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CnustMonnlist k Htpnblir. 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