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fore him. In the love impressed upon her sea-j lures, there was no change—none in that which animated her heart. In the girl and the woman this love was alike spiritual and trusting. In both, the noble qualities imagined or manifested in the one beloved, was the object of regard— such is ever the love of the pure and true-hearted woman. As memory thus turned to the past, De Montrevel exclaimed, “Oh, Louise ! how can I ever pardon myself for having thrown away five years of happiness ?” “ Say not so, my friend.” said Louise, softly, as, disengaging herself from his embrace, she turned her eyes timidly upon him. “Call not those years thrown away which have taught us the depths of our own natures.” 4 ‘ As regards me, my Louise, you are right; the full sympathy with you, the pure and perfect hap- Einess of this hour could never have been mine, ut for the lessons of those five years ; but you —you needed not to be purified by suffering.” Such praise was too dear to be disputed, and Louise only replied, “Butl needed to be strength ened, De Montrevel.” In after days, when the first agitating emotions of newly-awakened joy had subsided into “the sober certainty of waking bliss” —wffien they could reason as well as feel, she averred, and De Montrevel acknowledged, that to the development and perfect culture of her nature, as well ms of his, trial had been necessary. A creature w 7 ho lived in her affections, love had governed and guided her, directing every action, and moulding her whole character. At its bidding she had de voted herself to the gloom of the convent, or sported, the gayest of the gay, in a Parisian as sembly; at its bidding she could have made great sacrifices and accomplished noble acts, but in all these her higher nature would have slept, the voice of God within her w r ould have been silent; and though the purity of her taste and the influ ence of her early associations would have made evil revolting to her when presented in a gross or glaring form, she might have been led by “the one loved voice ” into much insensible deviation from the right—deviation not the less certainly productive of suffering, because unconscious;— Her strongest affection had been crushed, and while her heart }'et lay prostrate beneath the blow, the uncompromising teacher, Life, had forced her into action to which duty, a sense of the right, was the only incentive left. In obeying this, in following its guidancce, she had first risen above the earth into the region of the spiritual, as she attained to faith in the “Father of Spirits,” alight broke into her soul, discovering there a fountain of peace and joy wffiose deep w r aters are troubled bv no earthlv influence—over which only her own spirit had power. Her inconsistencies, what had they been ? the incensistencies of w r oman —what are they but the vain efforts of a devoted heart to conform all its manifestations to another’s nature ? Her inconsistency—the mock of ages—how 7 often is it but the heart’s recoil from the base image of clay into which experience transmutes the golden idol of imagination ? Would you have woman, then, consistent, constant, teach her as she has never yet been taught, that her purest affections require the balance-wheel of principle, and should be made subservient to her higher reason. aiiiiii ® “Patronized by the Court and Nobility.— A Preparation for changing Red or Gray Hair to a beautiful black, brow n, or light brown, which far surpasses any now 7 in use ; can be used without the tedious and unpleasant process of brushing it out, permanent in its effects, and free from the disagreeableness of rubbing off on the hands, caps, &c. Sold with every directions for use, at 10s. 6d. and 7s. 6d. per bottle. The dye supplied by Mrs. Harden, and the effect seen on her own hair , at her private residence, 6G Newman Street, Oxford Street; or at ladies’ own residences if preferred.” This sounds fair enough; but the fate of Mr. Titmouse, the hero of “Ten Thousand a-Year,” holds out a warning wdiicli it w r ere infatuation to neglect. As the passage in quertion is one of the cleverest in the book, and admirably adapted to throw’ light on the subject, it may be advisable to extract a part of it. Mr. Titmouse enters a w7ell known shop in Bond Street, where he finds a gentleman w ith redundant locks of raven black sitting behind the counter. “You’ll find the full est directions within, and testimonials from the highest nobility of the wonderful efficincy of the Cyanochaitanthropopoion .” He hastened home w r ith the inestimable fluid, rubbed it into his hair, eyebrows, and whiskers, for half an hour, and went to bed. When he w'oke next morning, his first movement was to spring breathlessly to his little glass, which revealed to him the astounding lact r that hair, eyebrows, and w hiskers, had turn ed green. The interview with his landlady, the first witness of his misery, is inimitable in its way— mJ “Stop at home a bit, and be quiet, it may go oft* with nil this w ashing, in the course of the day. Soft soap is an uncommon strong thing for get ting colours out —but—a—a—excuse me Mr Tit mouse—why was n’t you satisfied with the hair God Almighty had giveu you? D’ye think he didn’t know 7 a deal better than you do what was best for von? I am blest if I don’tthink this is a judgemt on you,’ “ 4 What’s the use of your standing preaching to me in this way, Mrs. Squallop?’ said litmouse, first with amazement, and then with fury in his manner —‘A’n’t I half mad without it? Judgement or no Judgement — w here’s the harm of my wan ting black hair any more than black ti owners ? That a’n’t your hair, Mrs. Squallop—you are as gray as a badger underneath —’ pon my soul! 1 have often remarked it.’ “ 4 1 tell you w hat, Mr Himperance !’ furiously exclaimed Mrs. Squalop,‘you're a liar! And you deserve what you’ve got! It is a judgement, and I hope it will stick by you —so take that sauce, you vulgar fellow! (snapping her fingers at him.) Get rid of your green hair if you can. It’s only carrot-tops instead of carrot-roots, and some folks like one, some t’other-ylia, ha!’” Poor Titmouse hurries off to the curly-haired shopman for consolation, who cool> him that his hair is simply in transitive state, and that he has only to persevere. “ One ladv gave me a qicture of herself in her black hair, to make up for abuse of me when it was puce color fact—honor.” Titmouse invests an additonal thee-and-sixpence in “Damascus Cream, and turns his hair purple. This, the shopman assures him, is the middle color between green and black, and, w r ith the aid of a third filtre, the desired effect will be procuced within two days : “‘Butit will do something in a night’s time — eh!—surely?” “‘ I should think so! But here it is —called the Tetaragmenon Abracadabra .” “‘What a name!’ exclaimed Titmouse, with a kind of aw e. “Pon honor it almost takes one’s breath away ’” >* ‘“lt will do more, sir; it will take your red hair away! By the way, only the day before yesterday, a lady of high rank, (between ourselves, Lady Caroline Carrot,) whose red hair always seemed as if it would have set her bonnet in a blaze— ha! ha! —came here, after two days use’ of the Cy anochait (inter opopoion. and one days’ use of this Tetaragmenon Abracadabra—oca A asked me if I knew her. Upon my soul I did not, till she solemnly assured me she was really Lady Caroline!”’ It is beside our purpose to go on wffth the out side or the inside of this gentleman’s head; but we earnestly recommend it to all who may feel induced to try any similar description of experi ment. It is generally thought genteel and interesting to be slim. Lord Byron lived days together on bis cuit and soda water to escape obesity—a regimen occasionally embarrassing enough to his acquan tance ; witness the reconciliation dinner between himself and Mr. Moore at Mr. Rogers’. “ Neith er meat, fish, nor w ine,” says Mr. Moore, “would he touch ; and of biscuits and soda water, w hich he asked for, there had been unluckily no provi sion. He professed, how’ever, to be equally w r ell pleased w 7 ith potatoes and vinegar; and of these meagre materials contrived to make a hearty din ner.” The ladies submit to still more galling pri vations; and Mrs. Pursey, in the School for Scan dal, is hardly a caricature : “ Yes I’m told she absolutely lives upon acids and small w 7 hey, laces herself with pullies; often on the hottest da} r of summer, you will see her on a lfttle squat pony wffth her hair plaited and turned up like a drummer, and aw 7 ay she goes, puffing ronnd the ring at full trot.” All this trouble may now be saved by taking a wine-glass of ‘ The Imperial Etherealizing Syrup’ every morning, which “confers the figure of a sylph wffthin a fortnight, without affecting the health or endangering the constitution.” The Raccahout des Arabes is a French discovery or importation, for the prevention or cure for lean ness, to which the women of Paris are more prone than to obesity. It is the preparation on which the Deyof Algiers fattened his Harem, and is held in hi oh esteem throughout the East. An English traveller, Captain Harris we think, men tioned a country in the interior of Africa, where the wives of the sovereign, fifteen in number, were weighed once a month and took rank accordingly. This statement has been turned to good account; for an advertisement states that one of them, hav ing accidentally become possessed of a stock of Raccahout , kept precedence over the other four teen till it w-as gone, and one clear month after wards. t Henry Heine tells a story of a chambermaid, who haveing remarked that her mistress possessed an elixir, which restored youth, took advantage of her absence to try it, and drank so much that she not only became young again, but was changed into a little girl. The secret of this elixir must be lost, as we hear nothing of it; but this hint may be useful to the enterprising. The next best thing to securing beauty for our selves, is to secure it for our children, and the means are fortunately in our power: —“Ladies desirous of ensuring beauty to their children, may receive adequate instruction by addressing (post paid) letters to Mrs. Henderson, 13, Spring Street, Montague Square, London.” A dandy having unfortunately caught himself on fire, when just going to bed at an inn, a con course of attendants, on hearing his cries, rushed to his assistance. The fire having been quelled w ithout much ado, how it happened w as the gen eral question. “Why,” replied the youth, “I w 7 as just taking a last peep at the glass, when somehow or other the flame of the candle communicated with the urnarncjits of my night-cap A THE SNOW. The snow, the snow, the fair white snow; o’er all the earth it lies, In stainless perfect purity, spread out beneath the skies; Here piled in wreaths fantastic, there sloping smooth aw 0} , And sparkling, as with silver stars, beneath the wintry iaj. There’s beauty in the soft white snow, as it descends fiom heaven, A fleecy robe for winter, to earth in kindness given : But there’s no life in the chill flakes, that downward gently sift; . ... Nor shoots the dormant herb or flower beneath the winter drift. But when the earth, revolving, shall turn her to the sun, How will the frosty snow-wreaths in melting currents run; How will the gushing waters leap joyous to the day, And freshen into life the grass and scented blossoms gay. Then will the trees put forth their leaves, and their young fruitage fair; And songs of birds will sweetly float upon the sunny air; Then in the verdant pastures, the gentle lambs will play, And life in all its beauteous forms will greet the genial day. For the snow is but the genial rain, by winter’s breath con gealed, And spread in cold unfruitfulness o’er mountain wood and field: And oft does many an earthy stain on its pure white breast arise; And it keeps not here the purity, with which it left the skies. So Truth comes down to man from heaven, with life-renew ing power, Like the rain that falls in spring-time, on meadow, grove, and bower; But, met with cold indifference, ’tis fruitless as the snow; And we stain it oft with falsehood, in its sojourn here below. But when man turns him unto Him, who ever waits to bless, Who shines with healing in his rays, “ the Sun of Righteous ness,” How do the cold, dead truths he knew, to life and freshness start; While a change like that of spring-timo, comes o’er his wintry heart. For God has said, as falls the snow, or as descends the rain, Nor vainly once returneth to whence it came again, But o’er the bare and barren earth it fruitfully is spread, And giveth to the sower seed, and to the eater bread, So goetli forth his holy Word, in love paternal given, To nourish in man’s barren heart the living things of heaven. The Lord himself, the Sun of Heiiven, with beams like those of spring, Warms into life within our hearts each ruined living thing ; And thus when Truth’s pure precepts we love as well as know, No more it seems to fall from heaven, as fallls the frozen snow; But’t is the river of life that flows from Gad’s eternal throne ; And by the fruit upon its banks its fertile course is known, B. H. B. VALENTINE FOR A LITTLE FRIEND. [We like now and then, to get hold of a bit of poetry from a hand that is clever, without being bred to rhyming. This is an instance of easy amateur-ing in verse.— Home Journal .] There was a little maiden and she wore a little bonnet, And she had a little finger with a little ring upon it, Which showed this little maiden was not in the market then— In fact, her love was plighted to the littlest of men. You should have seen her look at him, when first he came a wooing, And told her of his misery and vowed it was her doiug ; He talked so soft and smelt so sweet, and looked so sheep ish too, Qnoth she : “My funny friend, I pray, whose little boy are you ?” But when he told her how he loved, with all his little heart, And tallked about her peerless eyes a.*d Cupid’s little dart, She smiled a little smile—and she felt a little doubt, Whether the little fellow's mother knew that he was out! He knelt upon his little knees, he shed some little tears, He talked of all his little hopes and all his little fears ; No doubt he told his little tale in very moving fashion, For thereupon the little maid was moved unto compassion. ‘‘ ’ Tis true,” said he, “ I’m whiskerless, and bear on lip or chin No sign of nap, yet this, I trust, is not a mortal sin ! ’Tis not my fault that I’ve no beard, Nature ordained I shouldn’t, I’d raise a goatee if I could, I’ve tried my best and couldn’t! “ I grant I’m not a grenadier—in fact, I’m rather small, But I could never see the use of being so very tall. I think I’m tall enough for you”—(and here, grown some what bolder, He tried to kiss her cheek, fell short, and only kissed her shoulder.) “You must not judge me by my looks, dressed in this old brown sack, I don’t intend, hereafter, to wear anything but black.” (And here he gently took her hand, but tried in vain to kiss it,) “ Don’t say me nay, for if you do, I really think you’ll miss it. “ I’ve long been looking to the time when I should get a spouse, And laid up lots of things against I go to keeping house A fam ily Bible with the rest, all gilt and stamped and check ered, With pictures upon every page and a good long family Record .” And thus the lover persevered, and begged and praj'ed and whimpered, The little maiden lent an ear, and blushed and sighed and simpered ; And though at first she scorned his suit and thought the youth demeuted, She changed her mind, as maidens will, and finally consented. Thought she : “A little chap like this, when I would take the lead, Is like to be more tractable than one of a larger breed, And though I might, perhaps, do better, were I to make a push, Yet, a bird in hand, though a little one, is better than two in a bush!” So hinting she had quite as lief (if not a little rather,) Continue in a single spite, she bade him ask her father. “ Take her and welcome !” said papa —no sooner said than done, And on her hand she wears the ring that owns her for his own. And now at last my tale is done—l leave you to discover Who was this little maiden fair and who this little lover. I don’t care if you do or doa’t, or cock-a-doodle-doo ! I’m Jimmy H—’* Valentine, whose Valentine are you? ’The Inauguration Hall that catne off on the sth instant, at Washington, was designed to be the most magnificient entertainment evergivenin the United States. Ample arrangements have been made for four thousand persons, with comfortable accommodations for both ladies and gentlemen. The walls of the assembly and supper rooms are to be richly decorated for the occasion. The cost of the entertainment is estimated at over $7,000, and the committee calculate upon the sale of one thousand tickets at $lO each, having resolved to give whatever surplus may be left to the two Or phan Asylums. Gung’ls Band is to attend in con sideration of the subsequent use of the Pavilion, and other expenses, which will be $550. The Philadelphia Germania Band is also engaged. The dancing pavillion measures 150 feet by 50. and the promenade saloon 100 feet by 50. The following items have been ordered for the tables ; A pyramid of crystalized fruits, six feet high; 9 pyramids of cream, 50 gallons Roman punch, 50 gallons lemonade, 50 moulds of jelly, 50 do. blanc-mange, 3,000 tea cakes, 120 lbs. of pound cake, 60 lbs. fruit cake, 30 boned turkeys, 20jelly hams, 40 Charlotte-Russe, 12 rounds alamode, 60 chicken salads, 150 terrapins and oysters with out number. This contract for the supper, ($2,- 200,) is exclusive of wines and liquors, except the punch. The wines and mixed liquors will, it is estimated, cost $1,500. A man was seen near the telegraph station, the other day, mounted on a ladder, and pressing his lips close to the wires. On being asked what he was doing, lie replied that he was kissing his wife “by telegraph,” An apparatus for converting salt water into fresh, in large quantities, has been successfully used on board the British ship of War, the Rey nard. The Earl of Derby (Eng.) received some plants recently from Calafornia, and on washing the earth that was around them, he found that it con tained gold ! TriUEY MIL Y. SAVANNAH, THURSDAY, MARCH 15, 1849. PREMIUMS. The following premiums will be awarded on the first of May to the successful competitors. To the Masonic Lodge having the greatest number of sub scribers to our paper at that time, teu copies will be given gratuitously for one year. To the Odd Fellows Lodge the same. To the Division of the Sons of Temperance, the same. INAUGURATION OF GEN. TAYLOR. • Gen. Zachary Taylor, was duly installed into the Pre sidential Chair of the United States, on the sth inst., with the usual parade and ceremony of the occasion; not the lenst of which, was the grand ball of the evening, in honor of the event. The Cabinet is composed of the following gentlemen : John M. Clayton, of Delaware, Secretary of State. Wm. M. Merideth , of Pennsylvania, Sec’ry of Treasury. George W. Crawford, of Georgia, Secretary’ of War. Wm. B. Preston, of Virginia, Secretary of the Navy. Thomas Ewing, of Ohio, Secretary of Home Department. Jacob Collamore , of Vermot, Post Master General. Revcrdy Johnson , of Maryland, Attorney General. EX-PRESIDENT POLK’S VISIT TO OUR CITY. On Saturday afternoon, last, our city was alive with the notes of martial music, the marshalling of the volunteer com panies, and crowds of eager citizens, waiting anxiously the expected arrival of the steamer that was to bring to our shores the Ex-President and suite. A little before 9 o’clock, signal rockets were seen, thrown up from on board the steamer, and as she rounded the point of Fig Island, a national salute of 30 guns was fired by the Chatham Artillery. At the wharf they were received by his honor the Mayor, the Aldermen, and a committee of twenty-one citizens, who were severally introduced by the special committee, Messrs. Griffin, Cohen, and Fay, who had been deputed to meet them iii Charleston. The Hon. R. M. Charlton, chairman of the committee of citizens, extended a cordial welcome to the dis tinguished guests. They were then escorted to their quarter* at the Pulaski House, by the first regiment Georgia Militia, under the command of Col. Knapp, At 10 o’clock, Messrs. Polk and Walker, accompanied by the committte, proceeded to Armory Hall, where a large assemblage of ladies and gentlemen were in waiting to offer their congratulations. They were from thence conveyed back to the Pulaski House. Bands of music, fire-works, and other demonstrations of joy, enlivened the residue of the night. On Monday morning, the distinguished guests were es corted by the Republican Blues, Capt. Anderson, and Chat ham Artillery, Capt. Gallie, to the Rail Road Depot, where a federal salute was fired by the latter, and the train that wag to bear him on his way homewards, put off amidst the loud huz zas of the attendant throng. SEAMAN’S FAIR. We are pleased to learn that four hundred and eighty dol lars was the nett proceeds of the fair in aid of the Bethel Church of this city, held on the 27th, 28th, and 29th ult. communicated. IMPROMPTU, On reading the first number of“ A Friend of the Family .” A Friend of the Family ! bless the dear name, May each Family prove a true Friend to its fame — And guard it securely, forever from harm, By a list of subscribers as “ long as my arm 1” Latah**