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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. eTi " ■ "• ■" ijT 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 —J-J—MBL... ■— 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 , dfC. 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