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236 Look not to the Heaven that smiles above, Look not on the beautiful earth, Stale worship and murder love, For what is the madness worth ? But worship is faith, the Angel’s wealth, j And love’s is a bliss untold, Pshaw ! honour them both, if you choose, by stealth, But shout—for the God of Gold. Not yet! not yet! for mark you friend ! As the flashing wheels go ’round, Cries of woe wi h the tumult blend Os a tr.umph less profound— Victims writhe on the Chariot’s track, Red is the course it rolls, And the God you worship looks not back On the mangled human souls. The Widow’s groans and the Orphan’s tears, The curse of imperial mind, Swell the chorus of darkened years, That Dkmon hath left behind: From the dust his pampered steeds inhale, From the blackened and blasted sod, The cry of blood like a Phantom’s wail. Mounts to the Courts of God. Arid the door will ope to the moaning prayer, And Vengeance will rise in might. And swear by the Lord who reigneth there, To give to the Nations—light; Anil his glance will burn through the fiery skies, And the God of this world sink down ; With the glare ol Hell in his lustful eyes, And the rust on his waning Crown. Then Tempter! throttle the damning lie, Which maketh the wise to laugh, And tell us not that the creed is high, Whose type—is a golden Calf; Gold ! may the strength of its rule decay, Wither it branch and root, ’Tis only found in the realms of Day, To be trodden—under foot. ft gjigl) of Soggift. Theatrical. Mow that the season has fairly opened, we have had an opportunity of forming some estimate of the ability of the present stock company. We have attended the Theatre regularly, in order that we might arrive at correct conclusions upon the merits of the respective performers. This, in most cases, is considerably above the average. “The School for Scandal,” the most laborious and diffi cult Drama yet presented us, was, upon the whole, very creditably acted. Mr. Oxley’s “Joseph Sur face” was capital. The hypocrite, bold in his hypocrisy, and unblushing in his reliance upon that weakness of human nature, which is blinded by the dazzle of mere “sentiment,” was very justly conceived. “Sir Peter” and his wife, Sir Benjamin Backbite and nephew, also Lady Snare well and Snake, were all [in a theatrical sense,] good characters. Charles Surface and however, might have been improved. The lady lacked animation, and the hero, who should have aroused in his audience a certain degree of sym pathy for those extravagant follies which are oc casionally the safety valves of impetuous youth, seemed half asleep himself, and nearly succeeded in bringing his hearers to the same condition. Notwithstanding these drawbacks, we are bound to say, however, that the play was deservedly suc cessful. “London Assurance,” and several petite Comedies have been acted since, which have de veloped the talents of several members of the corps most favourably. Among these we would especially mention Mr. Sloan, and his very pretty and accomplished lady. The grace of the one, and the irresistibly comic countenance of the other SOUTHERN LITERARY GAZETTE. have made them both popular. Os Miss Crews, whose admirable delivery of Mr. Simms’ poem on Thur-day night gave universal satisfaction, we believe there can be but one opinion. Her train ing, though somewhat too conventional is excel lent, and the vivacity and spirit of her persona tions uncommonly pleasing and effective. In fine, we congratulate the managers upon the favourable auspices which have attended the opening of the season, and the public upon the revival of the le gitimate Drama so long suffering from “coma,” amongst us. Senior Exhibition. On the evening of the 12th inst., the annual ex hibition of the senior class of the Charleston Col lege took place in the College Chapel. We had not the pleasure of being present, but from what we have heard, it must have been a very creditable affair. There were four speakers, all of whom, we understand, acquitted themselves with ability. Mr. John Torre, who spoke upon the comprehen sive subject of “Science and Religion,” gained the medal. His effort is spoken of in the highest terms by all who heard it. Indeed we are told that his oration, as the production of one so young was altogether remarkable, and gave promise of an intellect, which if properly exerted, [as we have no doubt it will be,] may in time be an hon our to himself and his State. To the remaining speakers high commendation has been awarded. The poem on “Creation,” del’vered by Mr. Co vert, and published in the columns of the News, presents seveial graceful and vigorous passages. To our mind, the following are the most commen dable verses:—The author is describing the gar den of Ldeu. The lines italicised embody an exceedingly graceful conception. “The luscious fruit, tempts the enraptured eye— In colour varied as the rainbow tint — Bursting in ripeness from its inner core, In seeming supplication to he plucked. While troin the tiny warbler’s throat, the sound Os music, sweet and gladsome minstrelsy, Fours fourth its richness ‘on the desert air!’ Here peace andplemy hailed therisii g morn. And ease and quiet marked the live-long day. Beneath yon spreading elm, whose branches sip The cool, refreshing spring, the timid fawn And lion bold together lie, in love And holy harmony, obedient both!” Bennet and “the Torpedo.” The late attempt upon the life of the editor of the New-York Herald , is certainly au anomaly in the aunals of crime. Whether Mr. Bennet re gards its frustration as a special interference of Providence in his behalf we do not kuow, but cer tainly his escape seems almost miraculous, and we trust that Ins gratiiude is proportionate. Al ter presenting his readers with a minute account of the torpedo, or “infernal machine,” so carefully sent him by the friend—or f. iends—who pro posed his elevation, and publishing the affidavits of all connected in any way with the affair, Mr. Bennet adds: “We would not have taken any notice of this diabolical attempt, were it not that we think it is, under the circumstances, our duty to society to do so. We only regard it with scorn and contempt. We are conscious of having committed no wrong against any individual which could at all warrant the supposition of this being an act of private revenge, and we confess it is anew phase in our social character if the high, fearless, and inde pendent course of a public journalist is to have for its guerdon only a present of an ‘infernal ma chine.’ To such of our brethren of the press as follow the independent course that has marked the career of the New-York Herald, we commend this lesson for their serious consideration, and warn them to weigh well the danger of their en terprise. Torpedoes are not the most desirable tes timonials of public or private esteem ; but for our selves, we will not be deterred from the perform ance of our duty, were we aware that there was a whole manufactory of torpedoes in full operation tor our special benefit.” The “Cabin and the Parlour.” It is certainly humiliating, that while Mrs. Stowe’s fiction of “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” has made more noise in the world than a book of six times its merit should have done, that all the attempts to refute its sophistry, and to uphold the Southern question, have been judged with coldness by the critics, even by those amongst us. Now this is abso lutely shameful, especially when we consider that there is one reply at least to Mrs. Stowe, which, as a mere literary production, is in every respect equal to “Uucle Tom,” and as an artistic tale far surpasses it. We allude to the work of Mr. Ran dolph’s, called the “Cabin and the Parlour.” There is one chapter in this work which is so par ticularly excellent, that we intend to present it to our readers entire. Suspenders vs. Straps. The following suggestions from a distinguished source, will be read with interest we are sure by all our female friends. That the sex should be thus unfeelingly recommended to go to the gal lows is positively monstrous. We confess to no great admiration of a strapping woman, but even she is better than a woman suspended. We, therefore, disagree in toto with the “recommen dations.” “Mrs. Bloomer, who edits a paper calh-d ‘The Lily,’ published monthly, at Seneca Falls, New- York, undertakes, in the last number of her jour nal, to give the winter fashions of the Bloomer dress, in reply to several letters of inquiry which she has received. Among other peculiarities of her style of apparel, she urges her lady friends to wear ‘ euspenders , the same as those worn by the men, and 111 the same manner.’ These, she says, are preferable to straps; and she remarks that they are now worn to a considerable extent. At a meeting which was held at Seneca Falls on the 14th ult., some fifty ladies, from different parts of Nevv-Yoik State, attended in Bloomer dress.” “Buckle on your Preserver Right.” Under this head the Scientific American de scribes the following unlucky mishap, which befell of late a man of science in the West. Such up setting of one’s gravity , is possibly not so agree able as under different circumstances it might be. There is nothing, certainly, so disgusting as being out of one’s element, but to make the acquaint ance of a foreign element by inversion, and that too “ nolens volens ” is detestible. “An inventor of a patent life preserver tested its efficacy a few days since, in the presence of a large crowd at Cincinnati With it girdled to his body, he jumped into the Ohio, not far from Wal nut-street. Some of the gearing became di.-placed, and instead of the inventor’s head remaining at the top of the water, his position was leversed the head down and feet up. It was with difficulty the assembled crowd saved the gentleman lroni drowning.” # [.November 20’