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The Wisdom of Waiting.— The whole theory of
a wise conduct in this world may be summed up
in the knowledge of when to act and when to re
frain from action. How often are we placed in
critical circumstances which no action of our own
is at all likely to improve—in which it is clearly
most prudent to take no step —to do nothing, to say
nothing, but to wait and see what the oposite party
will do or say. Now this position is what hall
wise people cannot maintain with patience, and
often they cannot maintain it at all. Restless
from temperament, or some other cause, they go
and do something when it would be infinitely bet
ter that they had sat quietly at home, and done
nothing. The young, in particular, are constantly
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getting themselves into scrapes all through the
headlong wish to be doing. It is all very well
and very proper to be enterprising, and to be
ready to take advantage of circumstances, but in
the name of common sense, let them take care to
be enterprising in the right direction, and not rush
without foresight into imprudent undertakings,
merelv from a wish to be doing, or from a notion
that the world is going to run away before the}’
can get a hold of it. We say let them take
things coolly—let them have a reasonable degree
of patience. Will any body, however in these
days of high pressure, listen to such grave ad
monition. With the bulk of people patience does
not rank as a virtue at all; it is disregarded as a
mere negative quality, useful enough as ballast
to minds less richly freighted than their own : and
it is precisely for the want of this ballast that
many fine minds have been wrecked in the sea of
life.
Entrance into Life. —It is doing service to man
kind to destroy the prejudice which is generally
entertained that youth is educated when some care
has been taken of their infancy. This predjudice
besides other bad effects of it, suspends that zeal
of that small number of individuals in the middle
ranks of life, who wish to give their children the
best education they possibly can. From a false
notion that the minds of young persons are formed
at a very early period, they suffer them to be their
own masters at a time when they stand most in
need of a guide to direct them in the course of
the most important period of their education, by
the wisdom of his counsels, the gentleness of his
insinuations and the force of his example. Few
persons, in their infancy, learn the art of employ
ing and governing themselves ; and it is very
difficult to learn it till the faculties of the mind are
full blown, and the character has taken its true
hi as. When young persons, therefore, are enter
ing upon the tempestuous ocean of human life,
then is the time when they must be taught the
pilot’s art, the manner of steering their course, so
as to avoid rocks and quicksands. A philosopher
might begin to lake the charge of education at a
time when the vulgar think it is finished. Many
persons are capable of educating children in the
ordinary method—there are few very few, who
are capable of forming men.
Whenever we behold a tear let our kindliest
sympathies awake—let it have a sacred claim upon
all that we can do to succor and comfort under
affliction. What rivers of tears have flown exci
ted by the cruel and perverse ways of man !
War has spread its carnage and desolation, and
the eyes of widows and orphans have been suf
fused with tears ! Intemperance has blighted
the homes of millions, and weeping and wailing
have been incessant! A thousand other evils
which we may conquer have given birth to tears
enough to constitute a flood— a great tide of grief.
Suppose we prize this little philosophy, and each
one determine never to excite a tear in another—
how pleasantly would fare mankind ! Watching
the eye of the telegraph of the mind within, let
us observe it with anxious regard ; and whether
we are moved to complaint by the existence of
supposed or real wrongs, let the indication of the
coming tear be held as sacred truce to unkindly
feeling, and all our efforts be devoted to the sub
stitution of smiles and tears !
lisiojiarics. — What is this world ? A dream
within a dream —as we grow older, and each step
is an inward awakening. The youth awakes as
he thinks from childhood—the full grown man
despises the pursuits of youth as visionary—the
old man looks on manhood as a feverish dream.
Death the last sleep? No ; it-is the last and final
awakening.— Si r Walter Scott.
A Test of Death. —M. Maniple, a learned Bel
gian, has lately discovered a simple means of dis
criminating between real and apparent death.—
It consists in creating a small burn; if there is
life, a blister is always formed, even in the ab
sence of apparent sensibility. If death has al
ready intervened, nothing ot the kind occurs. —
This is certainly a simple and singular discovery.
Correct View. —Mankind might do without phy
sicians, if they would observe the lawsof health ;
without lawyers, if they would keep their tempers ;
without soldiers, if they would observe the laws of
Christianity; and perhaps without preachers, if
each one would take care of his own conscience;
but there is no dispensing with the newspaper.
Massachusetts now contains three hundred and
s<jven towns and cities.
THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE.
The river Soan, which intersects the military
road leading from Calcutta to Benares, is famed
for its pebbles. In the rainy season the stream
is full three miles across, but, during the remain
der of the year, the greater portion of its bed is
dry, and abounding in quicksands. It is believed
by the credulous, that the “ philosopher s stone
lies somewhere in the bed of the river; and the
belief is founded on the following fact: —In the
days when Sasseeram and Rotus Chur were
flourishing places, a chief, (Shere Shah,) with his
whole paraphrenalia, crossed the Soan in progress
to Bengal ; and, on arriving at the eastern bank,
it was discovered that a chain attached to the leg
of one of the elephants, instead of being iron, was
composed of pure gold! The sages, on being
summoned to account for such a phenomenon,
questioned the Mahout, and, on his declaring lie
had not put the chain on the animal’s leg, unani
mously declared that a transmutation had taken
place by the “ Paras Puthur” having come in con
tact while the elephant was crossing. Such an
opportunity for securing the long-looked and long
wished-for talisman was not, of course, to be neg
lected. An order was instantly issued for each
person in the camp to collect a heap of pebbles
from the bed of the river. In this occupation pa
tricians and plebeians eagerly joined, gold being
the stimulus. The next process was for the peo
ple to arrange themselves, with their collections,
along the water’s edge, every one having a piece
of iron, with which they were to touch each peb
ble. If the desired effect was not produced, the
pebble was to be thrown into the w T ater as use
less. Away then to w’ork they w r ent, touching
and throwing, and this scene continued for sev
eral davs. At last the folks grew tired and care
less, and the operation of “ touch-and-go ” was
carried on at the rale of thirteen miles an hour.
Fortune is said to be blind, and, unluckily, she
here stumbled on a poor grass-cutter, who got
hold of the desired object of search. His piece
of iron no sooner came in contact with it than the
base metal was turned into gold. But he having
been so accustomed to the touch-and-throw move
ment*, the real pebble shared the fate of its pre
decessors—into the water it went. The hue and
cry was soon made that the “ Paras Puthur ” was
found, but, like Pat’s tea kettle, at the bottom of
the sea; it was not lost; the grass-cutter knew
where it was, and that’s all! The Chief, on find
ing what had occurred, and vexed at his disap
pointment, had the unfortunate grass-cutter bound
hand and foot and thrown into the river for his stu-
pidity. Many fruitless endeavors w r ere made to
fish up the cast away article; but, as good luck
seldom visits one twice in the twenty-four hours,
it w 7 as never found again ; there the “ Paras ” re
mains, and w*ill ever remain, unless the same
grass-cutter who first discovered it finds it again !
Preserving Ncivspapcrs. —One of the many things
which I have to regret, says a correspondent of
an exchange paper, when I review my past life,
is that I did not from earliest youth, or at least as
soon as I was able to do it, take and preserve some
good newspaper. How interesting would it
now be to a sexagenarian to look into the papers
which he read w r hen he was twelve, or sixteen, or
twenty years old! How many events would this
call to mind which he has entirely forgotten.—
How many interesting associations and feelings
would it revive. What a view would it give of
past years. What knowledge would it preserve
by assisting the memory. And how many valua
ble purposes of even aliterary kind might be ren
dered subservient to it!
How much do I wish that I could look into
such a record when composing this short article.
But newspapers are quite different things now
from what they were sixty, or even twenty years
ago. They are unspeakably more interesting
and valuable; in this respect, at least, (l believe
in many others,) these times are better than for
mer. Formerly the editors of newspapers were
obliged to strain their wits and exhaust their
means in order to obtain matter to fill their pages.
Now the great difficulty is to insert all the valua
ble, interesting materials that are poured upon
them from every part of the world, and from every
grade and phase of society. Now, newspapers
contain many of the best thoughts of the most
gifted men, on the most momentous subjects, and
their reports of current events are among the most
reliable, and will furnish an inexhaustible fund
of entertainment to the end of life.
An Invitation to a Ball . —Tigerissimo Haynau
has published a proclamation, calling upon all
members of the late Hungarian Diet to come
and be tried by Court Martial. He forgot to add,
by way of post-scriptum, “Muskets kept continually
at full cock, and an unlimited supply of ball
cartridges on the premises.”— Punch.
Never loose an opportunity of seeing anything
beautiful. Beauty is. God’s hand writing—a wav
sid§ sacrament; welcome it in every fair face,
every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank Him
for it, the fountain of all loveliness, and drink it
in simply and earnestly with all your eyes, ’tis a
charmed draught, a cup of blessing.
In a certain district in the Highlands, one day,
some years ago, the bell-man made the following
proclamation ; “ O yes ! O yes! O yes ! and that’s
three times, you’l a’ be tak’ notice that there’ll be
nae Lord’s day here next Sunday, as the laird’s
wife will hae a muckle washing, and she wants
the kirk to dry the claes in.”
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THE RAVEN.
BT EDGAR A. POE.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder&d, Weak and
weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tap
ping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at. my chamber door.
“ ’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, *• tapping at my chamber
door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Ah,distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the
door.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; —vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books sure ease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Le
nore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lo
nore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors nevei felt before ;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, 1 stood repeating
“ ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door ;
That it is, and nothing more.
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure 1 heard you ” —here I opened wide
the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wonder
ing, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreauu no mortal ever dared to dream be
fore ;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token.
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word
“ Lenore ! ”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
“ Lenore ! ”
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning.
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“ Surely,” said 1, “surely that is something at my window
lattice ;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore ;
Let my heart be still a moment and this explore :
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore ;
Not the least obeisance made he, not an instant stopped or
stayed he;
But, with mein of lord or lady, perched above my chamber
door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, I said, “art
sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly
shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian
shore ! ”
Quoth the raven, “ Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so
plainly,
Though its answer little menniug—little relevancy bore ;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door;
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamberdoor,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, ns if his soul in that one word ho did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he flut
tered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “ Other friends have
flown before.”
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown be
fore.”
Then the bird said “ Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“ Doubtless,” said I, “ what it utters is its only stock and store.
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Oh ‘Never—nevermore. ’ ”
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling.
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust,
and door ;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of
yore
Meant in croaking *
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's
core,
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’el\
She shall press, ah, nevermore !
Then me thought the air grew denser, perfumed from an un
seen censer
Swung by angels whose laint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted
floor.
“ Wretch,” I cried, “ thy God hath lent thee—by these angels
he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this, this kind nepenthe and forget this lost
Lenore ! ”
Quoth the raven “Nevermore.”
“ Prophet! ” said I, “ thing of evil—prophet still, *if bird or
devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here
ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore
Is there—is there balm in Gilead ? —tell me—tell me, 1 im
plore ! ”
Quoth the raven, “ Nevermore.”
‘‘ Prophet,” said I, “ thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both
adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant Aiden,
Tt shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Le
nore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Le
nore.”
Quoth the raven, “ Nevermore.”
“Be that wofrd oar sign of parting, bird or fiend! ” j i
upstarting---*.
“ Get thee back into the tempest and the night’s pi
shore! °
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thv
spoken ! * I
Leave my loneliness unbroken !—quit the bust above m
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy f orn
my door!”
Quoth the raven “Nevermore”
And the rnvpn never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just nbove my chamber h*
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that
ing,
And the lamp light o’er him streaming throws his sW
the fle-or ; ■
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating
floor, 6
Shall be lifted—nevermore’
A FRIEND OF THeTaMuI
SAVANNAH, THURSDAY. NOV. K I
AGENTS.
Mr. J. M. Boardman is our Agent for Macon.
Mr. S. S. Box for Rome.
Mr. Robt. E. Sf.yle for the State of South Carotid
James O’Conner, Travelling Agent.
Dr. M. Woodruff, Columbus, Ga.
Mr. Guilmette's Lecture on Tuesday evening
attended and the audience edified by his remarks. q„.l
number of ladies and gentlemen enrolled their names
pils for his Singing Classes, and large additions were I
to the number yesterday.
Mr. G. requests us to state that Class First will meet - I
Armory Hall on Monday Evening, sth inst., at half past ‘-I
M. Punctual attendance is requested.
MEETING OF THE SONS OF TEMPERANCE.
The Sons of Temperance held a grand Jubilee in )j, I
on the 24th ult. Delegates from the different divisions j n I
State to the number of nine hundred were present. A: I
o’clock on Wednesday, a procession was formed ontlieCJ
House Square which marched through the public Street! J
the city to Messrs. Ously & Co’s Ware House, wherei|J
concourse of ladies and gentlemen had assembled ; and,l
through the exercises of the day as follows :
1. Singing by the Choir.
2. Prayer by the Grand Chaplain, (Bishop J. 0. Andrei
3. Singing by the Choir.
4. Address by Professor Alexander Means.
5. Singing by the Choir.
6. Benediction.
At 5 o’clock on the evening of the same day, n prize W
was presented with an address by the Grand Worthy Patna
to Triumph Division, No. 250, of Stewart County, Ga,wtv
was received in a few appropriate Remarks in reply, \n
member of the successful Division.
During the meeting, the following gentlemen wercek
■officers of the Grand Division of the Sons of Tempernwi
Georgia, for the ensuing year.
Hon. J. FLOYD, of Covington, G. W. P.
P. A. LAWSON, of Griffin, G. W. A.
W. S. WILLIFORD, of Macon. G. Scribe.
E. C. GRANNIS, of Mncon, G. Treasurer.
Dr. ALEX. MEANS, of Oxford, G. Chaplain.
THOS. FLEWELLEN, of Thomnston, G. Con.
JOHN W. BURKE, of Cassville, G. Sentinel.
The following are the Representatives to the Nation*)
vision which will assemble in Boston in June next, viz:
P. G. W. P. W. S. Williford.
P. G. W. P. Joseph Felt.
P. G. W. P. Bernard Hill.
G. W. P. John J. Floyd.
P. G. W. A. Geo. S. Obear.
P. G W. A. William Dibble.
G. W. A. P. A. Lawson.
The next meeting of the Grand Division of Georgian
held in Madison, Morgan county, on the last WedneKty
April next.— Telegraph.
CROPS.
The Cotton Crop in this section (says the Albany
of the 27th ult.) will be about two-thirds of the averaged
of former years. The handling and the quality of the cor
is better than usual. The corn has been gathered, and ii
fair average yield—price 50 cents per bushel. Tbe
cane crop, which is being extended every year, so far
have been able to learn, is very good, and it is believed
yield at least one hundred dollars worth of sugar and nio>
ses to the acre. This is the most profitable crop raised in
section, and we have no doubt that it will be greatly incrcs
within a few years.
The Weather is cool and pleasant. We have hnd no.
yet. The country continues to be healthy.
Poems by James T. Fields —Boston — William D.Tic^
Cos., 1849.
We have been favored with a perusal of this cW
little volume which has recently appeared among u&
Fields in this publication of poems has won for himself
warm and enthusiastic admirers, and we wish him suecek
amount to his labors in the field of Poesy. The publ* *’
has been gratified with the appearance of this voluio*
only as to the Contents, but the neatness and simple
publication. This gentleman has justly earned an ,
reputation with the scholars of the age by the
his verse.
In the article the “ Post of Honor ” the reader will 5
recognize the genius of poetry, and the sparkling |l
which entwine themselves around the heart, and
feel a glowing sensation of pleasure. Many of his m**
neous pieces are written with facility and grace, c OOI " 1
with much excellent wit. ;1
Mr. F. is deservedly entitled to be placed among lll
poets of America. With Longfellow, Fields, and If t
Massachusetts should feel proud of the names which 8
much to her literary fame.
To the admirers of exquisite sentiment and siip erio
fication, we cordially recommend the poems wo tia '°£ reS b<‘
noticed, with a hope that ere long we may again be rt
with another volume from the pen of this interest* o^