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A Ccrg to the Eoilng.
ET IGO TEI.L.
A Song to the Spring, to the smiling Spring,
More bright in t!i ; s land of ours,
Than the sparkling wine in the vales of Rhine
Or aii Italia’s flowers.
A song let us sing that afar will ring,
Where the forest roses bloom,
Where the shrub and vine, and the gay wood-
Breathe forth their sweet perfume, [bine
A song! let it fly o’er the mountain high,
And rise on the zephyr’s wing.
There’s no brighter home, where’er you may
Than ours in rosy Spring. [roam,
A song that up-floats oi t;ic woodland note.-,
That ever laugh and play,
Th;o’ our sunny vales in the fragrant gales,
On every perfumed spray.
A song that will start each heart to heart,
For our own, our Southern land !
A wreath that will bind every arm and mind,
A true, a noble land.
Paris Hill.
[Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year lc3o,
in the Southern District of Georgia.]
MAJOR JONES’ COURTSHIP,
OR
Adventures of a Chrislmas-Evc:
A DOMESTIC COMEDY,
LX TWO ACTS.
By Major Josepli Jones.
Scene 11. —A Tl ood.
Stage Dari—Enter Mr. Crotchett.
Crotchett. —It’s past the time, and
yet I don’t see her. Something may
have detained her. I have horses
ready to take us lo the stage road,
and a day’s journey will place us
out of reach of my pursuers. She
must soon be here. How I long to
clasp the little devil in my arms.—
(Retires at the side.)
Enter Dr. Jones in female cAtirc.
Dr. J. —This is the place, and it
is certainly after four. She will
soon be here to make me the happi
est man in the settlement. These
riggings are devilish awkward in
the bushes. What could have been
her motive for making me wear this
dress. To escape detection, I sup
pose. And she is to wear male at
tire. Oh, leave the girls alone for
cunning in such matters. How Joe
and Crotchett will be surprised ; and
what a devil of a talk it will make
among the neighbors. I wish she
would come, for l would’nt like to
be caught in this gear in day-light.
(Retires.)
Crotchett. (Re-entering.) —Hist!
Here ! (pauses.) 1 thought I heard
a voice.
Dr. J. (Reentering ) —Bv my life !
there she is, the dear creature, true
to her promise. Oh, I’d know that
angelic form in any disguise. She
does not see me. and I must not
surprise her too suddenly. Hist !
Here! (They discover each other
and approach.)
Crotchett. —An gelic creature !
Dr. J. —Dear Mary ! (They rush
into each others arms.)
Crotchett. —Good heavens, who is
this? (Releasing himself.)
Dr. J.‘ —And who the devil are
you ?
Crotchett. —Dr. Jones! I am per
fectly amazed at you !
Dr. J. —Mr. Crotchett, your con
duct is and and rascally, sir. What
brought you to this place, sir?
Crotchett. —I came here by ap
pointment, sir, to meet a lady sir!
Dr. J. —And 1 came here, by ap
pointment, sir—
Crotchett. —In that disguise, sir, to
deceive me, sir !
Dr. J. —No, sir, —to meet a lady,
sir!
Crotchett. —And that lady was—
Dr. J. —Miss Mary Stallings,
sir.
Crotchett. —The perfideous ewea
ture, the very girl I was to meet at
this place myself.
Dr. J. —Is it possible. I see it
all. Crotchett, my dear fellow, give
me your hand. We have both been
duped by that artful little minx.
But let us console and support each
other by our mutual friendship.
We will go together and upraid her
with her perfidy.
Crotchett. —Doctaw, you are a
noble fellow, i’ll see her with you,
to resign my pretensions in your fa
vor, and then leave the country to
hide mv mortification.
Dr. J. —Come on.
[Exit.
Scene V.—lnterior of Mrs. Stallings’
house. A large bag is suspended
from a beam of the shed porch , near
the door opening from the flat.
Major, (thrusting his head from the
bag.) —lt must be most daylight,for
I’ve heard the chickens crowing
for the last half hour. Haint 1
had a time of it though, in this in
fernal bag! If I had to stay here
much longer I’d be a dead man
sure enough, lbs bominable cold,
and the wind keeps the ding’d thing
swingin so it makes me sea-sick as
the mischief. And then thar’s Mrs.
Stalling’ old vard dog—lie’s been
smellin round and barkin at me all
night. The old cus thought he’d
tree’d something, and couldn’t be
coaxed or druv away; I expected
every minit he’d nip me, and what
made it worse, I couldn’t tell whar
abouts he mought take bold. Eh,
I hear ’em stirrin’ in the house. —
(Draws in his head.)
Enter Mr. Crotchett and Dr. Jones.
Crotchett. —They're not up yet,
(Major looJcs out from the bag) let us
walk past and return.
[Exit Crotchett and Dr. J
Major. —Hello ! Who’s that ’long
with that infernal barber? One of
his wives comeafier him, I ’spose.
Well, I don’t blame him for runnin’
away from her, for she’s big as the
house, and ugly as sin. Eh, who
have we here? (Puts in his head.)
Enter Bill Simpson,with a, large cane.
Simpson. —Joe Jones said he was
out at old Mrs. Stallings’ last night,
and I’ve heard that ther was a
strange varmint usin about here
for the last week. If it’s him, I’m
good for the reward. I’d like to
find out somethingabout him. But
I ’spose it’s most tooearly to disturb
the fa mil}’.
[Retires.
Major. —Here’s gwine to be fun.
Bill’s on Crotchett’s track, and lie’s
jest as good as a coon-dog. J won
der why they don’t come out. It’s
day-break long ago. Hello ! Some
body’s cornin’. (Draws in his head.)
Enter negro scivants with brooms to
sweep the porch.
Dinah. —Kih! Brutus, what dat in
de bag ?
Brutus. —Gosh-a-mighty ! What
dat, shore enough ? (They ap
proach the bag.)
Dinah. —Eh, I link urn move,
Brutus.
Brutus. —Take care, Dinah !
Maybe um wild bear git -in Miss
Mary bag!
(The Major imitates the growl of a
bear.)
The Negroes. —Oh, Lord-a-massy !
Oil ! Ugh ! ( They rush from the stage.)
Enter the women from the house.
Mrs. S. —What’s the fraction?
Caroline. —Oh, sis! Here’s your
present!
Kcsiah. —Dear me ! The bog is
full!
Mary. —Sure enough ! What on
earth can it be ?
Caroline, (putting her hand on the
bag.) —It’s something alive. I can
feel it move.
Mary. (Aside.) —As I expected.
It’s the Major himself.
Mrs.S. —l’ll lay anything it’s a
nice fatyearlinb
Kcsiah. —Let’s try it. (Pierces
the bag with a pin. The Major bleats.)
Mrs. S. —1 told you so.
Mary. —Dont hurt the poor thing,
for the world.
Mrs. S. —Let’s lake it down. It
must be tired bangin’ tharall night.
You Ned, come and takedown this
bag!
(Enter Led who proceeds to untie the
rope by which the bag is suspended.)
Mary. —Be careful Ned,l would’nt
have it hurt for the world.
The hag is lowered to the floor —The
tvomtn gather round and open it.
As the bag falls from his should
ers, the Major sits upon the floor.
Re-enter the negroes armed with hoe,
pitchfork, and broomstick.
All the negroes. —Gosh-a-mighty!
him Massa Joe!
All the Women. —Good Heavens!
It’s Joseph !
Major. (Rising.) \ os, Miss
Mary, and I hope you’ll stick to
your promise.
Brutus. —Yah! yah ! Massa Joe
in debag! Yah! yah! ( Negroes
go off laughing.)
Mary. —lndeed I will—on one
condition.
Major.— Eh, Miss Mary? What’s
that.
Man/.- —You know I granted your
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conditions. Well, you have given
yourself to me as a Christmas pres
ent. Now. if mother will make me
a Christmas present to you— (looks
imploring at Mrs. S.)
Dr. J. and Crotchett steal on the stage
back.
Mrs. S. —Well, well, children, I
must part with her sometime, and
I dont believe I could trust her in
better bands, (placing their hands
together.) Thar, my children, 1
know you love each other. May
you be prosperous and happy.
Crotchett. —Doctaw, I’m utterly
confounded !
Dr. J. —Crotchett, I’m thunder
struck ! (They advance.)
Mary. —As 1 live, here comes Mr.
and Mrs. Crotchett, to congratulate
me on my Christmas present, I sup
pose. (Laughs.)
Crotchett. —Miss Stalling?, ymur
conduct is perfectly inexplicable.
Dr. J .— Yes, Miss Mary, I would
not have thought it of you.
Major. —lla ! ha ! Pete, what a
figure you do cut in them wimmin’s
togeries. 1 thought you was Crotch
ett’s first"wife come after him. —
Ha ! ha !
Crotchett. —What do you mean ?
The Major and the girls all laugh.
Mrs. S. —Dear me, what doins. *
Dr. J. —I suppose y r ou rejected
me,Miss Mary, because you found
the Major—
Major. In a bag. ( With his
thumb on his nose.) Ila ! ha !
Kilter Bill Simpson.
Simpson. —Mr. Wiggins, your are
my prisoner!
All. —Mr. Wiggins!
Dr. J. —Wiggins ! I’m thunder
struck again !
Crotchett. —Me 3*oll r prisoner, sir,
B} T what authority, sir, do you pre
sume to arrest a gentleman in—
Simpson. —Never mind, you’ll find
that all right, when we go to the
’Squire’s office. Come along, sir.
Mrs. S. —Thar, gals, thar’s your
fine gentleman from New-York.—
Never trust to appearances—’spe
cially with the men.
Caroline.— Well, well, who would
have thought it.
Crotchett. —This is all a mistake
ladies, 1 assure you.
Dr. J. (Aside.) —And a devilish
awkward one it is, too.
Simpson. — This way, sir.
Crotchett. —I assure you, ladies—
(Exit Simpson with Crotchett.)
Major. Crotchett’s magnetised
dreadful. lie’s completely’ under
the influence of Bill Simpson.—
Bill’s got him in the clairvoyant
state, sure enough.
Dr. J. (Aside.) —It’s time that
I was in that state myself. Good
morning, ladies.
[Exit Dr. J.
Majot . —Poor Pete. He’s bobbed
this time. But it jist sarves him right,
for takin up with every fool that
comes along.
Mrs. S. —l told you all Crotchett
was’nt no gentleman.
Major. —Well, Mary*, we belong
to one another, now, and all we
have to do, is to have a Christmas
wedding to-day, and then spend
the balance of our lives in makin
each other happy. Shall it be to
day ?
Mary. —ls mother is willing.
Mrs. S. —Jest as you like, chil
dren.
The Girls. —Oh, y T es ; to-dayx Do
have it to-day.
Major. Which will make it the
happiest Christmas of my life.
Mrs. S. —And now let’s all go to
breakfast.
Major. —Yes, but first one word to
our friends here. (The Major and
Mary step front.) Does any r body
here object to the match ? Do you,
boys? Do you, gals? If you do,
speak now, or forever after hold
yourpeace. (To Mary) Noneof’em
don’t object, Mary.
Mary. —Well, I’m glad of it, for
without the approbation of our
friends, our Courtship would not
have produced such satisfactory
results. Ladies I owe you an apol
ogy for conduct which no douht
seemed to you indecorous. But
how else was I to get rid of my tor-
mentors. And be assured dear girls,
that the man who would propose
to you an elopement from the home
of a fond and doting mother, de
serves no better treatment at your
hands than my besiegers have re
reived at mine.
Major. —And boys, I must arid
one word to you. This popping the
question is a borninable ugly busi
ness, and vet its a monstrous hard
thing to git round. II you should
ever find yourselves in my dilemma
about Christmas times, just bear in
mind that a very good substitute is
to give yourself away to your sweet
heart in a bag .
itiiirn'llanij.
Mr. Webster, in the Senate, on
the announcement of the death of
Calhoun, thus introduced the lea
din” traits of his character: “lie
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was calculated to be a leader in
whatever association of political
friends he was thrown ; he was a
man of undoubted genius, and of
commanding talent. All the coun
try admit that his mind was percep
tive and vigorous; it was clear quick
and strong. Sir. the eloquence (if
Mr. Calhoun, or the manner of the
exhibitions of his sentiments in pub
lic bodies, was part of his intellec
tual character, it grew out of the
qualititics of his mind ; it was
plain and strong, sometimes un
surpassed, still alwavs severe, re
jecting ornament, not often seeking
far for illustration- 1113 power r*rm_
sister! in the plainness of his expres
sion, in the closeness of his logic,
and in the energy of liis manner.
These are the qualities, as 1 think,
that have enabled him, through-such
a long course of years, to speak of
ten, anti yet always command atten
tion. Ilis demeanor as a Senator,
is known to us all—is appreciated,
venerated by us all. No man was
more respectful to others; no man
conducted himself with greater de
corum, and no man with greater
dignity 7 . I think there is not one of
us bill full, when lie last addressed
us from bis seat in tlie Senate, with
a form still erect, with a voice by no
means indicating such a degree of
physical weakness as did in fact
possess him, with clear tones, and
an impressive and most imposing
manner ; there is none of us, 1 think,
who did not imagine that we saw be
fore us a Senator of Rome, when
Rome survived* Sir, 1 have not in
public, nor in priva e life known a
more assiduous person in the dis
charge of his appropriate duties.—
1 have known no man who wasted
less of life in what is called recrea
tion, or employed less of life in any
pursuits not connected with the im
mediate discharge of his duty. He
seems to have had no recreation
but tlie pleasure of conversation
with his friends. Out of the cham
bers of Congress, he was either de
voting himself to the acquisition of
knowledge pertaining lo the imme- j
diate subject of the duty before
him, or else he was indulging in
those social interests in which he j
so much delighted. My honorable
friend of Ky., has spoken in just
terms of his colloquial talents.—
They certainly were singular and
eminent—there was a charm in his
conversation. He delighted espe
cially, in conversation with young
men. I suppose that there has
been no man among us who had
more winning manners in liis inter
course and conversation with voun”
men, than Mr. Calhoun. I believe
one great power of his character, in
general, was his conversational tal
ent. I believe it is that, as well as
a consciousness of his high integrity
End the highest reverence for hi?
talent and ability, that has made him
so endeared an object to the people
of the State to which he belonged.
Mr. President be bad the basis, the
indispensible basis, of a high char
acter, and that was unspotted in
tegrity, unimpeached honor, and
character. If he had aspirations,
they were high and honorable. —
There was nothing grovelling or
low,or meanly selfish,that camenear
the head or heart of Mr. Calhoun.
The Navy Reform question has
brought out a number of valuable
contributions on either side in the
columns of the Courier and Enquirer.
One of these writers (“Huron,”) on
the Anti-abolition-of-flogging side,
relates the following anecdotes :
“Again, as to a substitute for the
whip. It is seldom that we have an
act of indecency done in our Navy.
Sometimes there has been thought
lessness, sometimes cruelty, and
these we can check. But never
has there been a deed committed
that caused such a thrill of disgust
among the officers, and such a feel
in” of hatred and insubordination
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among the men, as the instance re
ferred to on board the Vandalia.
It was stated that the object was a
: boy. This is untrue. Pie was a
man, and committed the offence of
mimicking the voice of one of the
officers. The fact was reported to
the Commander (who is a Captain
and not a Commodore) who, with
j the noble joke of ‘making a mock
ing bird,’ had the offender seized to
the grating, stripped, certain parts
of his body daubed with tar, and
covered with feathers. This on
board of a United States ship, and
in the presence of a United States
crew, summoned to witness the pun
ishment! Yet this man’s conduct
is cited as an example of reform. If
such is the beginning, what will be
the end ? Shame to the man that
did it—shame to the persons who
uphold It , truly iljuy urn tJ, c iijuck
ing birds who applaud such an a
buse of power by such a Captain
l believe that we once had a chance
of punishment devised and adopted
for a short period. It was while the
St. Louis was cruising in the West
India Islands, that the Lieutenant
of the ship substituted for the cat a
new discipline. When a sailor
committed a breach of duty he was
ordered to catch cockroaches that
were overrunning the vessel. The
number to be caught was propor
tioned to the offence—one dozen for
a neglect, two dozen for a distur
bance, four dozen for drunkenness,
and so in proportion, and the insects
were to be run on a string anti
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! brought to the officer of the deck, to
show that the number was correct,
and the punishment ended. Day
after day, the old weather-beaten
sailors might have been seen shuf
fling alter the red animals under the
hen coops, and down the forecastle,
and then coming aft with hat in one
hand, and the long string of cap
tives in the other, to report to the
officer ‘Neglect of duty, Sir—two
dozen.’ Finally, one of the old
tars’ time expired, and he received
his discharge. Shortly after lie
caught the officer who had instituted
the punishment ashore, and alone.
He seized him by the collar and
commenced bestowing a most virro
rous thrashing. ‘lf you had a flog
ged me like a man,’ screamed the
old sailor, as his fists fell like mallets
on the head of the lieutenant, ‘ I
wouldn’t ha’ cared ; but to be sent
a coekroachin’ like a rat-catcher—
ho, d—n your figure-head.’ ”
Mr. Charles Knight, writes the
! Europeon correspondent of the Na
tional Intelligencer , thus expresses
himself respecting Dicken’s new
weekly sheet :—“ I rejoice more
than I can express that Mr. Dickens
is about to cultivate a field, which,
De/oe and Fielding assuredly would
have cultivated, had their genius,
like his, been cast upon this* age of
readers. He will do his work right
fully ; there will be no line which,
living or dying, lie would wish to
blot.”
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SAVANNAH, APRIL
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We call the attention of out
to the notice of the annual celebration ofT
Union Society, to take place on the ?
this is one of the oldest institutions in f lie
State, this being the hundredth anniversary
An oration will be delivered by the R ev *\j' r
Tustin, which the public are invited to
attend.
Temperance.
We had the pleasure of listening to a l et .
ture on Temperance by Mr. Hewlett on TV,
day evening. He is decidedly the most
pleasing lecturer on this subject that iv e have
ever heard ; he kept his audience enchained
for more than an hour with his inimitable
wit and humor. lie is full of anecdote,and
his powers of mimicry are very rare. jj e
handled the license system without gloves
and all who heard him must have been
convinced of the iniquity of that system Ho
cited many facts to prove its unprofitable
ness as a means of revenue.
He has left our city for
it is his intention to hold forth. Our nei<4 I
bors have a rich treat in store for them.
It’s is Mr. IPs intention to Become a resi
dent of Georgia, and he is now 0 n his wavta I
the North to make arrangements for that I
purpose.
Miss Cushman's Ivleg Merilies.
Miss Cushman’s delineation of the old I
gipsy queen is one of the most original and I
striking performances that have ever beet I
produced on an English or American stage; I
iris essentially Miss Cushman’s property. I
her genius has made the character, given 1: 1
force and distinction, and in doing so,hi
raised the whole play. On her appeaiw, I
her sudden and impetuous entrance elec:::-1
tied the whole audience, and this effect ra I
hninrhtpnprf hj< thn eagerness and earnests I
with which she stared at Harry Mim,l
joined with the wild character of herfea-B
tures, and the fantastic nature of lift dies I
and bearing. Throughout the whole of tbl
scene the actress showed great power: a:H
one moment personating the fierce a ndim-B
perious disposition, the natural consequeaeß
of Meg’s rank and mode of life : at anotherH
delineating her strong affection far the heir■
of the house, by her subdued and tremutel
voice, and endearing actions.
Her denial of madness to Lucy Hertraral
was particularly powerful : “ I have bee"!
imprisoned for mad’’ she says bitterly■
“scourged for mad,” she continues savage!'l
but when she shrieks, “ banished for inad.H
it is with a burst of agony r.nl a hyster M
laugh, that tells of crushed hopes and brubT
affections,and from which the spectator jl
coils in pain.
In the scene with Dick Hafterick at j
cave, she reminded us of one who had
ted her life to a cause ; and the laugh ofs ■
age exultation and revenge with whir
foretold his fate, was terrible. The dj I
scene was full of passion ; but we ’
we think it is a defect in the play to ir; ‘
duce the ludicrous figure of
son, at a time when our pity auiemV' 1 ’ . I
are fully aroused over Meg dying,
the nerves and is pamiul ; noi is 1 ■
occasion for the long parley that ensues al ■
Meg is carried out, for that ohhtei ate
• A 1 v the
impression made on the mind : J
acting of Miss Cushman.
Lamar’s Cotton Press. ■
VV'e paid a visit yesterday to the ■ • J
ton Press which has just been erects . JM
C. A. L. Lamar, at his wharf, at 11 , I
end of the city. The press is one of J
Patent, and is tiie only one of the km
Atlantic, there being, we believe, ° n “
bile, and another at New Or - .vH
power is immense, and is
application of the steam to the F re ;
without the agency of any intend
cbinery, the movement of the
cylinder acting upon the levers to
is attached. The principle is aver} ■
—the Viachine is less compl’ o3 ‘*■
v e have seen, and performs its S
markable rapidity, reducing the J
(liai name iap.un.jr, o
degree of 3D lbs. to the s< l uart
Mr. Lamar has erected, in con ’
his press, an extensive VY
of storing several thousand bak 3
one of the sheds being 240 -1
and 100 feet span—the other - . gfP f
The building in which the P resS [ 1 |
as well as the cotton sheds, aie"^
ed and conveniently planned
spacious yard. The whole e sfa i,*
on a scale of magnitude and lih era 1 • ir *
creditable to our city aud it ß en \p|
projector and owner. Lamar’s I
is, in short, an improvement e* “ B
city may justly be proud, and h‘ ch I
will make a handsome return tor t*' 1 ’ I
invested —Morning Ncics.