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M IB 0 1 It It A H Y the empty cradle. “ The mother gave in tears and pain, Tho flowers that she most did love, Site knew she’d find them all again, In the fields of light above.” The death of a child is to a mother’s heart like dew on a plant from which a bud has perished. The plant lifts up its head in freshened, green ness to the morning light; so the mother’s soul gathers from the dark sorrow through which she has passed, a fresh brightening of her heavenly hopes. As she bends over the empty cradle, and in fancy brings her sweet infant before her, a ray of divine light is on the cherub face. It is her son still, but with the seal of immortality on his fair brow. She feels that heaven was the only atmosphere where her precious flower could un fold without spot or blemish, and she would not recall the lost. But the anniversary of his depar ture seems to bring her spiritual presence near her. She indulges in that tender grief which soothes, like an opiate in pain, all the hard pas sages and cares of life. The world to her is no longer with human hope —in the future, so glori ous with heavenly love and joy. She hastreasuresof happiness which the worldly, unchastened heart never conceived. The bright, fresh flowers with which she has decorated her room, the apartment where her infant died, are emblems of the far brighter hopes now dawning on her day dream. She thinks of the glory and beauly of the new Jerusalem, where the little foot will never find a thorn among the flowers to render a shoe necessary. Nor will a pillow be wanting for the dear head reposing on the breast of their kind Saviour. And she knows her in fant is there in that world of eternal bliss. She lias marked one passage in that book—to her em phatically the Word of life—now lying closed on the toilette table, which she daily reads, “ Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come un to me ; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” There’s many an empty cradle, There’s many a vacant bed, There’s many a lovely bosom, Whose joy and light is fled; For thick in yonder grave-yard The little hillocks lay— And hundreds of sweet blossoms Are gathered there to-day. A Favored Tenant. —The lady of a Yorkshire baronet solicited her lord for a dairy farm with which to employ and amuse her leisure hours. Her prayer was granted ; and, being an intelli gent and industrious farmer, her ladyship throve mightily, realising handsome profits by her eggs, her butter, and her poultry. “ I am sure, Sir ,” said she to her indulgent spouse, “ I don’t know why tenants grumble as they do; I find farming very profitable.” “ Yes my dear,” he replied, taking her playfully by the ear, “ but you pay me no rent.” “Ah ! ” rejoinded the lady Gateshead Observer. Influence of Cutting the Hair. —Medical men are occasionally asked whether it is proper to cut the patient’s hair; whether, in fact, this operation hasan} r influance upon the health. M. Frederique resolves the question by giving the following illus tration : A little girl, aged three years, of good health in general, had her hair grow excessively long during the course of a few mouths. She was a beautiful child, but had bitterly wasted without any apparent cause,becoming dull and apathetic, losing her appetite and strength, without any or ganic reason being discernable. She was placed upon atonic regimen, with chalybeates, but with out deriving material benefit, until her hair was cut short, at the suggestion of a friend, from which time she.rapidly gained strength. It would appear, from this case, that the econ omy had suffered a loss in the expenditure of blood necessary for the secretion of the abundant crop of hair. M. Frederique considers that it is the formation of the coloring matter which chiefly exhausts the blood, as this is formed at the ex pense of the hcematosine.— Farmer and Mechanic. Courtship of the late Dr. R. —“ Dear Sir: lam sorry that L cannot accept your kind offer, as I am already engaged; but I am sure my sister Ann would jump at it. Your obliged Eliza L .” “Dear Miss Eliza L.: I beg your pardon. 1 wrote your name in a mistake; it was Miss Ann 1 meant to ask —have written to her per bearer. Hoping soon to be your affectionate brother, J. R.” The Doctor and Miss Ann were married ; and, as they say in the Fairy Tales, “lived happy all the rest of their lives.” Stopping a Borer. —A gentleman who was se verely bored by the repeated pressing invitations of a distant acquaintance, to come and visit him, put an end to the boring by the following reply : “ I thank you heartily, sir, for your proffered hos pitality, and should you ever come within five miles of my house, I shall be pleased to have you stop there , and stay a week, if it suits your conve- Mr. Justice Talfourd.— The government, it is plain, is every day becoming in its s\ mpathieb more and more dramatic. Common folks are startled by the omen that to write a noble play does not, in the better minds of the powers that be, unfit a man for the noblest activities of life. Talfourd, the author of “ Ion,” sits in the judge ment seat ; and sure we are, will hold the scales with as wise, as firm, and withal as tender a hand —tremblingly alive to the balance of human truth and human claims—as heretofore he has held the pen. The elevation of Justice Talfourd is a grace done, not alone to the Poet Judge, but to the commonwealth, or rather common poverty of letters ; and it is our faith and we only express the wish of the whole literary republic—to whom the judge is so greatly endeared —when we de sire for him a long life of wise and placid useful ness. Mav his hair become with years as white as his ermine! Both, we know, will he unspot ted— Punch. Fowl Adoption.. —There is in this town an old hen, that within a few days has been playing some queer pranks. While engaged in setting upon a a nest of eighteen eggs, a eat, within a few feet of her, brought into being a litter of two kittens. Matters went on harmoniously for a while, when one day, in the absence of the cat, the old hen conceived an affection for her neighbor’s progeny, forsook her nest, and brooded the kittens. Upon the return of the mother cat, a fight ensued, in which the hen actually heat off her four-legged assailant, and the efforts of the cat, thus far, to gain possession of her offspring, have proved unavailing. We have never seen a more singular freak among animals than this, and we shall he prepared soon to hear that the cat has concluded to show proper resentment by hatching out the neglected eggs. We have words from a gentleman well known to the public as a man of truth. — Republican. Splendid Description from Bayard Taylor's Let ters from the Isthmus. —There is nothing in the world comparable to these forests. No descrip tion that 1 have ever read conveys an idea of the splendid overplus of vegetable life within the tropics. The river, broad, and with a swift cur rent of the sweetest water I ever drank, winds between walls of foliage that rise from its very surface. All the gorgeous growths of an eternal summer are so mingled in one impenetrable mass that the eye is bewildered. From the rank jungle of canes and gigantic lilies, and the thickets of strange shrubs that line the water, rise the trunks of the mango, the ceiba, cocoa, sycamore, and the superb palm. Plantains take root in the banks, hiding the soil with their leaves, shaken and split into immense plumes by the wind and rain. The zapote, with a fruit the size of a man’s head, the gourd tree and other vegetable wonders, attract the.eye on all sides. Blossoms of crimson, pur ple and yellow, of a form and magnitude unknown in the North, are mingled with the leaves, and flocks of paroquets and brilliant butterflies circle though the air like blossoms blown awaj 7 . Some times a spike of scarlet flowers is thrust forth, like the tongue of a serpent, from the heart of convolutions of unfolding leaves, and sometimes the creepers and parasites, drop trails and stream ers of fragrance from houghs that shoot half way across the river. Every turn of the stream only disclosed another and more magnificent vista of leaf, hough and blossom. All outline of it is lost under this deluge of vegetation. No trace of the soil is to he seen ; lowland and highland are the same ; a mountain is hut a higher swell of the mass of verdure. As on theocean, }’ou have a sense rather than perception of beauty. The sharp, clear lines of our scenery at home are here wanting. What shape the land would he if cleared, you cannot tell. You gaze upon the scene before you with a never sated delight till your brain aches with the sensation, and you close your eyes, overwhelmed with the thought that all these wonders have been from the beginning— that year after year takes away no leaf or blossom that is not replaced, hut the sublime mystery of growth and decay is renewed for ever.”— Trib. ty- None of the Parisian housekeepers will receive as lodgers any gentlemen who are in the habit of practising on the newly-invented Saxo phones or Saxhorns, on the ground that the diaboli cal noise made by- those instruments loosens all the panes of glass in the windows, and renders the foundations of the houses more than insecure. Honor plenty. —The cross of the Legion of Honor is becoming almost too common in France, to be deemed much of a distinction. You meet a dozen men with a red ribbon at the breast, in a walk of as many minutes. The Cocoa■ Tree . —This tree supplies the Indians with bread, water, wine, vinegar, brandy, milk, oil, honey, sugar, needles, clothes, thread, cups, spoons, basins, baskets, paper, ship-masts, sails, cordage, covering for their houses, &c. ]\fr. JVilAes and his Rose Trees. —Wilkes says in a letter to his daughter, “ I cut off all the rose buds of the trees in our little garden, (which is a secret,) to make them blow at the end of the sea son, when I hope to enjoy your company there ~ ir trees.— Almon'e Memoirs. • Old Canal at the Isthmus. —A letter to the Bur lington Hawk E} T e contains the following curious statement: “A single fact is always overlooked in all the descriptions of the Isthmus and this country that I have ever seen. About the year 17 , a priest employed Indians and dug a canal by which the two oceans were connected. This was done by uniting the waters ot the “ Rio Atrato,” empty ing into the Atlantic in lat., about 8 deg. north, and the “ Rio San Juan” emptying into the Pa cific at 4 deg. north. The streams, as also the canal, were navigated by canoes. The passage was afterwards filled up by order of the govern ment of Spain, pursuing the same short-sighted policy which has degraded her in the eyes ot all enlightened nations. At this time the project ot uniting the two oceans is often discussed bv the great statesmen of Europe and America, and its practicability is often questioned, but this ambi tious priest, with a few degraded Indians, near 100 years ago, accomplished it. The fact is men tioned by Huraboklt and other travellers. In 1839, a man asserted in New York that he had passed through the canal. The Albany Dutchman says : “ Who says this is notan age of progress ? A friend of ours on the fourth was arrested for. assault and battery last week for petit larceny, and'yesterday for highway robbery. With any kind of encouragement, he will reach the gallows by autumn.” “ New Poets. —l was, at first, inclined to discour age Mr. Biglow’s attempts, as knowing that the desire to poetise is one of the diseases naturally incident to adolescence, which, if the fitting reme dies be not at once and with a bold hand applied, may become chronic, and render one, who might else have become in due time an ornament of the social circle, a painful object even to friends and relatives.”— Lowell. The Comte de Buflon, the most eloquent, if not the most accurate of naturalists, was born in 1707, and died in 1788. More than two-thirds of his fourscore years were passed in unremitting lite rary labor. Ha was rich, luxurious, fond of dis play ; yet he went to bed every night at nine o’clock, and began his appointed task every morn ing at six. In his latter years, when asked how he could have done so much, he replied: “Have I not spent fifty years at my desk ?” — Half Hours. Important Invention in respect to the Decorative Arts. —Miss Wallace, a lady of fortune, has re cently discovered a mode of gilding and coloring the interior of tubes of glass, which, when so pre pared, form a most magnificent beading for the decoration of rooms. It is also applied to the framing of pictures with great success, and in a variety of ways, in connection with decorative art. at once novel and attractive. Several specimens of this beautiful invention are now exhibited at the Society of Arts, Adelphi. When Philip Henry, the father of the celebrated commentator, sought the hand of the only daughter and heiress of Mrs. Mathew in marriage, an ob jection was made by her father, who admitted that he was a gentleman, a scholar, and an excel lent preacher, but he was a stranger, and “they did not even know where*he came from.”— “ True,” said the daughter, who had well weighed the excellent qualities and graces of the stranger, “ but I know where he is going, and I should like to go with him , and they walked life’s pilgrim age together. O© . # A Bostonian, who had returned from a tour in England and Ireland, much struck with the pover ty of the lower classes, and with the difficulties experienced by those who are struggling to rise in the world, remarked to me, “ We ought to be hap pier than the English, although we do not look so.” There is, in fact, a care-worn expression in the countenances of the New Englanders, which arises partly from their striving and anxious dis positions, and their habits of hard work, mental and bodily, and partly from the effects of the cli mate. Increase of New Orleans . —New Orleans had a population of one hundred and two thousand in 1840; now she has probably over one hundred and fifty thousand. The exports during the year 1842 amounted to twenty-three millions, four hun dred and live thousand, one hundred and forty nine dollars, and the imports were eight millions, thirty-three thousand, live hundred and ninety dollars. For the ending June, 1848, the ex ports were forty millions, nine hundred and sev enty-one thousand, three hundred and sixty-one dollars, and the imports nine millions, two hun dred and ninety thousand, four hundred and thir ty-nine dollars. Boarding-School Reading . —Touching upon fe male education in* the year 1774, a reviewer says : “ Although boarding-schools are conducted much as they have ever been, yet a preposterous species of literature has been introduced into some of them, by the humble imitators of a wretched ora tor. It is called English reading. These oratori cal masters, ignorant for the most part as their scholars, teach them to stamp and tear, and mouth out of Shakspeare and Milton. The poor girls are thus rendered worse than ignorant; conceited without knowledge, and supercilious without taste.” * . j illiifli VSBVBV. PARTING LIN ES. RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED TO MISS ■■ BT LEWIS TOW SON VOIGT. Pure as the snow-spmy that enwreaths the billow, And strews with pearls the gorgeous sea-shells o’er, Which, ’mid the bright-veined pebbles, softly pillow Their gem-like lustre on the sparkling shore : E’en thus, fair maiden! do we deem thy breast As chaste and spotless as the wave’s white crest. The moonlight lily, that, serenely beaming, Drinks in its snow-cup the pure dews ot night; The single star, through silvery cloudlets gleaming, Glows not with lovelier or with holier light Than from the soul shines on thy stainless brow, As lamps through orient urns more chastely glow. Not the white rose-bud, ere the sheatlie-leaves, Its virgin bosom, open to the day 7 , Enfolds such fragrance,.ns the virtues breathing From thy pure breast, which o’er our pathway play; Thy gentle deeds more grateful uicense bring To glad our hearts, than the first flowers of Spring. And as the odour from the flower’s heart swelling, Lingers in love, although its leaves be shed, Thy memory thus will in our hearts have dwelling, When from our paths thy graceful step hath fled. What e’er thy late, still liiny’st thou wear ns now, That sinless bosom, and that calm, clear brow; No richer boon, sweet lady ! may be given Till thou art borne on seraph wings to Heaven. A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY. SAVANNAH, THURSDAY. SEPTEMBER 6, 1 H 49. (t s * The Steamship Tennesee left at 11 o'clock yesterday for New York, with 55 cabin and 10 steerage passengers,— 514 bales cotton, 80 bales domestics aud sundry packages merchandise. TO THE PUBLIC. We offer the following premiums to individuals, clubs, di visions and lodges, the distribution of which to take place on the Ist October, and all persons competing will please state the fact when they send in their list of subscribers, we make no exceptions in favor of town or county. To the individual, club, division or lodge, who returns us the greatest number of subscribers on or before Ist October, Harper’s Pictorial Bible, Turkey, gilt edges, worth $25. To the second largest list —-The American Agriculturist, from vol 1 to vol A inclusive, bound in cloth, worth $7,50. To the third, Brande’s Encyclopaedia of Science, Literature, and Art, worth $5,00. To the fourth, American Farmer’s Encyclopaedia, worth $3,50. To the fifth, Downing’s Fruit and Fruit Treos of America, worth $1,87. The sixth, American Poulterer's Companion, worth $1,25. To the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth, Allen’s History and Description of Domestic Animals. Any Postmaster sending us the names of three sub scribers, and enclosing $5, shall receive a copy of the paper free for one year. • r¥° The remains of Mi*. Oliver P. Felt were brought to the city on Friday evening, by railroad, and consigned to the grave on Saturday morning, followed by the Chatham Artille ry, the Grand Lodge, Encampment, and De Kalb Lodge of the I. O. O. F.; -the German Friendly Society, and a large con course of mourning relatives and friends. Mr. Felt was highly esteemed in all the relationb of life—he was prompt and energetic in business, agreeable as a companion, and loveable as a friend. “ ’Tis sad when one thus link’d departs I When death, that mighty sevTer of true hearts, Sweeps through the halls so lately loud in mirth, And leaves pale sorrow weeping by the hearth!” MASS MEETING CF THE SONS OF TEMPERANCE. A grand jubilee of the Sons of Temperance will be held in the city of Macon, on the 24th of October next, when an ad dress will be delivered by Rev. Dr. A. Means, of Oxford. ADDRESS Delivered before O'Neall Division Sons of Temperance, at Griffin Ga., on their second anniversary, July 7th, 1149. By Hugh E. Morrow. The subject is treated in a free and easy style and through* out bears the marks of re flection and study in its preparation. The following tribute to some of the Temperance worthies, we believe to be both just and true. “Butto reverse the picture, a pleasing scene presents itself before us. We can show many, very many self-denying ad vocates of our cause. There is one man now living who is an honor to the human race, whose very name is but another word for benevolence, who has long used all his vast powers and all his learning to redeem and to save the degraded and lost, who has caused the hearts of thousands to sing for joy, even in spite of the most powerful opposition, but whose pure character and towering genius are as proof against bigotry and persecution, as the tall cliff is proof against the loud sea wave. God bless Father Matthew*. And there is another of perhaps equal talents and nearly of equal celobrity, whom a Sister State delights to honor —a man of great attainments and great worth—who occupies a high position among men—and yet, is neither ashamed Q° r afraid to mix with the crowd and advocate, in thrilling elo* quence, this glorious reform. This Division will respond to the sentiment: Long life to Judge O’Neall. And there are other names equally dear to temperance men ; there are Lumpkin aud Charlton, and Brantly BIK * Uncle Dabney, and a host of others ; aud others still are en listing in the cause. Allow me here to make honorable n* en * tion of that most worthy, unassuming young man, who t' r? t introduced our Order in this State. I would rather be d l,lt man, than be Governor of Georgia. And to many of our o" n Division who have nobly sustained the cause among us, let u l ® say, “Well done good and faithful servants,” • •