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52 LITERARY. WILLIAM W. MANN, Editor. ——^——————^• The Southern Field and Fireside IS PrfiLISIIED EVERT SATURDAY. TERMS—|i.OO s year, invariably in advance. All Postmasters are authorized agents. TRAVELING AGENTS: Charles Pembi.k, Loris Cormick, Jons L. Stockton, William Clark. W T. Beall, W. M. Russell, L. R. White. Wm. P. Bottom, R. D. Piiillii-8, Edward A. Hill. Hemet Tti.ee, R- A. Rees. J. W. Taliaferro, Josephus Camp, J. B. Overstreet, Each Traveling Agent has a written authority to col lect and receipt for subscriptions, signed by the Proprie tor, and his signature verified by the Mayor of the city of Augusta, with the seal of the city attached. SATURDAY JULY 9, 1869. BACK NUMBERS. Persons subscribing to the Field and Fireside can be supplied with all the back numbers. l a I TERMS TO NEWS-DEALERS. This paper is mailed to news-dealers at the rate of two dollars and fifty cents per one hundred copies. TERMS OF ADVERTISING. For each insertion of ten lines or less, one dollar; and for over ten lines, at the rate of ten cents |>er line. TRAVELLING AGENTS. In reply to numerous applications on the subject, the Proprietor of the Southern Field and Fireside takes this method of announcing that he does not desire to make any more engagements of that kind. i a i PREMIUMS TO POSTMASTERS—FIVE HUN DRED DOLLARS IN PREMIUMS. * We invite attention to the premiums offered to the Postmasters of Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama, Mis sissippi snd Tennessee, for the largest lists of subscribers to The Southern Field and Fireside. See Prospectus. -——— ■***■ TO CORRESPONDENTS AND CONTRIBUTORS. We arc very sorry that we cannot gratify Virginia by publishing her “ little piece," without communication to us of the author's name. The rule is a good one, and must be maintained inexorably. The same reply must be given to An Octogenarian. Our firmness Is severely tested in this List instance, also; but we will not accord, from deference even to An Octo genarian, what we refuse to Virginia. We have not read either of these communications. Our rule absolute ly excluding them, whatever may be their literary mer it, and the interest of other kinds attaching to them, we could not, for the gratification of curiosity, take time for their perusal at the expense of correspondents who com ply with our rule. It is true, we may be deceived by the communication of a false name; but a correspondent will hardly do this, and risk detection, unless he sets as small value upon our good opinion of him, us he does up on his own self-respect. Wont our fair young friend who has sent us some six ty lines of blank verso, commencing with — “’T was midnight: O’er the earth," Ac., send us another communication In prose, or a shorter piece of poetry, in rhyme ? It was hardly fair in her, “just a beginner in the field of poesy,” to send us, as a first essay, so long a piece; in blank verse, too, which re quires even more practice to write well, than rhyme. We do very sincerely desire to gratify the writer; we see that she has abundant talent; and we feel confident that If she will carefully compose another article, prose or poetry, and send it to us, It will afford us more pleasure to publish It, than it will herself to see it published. Would she venture to hint to ns her age—not exactly— but within a year, or two? Our estimate of the value o a composition depends very much upon the age of the writer. We'll keep the secret closely. We have received from contributors, during the week, the following articles: «. Mind and Matter —a Story of Domestic Life —by the author of “The Bench and Bur of Georgia.” Uncle Lubcn’s First Bear—by Jas. M. Thompson. Nellie Mayfield—a Sketch of School-Life—by Cousin Jessie. Recollections of Lacy Jones, Esq. The Young Christian's Departure. Funeral Thoughts—by Mat Myrtle. To My Sister—by G. P. T. “To Look and Feel ”—by L. M. 0. Ode to Winter—by same. The Gallery of Grief. Pilgrimage of J. W. D. Incident in the Life of Washington—by M. L. The two last mentioned articles were communicated by a lady, who will please receive our thanks. a 5.— 67," and “Lizzie F.” must send in their names before their articles can be read. A PRIZE POEM. We have the pleasure of presenting to our readers to-day, a Poem to which has been award ed one of the prizes so liberally offered by the proprietor of the Southern Field and Fireside, for the encouragement of the genius and literary talent of the South. The two prizes for poetical compositions, and that for the bes bLiterary Essay, have been awarded. The prizo articles, with the names of the authors, will ho published in successive numbers of our paper. We com mence the publication to-day, with what has been declared by the judges, (who were ignorant of the origin of any of the pieces submitted to them,) to be the best Poem under sixty lines. — This composition is entitled, A Dream of Lo cust Dell, and its author is Mrs. Julia L. Keyes, of Montgomery, Ala.; it will be found on the next column. The fortunate and talented lady to whom the prize has fallen, has an hereditary title to literary distinction. She is a daughter of Mrs. Caroline Lee Hentz. She has not won an undisputed laureL It is gratifying to announce that the prizo was awarded to Mrs. Keyes, over thirty competitors of both sexes. Several of the poems submitted were, in the estimation of the Committee, of so nearly equal merit with that of Mrs. Keyes, that it was only after repeated perusals, and much deliberation, that the selection was finally made. Wo hope that we shall be permitted, in future numbers of the Field and Fireside, to publish these poems which have so honorably, though unsuccesfully, competed for the prize. We hope to be able to announce in our next, the award for the best Agricultural Essay. — Owing to the number and length of the Novelettes, (some of those which have been sent in are quite voluminous,) the award of the prize for tho best Novelette may possibly be delayed yet a week or two. We regret that an Essay on Labor, and two poems, Hours gone by, and the May Queen , in tended to compete for the prizes, were received by us too late to be handed in for the considera tion of the arbiters. DIKE SOVXXSIUS REED &MM EX&SSX9S. [Written for the Southern Field and Fireside.] A DREAM OF LOCUST DELL. A PRIZE POEM. BY MBS. JULIA L. KKTB*. What spell of enchantment is that which enthralls me. t When winding the mystical mazes of dreams ? What spirit is that which alluringly calls me, And leads me away, over mountains and streams ? I see from afar a rich landscape unfolding— A beautiful grove —a lake sleeping below— Tis my own Locust Dell once more I'm beholding. As on wings of the zephyr, then, floating. I go. I have reached it again, and the misty reflection Os childhood o'erpowers me with pleasure and («in: These inusings, they seem but a dim recollection Os something I've lost that I cannot regain. I wander along, in this Lethean existence. I weep, and my tears fall like dew on the grass; I see a white mansion, not now in the distance ; I touch my own gate latch, and entering, I pass. So lightly and cautiously treading. I enter The hall where my voice in its infancy rung— I (muse for a moment, w hen reaching the centre, And list for the sound of some welcoming tongue. The quivering moonbeams and shadows are falling, Like ghastly illusions, along the dark floor. Why, suddenly, thus, Is that vision appalling ? Why throbs my wild heart as it ne'er throbbed before ? To open the chambers, I now am unwilling ; . No farther the mansion I wish to explore: I foul a strange dampness the atmosphere filling— The cold wind is rushing within the hall door. “Oh! where are the loved ones ? oh! where have they wan dered? Why stands the dear homestead thus bared to the blast ? Twas thus, while weak,fainting with anguish, I pondered, That memory appeared with a scroll of the past The spirit of slumber still did not forsake me; Again, as on wings of the zephyr I flew, The cool, vap'rous breath of the mom did not wake me’ I threaded the labyrinth of dreaming anew. I saw, by a clear gushing fountain, a flower— On its bosom, a drop of the crystaline spray ; I stooped, but the spell of some magical (tower Prevented my taking the blossom away. I watched the bright pearl-drop; it slowly distended— The blush of the rose seemed the hue of the sky; 7 saw a new world in the ether suspended— Its groves and its lakes, I could faintly espy. Amid clustering trees a white mansion was gleaming— Two wandered together, beneath the soft shade; The (icarl-drop has fallen—l wake from my dreaming. To see the long shadows the sunbeams have made. Oh ! I know 'tis the absent I've seen in my sleeping ! Unto mansions our Saviour prepared, they are gone— Love's vigilance, still, o'er their child they are keeping ; When I pass the dark valley, I'll not be alone. -m-*- BT w e have the pleasure of offering to our readers, to-day, the first letter of our Paris Cor respondent. He is a friend, who has been long resident abroad, of high literary, and higher per sonal merit. Our readers may he sure that they will never have from him other than a truthful, conscientious statement of facts, and an honest appreciation of them. In his speculations upon passing events, we expect to be compelled some times to differ from him. And we would not he understood as always endorsing his opinions, even when we are silent. Our friend is young er than we, and, perhaps, more amiable. This, liowevor, we don’t' like to admit; hut would willingly believe that, being younger, ho is na turally more hopeful, and less severe; more hopeful of good, social, and political, from events as they occur, and less severe in his judgment of men and motives. We believe, however, that he is, at last, after tho teaching of ten years of history, persuaded of what, we remem ber, he would never admit to us, when we were fellow correspondents in Paris, viz: that there is little, almost nothing, of healthy and health ful republicanism, or present capacity for good popular government in France, Italy, or any considerable part of Continental Europe. We perceive that ho is disposed to hope that the war will be confined to Italy, foi this reason, among others, that the Emperor of France repudi ates all intention and desire of territorial conquest! Now, we do here feel inclined not merely to dis sent from, hut almost to rebuke, our credulous, and too amiable correspondent. We know that ho has seen in France, during the last ten 3-ears, what ought to convince even his optimism, that absolutely no reliance is to be placed upon tho pledged word, or solemn oath, of the Emperor of France. Napoleon 111 may possibly perform what he promises, and ho may not do what 110 says he will not; hut if such coincidence should he remarked, the obligation of his word, or oath, will have tended in no way to produce it: it will be simply because his views of expediency, at the moment of performance, happen to consist with the terms of his promise—notliing more, nothing less. Having said this much in order to define our own position with regard to our friend who is to lie “our Paris correspondent - ’ —wo like always, and in all matters, well defined positions —we leave him to make his own way with our readers. It is quite likely that, when we differ, the majority of them will agree with him, rather than with ourselves. We feel sure that his let ters will prove interesting and valuable. He does not mean to confine himself as strictly as he has done in this first letter, to grave military and. political matters. Literature, science, art, and, peradventure, sometimes, the fashions, will share his attention: Paris, 16 June, 1859. Entering the Field to-day as } our Paris cor respondent, I pray you let me begin outside of Paris, and behind the present date—securing, so to speak, my base of operations. This city is, indeed, my headquarters, but supplies of news must be got up from Italy, and from over the Rhine, and from across the Channel. Pardon me, but, really, this Italihn war—with its ex citing rush and whirl, its victories crowding on each other, its armies in rapid advance, and'in flight—has filled us civilians all with a military spirit, especially us knights of the pen, whom it has turned, if not into warriors, into secretaries of the war. The change in our functions natu rally affects our st3'le. Withal, we are become cunning strategists, so that most of us feel quite capable of advising this or that movement to tho Austrians, and of penetrating the secret of the plans of the allies. Let us pass in brief review their doings for the past few weeks. Hardly two weeks ago, all that part of Pied- mont —a most rich anil fertile part —by East of the Sesia, and North of the Po. w'as in the hands of the Austrians, who abused .their temporary power over the country as an unprincipled var let abuses his brief authority over a hired horse. To-day, nearly all that part of Lombardy—by far the richest and most populous part—is in possession of its rightful Italian owners, under the provisional government of intendants ap pointed by the King of Sardinia —or, rather, by Count Cavour, who. much more than that royal Zouave, is the real King of Italy to-dav. The youngest of your readers, by a look on his map, can see as clearly as the ablest of editors, or best informed of correspondents could show them, the importance of the allied advance, and of the Austrian retreat. But the distances from Vercelli to Brescia, and from Laveno to Cremona, do not measure the full extent of the Austrian loss es which have followed each other in so rapid suc cession. To go back to the battle of Magenta, or ra ther to the cluster of combats, if we may so say, for there was not properly a ranged battle —which took place near that town the 4th of June. The al lies call it a great victory. A very dear, con siderably detailed, and not swaggering report, of the same published in the Moniteur last Fri da}*, and attributed to the pen of Napoleon him self, who certainly|had “access to original sources of information" represent it as such. The Austrians, on the contrary, and their reporter, Count Giulay, declare it was not a defeat —but they went away. They have said and done likewise on occasion of several other battles, this campaigu. In fact, according to their account, they have not been beaten yet. They certainly are harder to beat by bulletins than by bayonets, as the Zouaves, who are not literary but terri bly “searching” with that pointed argument, have demonstrated. They “went away ’ then, from the battle field South-east by eastward, and from the fortress of Pavia, eastward, and from Milan South-eastward, leaving behind them at the two last mentioned places, guns and valuable mu nitions of war—but carrying off from Milan, it is reported, twenty political prisoners. The sixth of June, the municipality of the city went out to compliment the Emperor as their deliver-' er. The eighth of June, the allied monarchs, entered the city, welcomed by the Milanese with the most enthusiastic outburst of long-suppress ed feeling, with waving handkerchiefs, and a storm of flowers, and deafening shouts, and fast flowing tears. Plenteousjoys; Wanton in their fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. A little girl, pushed and pushing through the crowd, running under the horses’ feet, reached the stirrups of Marshal Canrobert, as lie rode at the head of his division. He hoists her to his foot, then to the saddle, where he seats her be fore him, when she raises her tiny arm, and places a wreath on his head. Marshal Canro bert, when there are not a few thousand of the enemy to be killed, is a very pleasant, benevo lent, slightly elderly gentleman, as the soldiers, the ladies, and his own physiognomy will tell you. A word in passing, for future reference, as to this Italian enthusiasm. All witnesses whom I read or hear, agree in describing it as indescri bable, so ardent, so expansive is its character. There is no doubt of its sincerity. But it is ex cessive and must be followed by a revulsion. Ex travagant hope, without calculation, failing to be realised in full, as fail it must, will be followed by equally irrational scepticism or despair. The past history of Italy, and of popular deinonstra tionsin this very Milan, warns us how little con fident our expectations of good should be. Meantime, to cover the retreat of the rest, a large body of Austrian troops made a stand at Marignan, midway between Milan and Lodi. They were driven from their position by the French, under Bamguay, D’Hilliers, after a fierce and bloody combat, on the eighth of June. They now continued their plan of retreat, with drawing from the great stronghold of Plaisance, and all other stations in Parma, from the strong places of Pizzighettone and Cremona on the Lom bard bank of the Po, from the Romagna into Modena, and then from Modena, from Brescia on the North; lastly, from Crema —over the Po, over the Adda, over the Oglio, leaving spiked cannon, and great supplies of munitions, and broken bridges behind them; followed by Ital ian curses, and the steadily advancing allies, and improvised Sardinian provisional* govern ment —concentering in what promises to be the great battle-field of this campaign, perhaps the most famous battlefield in modern European his tory, since Waterloo. Nous verrons: En atten dant, voyons. The Austrians have fallen back, and are marshalling their forces on the line of the Min cio. In the rear, they have the famous quad sangle whose angles, are marked by the fortress of Peschiera and Mantua, Verona, and Legnagno the Lake of Garda, on their right flank, and the Marshes of Mantua on their left. This, a far stronger position than any from which they had been driven, and the one which, it is 6aid, Gen eral Hess, who now supercedes Giulay, under the nominal chief command of Francis Joseph, urged should be taken at the opening of the war. Nothing now would be easier for your corres pondent than to amuse himself and wrong you with fanciful .strategy —bringing up Prince Na poleon, and the Tuscans to co-operate with a force landed on the Adriatic coast; or, coming up the Po in boats, and turn the enemy’s left, or divert his attention to the rear; while that eminently more active and diverting Garibaldi, comes down on the right, breaks up the rail road between Botzen and Verona, or takes to the water (where he is as much at home as on land), and harasses Peschiera with gun-boats. I spare you; grant me one prophecy’s reward of such self denial. In spite of quadilaterals, defended by forts, lakes, and mauclie, the Aus trians will, if the war goes on. be beaten. They will be conquered by the same force that con quered in our Mexican war, in the Crimean war, in the Indian insurrection —by a superior civili zation. Your little French infantryman, though he may not be able to write his name, is a more civilized man than your ordinary Austrian peas ant ; the spiritually superior to the Croat; as it is with the individual combattants, so it is with the opposing nations. Turning now to the political side of tho war. What with arrearages to bring up, and the num ber of important events of very recent occurrence I must here restrict my pen to mere chronicler’s duty. To begin with the Juno Bth, and Napoleon’s proclamation to the Italians of that date. The author for a purpose, rather to address the European neutral courts, to calm their fears by reiterating his previous declaration, that he seeks in the Italian war no territorial conquest. “Ifj” he says, “there are men who do not com prehend the spirit of our age. lam not of their number. In the present enlightened state of public opinion, a man is greater by the moral influence he wields than by sterile conquests. I come here with no settled plan for dispossessing sovereigns, nor of imposing my will upon you: my army will attend to but two things—the combatting of the enemy, and the maintenance of order; it will present no obstacle to the free manifestation of your legitimate wishes. ’ This is fair; notwithstanding certain spots on the Imperial author's reputation for veracity, I am ready to accept it as sincere. But there is some thing of a tone in the document that qualifies it singularly. The reader should, I think, in order to get the full meaning of this document, put great empliasies on the words “ order ’’ and ulegiti mate," which are to be taken in a Napoleonic sense. Here in the next paragraph is unques tionable good advice and general truth: “Your desire of independence, so often expressed, and so often deceived, will be realized, if you show yourself worthy of it’’ Not French aid of the most disinterested sort can keep Italy indepen dent without her own vigorous action. Victor Emmanuel, on invitation for the Milan ese municipality, institutes provisional govern ment for Lombardy. He evidently, and many doubtless of the higher class of the Lombardy, consider Victor Emmanuel as King of the great northern Italian State. It is to be noted, how ever, in this case, and in case of all the local provisional governments instituted by Garibaldi —their provisional character is expressed in the very act of their institution. No word of an nexation is yet breathed officially. The final settlement of governments in Lombado-Venetia, Tuscany, Parma, and Modena, is adjured to the end of the war. But here comes in a new con plication in the Romagna, where Bologna and a number of other places, immediately on the de parture of the Austrians, proclaimed the dicta torship of the King of Sardinia. This is direct ly in violation of the neutrality of the Roman States, which had been solemnly guaranteed by Louis Napoleon, and which has been strictly observed in that part of them held by the French. It seems to bo understoood here that while the Emperor disapproves of this movement of the Bolognese, he is not disposed to strongly ob ject to it. Some pretend, however, that he is less than satisfied with the growing tendency of the Italians to place themselves under Sardinian rule. But this is all conjecture. What, howev er, there can be no doubt of, is, that the office he has assumed of conducting a revolution in an orderly and legitimate manner, is a difficult one to fill. The great question of the day is, will tho war Vie restricted to Italy ? After the battle of Ma genia, and Prince Gortschkcff s circular, (another highly important document) and the downfall of the Derby ministry, and the Milanese proclama tion,affirmative answers were made withmore and more confidence. The firmest bases of such con fidence were the Milanese proclamation, assur ing all Europe, and especially Germany, that no conquering ambition was to be feared, and the retiring of the Derby ministry which had offered great moral aid and comfort to Austria, and the petulant patriotism of the South-German courts. So that, had I written you three days ago, I should have had little hesitation in expressing a belief that the war would remain localized. But yesterday we were taken somewhat by sur prise, by the news that Prussia had ordered the mobilization of six corps d'armee. True, this measure is, as explained by the Prussian Gazette, simply intended as a means of present securi ty, and of giving Prussia her proper weight as a mediating power. Tho explanation is only “in different good.” Despite the old dictum, history proves that preparation for war, in the desire for peace, is generally tho precursor, not the preven tive of war. As for their security—who threat ens Prussia ? There has been a rumor, originating, I think, with the journalists rather than the murtiul cabi nets, that propositions for negotiations would be offered to and pressed upon the belligerents by the neutral powers. Austria, her great army not yet seriously di minished by defeat, in a strong military position, with her young Emperor's religious faith in the justice, and therefore in the strength, of his cause—and the allies flushed with an uninter rupted series of victories, and an ever increas ing army, are not yet in a mood to accept any practicable common base of negotiations. The death of Mettemich, one of the main con trivers, and, for half a century the chief upholder of tho so-called “balance of power” in Europe, died last Saturday, simultaneously, perhaps, it may prove, with the system of which he was tho originator, and for many years the moving spirit. - Genius and Labor.— Alexander Hamilton once said to an intimate friend: “ Men give me somo credit for genius. All the genius that I have lies just in this: When I have a subject in hand, I study it profoundly. Day and night it is before me. I explore it in all its bearings. My mind becomes pervadecPwith it. Then, the effort which I make is what the people are pleas ed to call the fruit of genius. It is the fruit of labor and thought.” Mr. Webster once replied to a gentleman who pressed him to speak on a subject of great im portance: “The subject interests me deeply,but I have not time. There, sir,” pointing to a large pile of letters on his table, “is a pile of unan swered letters, to which I must reply before the close of the session, (which was then three days off). I have not time to master the subject so as to do it justice.” “But, Mr. Webster, a few words from you would do so much to awaken public attention to it.” “If there be such weight in my words as you represent, it is because I do not allow myself to speak on any subject till I have imbued my mind with it.” Demosthenes was once urged to speak on a great and sudden emergency. “ I am not pre pared,” said he, and obstinately refused. The law of labor is equally binding on genius and mediocrity. — 11 > Sympathy of the Nerves.— When tho nerves, from long habit, have been accustomed to transmit their messages from distant parts, and are suddenly cut off from them, they still retain along their trunks the sympathetic or sensational actions. Thus, a man who has had a leg amputated will feel distinctly along the cc;.rse of the trunk the nerve sensation from toes which no longer exist. The mind also is influenced by this; and frequently this peculiar direct nervous action can only be allayed by that which is negative and reflex. A curious in stance occurred within my own experience. An old sailor suffered much from this; he retained his diseased foot too long, but at last consented to amputation. I knew him only with a wood en leg. When lie had his nervous pains, he always called for hot water, into which he put his wooden stump. Iftoldofhis folly in sup posing that such a proceeding could do any good, he would become enraged, and his paroxysms of pain would increase; but if gratified, he took things easy, and the process actually appeared to do him good, though all must know there could be no real benefit. Still, here is the effect of mind over matter. Ridge on Health and Disease. Hon. Milliard Fillmore was nominated for President of the United States in 1860, at a mass meeting held in Clifton, Ohio, the other day. C3T" The friend, to wliom we alluded in a for mer number, as having promised to furnish us weekly, with a short chess-article , sends us below his first favor. Wo hope the favor will be re peated regularly, as long as this fine game con tinues to be so generally interesting, as it has become since the triumphs of our countryman Morphy in Europe. CHESS. The following very interesting game occurred in the late match between Mr. Morphy and Mr. James Thompson, of New York, the latter gen tleman receiving the odds of the Queen’s Knight: White, Mr. M. Black, Mr. T. (Remove White's Q Kt.) 1 PtoK B 4 (a) Pto Q 4 2 Pto K 3 KKtto B 3 3 KKtto B 3 QBtoK Kt 5 4 KBto K 2 PtoQ B 4 5 Castles QKtto B 3 6 PtoQ Kt 3 Pto K 3 7 QBto Kt 2 KB to K 2 8 PtoK R 3 Q B takes Kt 9KB takes Q B Pto Q 5 (b) 10 Qto K QtoQ Kt 3 11 QRto Kt (c) QKtto Kt 5 12 Qto K 2 QRtoQ 13 PtoQ R 3 QKt to Q 4 (d) 14 Kto R P takes P (e) 15 P takes P Pto K R 4 (f) 16 PtoQ B 4 QKtto B 2 17 PtoQ Kt 4 P takes P 18 P takes P B takes P 19 QBto Q 4 Q R takes Q B (g) 20 P takes Q R PtoQ R 4 21 PtoQ B 5 QtoQ R 2 22 Qto K 5 QKtto Q 4 23 B takes QKt Kt takes B 24 Q takes K Kt P Rto K B 25 PtoK B 5 QtoQ R 3 26 QtoKs PtoKB 3 27 QtoK Kt 3 Qto Q B 3 28 P takes P Kt to K 2 29 QtoQ Kt 8 (cheek)Q to Q B 30 Qto Q 6 (h) QtoQ B 3 The Chess Monthly , from which the foregoing game is taken, here closes the game, with the following note upon Black’s last move: “Appar ently the best move on the board, and yet it loses the game. We omit the closing moves, and leave the game at this point, in order to enable the curious to exercise their ingenuity in solving the above end-game.’’ As many of our readers may not be of the class here denominated “ curious,” we give the conclusion of the combination thus: 31 R takes B P takes R 32 R to Q R Kt to Q B (best) 33 R to Q It 8 and must win. At the conclusion of the match, the score stood: Morphy, five; Thompson, three; Drawn, one. This may well be considered the greatest tri umph that Mr. Morphy haayet achieved. Mr. Thompson is one of the very best players in this country, and no player in Europe could give him greater odds than “ Pawn and two.” And wo think the best European player would stand very little chance with him even at these odds. NOTES. (a.) Mr. M. so opens the game, because Mr. Thompson declined to risk the brilliant, but haz ardous openings springing out of the advance of the King’s Pawn two squares, by both players, for their first move. A very proper precaution on the part of Mr. T., considering the antagonist he has to deal with. (b.) Important, shutting off the action of the Queen’s Bishop. (c.) A move of great importance, preventing the threatened P to Q B 5, and preparing to ad vance Pawns on the Queen’s side. (d.) Had Black taken B P with Kt, White would have won the Kt by playing Queen to Q 3. Pto Q 6 looks promising for Black’s 13th move, but in reality would not have been good. (o.) Surely it was better to have castled here, instead of this move. (f.) Apprehending 16 P to K Kt 4. (g.) The best he can do. (h.) Better than exchanging Queens and then playing Pawn to Queen’s stli, by which course, however tempting it may seem, White could not have won; and, besides, this move of 30 Qto Q 6, involved a snaro into which Black deliberate ly fell. — FUN, FACT, AND PHILOSOPHY. An impatient Welchman called to his wife, “Come, come, isn't breakfast ready? I’ve had nothing since yesterday, and to-morrow will bo the third day!” This is equal to the stirring housewife, who aroused her maid at four o’clock with “Come, Bridget, get up! Hero ’tis morn ing; to-morrow’s Tuesday, next day’s Wednes day—half the week gone, and nothing done yet.” The population of the United States increases one million a year, or two thousand every day. New York city, 'it is estimated, consumes seven million bushels of oysters annually, valu ed at seven million dollars. All who have meditated on the art of gov erning mankind have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth. No man ever talked to a virtuous, high-mind ed woman one hour without conferring a benefit upon himself. A Sawyer after sawing with a very dull saw', exclaimed —“ Os all the saw's I ever saw, I never saw a saw saw as that saw saws!” Write a sentence in which the word that shall occur five times correctly, without any in tervening word: Two boys are disputing as to which of them writes the word in the better style. A third person, appealed to for decision, replies—“l think that that that that that boy wrote is the best.” A strap is sometimes a very good thing to sharpen razors, and dull boys. A Frenchman has written to say. that he has invented a remedy for the 2 tliake, which will allevi 8 all pain 4tli with. In one part of London, people live in tho pro portion of two hundred and forty-threo thous and per square mile; and in a part of Liverpool four hundred and sixty thousand. The iron crown of Charlemagne was carried off on the night of April 22d and 23rd, from Monza to Mantua, escorted by a troop of hussars. You may wish to get a wife without a failing, but what if tho lady, after you find her, happens to be in want of a husband of the same character ? Prosperity is a stronger trial than adversity. They who possess the most real excellence say the least about it. A Pedlar was offering Yankee clocks finely varnished and colored, and with a looking glass in front, to a certain lady, not remarkablo for her personal beauty. “ Why, it’s beautiful,” said the vendor. “ Beautiful, indeed!—a look at it almost fright ens mo 1” said the lady.