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avi i sc% & £ a y y ■ 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 C J % X •’ 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.” ft 1% 1 ft fli go 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^