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TilK WASHINGTONAIN.
AUGUSTA. JANUARY 18th, 1845.
EDITORIAL COMMITTEE.
Rev. W, T. Brantly, Dr. D. Hook,
“ W. J. Harp, James Harpeh, Esq.
.> " C. S. Dod, A. W. Noel, Esq.
GO” Our last Saturday’s publication
of the “Washingtonian,” completed the
28th No. and one-half of the present
Vol. of this paper ; and as the publisher
states that it will be discontinued at the
elose of the volume, in July next, for the
reason that the number of subscribers,
and patronage otherwise, is not sufficient
to warrant its further continuance—we
would here state to all those who may
desire to become subscribers from this
time to the end of the present volume,
that by paying the amount of one dollar,
the paper may be obtained until that time
—and in remitting for subscriptions com.
mencing after the date of our 26th No.
our friends will please notice these terms.
03” As many of our subscribers are
in arrears for the past and present Vols.
of our papers—and as just about this
time, the publisher would be happy to ac
knowledge through the paper a lengthy
list of payments—it is hoped that this no
tice to 6uch of our patrons, will be con
sidered a sufficient dun , and that their
compliance, by paying up, will prevent
the necessity of reminding them at ano
ther time.
Mesmerism Triumphant:
Dr. Dugas removed the entire breast
of Mrs. Clark of Columbia, on the 12th
inst., during the mesmeric sleep, without
giving any pain whatever. After the
somnolent state had passed away, the pa
tient had to be convinced by direct ex
amination of the part, that the diseased
breast had been removed. This is won
derful—but to doubt its truth, is to set at
defianco tho testimony of the senses, ns
well as to deny the possibility of truth
in man; and to explain it, so as to de
stroy confidence in its power, is to op
pose the extended use of what w ill cer
tainly greatly diminish the sufferings of
our race.
Daguerreotype Miniatures.
We have examined several specimens
of Daguerreotype miniatures, by Dr.
•Halsee, now at the Masonic Hall in this
city, and do not hesitate to pronounce
them equal to any we have ever seen.
Those who have a taste for this novel
art will be highly gratified by a visit to
his rooms, where they will recognize the
“counterfeit presentments” of most of
the Medical Faculty, the Clergy and ma
ny others of our citizens. Besides the
high recommendation of excellency, Dr.
Halsee’s prices are so moderate as to
place his miniatures within the reach of
all. Those who desire to obtain correct
duplicates of their faces, should embrace
tho present opportunity of obtaining
them.
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03“ We are pleased With the numbers
of the Protestant Unionist, of Pittsburg,
Pa., with which we have been favored,
both because in the general, it labors
with us for moral reform; and because,
in the particular matter which gives it
its name, it has adopted tho heavenly
principle of conducting discussion in
love. With it, “truth, argument, and
persuasion,” alone, are to be employed
to settle controverted questions; and
these in the abiding recollection of the
fact, that their opponents are “fellow
men, inheritors alike of the calamities
of the fall, destined to the same resting
place—the grave, equally the objects of
God’s love, and the Saviour’s dying phi
lanthropy, in the Gospel scheme, and to
be summoned to the same bar of right
cous retribution.” Such noble principles,
faithfully adhered to, cannot fail to
promote harmony and kindly feeling
among the good of the two great branch
es of the Christian family, and therefore
we feel to say to the philanthropic Edi-
tors, —“ God speed you,” in your “ work
of love.”
We have read several articles from the
pen of each of the editors, and confi
dently believe they will maintain the
high ground they have assumed, and shed
light upon, and elicit love from, every
subject they may investigate. We there
fore warmly recommend it to the pat
ronage of our readers, and will cheer
fully order it for any of our friends.
03” We have received with great
pleasure the Sheet Anchor of Boston; a
periodical “devoted exclusively to the
cause of seamen—to virtue—to temper
perance—to humanity—to intelligence,”
—and conducted, according to our judg
ment, with most commendable spirit and
skill. We heartily cheer its lively and
able Pilots, and wish them favoring
breezes, smooth seas, prosperous voyages,
and finally, safe anchorage in the affec
tions of their patrons, and in the appro
bation of God.
There is much in this beautiful little
sheet, to commend it to the patronage of
others besides the sons of the ocean ; it
contains information of much value to all
classes of readers, is conducted with tal
ent, and costs but one dollar per annum.
For whom shall we order it? Lovers of
wit and virtue, —our appeal is to you!
“ The Little Georgian ,” published at
Forsyth, by Solomon Harris.—This pa
per has been enlarged and improved,
and comes to us, weekly, well filled with
interesting and useful matters. Indeed
we do not know any paper in our State
more worthy of being a general favorite,
than the Little Georgian. Its present
size is as large as the Washingtonian—
the terms of subscription $1 50 per an
num.
Factories and Rum.
As journalists, observant of what is
around us, wo feel it our duty to encour
ago what is right and to restrain what is
wrong, as far as our ability permits ; and
as the project of adding manufacturing,
to our commercial industry, with some
things among us that may operate inju
riously upon it, afiords us an opportunity
of performing these duties, we shall with,
out apology offer the following remarks
to our readers.
That diversified industry is absolutely
essential to the prosperity of any and ev
ery largo community, is felt and ac
knowledged by all; but that legislation,
to induce this state of things where it
does not already exist, is equally indis
pensable, does not appear to be so uni
versally conceded. Yet a little reflec
tion will satisfy every mind that it is true.
Could new factories compete with old
ones, and surmount all the difficulties in
separable from an infantile state, unless
the city should foster them, at least, by
relieving them from the heavy taxation
which town property and stocks have to
pay? Will underwriters insure such
property, unless the laws protect it from
the immediate contact of dram-shops?
Would capitalists risk their money in
such estalishments, before being assured
of patronizing legislation on tho one
hand, and protection on the other? We
think not, and therefore, as we highly ap
prove of real domestic industry, we intro
duce the subject in order to suggest the
propriety of some demonstration from
our civil authorities in its favor. With
out some understanding on this subject,
it would be unsafe to move in this mat
ter, because the early struggles of manu
facturing establishments to discipline,
and thereby secure the proper kind of
workmen, might produce such prejudices
as seriously to endanger the success of
the enterprise.
But our main object is a blow at the
detestable rum traffic. Experience has
shewn that factories must be secured
against the carelessness and incapacities
of the slightest degrees of inebriation ;
and this cannot be done if groggeries
are permitted to be within the reach of
the workmen every time they step out of
the buiidings. Besides, unless there are
positive regulations upon this subject,
under very serious penalties, these sinks
of iniquity will be established all around
them. We know there will be jugs of
liquor, hid under the beds in their neigh
borhood to sell to the hands: secret as
well as open "toggeries must therefore
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i be provided against, or mischief will come
of it.
The matter then stands thus : Augusta
must vary and extend its industry, or sink
to comparative insignificance; it must re
strain the traffic in rum, or it cannot safe
ly extend its industrial pursuits! What
will she do? What will the grog-sellers
do ? Some of them wish to be thought
good and patriotic citizens—will they
prove it now, by stopping a trade which
stands in the way of the prosperity of
this lovely place ? We shall see.
Privileged Classes!
The institutions of our country were
intended to insure equal privileges to all
classes of citizens; but in their opera
tion or perversion they have failedto effect
this just and desirable object. My present
object is to point out this failure as it re
gards a class, much more justly entitled
to the appellation of, Lqbds of the Rum
Bottles, than manufacturers are to theirs
—“Lords of the Spindles.”
This class alone have the right to
kill off both friends and enemies, by re
tailing to them, what every body knows
will kill. They only, are permitted to
intoxicate their fellow citizens to mad
ness, and then to have them punished for
any disorderderly conduct which may re
sult therefrom. None else are allowed to
infuriate a crowd, and turn them loose
to disturb their neighbors. None else
have the privilege of carrying on their
tradeson the Lord’sday,and at all hours of
every night, except in cases of necessity,
j Who but them, could escape the peniten
tiary or the gallows, if the death of our
citizens could be traced to them as cer
tainly as to the rum-sellers? Who else
could escape universal detestation, if the ;
beggary of children, misery of wives,
and nearly all the desolations of society,
could be proved upon them, as these
things can be on the rum-sellers?
Yes! Rum-sellers are our privileged
class—they are our nobility, if monopo- j
ly in wrong can confer this distinction! j
Let the people of the country, and of the
towns decide why this is so. Let them
determine, whether this be republicanism, j
—whether this was the object for which
our fathers bled,—and, whether our coun
try is to be forever cursed, by this black,
and foul, and impious blot upon its es
cutcheon.
A Warning to Drunka; ds and others.
Four drunkards of this vicinity have j
lately fallen victims to the unholy object
of their beastly worship. And oh! j
how horriblo and terrible was their end.
To die without hope in God is awful un
der any circumstances, but to die in this
condition, tormented by raging flames
within, and terrified by demons appearing
on every side frorn % without, forms a cli
max of horror, misery and despair be-1
yond description—yes, beyond concep
tion. Is it strange that the soul in its
terrors should drive the mind into mad
ness, and the body into convulsions?!
Drunkarks! this is your doom here!
—what will it be hereafter?
Grog-sellers! this is your work, and
these are to be the swift witnesses against
you at the bar of God.
Citizens! here are the fruits of the
evil your indifference sanctions !—Your
energy might correct!
For the Washingtonian.
Old Jones’ Talks.
Deacon D. and Death in co-partnership ,
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Mr. Washingtonian: —l promised a j
little back, to give you somo account
about Deacon D. and Death, and how
they get on in business. They have a
shop, near the track of the Central Rail
way, where they deal out “ liquid fire and
distilled damnation” in considerable
quantities. Their object, their sole ob
ject is to kill the souls and bodies of their
customers. This work is accomplished,
in some cases, by a slow and gradual
process; in others it is the business of a
few hours only.
Last fall, a young man living in an ad-*
joining county with a widow sister, had
occasion to visit his father, who resides
near the shop of Deacon D. and Death,
but on the opposite side of the rail road.
He called at the shop in the afternoon,
took a draught of the liquid fire and pass
ed on—had not proceeded far 1 , on the
j way to his father’s, when he met an old
: friend, who persuades him to return and
j take a frigidly glass with him—he re
| luctantly complies. Glass follows glass
in rapid succession— Deacon D. is in
his element, and Death ‘grins horribly a
ghastly smile’ over his victim. The
friends who are drinking together are soon
| quarrelling. A fight soon follows—then
another—and another! The unhappy
jouth, about dark, swallows down one
more heavy potation, and leaves again
for his father’s. Deacon D. had done
his part, and left it to Death to do his!
The engineer of a train of freight cars
was making a curve of the road with
usual velocity, when he discovered just
ahead, something which he took to be a
log across the track. He did his utmost
to stop the Engine, but in vain—and, in
the instant when he was about to pass
over it, discovering that it was a man, he
averted his face, with a shudder of hor
ror, to avoid beholding the dreadful ca
tastrophe. It was the young man who
had just left Deacon D’s shop. His
body was completely severed apart about
the loins. The tracks of his horse were
discovered, where he hJd plunged up a:
steep bank, when the rider had fallen
backwards. The engineer and fireman
wept like children over the mangled
corpse of the unhappy youth !
A few days ago I met Deacon D. in
the street. With a hypocritical smile he
approached and called me “ Brother.” I
felt my blood chill as I experienced the
touch of that hand, which is in such an
awful league with Death and Hell. I trust,
Mr. Editor, that you have no such Dea
cons about Augusta. What, a Christian
dealing in ardent spirits ? As soon would
l expect to see an angel from heaven
circulating the works of Tom Paine, or'
a devil preaching the gospel and weeping |
over sinners !! Old Jones.
At my Post , Jan. 10, 1845.
Combined Evils of Intemperance.
Its march of ruin is onward ! It rea
ches abroad to others—invades the fami
ly and .social circles—and spreads woe
and sorrow on all around. It cuts down
youth in its vigor, manhood in its strength j
and age in its weakness. It breaks the j
father’s heart—bereaves the doting moth- j
er—extinguishes natural affection—era
ces conjugal love—blots out filial attach
ment—blights parental hope, aud brings
down mourning age “in sorrow to the
grave.” It produces weakness, not
strength—sickness, not health—death,
not life. It makes wives widows—chil- 1
dren, orphans—fathers, fiends—and all;
of them beggars. It hails fever—feeds ;
rheumatism—nurses gout —welcomes ep
idemics—invites cholera—imparts pesti- j
lence, and embraces consumption. It
covers the land with idleness, poverty,
disease and crime. It fills your jaiis,
supplies your alm-houses—and' demands
your asylums. It engenders controver- j
sies—tosters quarrels—and cherishes ri
loves mobs. It crowds your penitentia- s
ries, and furnishes the victims for your
scaffolds. It is the life-blood of the'
gambler—the aliment of the counterfeit
er—the prop of the highwayman, and
the support of the midnight incendiary.!
It countenances the liar, respects the |
thief, and esteems the blasphemer. It j
violates obligation, reverences fraud, and '
honors infamy. It defames benevolence,
hates love, scorns virtue, and slanders in
nocence. It incites the father to butcher
his offspring—helps the husband to mas
sacre his wife—and aids the child to
grind the parricidal axe. It burns up
man—consumes woman—detests life—
curses God, and despises Heaven. It
suborns witnesses—nurses perjury—de
fies the jury-box—and stains the judicial
ermine. It bribes votes—-disqualifies vo
ters—corrupts elections—pollutes our in
stitutions, and endangers our government
It degrades the citizen, debases the legis
lator-dishonors the statesman, and dis
arms the patriot. It brings shame, not
honor; terror, not safety ; despair, not
hope ; misery, not happines. And now,
with the malevolence of a fiend, it calm
ly surveys its frightful devastations, and
insatiate with havoc, it poisons felicity,
kills peace, ruins morals, slays reputation
blights confidence, and wipes out nation
al honor-then curses the world, and
laughs at its ruin.
From the Marylahd Temperance Herald.
Sea and I,and Snakes.
There have been a great many stories
about the Sea-serpent, and when he has
been seen; and every once and awhile
some new wonderment or strange story
is got up about his reappearance, and the
many new shapes and the strange doings
which he exhibited; but with all the
Yankee watchfulness, skill and ingenui
ty, they have never so clearly ascertain
ed his whereabouts as to be a' '* to fasten
a harpoon in him, or tow him on shore.
Now as there is but little prospect of our
ever having a fair view of this Sea-ser
pent, or more satisfactory accounts than
those which we have already had, from
! time to time, in the daily papers, I have
1 thought it might not be uninteresting to
your readers to give you a short account
of a kind of Land Snake, that may be
found coiled up in all our large taverns
or hotels, and in most all of our victual
and oyster houses, and most certainly in
all retail liquor shops. His first appear
ance is so small that he cannot only creep
into a stone jug or bottle, but is frequent
ly invisible when there, unless with the
aid of glasses —and it is only when thro’
their medium he is drawn out, that his
full length is discernable. His most fa
vorite lurking places are in casks and
kegs, in bottles of Champagne, and old
bottled Madeira ; and he is always fbund
in that part of the house called the bar
room, or place of refreshment, and he
never leaves these, his favorite retreats,
without fixing his lodgment in some hu
man body, where the effects of its poi
sonous sting or bite is soon discernable
in the languor and heaviness of the eye,
and its bloodshot appearance, and the
swelling of the eye-lids; the flushed
cheek, the rubicond and purpled appear
ance of the nose. As the poison strikes
deeper, it is accompanied bv a tottering
gait; the ancle and knee joints refusing
to do their duty—incoherent and half fin
ished sentences, with mutterings and
curses, attended with a demoniacal or
savage look in some—with a silly, good
humored, mellowness of the eye in oth
ers, mixed with an enlargement of the
imaginative powers—so that under the
influence of the strong delusion of this
Land Snake’s bite, it not unfrequentlv
happens that you hear one proclaiming
his great strength; and while scarcely
able to stand, swears he can whip any
halt a dozen that will come on. Anoth
er who cannot regulate his knee and an
cle joints, knows all about regulating the
government; and without a cent in his
pocket, proclaims himself as rich as Crce
sus, and knows more about the finances
ot the country than any banker in it.—
Neighbors who continue to resort to these
hotels, taverns, oyster-houses, and retail
liquor stores, look out for these Land
Snakes. One thing is not, however, to
be slightly passed over, and that is, that
ili health, loss of appetite, deformity of
vi.-age, and shabbiness of appearance,
with destruction of all physical powers,
which are the sure and certain conse
quences of tampering with the drinks
that contain these snakes, making true
the declaration of the wisest of men—
“ That at last it biteth like a serpent and
slingeth like an adder."
“Little Fools and (treat Ones.”
A song under this title is now going
the rounds of the papers. Under which
of the two denominations tho author of it
may be classed, our readers can judge for
themselves, on perusing the first verse.
"When at the social board you sit,
And pass around the wine;
Remember, though abuse is vile,
The use may be divine,
That Heaven in kindness gave the grape,
To cheer both great and small;
That little fools will drink too much,
But great ones none at all.
How dreadful smart! It is all over
with the cause of the teetotalers! How
can they resist such conclusive reason
ing? The man who squanders his time
and money at the pot-house, who is turn
ed out of employ as too unsteady to be
useful or trustworthy, who beats and
starves his family ; the man who devotes
his life to disease, and terminates it it in
the alms-house, a prison, or the gutter—
that man is only in some small degree a
fool! But he who rises superior to tempt
ation ; he who looks not upon the wine
when it is red, but passes it by untasted ;
the man who stands erect in health and
vigor, and the dignity of his nature ; the
man to whom his family can look up with
pride as their hope and stay; whose life
is a career of usefulness, and whose death
removes the only barrier that separates
him from the fellowship of angels,—that
man is a great fool!
We request the author to annex the
following stanza to his next edition of
the song. He will find it perfectly in
keeping with his reason, and calculated
to do as much benefit to the community:
When with a band of rogues you sit,
And thieving plots combine
Remember, tho’ to rob aint right,
. To steal is quite divine !
That Heaven in kindness gave us hands,
To plunder great and small;
That little fools wili steal too much,
But great ones not at all!
N. Y. Organ. .
The Same Path Leads to the Same End.
“ Here, take this bill and get me its
worth in temperance documents,” said a
gentleman connected with one of the