Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

Til!’ BAPTIST BANNER. BY JAS. N. ELLS & CO. VOL. IV. She DEVOTED TO RELIGION AND LITERATURE, Is published every Saturday, at Atlanta, Georgia, at the subscription price of throe dollars per year. JAMES N. ELLS & CO., Proprietors. Jas. N. Ells. S. D. Niles. A. K. Seago. Steam Press of Franklin Printing House— J. J. Toon i Co. ' MISCELLANY. I CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. . Fear was within'tlie tossing'bark When stormy /winds grew'loud, And waves came rolling high and dark, And the tall mast was bowed. And men stood breathless in their dread, And baffled in their skill — But One was there who rose and said To the wild sea, “Be still." And the wind ceased —it ceased —that word Passed through the gloomy sky; The troubled billows knew their I,ord, And sunk beneath|His‘eye. And slumber settled on the deep, And silence on the blast, As when the righteous fall asleep When deatli’sjierce throes are.past. Thou that didst rule the’angry hour And tame the tempest’s mood, Oh ! send Thy Spirit forth in power O’er our dark souls to brood. Thou that didst bow the billow’s pride ; Thy mandates to fulfill — So speak to passion’s raging tide. Speak and say,—“Peace, be still.” First Fiove. A PLEASING SKETCH. O A M I your only and fust love?” asked | J 1 a bright eyed girl, as she reclined her classically moulded brow upon the shoulder of her lover. “ No, Leila, you are not my only, my first love; 1 have loved another. Long years before 1 saw you I loved another—] and I love that other still.” “ Love the other still, and better than, me? Paul, why do you tell me that?”' asked she, raising her dark blue eyes and I gazinj* steadfastly into those of her lover, half in astonishment, half in sorrow, while! her jewelled lingers tightened convulsively, upon his arm. “ You asked me, Leila, and 1 answered with truth and sincerity ; you would not have me deceive you, would you?” “ You love her still, then?” “ 1 love her still.” “ And better than you do me?” “ Not better, but as well.” “And will love her still?” “ Until death, and even after death ; over her last resting place will I strew spring's Ctrrliest Howers, and bedew the sacred spot t with the purest tears that love ever shed.” “ Handsomer than I, is she not?” “ Here eyes were as black as night, and her hair in glossy blackness outvied the wing of the raven. She hasn’t your sweet blue eyes, nor your soil brown hair ; yet, oh ! Leila, her eyes have been the sweetest eyes, to me, that ever looked the look of! eternal love.” “ Paul, why do you wish to break my , heart? Why have you taught me to love you so wildly and blindly, and then, in the midst of my happiness, tell me that there is an impassable barrier between us? This night, Paul, we must part forever! 1 would; not have believed this, had another told me!” and her eyes grew dim with tears. “ Be not too rash, Leila ; hear me to the end; you love me too dearly to part with me thus ! Think you that you could not share my heart with one that 1 so dearlv love ? ” “Never, Paul, never!" “You shall, Leila, and must! Listen tor a moment, while I tell you of my first! love, and 1 am sure you wjll be willing to share with her then." “ I will listen, Paul, but will not share your love; 1 must have all or none. lam selfish in that respect, and who that loves as Ido is not? Forget me, Paul, or forget her forever.” “ Forget her, Leila' Never! I would not lose one jot of her pure affection tor the fairest face that ever bloomed ; no, not for the girdle of Venus, or the love of a second Helen ! ” “ Then, Paul, you arc lost to me forever ; ; we must part. Farewell to our every dream of a brightened future. 1 love you too well, and am too proud to share vour love with aught created. Oh! Paul, you have wronged me deeply ;” and her exquisitely chiseled lips curled with indignant sorrow. “ btop, Leila, or you will deeply wrong . me, also. 1 met this loved one, as 1 said before, long years ago, in one of the sweet est and sunniest vales of our broad land; wandered with her. hand in hand, for wars, beside the sparkling waters of my child hood's home. First, by the smUe' of her exquisite sweetness, she taught inv heart that she loved me with unutterable fond ness, and never have 1 doubted; my love in her has ever been steadfast and fearless ; never has her cy e looked coldly upon me, and never will it till the breath of the death angel shall dim it for the long sleep. •• Oft in the still hours of the night have I been awakened, as if by the gentle fan- A AMS HSITWSSPJUFSM® ' ning of the sleep god’s wing, and beheld that face ; those eyes gazed upon me with all the beatic tenderness ol a guardian an > gel over a repenting prodigal; and a kiss would fail upon my brow more soothing than the dews of Hermon. The same gen tle hand has led me among life’s flowery way and beside its unruffled waters; and if ever my arm was raised to do a deed of i wrong, or my heart to conceive it, that ad monitory voice came whispering in my* ear, and stayed the one mjd-way and drew the i iron from the other. And I do well remem ber, in my manhood’s riper years, when deep sorrow fell upon my soul, and 1 would fain have drank oblivion from the wine cup’s fiery brim, that same dark-eyed wo man came, and bade me, in the name of God, to shun the fatal snare; and twining her arms around my neck, while her eyes beam ed with love’s deep inspiration, she poured oil upon the troubled waters, told me of purer hopes and higher aims, and in my ear whispered a golden word that has outlived all sorrow. Leila, would you know the n.'.rna of my first love? ’Tis my mother!” “Oh! Paul, I’ll forgive you and share your love; indeed I will.” “I knew you would, Leila. Second love i is as dear as the first.” ; THE LADIES’ COLUMN. Hypocrisy. Think’st thou there arc no serpents in the world dut those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them ? There arc who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in fortune’s sun, And sting the soul —Ay, till its healthful frame Is changed to secret, festering, sore disease, j So deadly is the wound.—[Joanna Baillie. The Gem ofl* Beauty. A. SKETCH FOK GIRLS. “Who is that beautiful girl?” asked Mrs. G rove of the lady whom she was vis iting. “ Which do you refer to?” Risked Mrs ! Wyman, approaching the window where ! her friend was seated, watching a company of young misses at play upon the lawn in . front of the cottage. 1 ‘‘That little fairy, with head uncovered, and her golden curls falling over her snowy neck,” and the lady pointed to a really beautiful creature, who stood, hat in hand, with glowing cheeks and noble brow, be neath the shade of a tree, as if to recover ■ her breath after her spirited run. “O, that is Rose Carlton, the lawyer’s daughter.” “ Well, she is a rose, truly. I think I 1 never saw' a more beautiful countenance.” ; “ Yes, she is very good looking; but I j fear she knows it quite too well for her own ( good,” was Mrs. Wyman’s rather signifi cant reply. * “Why, isn’t she as pretty as she looks?” asked the lady in some surprise. 1 “Susan likes her very well, and they are ‘ very good friends; but she is not a favor- I it< among the girls generally,” replied ; Mrs. Wyman. i “ What is the trouble with her?” Mrs. 1 G ove began to feel more than common in- I te/est in the girl. ( “ Well, 1 hardly know ; some think she ; is too forward. Perhaps they do not judge 1 i her rightly, foi Rose is really a kind-heart- 1 cd and quite sweet tempered girl. And yet ; tlirreis something about her that makes ot e like her less upon acquaintance than at ; , fust sight. She always interests strangers, ju.t as she has interested you.” “ Is she self-willed?” and the lady close ly scanned the features and general bearing of the girl, but she failed to ascertain her ch iraeter. ! “Not exactly that,” replied Mrs. Wy m m, “ although she likes to have her own j way pretty well; but she is bold. Per haps we might call it a want of modesty.” “ Well, it is a pity there should bo so se ious a blemish in one so fair,” replied th? kind-hearted woman, as a shade passed joy er her benevolent face. “It is, indeed ; and I hope she will re- • so in as she grows older. She has an ex cellent mother.” Mrs. Wyman ■‘resumed her seat at the o} posite window, and there was a silence so • some moments, each lady being busy w th her own thoughts. “ But who is Rose Carlton ?’’ I think 1 i hear you ask. I will tell. Our beautiful little Rose, whom 1 have in roduced to the reader under rather unta v< rable circumstances, is, as Mrs. Wyman i : has already informed us, the daughter of, Mr. Carlton, the talented lawyer of the vil lage. Her parents came to the place when th »ir little girl was just gathering the roses of her third summer, and bought the man sion which crowns the hill yonder. < Little Rose and Susan Wyman were, m arly ot one age, and as their parents were near neighbors, the two children soon became warm friends. Rose was much at the cottage, and Susan frequently spent an • afternoon at the beautiful home of her ‘ ,rie; 'd. As they grew older they loved to ramble, hand in hard, through the green pastures, and down the dancing streamlets, •; picking up berries and gathering Howers, ‘ HIS BANNER OVER US IS LOVE. ATLANTA, GEORGIA,- CHRISTMAS, 1862. and joining their happy voices with the songs of the birds. People wondered they should be so inti mate when they were so unlike in their dis positions, for Susan was the very opposite of Rose; but still there were not two girls in the village so much together, and appa rently such good friends. And yet, as Mrs. Wyman has said, Rose was not a general favorite. Somehow, her mates did not like her. They could scarce ly tell why; but there was something about her appearance that made them feel uncomfortable when in her company. The truth is, Rose was a bold girl. She was beautiful and talented, and this she knew full well; and she usually contrived to make those with whom she associated to feel their inferiority. She was constantly intruding her opinion unasked, and seem ed to think no one could do a thing quite as well as she could do it herself. Indeed, when in the company of older persons, her manner was much the same; and she has been heard frequently advising even her mother in some very difficult matters. Beautiful as Rose was, and there were few more beautiful, this pertness often ren dered her displeasing. The people of the village liked Susan far better than they did her friend, notwithstanding she lacked much of her symmetry of features and that min gling of the rose and lily of her complex ion, which made the other so beautiful.— This fact Rose could not help observing, and it often vexed her sadly. Why Susan should be such a favorite, when she was al ways so silent and retiring, and so much less attractive in person than herself, she was puzzled to tell. Alas! with all her beauty and refinement, with all her natural talent and superior accomplishments, Rose Carlton lacked the pearl of modesty. Oth er gems she had, and they shone with pecu liar lustre, but without this her adorning was sadly defective. God had given her a superior mind and great personal charms; He had also granted her superior privileges for the culture of her mind and heart. But all these could not supply the lack of that one great gem of beauty— modesty. THE COLUMN. Stead it, Eoys. The following extract is taken from a short speech made by the late Gen. Cobb. It is an argument in favor of universal Free Education, of which Mr. Cobb was an able ardent supporter,and to whom we looked for fcllicient and effectual service in the future. It contains encouragement to boys to make up their minds what they will accomplish, and then to persevere until it is done—to improve every opportunity to advance themselves in the world, intellectually, pe cuniarily' and morally : “ Do you knows, boys, that some several hundred years ago, in a little town in the State of Germany, over in Europe, in a lit tle primary school, similar to the one that you have, conducted upon the principle of free and popular education among the little boys then, on an occasion like the present, there sat a little one who, on account of diligent attention to his studies, his punctu ality at school, his great assiduity in at tempting to learn his. lessons, received the highest honors that were distributed, such as those awarded here this afternoon? Let me carry you along with me for a moment, and follow that little boy from the primary school, lie entered the district school— one bearing the same relation to the prima- j ry school that this district school bears to | yours. If we follow him there, we find the [ same earnest, zealous interest in everything pervading the whole conduct and character] of this b >y. We pass with him still fur-’ ther, and we find that as he goes out of the district school of Germany, he passes thro’ < the University, receiving all the time a free education from a liobl e government. As-j ter he passed through the University, this I good boy that I am speaking to you of, went into a monastery and there he became J a monk ; but after awhile he felt there were restraints which he could not bear, and that boy (without taking up your time to tell you how much he has done) —that boy revolutionized the religious world. I am giving you the history of the great re former, Martin Luther. [Applause.] Oh! will you not. boys, seek to follow his exam pie, and endeavor to elevate yourselves to s me high and honorable position ! The little boy is now either here, or in some other school within the Confederacy, who, | in future days, shall sit in yonder White House to be President of his country. The : little boys are here, or in some other school, who shall constitute bis cabinet, to be the J udges of the. Supreme Court, be the lead , ers of our armies, be members of the Con gress of this great nation, or the Mayors of cities. These are the places that the boys are to fill. Oh, ther. will you not do j as John Jacob Astor is said to have done ? A< he was one day walking down Broad-; way, in Now York—a poor ragged little boy —as he walked along the streets unno-1 tieed by anybody—said if he lived he would ■ build a pala.e right at that spot, and to-day > the Astor House of New York is the fulfil-’ i ment of the promise of the little boy as he passed down Broadway. Oh, then, remem j - ber that he who achieves much must be he - that resolves to do much. The little boy i who passes carelessly through his school ; days, who acquires no honor, who has no ambition, who can not be excited to emu lation—that little boy will be a drone 1 among society, and instead of occupying ■ the White House, will rather be found in the workhouse or the penitentiary." Good Maimers. A Word to Girls and Boys,- Young friends, are you polite, genteel, well-behaved everywhere? at all times? in all societies? Good breeding is a fortune already made—an independent fortune.— Courtesy, kindness, a noble, dignified, hea venly deportment, paves the way to emi nence, stations of honor, wealth —respec- tively to glory imperishable. Well, young reader, how is this excel lence to be attained ? Where is the start ing point? In early life. Yes, begun at home, in the domestic circle, around the fireside. The very moment you can lisp a single syllable audibly, begin to acquire courtesy. Be.kind and polite to your pa rents, brothers and sisters, your superiors and inferiors. See that every thought, ev ery word and action, bear the impress of a sweet, gentle, affable courtesy. Study to make everybody happy. True politeness is benevolence. When these habits of courtesy or good behaviour are. thus ac quired at home—exhibited on all occasions —they become household words, easy, fa miliar as life. Then, when you go abroad, mingle in society, the. high, the rich, the poor, you are daily prepared. Politeness of manners is uppermost —it flows out spontaneously. Therefore begin at home early as the dawning life. An excellent writer, touching this question of good man ners, says: “Young folks should be mannerly. But how to be so is the question. Many a good boy and girl feel that they can not be have to suit themselves in the presence of company. They are awkward, clownish, rough. They feel timid, DasTiful and selt distrustful the moment they are addressed by a stranger or appear in company. There is but one way to get over this feeling, and acquire graceful and easy manners—that is, to do the best they can all the time, at home as well as abroad. Good manners are not learned so much as required by habit. They grow upon us by use. We must be courteous, agreeable, civil, kind, gentlemanly and womanly at home, and then it will become a kind of second nature to be so everywhere. A coarse, rough manner at home, begets a roughness which we can not lay off, if we try, when we go among strangers. The most agreeable people we have ever known in company, are those that are perfectly agreeable at home. Home is the school for all the best things.” Babies. Darling little things—who does not love babies ? those little angels of earth, who be guile away so many hours of care and ren der so many firesides happy. Awake or asleep, they are forever new. Always pos sessing the same magic power over one’s heart. The most painful rellection concern ing them only is that they should ever grow up and become sinful and hard heart ed men and women. We loathe from our very soul that sentiment we sometimes hear expressed, a dislike for children. The man or woman who has no love for chil-i idrenisbuta selfish and spleenish m : -.m 1 I thrope. He who does not love a little [child, wholly incapable of doin<j one wrong act, innocent as the little birdling which lies ' unfledged in its downy nest, and as pure us i the snow-flake just drifted from heaven, is [ too immeasurably vile and earthly to en [ tertain for a moment one hallowed thought. Too far cankered and blasted ever to min-' gle in the loves of the world, or sir I a tear for the afllicted and the sorrowing. The baby is the spring of happiness in every family. It gets nearly all the atten tion and all the kisses. There is love U its eyes and in its sunshiny face. There is music in its little jabber and tattle. There is a mystic charm about every act and mo tion ot its body which defies description, and is only visible to the eyes of th -s- who love them most. The baby »*opens fountains in the heart where before all was barren and de->- late, and where nothing did ever bloom savei [ foul weeds r zoted in sin and bearin_ fruit for perdition. Love those little he irs of; ; heaven’s kingdom if you would honor vour Creator. If you dislike them, it is only , because they are so infinitely more holy ■ and perfect than yourself. Shame upon that dastard heart of thine that will not' j clasp to thy bosom those little flowers, re dolent and fresh from the Maker’s band.— No wonder that guardian angels hover around their beds, and w hisper sweet words in their hearts never audible to mortal ears. Life is a strange problem. It is some what remarkable that the verb which ex presses existence, so be. is defective in most, ’if not all. languages. TERMS — Three Dollars a-year. Passages in the Uife of an Old Georgia Preacher. NUMBER VI. I have failed to attend but one session of the Georgia Baptist Convention in thirty years, and was then prevented by a revival meeting. Only two or three, besides my self, of those who were members when I first entered it, are found in its meetings in these latter years. The “ancient men” have nearly all passed away, and a new generation have taken their places. It is with gratitude to God, however, that I re cord the fact that one Spirit has animated the members of this body during all the years of my connection with it. They have ever been of “one mind, striving to gether for the faith of the Gospel.” If dif ferences of opinion and alienations have arisen among us, they have been of short duration. Never, perhaps, in the world’s history, has any’ body of men been more united in sentiment and action during the same period. The consequence has been that they have not only accomplished much in the cause of education, as shown in my last article, but they have been instrumen tal in sending the Gospel to remote heathen nations. They have been represented among the Indians of our own country, in Burmah, and in Afi_. i then at borne God has greatly prospered our denomination, which it is believed outnumbers all other denom inations in the State combined. In thirty years our numbers have been more than trebled. “ What hath God wrought! ” In the discussions which arose between Southern Baptists and our Northern Boards on the subject of slavery, and which result ed in our withdrawal from the North and the formation of the Southern Baptist Con vention, the Baptists of Georgia took a prominent part and a firm and decided stand. With Saunders, Thornton, Stocks, Dagg, and Wyer, I attended the Triennial Convention in Philadelphia in 1844. It was a stormy session, for the fell spirit of abolitionism had full sway. In vain did such men as Dagg, Fuller, Jeter and Wyer DI cad for the. rfoLt. TU a., „,i naticism broke down every barrier, and swept all before it. Ido not believe there was a man from the South, in that meeting, who wtft willing to participate in another such. We felt that it was vain to reason with men who had no regard whatever for constitutional principles. True, there were a few faithful and conservative Northern men: Doctors Cone, Wayland, Williams, McGinnis, Sears, Cushman, and a few oth ers. But their influence was not sufficient to arrest the progress of fanaticism, nor to prevent the Board of the Home Mission Society and of the Triennial Convention from adopting Resolutions, soon after, de claring that slaveholders were ineligible to office as Missionaries under them. This was the crowning act of infidelity and injustice, which prompted brethren in Virginia to call a meeting of Southern Bap lists at Augusta, Ga., in the spring of 1845, which resulted in the formation of the Southern Biennial Convention. Being call cd by secular business to New England about that time, and passing through Rich mond, brethren Jeter and Taylor agreed to accompany me to Providence, R. 1., in or der to attend the meetings of the above Boards, which took place two weeks in ad vance of the meeting in Augusta, above mentioned. Our object was, to be pre pared to report the state of feeling among our Northern brethren up to the latest date. What we saw and heard, then and there, tended in no small degree to bring 'about that unanimity of action, by which the Convention in Augusta voted, that Southern Baptists would withdraw from the North and set up lor themselves. Moro than three hundred delegates constituted that assembly ; the utmost harmony pre vailed ; and altogether it was one of those occasions w hich men delight to remember 1 while life lasts. About the same period, from causes I which need not be mentioned here, 1 had become deeply interested in the education >f the Deaf and Dumb, it was through mj instrumentality that this subject was urged upon the attention of the Georgia Legislature, and I soon after had the privi lege of locating at Ove Spring the Asylum f<>!- ’hi« unforrmtate class. Upon theestab lishment of that L stitution 1 look back as of the hap[ i- st events of my life. . 11 ARKIBON. Is not the mind of childhood the tender ent, holiest thing this side of Heaven? Is jit not to be approached with gentleness, [with i>-. a heart worship of the Igreat God, J most angel in- nocence, it has pr<>, eued ? A creature un defiled by the taint of the w-orld—unvexed by its injustice—unwearied by its hollow pleasures. A being fresh from the source of light, with something of its universal lustre in it. If childhood be this, how ho ly the duty to see that, in its onward .growth, it shall be no other !—to stand as a watcher at a temple, lest any unclean thing . should enter it. , His sacrifice continued through His life, and was completed by His death. NO. 7.