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Even as she spoke, the rattling ot the leaders, bv which ihe cohorts of the victor were scaling the porticoes of that fortress tomb, the shouts ol the rude veterans, and the clang of the brazen harness, were distinctly audible; and, ere her words were ended, the same wild sounds were beard echoing along the vaulted ‘passages and spacious halls of the story next beneath. In an other instant their steps were heard mounting the long sloping passages, which in Egyptian archi tecture, affording access to the upper chambers, supplied the want of stairs. The door, formed like the walls of the apartment, of polished ala baster, and invisible when closed, was violently forced, and a group of men, whose Italian com plexions, and features, prominent and strongly marked, denoted them to be the victors of the world, the iron men of Rome, stood on the thres hold. All sheathed in complete armor, nor deck ed, like that of the soft orientals, with golden sculptures or precious stones, but of brass so brightly polished that it reflected every object; perfect in the exactness with which it was adap ted to their frames, in the facility of motion it left to all their limbs, and in its exquisite finish, with crested casques and crimson tunics, it would have been impossible to conceive more martial figures. —Foremost of all, the laurelled conqueror of Actium entered the arena of his triumph; and, in truth, although he could not have sustain ed a moment’s comparison with the superb person of his less fortunate rival, he looked at least, if he was not, the hero. No flush of exultation tinged his complexion, no insolence of victory sparkled in his eye; but not the less did exulta tion, insolence and cruelty, live within his breast, that he was sufficientlv versed in dissimulation to conceal his real character beneath a veil of stoical indifference and mock magnanimity. “Plail, Emperor!” cried the dying sovereign, fronting him with a demeanor a thousand times more lofty than his own—“ Hail, Conqueror!” Her countenance alone would have expressed the scorn she felt even had not her very tones been such, that the cold blooded despot writhed beneath their iasli. “ Comcst thou hither, puissant lord, noble suc cessor of the mighty Julius, —comest thou hither to violate the ashes of the dead, or to prove thy maiden valor on a weak woman !—Macte virtutc. —On—on in the path of gloty !—Why, a dead Caesar was to thee a tyro to a Hercules! We arc no Amazons to check their impetuous valor. —Out with thy falchion Cmsar—the August!” — and she laughed in bitter scorn. “ Nav, by the faith of Jove, but we wouldhave the lovely Cleopatra among our friends,” replied the imperial dissembler, “thou art still free —still queen of Egypt!” “ By the great Gods, I am !—nor is it in the power of all Rome to make me other. Free was I born and royal—free will I die and royal? Caesar, I scorn your mercies, as I defy your men aces !—My father left me a crown, and crowned will Igoto my father. What! think you Cleo patra is a slave—a base cringing slave—that she would reign by your permission, or live at your bidding? Go, trample on the abject necks of Romans —the Egyptian spits at your proud clemency. Why cling you not to your vaunting motto?—it was the wont of Rome, ‘Parccre subjectis et debellare superbos.* And dare you think me subject—or dare you not to mate my tameless pride ? I tell you, Roman, you can slay thousands by a word, but, for your soul, you cannot make one woman live! Away ! defile me not with your vile, slavish hands. These are my subjects!” pointing to the dying girls around her, still fond, still faithful in extremity; “ this is my kingdom, this ; the sepulchers of my forefathers, who were kings and sages when yours were thieves and robbers ! And this; that was but yesterday a man and now is nothing; this is my idol and my god. Away, I say ! One death like this is worth a thousand abject lives like thine, and one dead Antony a hundred living Caesars! It I betrayed thee in thy prime, thou mighty one, most dearly have I rued thy fall! If I sent thee before me, I shrink not from treading thy foot step. Manes of the dead ! rejoice, rejoice, ye are revenged.” Iler eyes glared wildly—the death-sweat was already darkening her brow—the foam was on her quivering lip. She must have been devoured by the fiercest inward tortures, but she made them subject to her; and the bold veterans of a hundred battles shrank aghast before her elo quence, keener and far more cutting than the mortal sword. She flung her arm towards the astonished victor in defiance, folded her garment decently about her limbs, placed the antique dia dem of the Ptolemies on her raven locks, and, without another word, stretched herself on the couch beside the corpse of him to whom she had proved her love so fearfully. She closed her eyes, but for many minutes the beavings of her bosom and her loud and painful breathing told that the spirit was not yet extinct. One long and shuddering sigh ; one spasm, the dark eyes open ed, hut their orbs were glazed and lifeless, the jaw fell, and Egypt never more bowed to a native sovereign. JVasGeorgcy a Traitor! —This is the question now discussed by all who take an interest in Hun garian affairs. Kossuth in a letter to Count Bat iby any, says that he was, and he ought to know all about the matter. BREAD STUFFS IN THE UNITED STATES. Upon this important subject, Hunt’s Merchant’s Magazine contains a very useful article. Some of the items are selected for our readers : “ The fact that we sent forty-three millions of dollars’ worth of food to relieve a famine in Eu rope, in a single year —great as the amount really } s —dwindles, nevertheless, into insignificance, when compared with the profuse abundance we enjoy at home. The aggregate amount of the agricultural products ot the United States, con vertible into breadstuff's, or its substitutes, upon an average of three or four years, is about 900 millions of bushels, of which nearly one half is Indian corn. The quantity of wheat may be put down at 100 millions of bushels. The whole amount of this vast aggregate product required for home consumption does not probably exceed 300 millions. Os course the immense surplus is subject to exportation, so that it is not too much to assume that our country is destined to be the granary of the world. It has been ascertained that different kinds of wheat and flour contain water in greater or lesser quantities. Its amount is greater in cold countries than in warm. In Alsace from 1G to 20 per cent. In England from 14 to 17 per cent. In United States from 12 to 14 per cent. In Africa and Sicily from 9 to 11 per cent. This accounts for the fact that the same weight of Southern flour yields more bread than North ern. English wheat yields 13 pounds more to the quarter than Scotch. Alabama flour, it is said, yields 20 per cent more than that of Cin cinnati. And in general, American flour, accor ding.to the authority of one of the most exten sive London bakers, absorbs Bor 10 per cent more of its own weight of water in being made into bread, than the English. The English grain is fuller and rounder than the American, being in truth, puffed up with moisture. All this is ac counted for by temperature. The warmer the country the more is the water dried out of the grain before it ripens, and hence when made into bread it absorbs more water again, and is there fore more valuable. Water also unfits it for ‘preservation. The books of a single inspector in New York city showed that in 1847 he inspected 218,768 barrels of sour and musty flour. In his opinion the loss on these was $200,000. Every } r ear the loss in the United States from moisture in wheat and flour is estima ted at from $3,000,000 to $5,000,000. To remedy this great evil, the grain should be well ripened before harvesting, and well-dried before being stored in a good dry granary. Afterwards, in grinding, and in transportation it should be care fully protected from the wet, and the flour be kept from exposure to the atmosphere. The best precaution is kiln drying. By this process the wheat and flour are passed over iron plates heated by steam to the boiling point. From each bar rel of flour 1G or 17 pounds of water are thus ex pelled, leaving still 4 or 5 per cent in the flour, an amount too small to do injury. If all the water he expelled, the quality of the flour is deteriorated. The mode of ascertaining the amount of water in flour is this : take a small sample, say five ounces, and weigh it carefully. Put it in a dry vessel, which should be heated by boiling water. After six or seven hours weigh it carefully until it loses no more weight. Its loss of weight shows the regular amount of water. Two Jack Shepards. —Two prisoners confined in the St. Louis jail, named Charles Schneider and Philip Stevens, made their escape on the morning of the 10th ult.,in a manner worthy of Jack Shep ard himself. They managed to loosen one of the bolts that secured the door of the cell, and with this they moved a stone situated near the ceiling, about eight feet from the lloor, in such a manner that they could force a hole through the roof, of sufficient size to admit of their passing through on the top. They then proceeded to make a rope to effect their descent, by cutting to pieces the buffalo robes that were in the cell, and tying their ends together. In this way they manufactured one that reached to the ground, and on this slen der affair they made their descent. This being done, it was an easy matter to scale the wall and escape. The influence of railroads on wealth is made apparent by a recent comparative estimate of the personal and real estate of the two cities of Bos ton and New York. It is found that the former is indebted for her recent rapid growth to her supe rior enterprise in railroads. The valuation of real and personal estate in New York, at the com mencement of the present year was $251,193,527, which, compared with that of 1840 exhibits an increase of only $350,373 ; while that of Boston shows an increase of $73,097,430, during the same interval. In 1840 the wealth of Boston in real estate amounted to $95,631,600, while at the present time it is estimated at $167,728,000. If this be true of Boston, what favorable results may we not realize from the completion of the Pennsylvania Railroad ?— Phila . Ledger. Fourteen buildings were destroyed by fire in Quebec on Sunday evening, in which it is sup posed an incendiary had a hand. It may be so but nine cases out of ten ascribed to incend a rism and spontaneous combustion, are the resu 7 t of earlcssness. A FRIEND OF THE FAMILY. SAVANNAH, THURSDAY, OCT. 18. 1849. AGENTS. Mr. J. M. Boardman is our Agent for Macon. Mr. S. S. Box for Rome. Mr. Robt. E. Seylf. for the State of South Carolina. James O’Conner, Travelling Agent. Du. M. Woodruff, Columbus, Ga. BUSI N ESS. Is opening brisk —a much larger number of country mer chants have visited our City this season than usual, and have been generally well pleased with their purchases. They have found plenty of competition in all branches of business, and larger stocks to select from. We call the attention of our readers to the fine stocks of Dry Goods of Messrs. Snider, Lathrop 6c Nevitt, Marshall & Aikin, and S. H. Van Ness. Housekeepers will find a large and well-selected stock of house-furnishing articles at Messrs. Collins 6c Bulkley’s, No. 100 Bryan street. Merchants and Planters laying in supplies of Groceries will find a good assortment at Messrs. Swift, Denslow 6c Web ster’s. And the lovers of Literature and Music will find a choice supply of all that’s new at Mr. John M. Cooper’s and Mr. Wni. Kay’s Bookstores. If the farmer wants a pair of superior Mill Stones he can have thorn of Georgia Burr Stone, made in his own State, cheaper and better than those made elsewhere. If he wants Tin Ware or Stoves, call on either Mr. James Sullivan or Mr. John A. George, and he will get his money’s worth. Those who want Paints, Oils, Window Glass, Paper Hang ings, Sec., will find a large supply at the lowest prices at Mr. John G. Falligant’s. Gentlemen who want good clothing, at low prices, will find a fine assortment at Messrs. Pierson 6c Heidt’s. The more fastidious Beau can be served in the latest style of fashion at the Establishments of Mr. John Mallerv, on the Bay, and Mr. Juhn W. Kelly, Bull street. Those who want their houses secure from fire or water, let them call on Mr. C. A. L. Lamar and procure a supply of Blake’s Patent Fire Proof Paint. If you want a Segar to puff, Mr. Thomas M. Rosis, No. 107 Bay street, will be pleased to serve you. Aild all who want Savannah to prosper, let them subscribe to the Stock of the Augusta and Waynesboro’ Railroad; the subscription list is to bo found at the Bank of the State of Georgia. And last, not least, if you want to learn how to trip on the light fantastic toe, friend Bonaud can teach you at the Lyceum Hall. THE GRAND DIVISION OF THE SONS OF TEMPERANCE Will hold their Annual Session at Macon, commencing on the 24th instant. A large gathering of the Sons and Friends of Temperance is expected. A Prise Banner will be awarded to the Division that sends the largest number of members, from the greatest distance, making due allowance for the fa cilities oftravel. The Order is in a prosperous condition and numbers 251 Divisions, and between 10 and 12,000 members. CLARENCE: OR A TALE OF OUR OWN TIMES. By Mas. C. M. Sedgwick, New York: Geo. P. Putnam. This is a fine Novel; it is neither of the James nor Bulwer school, but is more in the style of Miss Mclntosh’s pleasing tales. There is more vigor in the plot than in the writings of the latter, with all the delicacy of sentiment and correctness of principles. The denouement is rather overstrained, and does not possess the artistic finish of the rest of this admirable production, and savors too much of the Eugene Sue style for our taste ; with this exception, it is one of the finest Novels we have ever read. The following rebuke to English trav ellers is well merited: When Mr. Clarence had made his last bow to his depart ing guests, he seated himself on the piazza. “ There goes our English visitor, Gertrude,” said he, “ enriched no doubt with precious morcenus for his diary. Judge Upton will represent the class of American country-gentlemen, and -his miscellane ous help-meet will sit for an American lady. I heard him ask Mrs. Upton, who lias, it must be confessed, an anomalous mode of assorting her viands,” (Mr. Clarence spoke with the disgust of a dyspeptic rather than that of a Chesterfieldinn,) “whether it were common for the Americans to eat salad with fish? Notwithstanding her everlasting good nature, she was a little touched at his impertinence, and for once replied without her prefix • husband says,’ that she supposed we had a right to eat such things together ns pleased us best.” “It is unfortunate,” said Gertrude, “ that travellers should fall into such hands.” “ No, no, Gertrude ; it makes no difference with such trav ellers. They come predetermined to find fault—to measure every thing they see by the English standard they carry in their minds, and which they conceive to be as perfect as those eternal patterns after which some ancient philosophers sup posed the Creator to have fashioned the universe. I had a good deal of conversation with this young man, and I think he is about as well qualified to describe our country, and judge of its real condition, as the fish are to pass their opinion on the capacities and habitudes of the birds. Ido not mean that ours is the superiorcondition, but that we are of different elements. It does annoy me, I confess, excessively, shat such fellows should influence the minds of men. I do not care so much about the impression they make in their own country as the effect they have in ours, in keeping alive jealousies, distrusts, and malignant resentments, and stirring up in young minds a keen sense of injustice, and a feeling of dislike bordering on hatred to England—England, our noble mother country. 1 would have our children taught to regard her with filial vene ration- to remember that their fathers participated in her high historic deeds—that they trod the same ground and breathed , the same air with Shakspeare, and Milton, and Locke, and Bacon. I would have them esteem England as first in science, in literature, in the arts, in inventions,in philanthropy, in what ever elevates and refines humanity. I would have them love and cherish her name, and remember that she is still the mother and sovereign of their minds.” “ But my dear, dear father, you are giving England the su premacy and preference over our own country.” “Our country! she speaks for herself, my child; if there were not a voice lifted throughout all this wide-spread land of poace, plenty, and security, yet how ‘ loud would be the praise !’ I do not wish to hear her flattered by foreigners, or boasted or lauded by our own people. Nor do 1 feur, on her account, any thing that can be said by these petty tourists, who, like noisome insects, defile the fabric they cannot com prehend.” The work is got up in Putnam’s elegant style, and is for sale by Mr. J. M. Cooper. THE CENTRAL RAILROAD. The Muscogee Democrat, of the 11th instant, thus <jj, courses: ‘‘We say but the simple truth when we deelnre that on \\ whole route between this city and New York, there is railroad that can compare with the Central Rond from to Savannah, in the elements of speed, comfort, and occomrrx? dation. The cars are of the first class ; the road is in first-mi order; and the conductors and managers are gentlemen. can say the same also of the Macon and Western Road f rot ! Macon to Barnesville. But the Lord deliver ns from anoih,'. passage over the route from Charleston, S. C., via WilminV ton, N. C., to the Potomac river ! This whole route needs immediate renovation. The filthy steamer * Wilmington’ should he sunk into the depths of the sea. The varioug rail roads must be renovated and connexions made at Petersburg and Richmond, or else the line will be abandoned by all decent travellers. The change from the cars to the splendid stenmer Baltimore, going north, and from the steamer Jasper to ij, ( . Cars on the Central Road coming south was superlatively agreeable; something similar to the passage of the wcru traveller from the deserts of Zahara to an Eden-like oasis where flowers bloom and rivulets sparkle on the pathway. ],J fine, after a journey of near three thousand miles through seven States of this glorious Union, we are prepared to give and as our opinion that Georgia is a Model State, the Central R 0II( j a Model Railway, and the man that provides dinner for tra\ oilers at the 90 mile station a Model Tavern-keeper.” Even the friends of the Road will say this is strong | !( „ guage, but it is nevertheless true, and the Editor of the Dem. ocrat is good authority, for he speaks his mind freely und fearlessly on all subjects. Correspondence of A Friend of the Family. Marietta, Cobb County, Gn., ? Sept., J6th, 1849. \ Friend Purse— Fancy a young man cosily and lazily lolling in a cushioned arm chair by an open window, said window look ing out upon the evening sunlight as it, streams through the leafy arcades of that skirt of forest—well that’s me ! and be ing a very unnovelish sort of biped, you can’t, make this nn opening chapter for one of James’ next novels by any stretch ot imagination, yet if 1 mar your romance, the situation amidst which I write, time, place and circumstances fully compensate, for they sweetly blend now into one rich chord of loveliness and tranquility. I am temporarily the guest of Col. G., and the days passed in his hospitable mansion will be remembered among the most pleasing reminiscences of southern sojourn, realizing as they do, all my conceptions of a southern welcome. H; s dwelling, recently completed, is delightfully located but littlo over a mile from the village, whilst near enough for conve nience, it is removed from the annoyances thatdvvellers among others always experience; the railroad at some fourth of a mile distance, passes immediately in front of the house and varies the quietude of rural life by tho periodic engine dash ing on its way ; but whilst the front and side of the dwelling have full range of the open fields and rolling lawn, decked with innumerable wild flowers of tho lovliest growth,, the rear and east nestle lovingly amidst the forest foliage, which forms n pic turesque background to the classic outline and chaste propor tions of this doric mansion. Hasten to realize that fortuno which, if industry and enterprise succeed, must be yours, and come purchase this establishment ; it would not surprise me if the owner, who is a most active business man, would dis pose of it if only to build another, although it would be diffi cult to improve upon the adinirablo arrangement of every portion of this, or to finish more elaborately— to say of the completeness of all the out houses and appliances of an opulent residence. But hang the houses ! lam a lover of natural beauty, so lets pass out from this palace of the wilds to the lap it rests in ; if only I could convey an approach to nn adequate idea of the loveliness of but this one day ! I had risen merely to open the shutters, but the beauty’ of the dawn enticed me to forsake altogether my pillow and watch the pro gress of the coming day. To mark the pearly sky with its chaste dappled cloudlets, flashing and kindling in the gaze of the impetuous sun, which presently, as an eager bridegroom, rushed into its bosom, the sun, the tree tops, and, anon, the uplands mantled over with gold, whilst myriad dew drops quiv. ering on each leaf and every grass spiro laughed to them, the proudest jewels of imperial splendor, to watch the early birds glancing atliawart the sunbeams, and hear their maten melo dies—fitting preludes to the sabbath hymn—for this is the day of rest, and all nature, I have often fancied, knows right well that day ; let me quote a passage from Bailey that sweetly em bodies my own thought: “ Sacred as the sound of hymns On some bright Sabbath morning, on the moor, When all is still save praise ; and when hard by The ripe grain shakes its bright beard in the sun ; The wild bee hums more solemnly ; the deep sky, The fresh green grass, the sun, and sunny brook, All look as if they knew the day, the hour, And felt with man the need and joy of thanks.” Festus. Is not such sufficient inducement to leave the downy pillow and drink in the loveliness so lavished for our enjoy ment! Oct. 12, eighteen hundred and fast asleep.—Here I come puffing and blowing like an engine to make up for lost time.— Its three weeks since this letter trickled off of the nib of my pen and it ain’t mailed “ already.” News, I have none.— Fall is near upon us, we have had up in this locality two or three frosts. I’ve amused some leisure minutes going nutting, don’t you envy me ? but bless me, any little cracker nigger will gather more chesnuts in one hour than I could in a day’. Now is the season for those who can (for my particular self/ cant’t unnecessarily kill anything that seems so happy) to en joy the sportsman’s pleasure, for game is plenty, and the op portunities such as would delight “ Frank Forrester ” him self. It is somewhat strange that so very few of the visitors from the cities and low country, should hasten to leave for their homes at the very season of the y’ear when nature dons her most gorgeous apparel and the rural ramble is filled with its most magical attractions, but I must cease dwelling upon these matters, although I never tire contemplating the loveliness or sublimity of natuJe. It is very late, I must to bed, so “au revoir.” YAUV. A correspondent of the London Times says: “ It will hardly be believed that the whole quan tity of gold currency in the world, taking it at its usual estimate ot .£150,000 sterling, would only weighabout 1,150 tons; and that in bulk a room twenty feetlong, twelve feet wide, and ten feet high, wouldhold it all.”