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The Southern post and literary aspirant. (Macon, Ga.) 1837-1837, September 09, 1837, Image 2

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social intercourse will be more cheerful; and an innocent public amusement will be furnished to the community. Public amuse ments, bringing multitudes toge ther to kindle with one emotion, to share the same innocent joy, have a humanizing influence; and among these bonds of society, perhaps no one produces so much unmixed good as music. What a fullness of enjoyment has our Creator placed within our reach, by surrounding us with an atmos phere which may be shaped into sweet sounds. And yet this good is almost lost upon us, through want of culture of the organ by which this provision is to be en joyed.” From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier. CHIVALRY or the SOUTH. There are some evils in our country, which appear to be alar mingly on the increase. Os this character, we have long thought, the perverted disposition which shows itself in catching up and circulating slanders and misrep resentations against the people of the entire South. There may be rruinv causes op erating to produce the spirit of which we have spoken. Local prejudice, the force of education, sectional jealousy, doubtless com bine ; but whatever are the cau ses that produce the feeling, it is as unjust to the people of the South as it is ungenerous in those residing in the regions where it is exhibited. Let us refer to a few cases in point. When some of the presses of our country speak of “ Lynch Law,” fa code of mobocracy) they do so as if the peonle of the entire South were the united orig inators, supporters and defenders of this odious rode. If the spirit of mobocrarv rises superior to the civil law, aud takes into its power the execution of summary punish ment upon a gang of Gamblers, that seem to have defied all law, human and divine, forthwith the whole people of the South are set down as trampling under foot all human law, and rioting in the 'pod of those who have fallen in a i; ament of exasperation, bv the excited f*ew. Take the discovery of the Morrill gang, and the de tails of their atrocities, theft, kid napping, murder, have been heral ded forth as indicative of the ab sence of all moral principle in the vast maior : tv of society in the South. Wh°n a duel takes place —or a man is dirked with a How ie knife—the most flaming ac counts are painted, and the whole people are c!ass n d as barbarians and demons, whose vengeance can only he satisfied bv reeking and glutting in the blood of their fellow men. No man of intelligence, who has had opportunity to learn the character of the people of the South, will for a moment give the least countenance to so unjust a charge. A vast majority of the people of t 1 e South are as much opposed to every violation ofeiv ll or moral law, as were the peo ple of New England to the burn ing of the Convent onCharlestown Heights, or the more recent des truction of property in the swarm ing dwellings, garrets and cellars of Broad street, in Boston, within gun shot of the Old Cradle ol Liberty, where Warren, Hancock and other immortal patriots of the Revolution offered up 44 their lives, their fortunes and their sa cred honor,” to the holy cause of human liberty. There should, we grant be no improper limits placed upon the press, in opposing mobocracy, licentiousness and misrule. It should hold the acts of those who take the law into their own hands in utter execration. None, we trust, will offer a more willing hand than ourselves in this ser vice. We have no love of riots, of pistols, dirks, Bowie knives, or kidnappers. All kinds, degrees, or symptoms of mobocracy, vio lence and outrage we deplore.— When grievances exist, they must be redressed by resort to common law—else our free institutions are endangered. Individual liberty must for ever remain inviolate, or we have receded from that price less gem for which our forefath ers threw' the tea into the Boston harbour. But to foster the belief that the people of the South, as a body, countenance the disregard of individual right, wink at the use of the Bowie knife, and exult in the prostration of good order and good morals, we believe as untrue as it is ungenerous. Hence there should ! >e no countenance w hatever yielded to the misrepre sentations that are calculated to produce such an impression of the Southern character. All who have had proper op portunity to Icnrn the character of the people of the South, will declare that they are noble, gen erous, chivalrous. The man who passes in any region of the sunny South, w ith claims of good char acter upon bis side, is welcomed, cherished and embraced- They hail him in the bosom of their family—amid the festive circle, or around the altar of Religion. No affectation of caste closes the avenues to the social affections, but the heart-felt greetings and joyous smiles nre ns spontaneous as the redolent fruit that sheds its fragrance over her sunny climes. (rt m-. rap r sg p(N l ?s opy W * sv jL w \ « w •&. * w s* A For tho Somnern Post. (•2 ) THE SCRIBBLER. EARLY CARRIAGES. “ John Anderson, mv jo, John, We clanih the hill thejjither. And monie a cantie dav, John, We’ve had \vi’ ane anither : Now we tnaun totter down, John, But hand in hand we’ll ffo. And we'll sleep thegiiher at the'fit, Ji)hn Anderson, my jo.” It was a conation maxim among the Athenians, that “ whom the Gods loved, died voting!” Avery beautiful and poet ical sentiment indeed : lmt it would he much more pleasingly rendered—as well as being nearer the truth, to suppose that, “ whom the Gods love, marrv young dai ly observation, as far as earthly happiness, mnv he considered evidence of favor with Heaven, proves this to lie a fact—like an oracle of the ancient Uelyhos, it needs no logic to convince. Its truth will be appar ent as long as Earth shall annually remark the flight of time ; and every year divide, by change of season, into Spring in love liness and hoary Winter ; or, as long as blighting Age shall place his w ithering lin ger on the brow of beauty, to trace his name thereon. Philanthropists ! ye who would benefit succeeding generations, and ameliorate the future world, attend to this, Nature’s most lovely precept —cncouYage, instill into the minds of the rising genera tion—this most happy doctrine of marrying young—in the spring-time of life—eie in clination has its bent, and uncongenial habits are, perhaps, too firmly fixed. The world, is all a vast hymenia! temple, its living, growing, creation arc the subject worshippers, and man is high-priest. It is needful, therefore, he should bring “ the firstlings of the flock” the freshest feelings of the heart up to the Altar of Hymen, if he would, like Abel, have his offering res pected. How much more odorous is “ the balmy breath of morn” than the sirocco blast of dusty noon-day ; so has bloom ing youth, more charms than ripened age. We like to ramble in the saffron-tinted morn oilKpring, in paths of fresh, new opening flowers, inhaling from the grove and mead “ ambrosial fragrance ;” but who would roam at beaming summer’s mid-day ? Each grateful zephyr, then— ephemeral spirit of the dawn—has flown for shelter to the genial bower of leafy hough, and wedded,sun-protecting vine, or lingers only in some cool, umbrageous spot, where sleeping yet, the unawakened dew-drops glitter on their mossy couch, like polished diamonds : a lonely isle of shade amid a burning sea. Life lias, alas! no evergreen, no massy overhanging hough of foliage, to preserve and shelter from the scorching breath of time ; the dew y charms of youth, save in the green isles of the heart, the bowers of wedded, mutual, verdant affection. Though age, disease, deface and mar the forms of those we love, yet retrospection fondly, each in vests, each sallow cheek, each wasted frame, in all the varying glow and purple health of youth, the mangled limb, and “ frosty prow,” are heeded not : we only view them through the magic glass of ear ly feeling, us we first knew them and be- gan to love. Why not perpetuate these earliest, purest passions of our nature, when first we feel the glow of gushing, fond, af fections. Love, budding in the young and tender heart, finds there a rich and unex austed soil, and comes to quick and full maturity. In after-life the finer sensibil ities of the soul are blunted ; care, world- Iv interest, perhaps, and vice, may corrode the very life springs of our love; satiety of false pleasures and mockery of joy ; may throw a leaden pall oyer, hermetically sealing up the very fountain of our hearts. Tho human heart is compared unto a ball of heated wax, continually receiving new impressions ; as it grows cold in the chilling atmosphere of worldly influence, the impressions upon it are fainter, fain ter,until it becomes perfectly insensible to any immediate impress, w hile the first up on it are the deepest and have the greatest hearing upon its actions and bias. Now if two hearts are formed in the same mould, grow ing up together under the same influ ence, receiving the same impressions, im bibing the same prejudices, forming like propensities, habits, feelings, and motives for action ; are they not more calculated for one another, more fitted for reciprocal enjoyment, than those foreign, entirely dis similar. to one another in feeling and ac tion ? Such united together, too often like ! foreign chemical substances, explode, or gradually destroy each other—like fire and water. When strangers of the oppo site sexes meet, or are casually thrown in contact, the natural desire is to please and ! j be pleased—accordingly thev exhibit their i most winning, fascinating, manners. How many an unfortunate female is there, who charmed by the “ sweet, engaging ways.” elegant exterior, and easv address of until then, a stranger, has at last found herself duped bv an accomplished scoundrel, and is left alone to weep over “ fallen fortunes and a broken heart.” How manv tales, too, are there in daily circulation of a Milford and her dupe ?* To he sure, one hardly knows whom, in this selfish world, one can trust with safety : hut, then, we surely know most, concerning the temper and disposition of those with whom we are I brought up, as it were, from infancy ; who j entered into the garden of existence with us, and assisted to search out the rnosr pleasant pathways, and flowery sports. Marriage in early life, where love is the basis, ensures a happy future. That beau tiful Scotch ballad of “ John Anderson, my jo,” pictures the latter part of such a life; how supremely happy and contented the “ auld couple” appear as she sings to him in the verse heading this article : “ And monie a cantie day, John, We’ve had wi’ ane anithcr.” Early life is a romanco—all is new—. novel ideas, images and sources of delight, are continually springing up around. How sweet then, where there is so much dan ger of going wrong, as first we launch our fragile bark upon “ life’s stormy sea,” to have some kind assisting friend to help to pilot safe among the shoals and conflicting currents ; to know, also, that one will at least look up to us, and confide in us, thro’ good or ill report, and sympathize with us in moments of joy or in grief, and “ dan ger’s darkest hour,” and bear up half our load of care and sorrow—to know, “ There beats one heart wliich unto death will be A gushing, glowing, fount of sympathy ; One frownless eye to kindle with our own, One changeless friend when other friends are flown. 0 MONTGOMERY. “To keep one sacred flame Through life unchill’d, unmoved ; To love in wint’ry age the same, That first in youth wc loved.” —moore. If we wait until the summer is over and gone, can we expect to gather much fruit ? The roses of affection may not always bloom for us ; the winds, the storms, mil dew, “ the worm i’ the bud,” or age will sooner or later rifle them of all their sweets, and leave us but the withered pericarp to pluck instead. Plants teach a lesson of early love, and nodding in their bloom and fragrance kiss each other, sending their carrier silken-winged farinas laden with sighs and honey-dewed kisses to each oth er at vast distances. Early marriage is sure to prevent dissipation and many of the criminal indulgences, and worst vices, which young people are apt to fall into : Fathers !* do you w ish your sons to be hap py in this life, and men of worth and stand, ing in Society ? Marry them young! If your son inherits wealth, it will teach him to preserve it—if he is poor, it will present him with a proper incentive, a continual, laudable motive for amassing property ; it will preserve his integrity, and keep hint from bad and designing associates who ever stand ready to make acquaintances with, and draw the unwary from the paths of virtue into the haunts of vice and folly where they can rob them at their leisure and transform them to such monsters in iniquity as they themselves arc ; it will prevent his getting into rows and drunken frolics in the streets, at night, and keep him at home a sober man and staid citizen ; it will refine his manners : a man is of no account in the world until he is married : a single man is not even worthy of trust, because he has no responsibility—nothing to detain him in any particular place long to form a character. Mothers ! do you wish your daughters peace and content ment through life ? Marry them young ! It will prevent the cankerworm of hopes deferred, and the sourness of disappoint ment. Are you aged ? The aged die soon er than the voting ; you may soon Ire ta ken away—it will provide your daughter then with a home ; you leave her in the care of on° vou know, and can the better trust. Young man! do you want a talisman, a philosopher’s stone? do you wish to realize all your golden dreams of titled wealth, and more than earthly happiness ? Marry! Young woman !do you also wish to realize the romance of your hopes and be surrounded with unchangeable affection, de voted, undying love ? do you wish a slave to your charms ? Mar ry ! You who are “ past the me ridian” will be reserved for some future “ Scribbler,” probably the next. A hint here is all—to im prove your time ; if you would be supremely happy, while it is cal led to-day, and ere your vigor and health is wasted in isolated,worth less existence, be wise to-day—