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JAMES GARDNER, JR., )
and I Editor*.
JAMES M. SMYTHE, )
LINES
Written at the Grave of my infant daughter
Adei.ia, mho died June Ith, 1851.
BY EDWIN V. SHARP.
Here, in this consecrated shade,
Where melancholy rules tho scone,*
And many, who re oft smiled and prayed,
Lie heedless 'neath the sylvan green
Here too, in these neglected rounds,
Where many ancient names appear
Mould ring 'midst decaying mounds,
Now coldly sleeps our daughter dear.
Here gentle tephyrs BofUy blow.
And kissing leaflets graceful wave;
The sun that warms the earth below,
Looks dimly down on Della’s grave.
Thou moetest, babe, an early doom;
Thou r t flfee from trouble, pain and fear;
Thy fate I'll mourn, while o’er thy tomb
Thy mother drops the “frequent tear.’’
Thy vacant cradle's now laid by;
It’s lull no more shall soothe to sleep;
Each hour we miss thy winsome eye,
And those last looks which mado us weep.
Thoso playful eyes have lost their charms,
(Which, I am told, resembled mine,)
No more we ll press thee in our arms,
Nor kiss those cherub lips of thine.
* A deop gloom pervades the Contreville Grave
Yard, nt all hours, but is greater with the early and
later hours of tho dav- Wild vines cross tho paths
in every direction. Tho very dense foliage refuses
to lot the sun touch tho ground; yet, occasionally
we observe a very faint ray struggling through, as
if to warm tho chill atmosphere, or steal the scanty
dew-drops from somo green blado.
Letter of Governor McDonald.
We copy from the Marietta Advocate the
following letter from Governor McDonald,which
speaks for itself. It is explicit, so much so that
none can misunderstand him.
Marietta, August 18, 1851.
Mr. Editor: —l have just read a note from Mr.
Cobb to the Editor of the “Southern Banner’
referring to my denial of a statement made by a
reporter of his speech at Thotnasville. In that
note he remarks, that “I can see no poiut in
Judge McDonald's denial of the reporters state
ment, unless he intends to convey the idea that
the invitation would have been accepted if it hail
been foimally tendered.” The inference of Mr.
Cobb is incorrect. 1 presumed that his friend,
who reported his speech, thought that he might
impair the strength of the cause which 1 am en
deavoring to sustain, by the gasconade, and there
fore knowing it to be untrue, my denial was in
tended to counteract any effect which the repor
ter expected it to produce.
Before my nomination, in a letter to a friend
who had insisted, that, if called on, I should allow
my name to be used, 1 informed him, that if it
was expected that the Candidate of the Conven
tion should canvass the State, some other selec
tion must be made.—l have since made this de
termination known, and 1 think it must be
known to my distinguished opponent. My
opinions have been fully and unreservedly put
before the public, ami I considered the people
sufficiently enlightened to judge of them. Unless
garbled, they are not subject to misrepresenta
tion. I have been twice before the people, for
the same office, and I made no speeches then.
I have the same abiding confidence in their in
telligence ami honesty of purpose now, that I
had then. I trust that they will not be swayed
by the calumny, that, in endeavoring to sustain
Cpustitution^o^^ancMtore.and
binds the Union together. If that is destroyed,
the Union is gone.
I am not disjposed to execute a (lower of at
torney to any friend to discuss with Mr. Cobb.
Freedom of speech is guaranteed to every citizen
in the Constitution, and l am not disposed, even
by implication, to restrict it. But should any
friend, elanting his constitutional right, think
proper to discuss with him, that there may be
no mistake, I insist that lie shall not represent
me as holding opinions different from those which
I have written, ami tuke care not to allow an is
sue to be made which lias ulready been settled
by the people of Georgia, and which cannot
arise in the present canvass.
Charles j. McDonald.
Letter from Shelton to his Mother.—
The Kent News says the following is a copy of
a letter from William Shelton to his mother
written two days before his execution:
Chestkrtown Jail. Aug. 6.
My Dear Mother:—l have seen you for the last
time in this world—on the day alter to-morrow
l shall close my life on the gallows. I ac
knowledge on many occasions I sinned against
you, and set at deliance your words of reproof
and advice: and often nave you cautioned me
against the paths 1 was pursuing, and predicted
that they would terminate in a disgraceful death.
May all young men take warning from me, and
when violating the obligations due to parents,
and especially to mothers who bore them, and’
nursed them in infancy, remember that the end
of such is certain and sudden destruction. How
true will your prophetic words prove—when in
the anguish of vour soul you have expressed your
fears that my days would be ended on the scaf
fold or within the bars of a prison. 1 pray that
Good will forgive all the satTering and anguish
that I have caused you, and that, in his mercy,
he will soften this last blow from an undutiful
son upon the heart of a mother. In my dying
my last thoughts—will turn to you, and my last
piayer, next to mercy on my own sinful soul,
wiil be, that God will stay and support your de
clining years.
I can say nothing to comfort or console you,
except to protest my innocence. I enclose you
a lock of my hair, which I hope you will keep
in memory of your unfortunate and miserable
son. Wm. Shelton.
W. &A. R. Rail Road.
We took a hasty run, over this Road, on Tues
day last to Kingston. We were gratified to find
that the old Passenger Cars had lost their places
on the Road, and two new Cars, Manufactured
at Augusta, strong, plain and comfortable, were
in their places. Kncourage our own Machanics
and we will effectually vindicate “ Southern
Rights'’
We found the Officers on the Road, as usual,
polite and attentive. If Engineers, watching
the track with eyes that never blink, and hands
upon the lever that never p ill, could prevent ac
cidents, we think all would be prevented on the
Georgia State Road. All the difficulties, that
have yet occurred, have been mainly caused by
the bad iron on the Road; this, Col. Mitchell in
formed us, would soon be removed, and the
all re-laid, with the proper kind of iron.
The work is now going on.
The crowd of passengers, going both ways
over the Road, is gratifying evidence that cheap
fare accommadates the people, and that the reve
nue to the instead of diminishing, is in
creasing. The Springs in upper Georgia are full
of visitors, nine-tenths of whom travel over the
Road.— Chattanooga Gazette. 22 d inst.
We learn from Muscatine^l^a' very 1
destructive freshet occurred there on the 11th
inst., causing great loss of life and property The ‘
freshet occurred at night, the creek rising to an
unusual height, sweeping away many houses and
every thing in its course. In one house was a 1
woman and three children, all of whom were *
drowned. The damage to the public works
plone, is upwards of ten thousand dollars
AUGUSTA, GA. j
SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 24.
For Governor.
CHARLES J. MCDONALD.
For Congress—Eighth District,
ROBERT McMILLAN, of Elbert.
WUMT CIRCULATION IN THE BTATE. ~
Appointments of 001. McMillan.
Col. McMillan will address his fellow-citizens
At Augusta, Tuesday, Sept. 2nd.
At Judge Neal’s Mills, Warren co., Thursday,
Sept. 4th.
Mr. Toombs.
We showed yesterday that Mr. Toombs talk
ed loudly about resistance. Let us now see, first,
whether he had a hope of getting the justice he
demanded, and, secondly, whether he obtained it.
Alluding to his demand to have the territories
open alike to the people of the South and the
North, with their property of every kind, he said
as follows, in his speech of February, 1850:
“ The demand is just. I see no reatonable pros
pect that you will grant it. The fact cannot long
er be concealed —the declaration of members here
prove it —the action of this house is daily demon
strating it,that we are in the midst ofalegistative
revolution, the object of which is to trample uruler
foot the const'tut ion and the laws , and make the
will of the majority the SUPREME law of the
LAND.”
“ Our security under the constitution is based
solely upor good faith. There is nothing in
its structuie which makes aggression permanent
ly impossible. It requires neitherskill nor genuis,
nor courage to perpetrate it; it requires only
BAD FAITH. 1 have studied the histories of
nations and the characteiistics of mankind to
but little purpose if that quality shall be fountl
WANTING in the FUTURE ADMINISTRA
TION of our own affairs. 1 ’
Now We will show tliat Mr. Toombs fears
were fully realized. The following is a part of a
debate in the House of Representatives:
“ Mr. Seddon, of Va., moved the following
amendme.il, to come in immediately after the
provision that the Tet.itories when formed into
States, should be admitted with or with slavery,:
as the people should in their constitutions declare
‘“Andthat prior to the formation of State
constitut'oiis there shall be no prohibition by rea
sons of any law or usage existing in said terri
tory, or by the action of the territorial legisla
ture, of the emigration of all riiiimt of the Uni
ted States, with any kind of prouertu, recognized
as such in any of the States of the Union.’ ”
We might produce other propositions and
amendments, having for their object the same
enJ. but, for the sake of brevity we take only
this, as all of them met the same fate. This pro
| position, so reasonable and just, for which Mr.
Toombs voted, obtained 55, and was lost by a
negative ofßs votes. This was hostile legis
lation. It was an unequivocal denial to the
people of the South, of the light to go to the ter
ritories with their slaves. Mr. Seddon’s avowed
object, was to open the tciritories for slavehold
* ers with their slaves. The Northern members
i so understood it, and voted it down. We quote,
now from a letter of Mr. toombs to the editor
of the Auguda Republic, dated the 3d of October,
1850, in which he unequivocally admit®, that
[ the Mexican laws, which he says were in force
• and excluded Southerners, with their slaves from
f the territories, wore not repealed, by the Com
» - nt. udm ■ —— —««».\...i. i.q boasts so much.
i “In defending the territorial bills recently
passed for the goveruement of New Mexico and
■ Utah, I stated that the South surrendered nothing
by them, but gained every thing but the repeal
1 of the Mexican laws, and that a large majority
1 of the South held that they were void without a
' repeal, and that any legislation to rejieal them
1 was unconstitutional.”
What then becomes of Mr. Toombs's demaiul
i for an equal participation in the territories, and
his declaration of hostility to the government if
it failed to jierfbrm its duty and repeal them. We
conclude our extract! from .Mr. Toombs’s speech
es, letters, and address to the people of the
South, with one or two more, to show what he
. thought would be the consequence of submission
TO WRONG.
From his February speech:
“ It scarcely remains to he seen whether this
shall be an exception to the general rule, that
concessions to unjust demands are fruitful of no
thinr but FUTURE AGGRESSIONS.”
“He who counts the danger of detending his
own honor, is already degraded; the people who
count the cost of maintaining their political rights,
are ready for slavery.”
From his address to the iieople of the South :
“ Owing to accidental circumstances, and want
of knowledge of the true condition of things in
the Southern States, the larger portion of the
press and of the political literature of the world
nas been directed against us. The moral power
of public opinion carries political strength along
with it, anil, if against us, uv must wrestle with it
or fall.”
So far from writing or permiting anything
to defend the rights of the South, or state truly
its case, the papers here (in Washington) are en
gaged in lulling the South into a false security, and
in manufacturing there an artificial public senti
ment, suitable for some Presidential platform,
though at the , xpense of any and every interest you
may possess, ho matter how dear or how vital aiul
momentous.'’
We have, in our various articles shown, that
Mr. Toomb« calculat 'd the value of the Union—
that in his indictment of the North, he charged
that section w ith putting to extreme hazard the '■
equality of the Southern States, the softy of fif
teen hundred millions of tiwir slave property, and
indirectly an incalculable amount of other pro
perty—with subjecting to the most imminent
danger of overthrow the social forms and institu
tions of the South, ami even similar danger to the
safety and ices of her people. We have shown
that he urged resistance to these assaults upon us,
and declared, that if the South yielded her claim
to an equal participation in the territory, she would,
in hit opinion, fall like Lucifer, never to rise
again. We have shown that Mr. Toombs re
posed no confidence in the justice of the North,
or belief that our l ights would be granted to us, by
a repeal of the Mexican laws, or a practical ad
mission of them.
We have shown, by his own admission, that
those laws Aar. not been repealed, and that we
cannot go to the territories in safety with our
slave property. We have offered little comment
in connection with the presentation of these
facts. Our arguments have been drawn from !
Mr. Toombs's ow n speeches and writings. It |
is difficult, yea, impossible for him to reconcile ; 1
his former with his present position; nor can he
‘‘refute the arguments” which these extracts pre
sent without denying and refuting his previous ■
lofty positions, and thrilling vindication of South- <
em honor, interests and rights. ]
What, then, is the upshot of the whole matter
with this son of the South, who was to valiant 1
in words, that his constituents, and the peo
ple every where, believed him to be a tree
“ brave” who would fight with as much courage
in the field, as be had talked eloquently in coun
cil. But alas! many now believe that he was
engaged to „
“ Practice distances to cringe not fight."
If his patriotism has not forsaken him, “it i*
like the glimering light of the moon, when it
shines through broken clouds, and the mist is
on the hills; the blast of the north is on the plain
the traveler shrinks in the middle of his journey.”
People of the Eight Congressional District!
oh South! you want a spirit that quails not —that
shrinks not , to sustain you. You want a cloudless
light to guide you, in these times of peril, to a just
triumph and political safety. We call upon you
to pause, and ponder the course of events and the
actions of men. You are in danger and to YOUR
SELVES, ALONEjcAN YOU LOOK FOE SAFBTY. If the
arms of the mighty have become powerless, no
matter from what cause, arouse, seize the weapons
which they no longer wield in your defence, and
strike for equality and justice , or sink into abject and
hopeless submission.
The Ladies tor Southern Rights.
We have renewed confidence in the justice and
the success of our cause, with each new indica
tion that the ladies are on our side. We receiv
ed this week, from Habersham county, a letter
enclosing a list and the money for fifty campaign
papers, at the close of which, the writer says:
“The ladies of this place subscribed half of the
money enclosed, to pay for your paper. They
are all Southern Rights in these diggings.”
We are certain their persuasive tongues will
appeal with irresistible force to the voters in
their neighborhoods, to stand up manfully for
State Rights and Southern Rights.
With such allies, W'e hope to achieve some
thing even among the Wofford settlements.
The Rail Road Celebration at Charleston, Tenn.
We stated in our daily of the 21st instant, that
the citizens of Calhoun and Charleston, Tenn.,
would celebrate the completion of the Ist section
(of 40 miles) of the East Tennessee and Georgia
Rail Road, at the latter place, on Wednesday, the
27th inst. We have been requested to state that
the celebration has been postponed to sth of
September.
University of Nashville.
We would call attention to the advertisement
I of this institution, in this day's paper. The Fa
! culty is composed of gentlemen well known to
■ the profession.
Defeat oi General Combs for Congress in Ken
tuck.y
i The New York Tribune says:
“We may here express our profound regret and
j disappointment at the failure of Gen. Combs to
carry this District at the election which has just
' taken place. No man in the State could do more
' honor to Kentucky in Congress, or better serve
■ the country. Apart'from some personal opposi
s tion to Gen. C., on which we do not choose to
comment, but which, we may say, is by no means
’ discreditable to him, the cause of his defeat is to
r be found in the spirit that has grown up in the
, Whig party since 1849, when the slavery ques
l tion began to he agitated with reference to the
new and old Constitution. In the County of
1 Fayette, for instance, the residence of Mr. Clay,
1 heretofore largely Whig, the representation in the
- Legislature has been equally divided, the County
sending one Whig and one Opposition; the latter
rescntaliveeTecrto Congress. 'How great has
f been the influence of this spirit may be seen in
“ the fact that Gen. Combs failed to carry the
? Countv by half its former majorities. The same
L cause has made a deep and lasting impression, as
v we understand, in other Whig Counties of the
a District.”
Exactly. That slavery question has done it
y in Kentucky, and why should it not do the same
I thing in Georgia? A popular orator, and leader
I is defeated, in Kentucky, because he has not been
true to the rights of the South. The representa
tion of the county in which Mr. Clay lives is
divided for the same reason. Why should not
similar results take place in Georgia. l 'A sud
den sad reverse of mighty woes” awaits some
hitherto popular leaders in Georgia.
Abolition Rejoicings over the Compromise.
, The New York Tribune rejoiced over the Com
t promise after the following fashion.
“The great battle of this generation be
tween Freedom and Slavery has been fought
1 and won by those who from 1836 to 1850 reso
-1 lutely upheld, during the fierce conflicts of all
• those years, the Wilmot Proviso. The con
test of the Proviso secures our Mexican Terri
tories TO FREEDOM. In this great result we
; behold its glorious reward. We may, therefore,
in the main, be content with the fruits of
. THAT CONTEST.
I “IN THIS RICH HARVEST, THE TRUE
FRIENDS OF LIBERTY MAY EVERY
WHERE SHARE, AND MAY' REJOICE IN
THE ABUNDANCE. They may tvell regard
it with PROUD SATISFACTION, and repose
in tranquility over what is thus achieved for
the Cause of Humanity.
“In the TRIUMPHANT MARCH of the
CAUSE OF FREEDOM, finally marked by the
events alluded to, we find the LIVELIEST
SATISFACTION. That cause had suffered no
serious interruption in its career, though assailed
at every step by open foes and treacherous friends.
Its course has been steadily forward, its con
quests unequivocal and glorious.”
Now let Georgians who are called upon to
make Mr. Cobb Governor, remember that he
says, the Compromise over which a Northern
Free-soil paper rejoices so much, is wise, liberal
and just.
We cant, for the life of us, admire this way of
being.
“So ready to do strangers good,
Forgetting ones own flesh and blood.’’
(communicated.)
ATHENS, Aug. —, 1851.
My Dear Constitutionalist :—l have a sort of
dreamy recollection, that some time in a fit of
reckless good nature, I promised to do the amiable
for you while Aoating about this summer. Nay,
if you should claim that the date was “ twelve
months and a day - ’ past, and that I have been
your debtor for that time, I must, I suppose, con
| less the " soft impeachment,' 1 and throw myself,
! for excuse, upon my reserved constitutional rights
of constitutional laziness.
I did promise—I acknowledge it, and what can
you ask more. Let bye-gone, be bye-gone.—and
this season I will try and wipe off old scores, in
terest and all provided.
It is very fashionable to correspond with an
editor; every travellei (and every man is a tra- j
veller now-a-days,) becomes a contributor to
some seven by nine sheet, and fills its columns
with the namby pamby gossip picked up by a
day's residence at some flourishing village, or
popular watering place.
Agents and sub-agents, conductors and omni
bus drivers, bar-keepers, and waiters <T Hotel, are
regulary bespattered with praise ; and the only ]
one forgotten, or u damn ; d with faint praise, is I
poor Tom, who is left unpaid, for not “ doing the
impossible.”
Place me not in that category, I implore you.
Head not my scribbling*, with some quaint de
vice. Shock not my modesty by announcing
these sheets as from “a valued correspondent.”
If there is one thing which “ I love to hate, it
is the cant of the day, and the humbug of the
press. I am, therefore, not going to give you
“Hints from a Traveller,” “Sketches by the Way
side,” “Letters from under a Bridge,” nor “First
Impressions,” nor any thing o r the sort; but plain,
frank and free, (all but the postage,) and when
at the usual rate “‘ where the weight does not
exceed half an ounce.”
To begin at the beginning, I left in the early
train, and looking round the car saw many a good
looking (sullen) countenance,with half shut eyes
and some half a gaped, as if the morning air did
not agree with them. Nodded to half a score,
and finally found myself seated in juxtaposition,
with a red faced and sandy haired specimen ol
stall fed humanity, whose determined moustache
proclaimed him master of a Rice plantation, and
one of the chivalry. As we left
“ The pale air
Hung o'er the great city like a cloud."
I threw myself back on the seat and a feeling
of comfort and security, stole over me, and I fell
like following the example of others, and doz
ing till breakfast. To break the spell, I took a
book from my pocket, (a great resource by the
bye,) but before I could open it, I was called upon
to reply to one of the usual common place ob
servations of the hour, from my “fat compan
ion.” We soon, very naturally, slid into conver
sation, and long before we were notified thal
“ breakfast was on the table, and passengers had
better be in a hurry,” had became “ acquainted,”
exchanged cards, and finding our destination the
same, rose and walked in side by side, and then
walked into a very appetizing dejeune a forckette.
Having done the agreeable at Berzelia, we re
turned to the cars and resumed our seats, passing
many bright faces and smiling eyes, which be
fore were dark and pouting. A good breakfast
creates good humor, and good humor is a great
beautifier.
As there were no political differences for my
companion and myself to squabble about, we fell
into a strain of desultry chat, and long before we
reached Union Point, I noted him down
“ A merrier man
Within the limits of bocoming mirth
I never spent an hour’s talk withal.”
In fact, bating the peculiarities of Stateship—
particularly to be observed among those from the
sea board and islands—a great part of which is
to be attributed to the “ in and in" propensities
of the old families, I found him above an ordi
nary man. In tastes, habits and education, whol
ly Southern ; and it would have done your heart
i good to have heard us abuse the North, exceptio
1 exceptionis, from his “accidency” down to the
| rufT, scuffs and bod-tail of the “ modern Athens,”
the “ Commercial Emporium,” to the “ City of
■ brotherly love," all of which received their full
1 due of historical epithet, given with hearty good
will. He was not, r.or am I, nor, if you will
• probe the thought to the foundation, will you find
•njf who may be called disunionists, per se (vidi
, >sted in its purity—as it might still be made by
■ falling back upon the true spirit of the Constitu
tion ; but what it will never be so long as the
envious jealousy of the North looks with jaun
diced eye on our prosjjerity. The Union as it
now' is, with the Life, Liberty and Property Os
the South at the mercy of a fanatic majority
antagonists to honor, to humanity, who only de
lay to strike until they find the most vital part
exposed to the knife, and their victim unable to
return the blow—such an Union, whether sup
ported by Cobb, of the South, or Seward, of the
North,—w'e both hate, and hope and belive all
true Southern men will repudiate—spurn and se
cede from, and upon which the anathema mara
natha—amen.
About eleven o'clock, (mind I say about, for it
wont do to be particular as to minutes when we
are dry,) about eleven o'clock we made a halt at
Union Point. we both rose and proceeded
toward the door,- Mr. touched me upon the
arm, and with one of those signs essentially ma
sonic, requested me to walk with him in the bag
gage car. Here I discovered his servant evi
dently in a state of preparation. A basket which
seemed full of saw dust was produced and a lump
of chrystilization exposed. A curious case of
square Dutch glass bottles round the exterior
centre, and boxes of Sardines, &c., with many a
crisp biscuit filling up the centre itself.
His boy, with a grace peculiar to himself, spee
dily had the edibles arrayed, and without carry
ing compliments to excess, we were soon discuss
ing the merits of some choice ISO. 1 ), whose flavor
was brought in its bloom, by the melting chrys
tals which sparkled in the glass. As I declined
replenishing, a side look to his boy produced the
phenomenon of a bottle of Claret ensconsed in
the basket of saw dust, where it had been fra
ternizing for many an hour with the solid water
of that location. Well brushed and wiped, the
cork was soon drawn with that deep and sweet
sonorousness, which gives a warrantee of sound
ness to the interior. Its boquet at once proclaim
ed its family, and the ruby brightness of La Rose
in all its fragrant coolness, passed in light sips
over the pleased and satisfied palate. The Sar
dines and Biscuits were passed aside—we were
coqueting with our Claret, and luckily to crown
the whole, like incense after music, my segar
case was filled with some of Volgers best Rio
Hondos, and we were soon enjoying the com
bined richness of Cuba and of France. I felt at
peace with all the world, and at that moment,
would have done any thing for friend or foe ex
cepting always, hearing or reading one of
Toombs’s mystifications, or Cobb's defence of
free soilism, as exhibited in the fair, just and lib
eral principles of the Compromise.
The scenery around and about Union Point
was once interesting, but now not enough so, 1
however, as to make you wish a longer detention 1
than usually takes place; but, from the house on '
the hill, the eye has something to rest upon, and 1
as you pass for a mile or so from the junction and '
“ Spontaneous shoots the vine in rich festoon
From tree to tree depending; and the flowers '
Wreath with the chaplets sweet, though fading soon i
(Not) O er fallen column and decaying tower/’
All but the last line will answer very well in i
description, and if you will substitute tree for s
" column, and any thing equally metrical for i
towers.” you will not be very far out of the ' j
way. But this is a digression. Talking is inju- f
rious to digestion, and so by tacit consent we ad
joyf]j conversation for a short period, so that na
ture might restore herself by a “ masterly inac
tivity.”
In starting back to our seats, I noticed some of
the “ cheap Literature” of the day in almost
every hand. With a slow step and a quick eye
I made myself master of nearly all the varied
works, and sorry am I to say it, more than one
were translations of trash from the French School
of mawkish sentimentalism. How I hate them.
What a desecration for the eye of pure and vir
tuous woman to linger over the pages of Paul de
Kock, Victor Hugo, Eugene Sue, and mulatto D
umas. The first of which particularly, ought, by
legislative act, to be amongst the prohibited of
foreign fabrics. Shades of Irving. Halleck and
1 Paulding,—when you do become shades, —how
1 must you blush at the apparent taste of that sex
' your pens have almost deified, to see them turn
1 the prurient page of Europe's most poluted de
' bauchries. Many, no doubt, take up a work of
f this school in ignorance, continue it to “ the bit
-1 ter end,” because they have found some interest
' in the disjointed tale—probably, (I will hope,)
skip over the more luscious passages, and excuse
themselves to themselves, by saying: “oh it is
, only light reading for an hour.” Possibly, the
! work is not finished before it is cast aside at the
first stopping place—thrown away—left in the
t car, or at the first Hotel, as worthless. But the
, evil does not end there. It passes into other
! hands, before other eyes, and too frequently, its
loose sentiments find their way into other hearts.
A great deal of the fault lies with fathers and
husbands, brothers and lovers, who ought to be
. the watchful guardians of the mind, as they are
I faithful protectors of the persons of those who
, make or mar our happiness here, and often here
, after.
Had I a daughter, sister, or mistress, I would
feel myself less culpable were I to drug her food,
which could only destroy the body, than I would
be, were I to allow her to migle, this more than
poison, with her mental ailment, to the destruc
tion of that fair principle which inhabits the
beautiful temple of her person. Be not wroth
with me, my fair countrywomen, for you are all
fair! oh! how fair!—discard such trash—spit
upon it—trample it under your feet; there is
enough of pure literature to be found, whereon to
spend a tedious hour or day, in travelling—works
running parallel with the natural and pure feel
ings of your hearts, and which will a thousand
times over repay you for the time bestowed upon
them. Reflect for a moment. You do not be
belong to yourselves. You are not emancipated
from the bonds which belong to, and which hang
so gracetully on your sex, and without which you
loose your greatest ornament. You are not free,
or rather you ought not to be so. Break the
chain by which you are linked in helplessness to
man—assume independence in mind—that of
person will soon follow—and soon, giddy with
the unnatural liberty, you topple down—down
forever and forever. But I say again : a woman
can never be free. It is the distinction of the
sex, which is weakest both in soul and body, to
be always under protection and guidance, and
she ought not to wish to weaken the bonds that
make her dependant on the will and opinions of
another: her strength lies not in the admiration
of her lover; but m tne „, u ,„ ur
her husband. So ends homily the first, and if
you dont like it, do with it as we used to do the
hard words at school—skip it, and go on to the
next. I hardly know what put me in such a so
ber train of thought—perhaps it was the Claret
if so, I shall think better of it as long as 1 live ;
and herealter mark it in the catalogue of wines,
as a moral drink.
Stfhpee—whizz-zz—whyr-r-r-r- bif—bif—bif
—what in the name of apalio is the matter ? The
conductors are flying along like wild-fire. Bif—
bif—every body has their heads up—some out
of the windows, our speed slackens, the half
groan, half-bellow, and half-whistle, continues at
double quick—let us go toward the scene of con
fusion—there is a screw loose some where.
Bah, it was only a stubborn old cow who it saw,
had good blood in ber veins, and was not to be
frightened of the track ; she is of at last; see how
she moves in all the dignity of conscious safety.
Well, she has done some good. Every body is
wide awake—no more half closed ayes and nod
ding over dull stories. Books are shut up, and
mouths are open. Mr. and myself resumed
our chat. I found him more amusing than be
fore lunch—full of rich and racy story, and anec
dote of living man and things. The time pass
ed swiftly and pleasantly, until we came in sight
of the Athenian Depot.
How soon ugliness is forgotten. Not that I
would say that Mr. is decidedly ugly, ex
cept in the matter of the mustache, and against
that I most solemnly and firmly protest—but I
speak it in all fairness and honesty—l did not,
at first, think him much better looking than my
self; and, having admitted that much, you will
at once conceive that no artist of taste would
have selected either of us as models to grace his
studio.
As we neared the classic city, a feeling “mu
sical and melancholy,” stole over me. Visions
of the past—thoughts of the present. Who have
risen?—who fallen ?—who has been ostracised
by the people ? What patriot has bled to save
the liberty' of ungrateful populace? I asked,
aloud : Who, oh Fame! hast thou selected to
fill the vacant niches in thy temple ? Who to
laud in story or “ married to immortal verse ?”
And echo, as faithful as once on the banks of
Killarney, answered—“ Jane Young and Hol
sey ” 1!
I never was poetical. Even in those days
when birch was first applied to create an artifi
cial memory bearing upon the relationship of
Dactyl & Spondee, I never could “ conquer a
piece.” Once only was I guilty of attempting
verse ; and that a sonnet, written in “ unknown
quantities,” in honor of the daughter of the Pro
fessor of Mathematics. Mirabile! I have for
gotten it—but it must have been rich, for it put
the good old soul in a terrible stew when he found
it out. All that I recollect about it . is, that it
brought tears to my eyes—but no slumber to my
eye-lids, for many a night after. The germ of
Poesy was nipped in the bud, and prosaic I have
continued ever since. But there was something
in the connection of the “ too dear natnes ,” that
.ired me. Whatever way I turned, they flew
whirling through my brain. At last I gave up,
and let imagination have full sway. The result
was the following choice stanzas, which please
ask Oates to set to music, and sell for the pur
pose of paying poor dear Jenny : s prison charges.
“My ‘Banner’ Man, Advance.”
Sweet land of gentle streams and flowers,
Whose sons are brave, whose daughters fair,
Where the wild jasmine scents the bowers,
And fragrant myrtle fills the air:
How oft I've wandered o'er thy glades,
In the bright summer's scorching glow,
Or rested in the dark green shades
Which overhang sweet Tugalo.
And oft will mera'ry take me back
To many a wild and tangled dell,
Which first recoived my boyhood's track,
In wandering where I loved so well;
Or leaning on some sturdy oak,
I've lingered, listening to the Alow
Os gurgling waters as they broke,
In murmuring sounds o’er Tugalo.
***#*##*,
And many a bard, in after days.
In sweet remembrance shall strive
To tell —how wonderous ? in his lays
Os maids —still “ Young at forty-five.:'
And Jane and Holsey—classic sounds
In dulcet numbers lik'd, shall flow
Along Savannah's shady bounds,
In triplicate with Tugalo.
(Test unc affaire finie, and if you are not glad
of it, I am; as it will also finish a letter swell
to three stamps in value— poUaffirally.
The break which you observe in the verses, is
not a fault of mine—but the fact is, I could not
oring the finale to rhyme with Tugalo no how I
could fix it. If poetical license had allowed me
to have changed lo into /urn, all would have gone
well enough—because, if you must know, I had,
some how or other, stuck in Quattlebum, and no
art of mine could make Tugalo gingle with it.
I therefore made the sacrifice to the muses, and
struck it out. But, if you like the three stanzas _
which you see, how much more would you have . f
been delighted with the one you don't see. §
There was something so rich in it. As Lady
Montague, with such charming naivete, said to a
person who noticed the peculiar state of her
hands—“ Ah! but you should see my feet.”
Adieu. ION.
[communicated.]
WARRENTON, Aug. 6th, 1851.
Meurt. Eddy tors :—I aint in the habbet of ritin
newspaper squibs, and I should not pertend to
say a word at this time, if some little dirt-eating
“ feller,’’ over the signature of u X,” had not
squatted in behind his master's masked battery,
and fired off his pop-gun, in the Chronicle, about
our perlitical meetings in this county—especially
that one in Dooly. I was born and raised in this
county, and whenever a little Jack-leg “ feller ' 1
comes in here to make his living out of us, and
then undertakes to sneer at and make fun of
“plain, hospitable,straight forward, honest peo
ple,' 1 as this little “ feller ” has done, it makes
my dander ris in a minit. He even wishes he
had the genus of Longstreet, to ridicule the peo
ple of Dooly—and make fokes lass about their
commemmorating the 4th Saturday, instead of
the 4th day of July. He talks about “the dance
when the boys and gals took the trot together, the
old folks looking on with wonder at the ilegant
performances of the young folks. The fiddlers, for
there was a great variety, among whom was the
Taliaferro delegation, with their gig-topped
f caps," &c., &c. All would have been so amusing
to the Eddytor of the Chronicle, it he could only
have been tiiai t w if. And then he says,
“the best of all is, they have Union and the
1 Union." What does he mean by that ? If the
scene was sich as he describes, and seems to have
enjoyed so well, for he says “it was pleasant
and amusing,” I would not suppose little “fel
; lers ’ what puts on long faces of Sunday's, would
. have enjoyed it so well—but I suppose he liked
the “ Union" better than the “/rot.” This little
idolater says something about a site, “ which so
much alarmed the fire-eating candidate that he
sloped." Now if “X.” is raalythe “feller” I
think he is, he was the worst seared man I saw
upon the ground. When that red-headed woman
slapt her fists together, and “ said she could whip
any man what drawd blood out’n her son, fore
lightnin could flash round a tater patch,” this
little “ feller ” was scared so bad his eyes stuck
out like a lobster’s, and he looked just like he
was ready to cry out “Union, Union.” And
that was not the first time, Messrs. Eddytors,
that this little Mussulman (who is always rea
dy to cry out “ Thar aint but one true God, and
Little Ellick and Bob Toombs are his prophets.")
has been mitely scared within the last twelve
months. This same little fellow (whose person
al appearance reminds one a good deal of Long
street s little man what weighed eighty in black
berry time.) was a red hot fire-eater a year ago.
If you jest said Yankee to him, he would raise
his bristles worse than a wile hog, and commence
ranting in a minit. But when little Ellick ar
rived in Warrenton, about a year ago, and made
that cilebrated grave-digging speech, warning his
feller-citizens “ to be cautious how they arrayed
themselves in a hostile attytewd against this
Goverment—not to set their pegs any further
than they were willing to dig ther graves, for
then would be the times what tried the stuff in
men’s gizzards to the bottom;” I tell you,
Messrs. Eddyters, some of these little fire-eaterA
round here sloped off from ther persitions, in less'
than no time, like tarrapins sliding off a log—
and the next word they could speak, they cried
“ Union,' 1 and swore they never was any thing
else but Union men. Now' dont you think it
was very persumshus in “ X.” arter ill] thin slop
ing and sliding, and sneaking, to be talking about
any body else “sloping?” And, arter all, from
hie own statement, the fire-eating candidate did
not slope so far, nor get so badly scared, for he
says he was in Warrenton on the 29th, and met
his Lord and master, the Hon. Hamilcar in de
bate. Yes, Col. McMillan met him, and pulled
him out from behind his “ masked battery,” and
made a pet of him. He is not half such a God as
some people may suppose. He may be able to
save men with small souls, like ‘‘ X.” but he
cant save a “6ig feller ßut “X.” proceeds
and says, “ None were hearty in applauding Col.
McMillan, save a few little fellows and some big
ones too, who, it has been whispered (and I dont
wish any thing said about it, as it might expose
’em,) were sent there for that purpose."’ Now
“ X.” let me ask you one question—how happen
ed our side to send" so many more little fellers and
big fellers than your side ? Didn't you have all,
of all sorts and sizes of fellers you could get—and
still you did not have a majority, not even to
count your bellows-bellied aidekong from Han
cock, who kept blowing all the time Col. McMil
lan was speaking —and hurraing every time
Hamilcar winked at hjml Even the war-hoop