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BY HORNADY & ELLS. VOL IV. @! •Baniu’T and DEVOTED TO RELIGION AND LITERATURE, Is published every Saturday, at Atlanta, Georgia, at the subscription price of three dollars per year. HORNADY & ELLS, Editors and Proprietors. H. C. Hornady.] [James N. Ells. [Original.] Departing Summer. As thy deep full melodies float Through ev’ry wood and dell, Summer, mother of living things, I bid thee now farewell! Thy ling’ring, setting day of gold On wings of time hath flown, And thy long bright march of splendor Pales in the black unknown. But tli’ flower lit with laughing beams, The fields of waving green, Thy fringed cloud of drifting snow In sweet calm evening seen; Thy high hard vault of bending blue, The morning’s dewy gray, The rocks and hills that felt thy fire— Now where—Oh! where are they ? To bird and beast—ten thousand things— Joy’s been in ev’ry day, And thy whole bright round of glory Has sweetly pass’d away: The mountains waved their robes of green, In joyous grandeur swung, While nature, all on balmy gale, Her bursting anthems flung. But on all the affairs of man How did thy splendors fall ? Didst thou have kindling light and joy For kingdoms, empires all ? Where thou hast flash’d thy leaping fires, Or whirl’d thy burning train, Hast thou left, in march of mercy, All bosoms free from pain ? Wliat dark wreck, what tremendous woes, What long black rays of strife, What storm and tumult thou hast seen In thy short transient life! — Freedom bound down in galling chains, The robes of Justice torn, A nation’s grandly rising orb Of ev’ry glory shorn 1 Thy light has flamed along the path Of bloody, servile war, To burn the heavy front of steel, To light a single star, — Faint dim star—now a full-grown sun— Fire of the battle stroke, That looms along our Southern sky, And lights our world of smoke. The temple of light, Freedom’s home, In dreadful ruin lies, And Honor, like fallen angel, Looks never to the skies; The shrine where hopeful millions bent Is dim with gory dust, And only bend those trembling souls Who feel and know they must. Peace gives place to the shock of war, As events thunder on, And Want usurps the throne of wealth, To sparling mis’ry gone; The cannon’s harsh dread thunders roll Whore Gospel music rang, And battles groan aud heroes wail Where Christum worthies sang. Soitow has gone to ev’ry home To bid the tearful part, And come again with'news of death To tear and rend the heart; Black Desolation now treads down Alt bright and sacred hopes, And death, despair, the whole nation In deeper darkness gropes. Thou didst only live, dear Summer, " lu thy most rapid flight, To hang some beacon fires among The clouds of moral night; Thy sov’reign robes were thrown aside Before our laud was tree — Before the victor’s lofty shout Arose from sea to sea. W. D. M. Martin's Depot, 8. C. Indian Courtship. —Among other inter esting anecdotes of the Choctaws, is the following sketch of their manner of love- - making: “Courtship is invariably begun by the female. If she fancies a young man, she makes what is techniallv called the first banter. This is done by slyly squeezing the hand, or gently touching his foot at the camp fire. If a man should venture upon any of these little prelimina ries without being sure of a reciprocal par tiality, the indignant maid would immedi ately assail him with a stick, and this would be a signal fo‘ a general assault by all the squaws around on the presuming lover, who, unless he fled, voutd be beaten with-! out mercy. Thus, even in this rude shape, does woman play the coquette. The young squaw who screams the loudest, and shows the most resentment at these unwarrantable liberties of ardent lover, is set down as the Diana of her tribe." A AM© liiS®©A¥ M®WSS > .kS?®li. ATLANTA, GEORGIA, NOVEMBER 8, 1862. Passages in the Life of an Old Georgia Preacher. NUMBER 111. In 1830, and about that period, a great controversy raged among the Baptists of Georgia, ostensibly on the subject of doc trine, but really on the subject of Missions. The Atonement was the great question — James Henderson being the leader of the limited Atonement party, and Cyrus White the champion of those who believed in its universality. The former, with his adhe rents, relapsed into Antinomianism, while the latter drew off a small party into Armin ianism. There was a third party, with Jesse Mercer and the Georgia Association as a nucleus, the really conservative party, who were not to be drawn away from sup porting the doctrines of grace and the cause of religion. Some of these latter formed the Central and Rehoboth Associations, and with brethren of kindred spirit in the Cos lumbus, Western and Bethel Associations, were instrumental in bringing those bodies to the support of benevolent objects. The Ocmulgee Association (which followed James Henderson,) when it withdrew from the Georgia Baptist Convention, numbered nearly four thousand. Now it contains hardly as many hundred. The opposite party, or Whiteites, as they were called, had a brief existence, most of their church es having resumed their connection with the Missionary Baptists, or become extinct. The writer took an active part in the re ligious conflicts of those days, and he has occasion for gratitude to God that he has lived to witness the triumph of those prin ciples for which he contended with youth ful ardor and zeal. He is also thankful that experience has taught him to look with more charity on those who differ from him, than he could then exercise. Even good men, when they become arrayed in opposi tion to each other, are apt to run into er rors and excesses. The writer has strong hope that Mercer, White, Henderson, and other Christians of their times, have met in that country where they “ see eye to eye,” and where they shall dwell together in per fect harmony forever. My first pastorate was in one of the lar gest towns in the interior of this State. It was anew place and inhabited by a motley multitude. The salary afforded me was a mere pittance, and my wife must needs toach school in order to make a support. — Yet the field was large and inviting, and we entered upon our labors with resolution and hope. The congregation increased, the church grew, and within the year a large and comfortable house of worship was erected and paid for, almost exclusively through my own efforts. I rejoijed in the belief that all things wehe going on well, and that a bright future was before me. — Alas! how soon the delusion dispelled ! 1 had, most innocently, given mortal offence to one of our deacons, in that I had failed to take his advice—for which I had not ask ed—in some unimportant matter, and did not read my sermons every Sunday fore noon, which he thought the better way.— The church was accustomed to have an an nual election of pastor (a bad plan!) and my deacon took this occasion to show' his opposition. Having no taste for strife, and not knowing exactly what the trouble was, 1 abruptly broke up the connection, and removed to another town. It was soon discovered that my oily-tongued deacon was engaged in circulating wicked slanders against me, and in other acts of dishonesty, 1 which ended in his leaving the place in dis grace, and his exclusion from the church.— It may have been my duty to have stood mv ground and exposed his wickedness. — I have never been able to decide. It could not havlSeen done at the t i me w ithou t a risk of rending the church. Within a few months “ mine enemy ” w rought out his own ruin, while the harmony of the church was pre served. In the meantime, another inviting field of labor had been opened up to me through the influence of him who had been my “good Samaritan’Laiid my second fath er! In that field I labored successfully and happily some fifteen years. The pastorship is frequently the occasion of strife and division in churches. I have ever had a horror of being the innocent cause of such trouble, and have found it better for my soul, at least, to sacrifice my self rather than risk such consequences. In making this sacrifice, I have ever enjoyed greater peace as well as greater prosperity, j Harrison. “his banner over” us is “love.” MISCELLANY. doing Up and Coming Down. KT MART F. T. TUCKER. This is a simple song, ’tis true — My songs are never over-nice; And yet I’ll try and scatter through A little pinch of good advice. Then listen, pompous friend, and learn Never to boast of much renown ; For fortune’s wheel is on the turn, And some go up and some go down. I know a vast amounlfof stocks, A vast amount of proud insures; But fate has picked so many locks, I wouldn’t like to warrant yours. Remember, then, and never spurn The one whose hand is hard and brown; For he is likely to go up, And you are likely to come down. Another thing, you will agree, (The truth may be as well confessed,) That “ codfish aristocracy,” Is but a “scaly” thing at best; And though the fishes, large and strong, May seek the little ones to drown— Yet fishes all, both great and small, Are going up and coming down. Our lives are full of chance and change, And chance, you know, is never sure; And ’twere a doctrine new and strange, That places high are most secure. And though the fickle god may smile, And yield the sceptre and the crown, ’Tis only for a little while That A. goes up and B. comes down. This world for you and me, my friend, Hath something more than pound and pence; Then let me humbly recommend A little use of common sense Thus lay all pride of place aside, And have a care on whom you frown For fear you’ll see him going up, When you are only coming down. THE LEFT EYE. A rich old man, who-resided at the ex tremity of the camp, quite apart from the rest, had three daughters; the youngest, named Kookju, was as much distinguished for her rare beauty as for extraordinary wisdom. One morning, as he was about driving his cattle for sale to the Chan’s market place, he begged his daughters to tell him what they wished him to bring them on his return. The two eldest asked him for trinkets ; but the handsome and wise Kook ju said that she wanted no present, but that she had a request to make, which it would be dangerous for him to execute. Upon which the father, who loved her more than the two others, swore that he would do her wish, though it was at the price of his life* “If it be so,” replied Kookju, “I beg you to do as follows : sell your cattle, ex cept the short-tailed ox, and ask no Other price for it except the Chan’s left eye.” The old man was startled; however, re membering his oath, and confiding in his daughter’s wisdom, he resolved to do as she bade him. After having sold all his cattle, and be ing asked the price of the short-tailed ox, he said he would sell it for nothing else than the Chan’s left eye. The report of this singular and daring request soon reach ed the ears of the Chan’s courtiers. At first they admonishedjpm not to use such an offensive speech against the sovereign; but when they found that he persevered in his strange demand, they bound him and i carried him, as a madman, before the Chan, i The old man threw himself at the prince’s feet, and confessed that his demand had been made at the request of his daughter, whose motives he was entirely ignorant of; and the Chan, suspecting that some secret must be hidden under this extraordinary request, dismissed the old man under the condition that he would bring him that daughter who had made it. Kookju appeared, and the Chan asked : “ Why dost thou instruct thy father to demand my left eye ? ” “ Because ! expected, my prince, that af ter so strange a request, curiosity would urge thee to send for me.” ** And wherefore dost thou desire to see me f ” M I wish to tell thee a truth, important to thyself and thv people.” “ Name it.” ** Prince,” replied Kookju, “ when tw’o persons appear before thee in a cause, the wealthy and the noble generally stand on thy right hand, while the poor and humble [ stand on thy left. I have heard in my soli tude that thou most frequently favorest the noble and rich. This is the reason why I persuaded my father to ask for thy left eye —it being no use to thee, since thou never seest the poor and unprotected.” The Chin, incensed and surprised at the daring of this maiden, commanded his court to try her. The court was opened, and the president, who was the eldest Lama, pro posed that they should try whether her strange proceeding was the effect of malice or wisdom. Their first step was to send to Kookju a log of wood, cut even on all sides, ordering her to find out which was the root and which the top. Kookju thre wit in the wa ter and soon knew the answer, on seeing the root sinking, while the top rose to the surface. After this they sent her two snakes in or der to determine which was a male and which was a female. The wise maiden laid them on cotton, and seeing that one coiled herself up in a ring, whilst the other crept away, she judged the latter was a male and the former a female. From these trials the court was convin ced that Kookju had not offended the Chan from motives of malice, but the inspiration of wisdom granted from above. But not so with the Chan; his vanity was hurt, and he resolved to puzzle her with questions, in order to prove that she was not wise.— He ordered her before him, and then asked: “ On sending a number of maidens in the woods to gather apples, which of them will bring home the most'?” “She,” replied Kookju, “who, instead of climbing up the trees, remains below* and and picks up those which have fallen ofl from maturity or the shaking of the branches.” The Chan then led her to a fence,and ask ed which would be the readiest way to get over; and Kookju said “to cross it would be farthest, going round nearest.” The Chan felt vexed at the readiness and propriety of her replies; and having re flected for some time, he again inquired : “ Which is the safest means of becoming known to many ? ” “ By assisting those that are unknown.” “ Which is the surest means of leading a virtuous life ? ” “To begin every morning with prayer, and conclude the evening with some good action.” “ Who is truly wise ? ” “ He who does not believe himself so.” “ Which are the requisites for a good wife ? ” “She should be as beautiful as a pea hen, gentle as a lamb, prudent as a mouse, just and faithful as a mirror, pure as the scales of a fish; she must mourn for her deceased husband like a she camel, and live in her widowhood like a bird which has lost its wings.” The Chan was astonished at the wisdom of the fair Kookju; yet, enraged at her having reproached him with injustice he still wished to destroy her. After a few days he thought he had found the means for attaining his object. He j sent for her and asked her to determine the true worth of his treasures; after which he promised to absolve her from malice in questioning his justice, and to admit that j she intended, as a woman, merely to warn him. The maiden consented, yet under the j condition that the Chan would promise im- j plieit obedience to her commands for four! days. She requested that he would eat no j food during that time. On the last day j she placed a dish of meat before him, and j said : “Confess, O, Chan, that all thy treasures ! are not worth as much as this joint of meat! ” The Chan was so struck with the truth j of her remarks, that he confessed the truth ! of it, acknowledged her as wise, married! her to his son, and permitted him constant- j ly to remind him to use his left eye. Idleness. —ldleness is the bane of body and mind, the nurse of naughtiness, the step-mother of discipline, the chief author of all mischief, one of the seven deadly; sins, the cushion on which the devil chiefly reposes, and a great cause not only of mel- j archoly, but of many other diseases; for the mind is naturally active, and if it be not occupied about some honest business, it rushes into mischief, or sinks into melanj choly. __ TERMS —Three Dollars a-year. The Christian’s Hope. What a blessed thing is the Christian’s Hope. It sheds hope on every affliction, lightens every sorrow, and adds brightness to every joy. How many care worn wea ry ones would have sunk into the depths of despair, had it not been for this blessed hope, which shone through every cloud, and whispered of a heaven of rest and peace beyond this vale of tears. When assailed by the malicious tongue of slan der, pierced to the heart by unkindness, how soothingly does the thought come over the mind, “ Our Saviour suffered all this and knows how to feel for us: for He was tempted in all points even as we are.” O ! yes, priceless beyond human estimation is the hope of the Christian which is found ed on the Rock of Ages. Surely no one, who ever tasted the joy of such a hope, would ever desire to turn back to the pleas ures of earth. True, darkness and doubts will oft times obscure the light, but it is only for a time, and such seasons of gloom only serve to draw us more strongly to wards our dear Heavenly Father. How pleasant it is, when wearied with the cares and exertions of the day, to sit at its close and feel that each hour and day as it passes brings us nearer death, the happy release from all earthly trials. How sweet to feel that soon we shall have done with earth and its temptations, and have entered into the paradise of God. There we shall spend a blessed and endless eternity with our dear Redeemer and all the saints and holy ones in Heaven, where, freed from weakness of the body, we shall ever be singing praises to our God. Oh ! joyful thought, happy reality ! Who would bar ter such a hope as this for all that earth af fords? Sinner, be converted. Seek an in terest in Christ, give Him your heart, and all the joys of Heaven shall be thine. All things earthly are at best but fleeting shad ows. There is nothing lasting here; and how miserable will be your fate if you die while out of Christ. Then, be wise. Make the Christian’s hope your own, and shouts of joy shall resound through the high arches of the court above, over your repentance. Harmony of Scripture. It is stated in the book of Numbers that the Israelites slain at Baal Peor were twen ty-four thousand; but Paul, in his First Epistle to the Corinthians, says that the slain were three-and-twenty thousand.— Some have hereupon based a charge of con tradiction. But Dr. Ilodge justly claims that both statements are correct, for noth ing depended on the precise number. “Any number between the two amounts may, ac cording to common usage, be stated round ly as either the one or the other. The in fallibility of the sacred wrters consists in their saying precisely what the spirit of God designed that they should say; and the spirit designed that they should speak after the manner of men, should call the heavens solid, and the earth flat, and use round numbers without intending to be mathematically exact in common speech. Moses and Paul were accustomed, like most other men, to use round numbers, and they used them when under the influence of inspiration, just as they used other familiar forms of statement. Neither intended to speak with numerical exactness, which the occasion did not require. What a wonder ful book is the Bible, written at intervals during a.period of fifteen hundred years, when such appearances of inaccuracy as this must be seized upon to impeach its in fallibility ! ” What a noisy creature would a man be, were his voice, in proportion to his weight, as loud as that of a locust! A locust can be heard at the distance of one-sixteenth of a mile. The golden wren is said to weigh but half an ounce, so that a middling-sized man would weigh down not short of four thousand of them ; and it must be strange if a golden wren would not outweigh four of our locusts. Supposing, therefore, that a common man weighed as much as sixteen thousand of our locusts, and that the note of a locust can be heard one-sixteenth of a mile, a man of common dimensions, pretty sound in wind and limbs, ought to be able to make himself heard at a distance of one thousand miles. Our own bapp* ness is best promoted by s eeking the welfare of others. NO. 1.