigns, in loveliness supreme, the Spring—
j The chine of evergreens, the Land of Flowers.
i And surely, Florida ! if they v\ ho dwell
*On sftow-clad mountain, or in barren doll;
Hkncatli o’erlinnging, icy cl.ffs entombed,
j re grateful A nver, nor slirubtvry ever ldoomed;
dfV fbi y who o'er tli’ extensive deserts roam,
! And love to call tn.'se Burning wastes their home ;
If such would not exchange their.humble lot
For all lire pleasures of earth's brig-ln -t spot,
But in their several spheres contented move,
Nop wish tire joys of other climes to prove ;
j Thrice happy and contented should they he.
Who boast a home, delightful Land ! in thee.
O’er thy fair plains, tire traveller scarce can find,
! 'Tis true, a trace which man hath" left Ireland :
j No rock-based castles that, for ages past,
Have braved the stoitn, and stood the wintry blast;
No crumbling ruins meet the curious eye,.
As in the land of Burns and Waverly ;
No sad memorials of a classic ace,
Whose glory is engraved on history’s page.
As in the clime where men enchanted hung
Upon a Plato’s words, or Homer's song;
And beauteous maidens wreath and chaplet wove,
To deck his brow who sang of “ wine and love.”*
No, Florida ! tli’ enraptured stranger sees
No sueh revered remains of eld as these;
Finds naught that marks tux.* former home of man,
Save w here the moss-grown Spanish road once ran ;t
Or where the rounded and uprising ground
Points to the “red-man’*” grave, the Indian mound.
But theugh no crumbling works of art be found,
Yet monuments more firm than they atiound.
View yon live oak that proudly rears on high
Its lofty head, with king-like majesty :
Think of the many deeds, in ages gone,
Which have been witnessed by that lonely one;
The sanguinary strife of cruel man.
When crystal streams with crimsoned Waters ran;
The deafening clash oi arms, the horrid yell
Os savage men, which rang through grove and dell;
Th' extdting laugh, or cry of hopeless wo,
From the proud victor, or his dying foe.
Ay 1 think of these, and with fresh wonder dwell
On the vast firm of that hoar sentinel.
Which, had it tongue, could speak of days long flown,
Os mighty deeds, and nations now unknown.
And see 1 there stands,.close hr, its leafless mate,
Stripped of ail foliage by the hand of fate,
Yet baring still its whitened, time-worn form.
With stern defiance, to th’ unsparing storm.
O’er it bright Springs have passed, with matchless
And Autumn winds have racked its naked arms:
Yet stands it there as proudly now, I ween,
And firmly, as when flourishing and green;
And there shall stand till storms —not slow decay—}
Its giant trunk and branches wear away.
Turn we from scenes like these to that fair grove,
Where flowers of beauty smile, and breathe of love;
Jin many portions of Middle Florida, (I have am
visited other parts of tile Territory,) these old .Spams ,
roads are quite numerous, traversing the country in
every possible direction. Tltough often very distinct,
the) always hear the traces of age; and the interest of
the observer is not a little heightened, hv his finding,
not unfrequently, largo monnrehs of the Uprct flourish
ing in their very midst: a clear pr.iof that many years
have winged their flight since these ancient tracks have
been disturbed by the noisy vehicle* of man.
ITo those unacquainted with this beautiful, and, at!
the sume time, majestic tree, it may not lie unnecessa
ry to state (hat, even after the vital principle has de
parted, it still continues, posaiblv for centuries, to idler
us hared trunk and limbs to *ll (he fury of tlio element* j
1 know not a more interesting object than one of those i
agefl leafless monarch*, with its spreading branches
bleached hv the hand of Time, yet still in ail appar
ently *oun) state ; ami seeming to declare, that, while |
tiie iron tiding tourli a( decay causes all rise to mould.!
cr, it shall he laid iu vain upon (tie h ve-ouk's mighty 1
ItOne of (lie principal m isntia inhi'mii* of riua •'sun
ny clime," is die variety of its secrirry, but lor which
us iiisoy beauties would soon cease to please Thu
amiouck, i he open, otutumn tony-wood, the |
beautiful grove* J gluMiy-le**i«l hve-oska and magno
lias, end tlie wide, smooth, silvery lake, start up life
magic before tile rye ot ill* suiqo'ls. a beholder, Will
prevent that saueif winch i* rxp. rfen.ed m tfMrrtg long
Where the magifctia, v.lth blent boughs and leaves,
A fairy bower of richest foliage weaves.
And from its large and snow-while bln,ibmexhale
Sweetest of perfumes on the gentle gale.
Fit b.iwer to breath soft tales in Indy’s ear!
Fit spot for blushing mni 1 th- rc tales to bear!
Cold were his heart who, ineudi beauteous pktee,
Plead not in gentl, r tones, with warner grace ;
And colder, harder far Inr breast who Irenril,'
Unmoved, each tender plea, eaeh ardent word.—
In that fair *p perchance, in ages gone,
'l'lie simple Indian girl ws- wooed aud won :
Or else, in later times the Spanish maid,
W it li darkly-beaming rye, and jetty braid,
At eve’s delightful hour, wiili him she loved,-
In that enchanting grove hnrh slowly roved ;
With blushing cheek and half-averted In >k,
listening to all the fond s.v,-ct words he spoke ;
Gay as lire fawn her footstep seared a wav,
And beautiful, nnd innoupnt as guy.
| But turn yet, onre again to yonder shore,
I And scan the w ide, the glorious prospect o'er.
Gaze on the world of waters bright that lie,
J In one broad sheet, before tli’ enraptured eye;
N»v flushing bark upon the fixed gaze,
Lilifc polished steel, the sun’s bedazzling rays;
Now slightly ruffled by the winds of eve,
The limpid waves in gentle circles heave.
Like the soft motions of the youthful heart,
Which love hath rippled by Iris mystic art.
Myriads of waterfowl, oil every side.
Float ‘Undisturbed upon the silvery tide.
While from the bosom of (lie waves arise,
In chorus loud, iheir shrill and startling cries.
The solitary angler heeds them not,
Nor often breaks their sport the fowler's shot;
Wink' he of gentler mood prolongs his stay,
To view their graceful forms and plumage gay ;
Or list with wonder to the cries that wake
Ten thousand echocu from wood, hill, and lake.
Gaze on the scene—file golden sky above,
The lake, the flowery mead, the verdant grove,
Bathed in the sun’s departing, qiellow light—
And say—can earth unfold a fairer sight ?
Would time allowed of half the charms to speak.
Which every scene of that bright clirua'e deck;
To paint the glories of earth, sky, and grove,
That meet the sight, where’er you chance to rove.
But why essay to picture to the mind
The myriad nameless gems the eye may find
In each romantic scene it passes o’er,
Tracing new beauties still, unmarked before,
Till all unnerved by our own sweet employ.
We yield us to a wild, o'erpowering joy?
Who hath not felt, while wildered and nmnzcri,
On Nature’* favorite haunts lie warmly gazed, ,
Rescanning oft the glories pictured there,
Like youth’s fair,
How vara was all the artist’s boasted skill,
The poet’s noble art how vainer still.
To make supbifcaitties on the canvass glow,
Or yet in musical its flow !
As there are feelings, deep within the breast,
Which ever there, and only (here, must rest;
Emotions strong that gleam forth from tlie eye,
Yet utterance and description both defy ;'
So ’mid th' enchanting scenes of Nature, too,
A thousand beauties meet the wandering view,
Which to the sight all matchless may appear.
Yet. clothed in words, how weak, how faiut they are!
Let poets smg of classic Italy,
Her balmy aiis, her soft, dark azure sky :
I’.kilU L» »**« »V° < "VvrtnVw
Where lyric Horace breathed his last low sigh.
The traveller, as he moves with awe profound,
May feel ire treads on coliseum led ground ;
Stream, f rest, rock, may have tlieir tales to te?l
Os god-like heroes wh ' in buttle fell;
Os orators to touch each heart-string skilled;
Os bards w hose lyre a wondering world hath thrilled.
But would you wish a lovelier clime to see,
Than far-famed and romantic Italy,
O ! turn to that bright, sunny Innd of ouis,
Which w ell the Spaniard called the Land of Flowers .-
That land of hammock dark, and open wood,!!
Os verdpm grove, and limpid, sparkling flood ;
The land of thick, impenetrable brake,
Os blooming field, nnd wide-extended lake;
The land of zephyrs mild, and golden skies ;
Earth's garden spot, earth's only paradise !
SATURDAY. OCTOBER 20, 1831).
53-The office of tbe “Southern Post’*'has
been REMOVED to the second tenement,
second story, of * Wilson’s Range,’ on Cot.
ton-Avenue, where we can always be found
remly to serve oor old fsieuds,’nnd a* many
new ones as may be disposed to patronize
ns. OUR WORK is executed with NEATNESS,
ACCURACY and DESPATCH, and on fair terms.
JKr In again addressing our readers, after our long
suspension, (for loug indeed it has seemed to us,) we
scarcely know at what point to enter upon the.extend
ed field of our duties. The period of our silence has
been full of events of more or less importance—some
of them 0. deep and startling interest, and many of tltem j
calculated to excite painful or melancholy feelings.—
Never, since tlie commencement of our editorial career
have we been more struck with the appearance of hur
ry and bustle which marks tlie course of things in this
world, than we have been during t ttr suspension. We
seem to have stepped aside, for a space, from the tur
moil and confusion of the crowd ; and to have been
able to liehoid, at our ease, and at a distance, the whole
march of events in every-quarter of the warll —just as
a spectator, on art eminence, has a clearer view of
what passes in the crowd below, than one who is plarod
in thq midst of it. But the time is come for us to re
sume our duties—to fall again into tlie line of march—
to cast ourselves one; more on the stream, and be hur
ried onward with our brethren. And we do so, first,
with a feeling of thankfulness to our patrons who have
borne with us thus far, and to our brothers of the press
who have continued to send us their paper* ; and se
condly, with a hope that our readers will find in our
weekly portion some marks of the redoubled energy
and xest with which we again begin ;o labor for their
amusement or instruction.
To take a retrospective view of all that has happen
ed slave tlie publication of our last number, would oc
cupy too much of our space, and of the reader’ll time.
He must be already acquainted with most of the more
important events, from other sources, (hie or two re- j
marks, however, wc cannot refrain from making.
In looking over our exchange paj» r* wo have been
struck with the unusual number of fire*—some, appal
ling conflagrations. New-York, Bluhidalphin, New-
Orleans have «U (imrc or.lcM null, red from thi* dread
ful *. otirge. Nearer home, we have seen the iloun*li
ing town of Aiken almost wholly swept away; and
Mobile, til-fan-1 Mobile laid in ruin* by three aw'ul
\ conflagration* to the space of time nr four days! -.
Ala* ! tin* unhappy ttiyJta* Iwan marked lb lbe spuiß
j.r. The tod of tin Almighty big fallen heavily upun
; fuel it is depopulated by pawl tie nc.', and elan it* best
cetuten* bsva either fallen victims or been duveui sway,
then Conn • the mid night mi euidiut* let apply 'll*’ torch
j “f destruction: and ruin and desolation follow his foot
'■ops. The amount of properly destroyed by fire«, in
■•nr country wwhin ihe last few weeks has lreen enor
mous, and its destruction lends, in no small degree, to
nnranent the general distress.
Pi stil, nee aim has striked through some of our fair
est ci'ies, blasting nil within her baleful influence.—
Mob'le, New-Orleans, and the Mississippi valley have
suffered as nstini; but on sis'er Augusts has lreen vis
ited whh nnusinri and frightful severity She mourns
the l'jcs of many of Irer I cm citizens.
Amidst all tliese s en -s of misery and distress, how
much cause have we for ihankfu’nes* to the Almighty
■that oitr own city has been preserved from these and cad
! fol visitations. Never was Macon mere healthy titan
during die past summer. But if we have not suffered
in these tilings, there are other evils which we itmst
j endure in common with ihe w hole country. Not for
! ,r *y yews Ims fliert-been known so getieTal, so endtir
mg a drought. Ti e earth is parched and burnt, the
-Teanm are dried lip, our own river leaving large tracts
of its bed bare nnd dry. and the crops, ri-eotrrsc,-di
i muiished or ruinyd.
I here is yet snoring and a wqr-se drought than this
a drought in our desks nnd in our pockcrs. The
■creams of circulation are dried up. We have no cut.
rencu for there is no money so flow. Where all the
money has gone Wfwe, fur one, ean’tssy. Ihe Banks
don’t appear to have much, and what tlrey have.fhcy
very cavalierly intend to keep, for they ore again sus
pending specie paymen’s all over the country, from
Philadelphia southwards. The hills of the U. State*
Bank have been dishonored at Paris, though prompfiy
redeemed, but the circumrnnco has created a greo l
exei emeuf, and led to the f'usjionsioilt.
GREAT CONVENTION OF COTTON GROW
ERS AND MERCHANTS.
We lay before our renders this morning, the highly
interesting proceedings of tire Convention of Planters
and Merchants who assembled in this city on Tuesday
last, (the i!!J inst.) to take into consideration tlie state
j of the Cjtton Trade.
The convention was numerously attended, although
ihe sickness and calamity which have visited some of
our Southern cities, ns well as interior towns, dotftit
j less prevented many from attending; nnd the discus
sion of the subjects submitted to the body was full and,
j vve believe, generally satisfactory.
The result, it appears to us, was an entire concur
retire in the objects of the convention. The recom
mendations of the Committee were adopted without a
dissenting voice : and we think it probable, that in n
few weeks there will Ire an equal concurrence throng)®
out tlie South in the relan proposed for fimrr -ting ■,,,
sunp’e from the effect* of panic and combination.
It is ihe opinion of many of high authority in com
mercial and financial operations, that our Banks have
no other mode than the one pointed out, of continuing
their supplies of the precious metals; that they have a
common policy in coming cordially und cheerfully into
the scheme of advancing ot once and freely on the
crop, for during the suspension of specie payments
they wlt thus releive our planters and merchants
and at the same time be cfiectually preparing them
selves for nil early and permanent resumption. It
seems c’.eiJ, that if the Banks in New York, with a
view of concentrating the bullion and exchange of the
whole country in that city, should be able to contiu,,’
nominally, to pay specie, and this not so ranch by tlieir
own resources as by the aid of foreign capitalists and «f
our Government, the South will be thrown into etrs
barrais ireuts, of which our present distress is but an
lUUkirUfl <v»eu.luJs l . U/k®® 4™ «vw Iwi
barves s await the Wall street brokers with un ex
change of U) per cent, in favor of New York and Ster
ling nt a premium of twe.vtt? And such must lie
the casein a short period, unless the Bunks of the
South, one and all, as a means of self-protection, lay
hold of all the Foreign Exchange resulting from our
crop, by ndvancingon every bale ns it comes o market.
We have no unfriendly feelings to the great com
mercial emporium of our country—but “chanty begin*
nt home," and the times call for self-protectior.. There
is also reason to believe, that there is a design on foot,
by the deceptive agency of the nominally specie pay
ing Bunks of New York, to cripple every bank that
has suspended iu the country. The right of self-de
j fence ealls upon us to look to the battery of our great
staple for protection. Our Cotton Bags saved us at
New Orleans, and will save us again from a different
and combined hostility.
Wc invite our readers generally, and the Planters,
i 'he sinnjinn of the country, in particular, to give to the
Report of the Committee, as adopted by die Conven
tion, a thorough,-calm and dispassionate examination
in tlie crisis nt which we have arrived, it becomes u*
nil to net with unanimity and mutual confidence, and
to adopt every judicious means of relieving the distress
; which wc now feel und of averting its future recur
OUT We publish to day the “ Land of Flowers,” a
poem delivered by Mr. B F. Whitner, of Florida, at
the annual Commencement in Athens, last August.
F’or the pleasure of the publication, we are indebted to
a gentleman of this City, who gave it a flattering Ute
rine in his correspondence, and included an earnest so
licitation to the “ Author” to enclose a copy to the
Southern Post. Mr. Whitner influenced by that no
tice, togetlier with tlie interest expressed by his friends
to obtain it in print, responded to tlie call, and we now
give it in its unadorned dress to our readers, who al
lied, the lilies and ro-es of our own Georgia, have with,
ered beneath tlie north winds blast, may still inhale the
jodotir from tlie fragrant Parterres of Florida, the “ Land
The great length of the proceedings of the Cot
ton Convention, and of dip Report of tlie Committee of
Twenty One, lias forced us to exclude a great quantity
jof original and other matter prepared for this week,
und also delayed our appearance.
We received, some week* ago, the first No. of
■the “Southern Silk Journal and Farmers Register,"
published by our neighbors in Columbus. Such a
work was a desideratum in our State, and the one be
fore us scouts well calculated to supply the deficiency.
It will we think, prove interesting to others than those
who are immediately engaged in the silk business, and
we trust die enterprising Editors will meet with the
ene.mragement they deserve. We wish them success,
By the way, we have u very beautiful sample, (a ‘
skein) of white sewing «flk, tnanulacMiMd by a Lady
of Georgia, from the cocoons of worms fed solely on
, the eommim mulberry.
t&- Cotton is a mighty queer thing. It look* won
derfully soft, anil while aiHiliinocenl —and yet, some
times, it burns pespie's lingers like all vengeance. It
is nut perhaps generally known that Moras Muiucau
iia sometimes possesses the same singular pto|ierty-*
Those w ho handle it must look out.
"A1 RH JIANLEITKR w islie# to inlorm the Ladies
ivl of Macon and VmeviHe, (and particularly ber i
ioid cu*tomer«) that site has Removed tier ri-nidence to
j the bouse fori|«sly occupied hv Mr. Thomas Rosa, oh'
Hfcoml streei, where slid will ik vote lief undivided a •
, teniMii to FaskxwaUe fJrt-Mi Hokins, in ad ita branch-’
es —and n sm etfully nuiuat. a chare ol patronage.
| th i M lb
mi .t H %VCKII.
A lIBHTKATK IKON MOULU£II. is fa
i . m miliar with wotknig a Cspeki, will mart wldiroll'
-ISiU eioidoyan o' and to*>.l waft*-*, at die Foil udry of
FISDI.A Y, HMITII 4. M< ELROY.
1 Miooii, No* t it