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For the Southern Ckißtian Advocate.
THE PARSONAGE.
All eyes are turned to the Parsonage. The
Parsonage is looked to by one as “home. , ’
Good and generous people have troubled
themselves to build a house for the preach
er. For one, two, four, or perhaps eight
years of toil, the preacher’s wife has borne
all her burthens uncomplainingly, in hope,
the next year, to find on their new circuit a
home—a good, nice, comfortable home.—
Conference comes —the appointments are
made, and all hands are off for their r.ew
homes.
Wife. —James, is there a Parsonage on
our new circuit ?
Preacher. —I am informed by Bro. S
that there is a Parsonage at , but what
better are we tor that, since we have noth
ing to put in it?
W.—l know that is a very important con
sideration; but, if we have no furniture, it
is so very easy to purchase it now. I sup
pose there will be an effort made as soon as
we arrive, to secure such things as we need.
P.—“We” was well emphasized, dear, for
if “we” go by the decision of the church, as
manifested by its actions towards its minis
ters, “we’’ only need a few old broken chairs,
a pine bedstead, two second hand cotton mat
resses and a few old quilts.
W. —But I hope for better things. There
are many of the brethren who hold a good
deal of cotton, from the sales of which they
will realize a fine sum, and I know they can
“cast in of their abundance.”
P.—At all events, my dear, we will not
goto our new circuit discouraged, nor will
we discuss this Parsonage question too far,
for fear we may begin to dislike our breth
ren before we see them. Come, my love,
make up your new cloth—the gifts of our
dear brethren with whom we have labored
for these three years past—and let us “arise
and go hence.”
The children’s clothes are prepared —the
wagons arrive—trunks and boxes are all on
board —Tom cracks his whip, and off we
roll for the parsonage—down hills, over bad
ly broken bridges, through heavy prairie
mud, beaten and pelted by the heavy winter
rains; wife sick, children shivering and cry
ing with cold, until, finally, Tom’s team
“balks” just in a muddy slough. Here we
dismount, tease, coax, prize and push, till,
finally, we succeed in getting the team, as
Tom says, “to pull together,” and out we
go. Alter “a rest,” we march on, through
a series of sloughs and bogs, while the rain
pelts us to the skin every drop—wife grunt
ing, the children crying, horses balking, till
about 2 o’clock P. M., when we find our
selves confronted by a fierce wind, fresh
from the snow-covered mountains of the
North. Blow, blow, freeze, freeze! is all
that we can think of, save that “there is rest
for the weary."
P.—Cheer up, my dear, a few hours more
will bring us to . Look just to the
right of the plantation, and you will see the
steeple of our church, near which is the
Parsonage.
W.—Yes, my dear James, the Parsonage
is there; but our few bedclothes are here in
these boxes, wet and frozen, and it is now
dark and no time to dry all these goods for
our use to-night. Besides, there is, perhaps,
not a billet of wood on the Parsonage lot.
P.—Yes, dear, Bro. told me he
would see that fuel was provided this day
jor us.
W.—Well, thank the Lord, we are to
have at least one good neighbor. I shall
never forget Bro. for this one act of
brotherly kindness. lam sure the Lord will
recompense him abundantly.
A few miles more, and the preacher and
family enter the town of •.
W.—Who lives in the large house on the
right ? Is that the Parsonage ?
P.—l cannot say who lives anywhere, but
this I do know, that is not the Parsonage !
Halt, Tom! There is the Parsonage just
down in the bottom there, and there we shall
halt.
After instructions are given, Tom drives
to the left, then turns to the right, and en
ters a huge broken down gate, and is now
ready to unload his wagon. But fires must
be made first, and the wife and children
prepared to warm, and then the wagon may
be unloaded.
The preacher gathers up a turn of wood
and goes to the door, unlocks, and, on open
ing it, says:
Come in, dear; I will soon have a fire for
you and our sweet little babes here ; and you
shall warm and be at home.
W.—Here is a very convenient little ta
ble and wash-stand, in this room.
P-—(Down on the knee at the fire blow
ing and coughing,) I am certainly very
thankful to Bro. for this wood, but if
it was good fat pine, it would save me much
work ; but I accept it with many thanks,
for its the best the country affords.
W.—Look here, James!
P.—What now ?
W.—Here is the cruet-stand, but the cru
ets are all broken ; and here aro, the bowl
and pitcher, but both are broken ; and there
are four chairs, but one of them is bottom
less; and there is the churn, the jug and
the pail. There is a pretty good dining ta
ble in the next room there.
P.—o dear, don’t look so. All these
things will be remedied after our first quar
terly meeting.
The quarterly meeting comes off—presid
ing elder promptly on hand, and he a regu
lar Parsonage renovator. After a discussion
of about two hours, the trustees are ordered
to repair the Parsonage, specifying what
amount of repairs are necessary. A stable;
a crib, a smoke-house and kitchen are to be
built, and new blocks put under the dwell
ing. Trustees appoint a time to meet, and
when they get to town they find the garden
-once all down; decide not to build the crib
and kitchen, and that the other repairs “are
needed; haul up about one hundred small
poles to build a smoke-house, and ten blocks
to put under the dwelling, and here the work
stops.
•~'^ amcs > our pork is all spoiling for
want of hanging up. Are we not to have a
smoke-house at all ?
P ;" It seems so, for you see Bro
has brought the material to build it, and I
suppose they think that I must go to the
expense and labor of doing the work, for
the privilege of living in the parsonage.
/’ • I thought that Parsonages were
built to save the preacher from labor and
expense.
F•—So they were formerly.
7 _ Sud Megidox.
Kama, Ala., Feb., 1866.
Three Words of Strength.
Translated from the German of Schiller.
There are three lessons I would write—
-three words as with a burning pen—
In tracings of eternal light
Upon, the hearts of men.
Have hope. Though clouds environ now,
And gladness hide her face in scorn,
Put then the shadow from thy brow ;
No night but hath its morn.
Have faith. Where’er thy bark is driven
„ Hie calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth—
Know this : God rules the host of Heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.
Have love ; and not alone for one,
But man, as man, thy brother call,
And scatter, like the circling sun,
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these lessons on thy soul.—
Hope, Faith and Love; and then shalt find
Strength when Life’s surges cease to roll,
Light where thou elsewert blind,
Secret of Magic.
Robert Iloudon concludes his memoirs
with a chapter on Arab miracles, which are
explained. The Aissaona eat pounded glass.
Houdon pounded some for himself and ate
it, and he avers that his appetite for his din
ner was improved by the same. They walk
on red-hot iron with bare feet, and pass their
tongues over white-hot plates of iron. Pro
fessor Sementrici discovered that by rubbing
into the skin a solution of alum evaporated
to a spongy state, it was rendered insensible
to red-hot iron. He rubbed himself with
soap, and found that even the hair did not
burn. He rubbed the alum into his tongue,
and lapped the glowing metallic surface
without pain. Houdon himself then tried
passing his hands, slightly dampened, thro’
a stream of melted iron, and found, as others
have done, that it left no scar on him. An
English conjurer used to thrust a sword
through his body, shove a knife up either
nostril to the handle, and thus spitted sing
a song. Houdon bought the secret of the
invulnerable, and now divulges it. The per
former was very thin. With a waist-belt he
strapped his small paunch tight down upon
the vertebral column, substituted a card
board stomach for the compressed part, cov
ered all withflesb-colored tights; between the
true and false abdomen he fastened a seab
bard, covered the apertures on the sides with
rosettes, placed a sponge filled with red li
quid iu the scabbard, and there thrust his
sword, which come out covered with bogus
blood, of course. The pug-nosed mounte
bank enjoyed a physical conformation which
permitted the delicate and frightful perfor
mance.
An Ancient Dinner.— The excavations at
Pompeii are going on with an activity stimula
ted by the important discoveries made at almost
every step, and the quantities of gold and silver
found, which more than suffice to cover the cost
of the works. Near the Temple of Juno, of
which an account was recently given, has just
been brought to light a house belonging to some
millionaire of the time, as the furniture is of
ivory, bronze and marble. The couches of the
triclinium, or dining room, are especially of
extreme richness. The flooring consists of im
mense mosaic, well preserved in parts, of which
the centre represents a table laid out for a grand
dinner. In the middle, on a large di-h, may be
seen a splendid peacock with its tail spread our,
and placed back to back with another bird also
of elegant plumage. Around them are arranged
lobsters, one of which holds a blue egg in its
claws, a second an oyster, which appears to be
fricasseed, as it is open and covered with herbs;
a third, a rat/am, and a fourth, a small vase
filled with fried grasshoppers. Next comes a
circle of dishes of fish, interspersed with others
of partridges, hares, and squirrels, which all
have their heads placed between their fore feet.
Then comes a row of sausages of all forms, sup
ported by one of eggs, oysters, and olives, which
in its turn is surrounded by a double circle of
peaches, cherries, melons, and other fruit and
vegetables. The walls of the triclinium are
covered with fresco paintings of birds, fruits,
flowers, game, and fish of all kinds—the whole
interspersed with drawings which lend a charm
to the whole not easy to describe. On a table
«f rare wood carved and inlaid with gold, mar
ble, agate, and lapis lazuli, were found amphorae
still containing wine, and some goblets of onyx.
—Shilling Magazine.
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Imaginary Poiscn.—Young Men in Convul
sions.— A shocking case of poisoning occurred
at the Western House, St. Louis, on Broadway,
a night or two since. Four mischievous young
men, boarding at the house, took it into their
heads to make a clandestine examination of the
contents of a pack belonging to a pedlar of
Israelitish proclivities, for the purpose of ascer
taining what sort of goods he dealt in. In the
pack they found a paper containing a white
powder, and they were anxious to ascertain
what it was. One of them took a pinch of the
powder, and after tasting it, pronounced it sale
ratus. Another swallowed a small quantity,
and declared it was alum. The third tried it
and thought it was soda. The fourth gulped
down a spoonful, and said it was starch. Being
unable to agree, they made a close examination
of the paper, and found written upon it the
fearful word “poison!” They all now felt a
terrible griping in the stomach, and started, on
a full run, for a drug store. The store was
closed, and in an agony of despair, the four
young men rolled over the pavement, and con-
SOUTHERN CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE.
eluded to give up the ghost. The poison, how
ever, was slow iu operation, and neither of them
died. They found a druggist, and getting him
to examine the powder, discovered that it was
starch ! They immediately recovered, and de
clared that they would not attempt any more
practical jokes upon a pedlar.
The Microscope.— ln our own country, not
many years since, a most curious and interest
ing case of murder was decided by this wonder
ful silent witness. The individual toward whom
the whole circumstantial evidence was pointing
as the guilty man, claimed that the bloodstains
found on a knife, acknowledged to be .liis pro
perty, were from a lamb which he had the day
before killed. The microscope was brought to
bear upon the instrument by men known to be
ignorant of the circumstances of the case. The
blood-stains were not only found to be those of
a human being, but the microscope revealed on
the blade, which had been imperceptible to the
naked eye, a secretion peculiar to the glands of
the throat. Stranger still, it pointed to cotton
fibres on the blade of the instrument. “The
knife,” said the microscopists in their report,
“ was cutting through cotton into the neck of
a human being.” Now listen, and wonder at
the power of this silent witness: The murder
ed man had been found with his throat cut
through the neck-band of his cotton shirt. The
evidence was as conclusive as though a voice
from the clouds had proclaimed in tones of
thunder: “ Thou art the man.”
Word for Newspapers. —We clip the follow
ing from an exchange. It is true, and we com
mend it to every man who has an interest where
he resides:
Nothing is more common than to hear people
talk of what they pay newspapers tar advertis
ing, etc., as so much given in charily. News
papers, by enhancing the value of property in
their neighborhood, and giving the localities in
which they are published a reputation abroad,
benefit all such, particularly if they are mer
chants or real estate owners, thrice the amount
yearly of the meagre sum they pay for their
support. Besides, every public-spirited citizen
has a laudable pride in having a paper 01 which
he is not ashamed, even though he should pick
it up in New York or Washington.
A good-looking, thriving sheet helps to sell
property, gives character to the locality, and in
all respects is a desirable public convenience.
If from any cause, the matter in the local or
editorial columns should not be quite up to the
standard, do not cast it aside and pronounce it
ot no account until you are satisfied that
there has been more labor bestowed upon it
than is paid for. If you want a good readable
sheet it must be supported; and it must not be
supported in a spirit of charity, but because
you feel a necessity to support it. The local
press is the “ power that moves the people.”
Tile Ivy Green.
ST CHARLES DICKENS.
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy Green,
That creepeth o’er ruins old!
Os right choice food are iiis meals, I ween,
Iu his cells so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim ;
And the mouldering dust that years'hire made,
I* a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy Green.
Fast he atealeth, though he wears no wings,
Aad a staunch old heart, has he ;
Ilovdslosely he twineth, how closely he < i’njs
To his friend the huge Oak Tree.
And sly’y he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and oawleth arouud
The mould of dead men’s graves,
Creeping where grim death has been,
A rare old plantis the Ivy Green.
Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations hav < scattered been ;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant in its lonely days,
tliall fatten upon the past;
For *bc stateliest building man c n raise,
1 1 .he ivy’s food at last.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy Green,
A Bavarian Israelite, writing to the Israelite
Indeed, has a statement upon the process of the
restoration of the Jews to Palestine, which is
worthy of note. He says :
The regathering of the Jew3 is now begin
ning to take place. Not only many single fami
lies emigrate to Palestine, but there have been
formed a number of societies in almost every
land on this continent, to prepare an emigration
cfn a large scale, provided with all possible
means, money, implements, and tools of every
kin I, to commence the cultivation of the long
desolated land, at once, and with the utmost,
vigor. There are men of considerable wealth
among them, and not one without some means ;
enough at least to defray the expenses of the
journey, and to purchase a plot, of ground. I
am happy to state that 1 am one of the leading
me'nber.-i of a society forming here in Bavaria,
which numbers already over nine hundred
heads of families, besides a number of young
people who would not form an alliance with the
other sex, until settled in the Holy Land, upon
the soil of their rightful heritage.” He also
adds: “The Gentiles hereabout—that is, the
petty German Protestant Kingdoms and princi
palities—are even more astir about Palestine
than the Jews.
o-
Murdering the Emperor’s French.
“Matinees,” so-called, from the Latin Matin
(morning), are held in America in the afternoon.
Would it not be well to stick to the King’s
English, and call things by their right names?
Editors are supposed to know everything, and
they should use all languages as correctly as
possible, as they are teachers of the people.
Whipping Young Ladies. —A very curious
discussion is going on in the columns of the
Queen, a London ladies’ newspaper, on the sub
ject oi whipping young ladies in English schools.
A correspondent of that paper wrote to inquire
of the editors if it is true that young ladies are
thus “ birched” the same as boys. This brought
out a number of letters, in which it appears that
she practice does prevail in many of the most
fashionable boarding-schools for girls, and that
the girls are “birched” in a degrading style,
sometimes in their rooms and sometimes before
the whole school. The particulars would hard
ly bear repetition in these columns. A culprit
who is to be punished in this way is also made
to pay for it in money. She has to pay for the
“rod;” she has to pay the servant who robes
her for punishment; she has to pay the gov
erness who whips her, and then, when it is all
over, she is compelled to kiss the rod and thank
her tormentors. Young ladies of the aristo
cratic classes, sixteen and seventeen years old,
have recently gone through this degradation,
and the facts are vouched for by the names of
their relatives.
The Liquors we Drink.
There are a great many clever people in this
country, who sip their brandies and wines
under the Impression that they are drinking the
very best imported liquors. If it were intima
ted to one of these gentlemen that he might
be deceived, and that lie really could not tell
the difference between a genuine imported ar
ticle and an imitation, it would be taken in
“high dudgeon,” and yet such seems to be the
case, if we are to believe those who profess to
be posted on such subjects. A trial in a liquor
caso recently took place at Albany, N. Y., in
the course of which some strange facts were
elicited. It seems that a number of casks of
brandy, having all the appearance of the im
ported article, were seized by the United States
authorities, on the ground that it had been
smuggled into the country. The owner con
tended that it was not an imported article, but
was manufactured in the United States. 0n
the trial, an attempt was made to prove that
the liquor, a cask of which was produced, was
genuine french brandy, and a hotel keeper and
a druggist, both, after tasting, pronounced it a
fine imported brandy, such as they had often
paid sl2 to sls per gallon for. Several small
bottles were then produced by the defendant’s
counsel, containing liquor looking very much
like the imported article, and the witnesses
ore asked to taste these. They declared them to
be miserable stuff, not fit to be drank, except
one bottle, which they considered “ very poor
brandy.”
It was then proved that the poor liquor, “ not
fit to be drank,” was all taken from the identi
cal cask in court, and that it was common
Bourbon whisky, manufactured in Albany !
The cooper who made the casks was called, and
testified that they were manufactured in Brook
lyn—the willows around the hoops being im
ported—that thej' were intended to be a perfect
imitation of the French cask ; that to give them
tho appearance of a sea voyage they were
washed in a solution of copperas, which rusted
the hoops and discolored the wood ; that there
were several such manufactories in Brooklyn
and New York, and thousands of casks made
every year. One extensive dealer swore to the
manufacture of the article, which was neutral
spirits, flavored with an article known to the
trade as “oil of cologne,” and colored with
burnt sugar; the imported “oil of cologne ”
costing one hundred dollars and upwards per
pound ; that a manufactory of this oil existed
in Cincinnati; that he did not know the value
of imported brandy, as he had neither bought
nor sold a gallon in ten years ; that thousands
of gallons of this spurious article were sold
yearly by his house, and that many similar
establishments were in New York—that many
experts were so deceived that frequently they
declared the spurious superior to the genuine
article; that gin was also manufactured to a
large extent as well as other liquors ; that, in
short, very little genuine liquor was sold in
this country. Other witnesses were called, who
tasted and testified that the article seized was a
very good imitation, but without a drop of real
brandy in it.
This is about the coolest case of confessed
humbuggery and rascality we have heard of.
The idea of a man going into a court of justice,
and not only swearing that he is a rascal, but
bringing forward witnesses to prove it, is quite
refreshing. Vive la humbug !
®biluarg.
Died, in Brunswick, Ga., 24th Feb., Miss
Jane Amanda Pai.mkr, in her eighteenth
year, firm in the faith of a re urrectian un‘o
life and sustained amid the last hours of her se
vere tffliction with a hope that maketh not
ashamed, but is eternal in the heavens.
This young lady, but three weeks ago, not
satisfied with her evidence a3 to acceptance
with God, knelt at the altar of Christ, and
sought the wi'ness there. She went from this
altar to her grave, not as those who have no
hope, but cheered with a believer’s faith ; for
returning home she was sm tten with disease,
took her bed ard died, witnessing to all around
“ what a dear Saviour she had found.” She
died »3 she had commenced to live, a follower
of Christ, and entered at once upon the joys of
that “rest that remainoth unto the people of
God.”
Ada Rembert, daughter of Rev. A. L
and M. J. Smith, of the S. C. Conference, was
born Tuesday, June 16th, 1803, was taken
sick Tuesday, October 3j, 1865, and died of
brain fever in Greonwood, S. C., Tuesday, Oc
tober 10th, 1865. A young, tender and very
lovely plant now blooming in Paradise where
is the Tree of Life.
• -%
On Tuesday, December sth, 1865, just eight
months after Ada’s death, that “dear boy,”
Holland Paine, the eldest child of brother
and sister Smith, died of typhoid fever in
Greenwood, S C , aged 14 y:ars, 1 month,
16 days. Pai no was a noble lad full of prom
ise the object of general observation and tho
subject of most favorab’e remarks. If at a’l
aware of tho universal esteem in which ho was
held, it was not shown in anywise inconsistent
with that obedience, modesty and very becom
ing propriety which were prominent among
the other excellencies of this worthy first born.
He wa3 truly a boy of books ; he never of
reading and yet read to great profit. He seem
ed to think of buying little else besides books,
and of spending his leisure hours in no other way
than in reading them Whether in the class
of the day .school, or promptly i n the Hover
vacant seat of the Sunday school, tbo same
quiet, cheerful ar.d respectful demeanor com
mended him lo his teachers and follows. Each
day of labor and study was closed by reading
his Bible and prayer. Long indeed in healing
would be the re-wounded hearts of the afflicted
yet honored parents, were it not for the conso
lation of hope, that their son, given to God in
early dedication, the subject of many prayers
and precepts, the decile chi’d in the school of
example, who loved so much the Sabbath
school, his Bible, good people, and a gracious
Saviour, is the companion of his lifU o s j ster j ft
the Kingdom of Heaven.
Sidi 11. Browne.
"William 11. Binion, born in Columbia
county, Ga , the Bth of January, 1818, died of
small pox in Butler county, Ala., on the 26th
of January, 1866.
Thus in the meridian of life has the affec
tionate husband and parent, the kind and con
siderate master, and the efficient citizen and
neighbor been cutoff; his loss to those who
knew him most intimately is felt to be irre
parable. He was an independent thinkor, and
was ever ready to declare his sentiments on aDy
question or subject; yet he was considerate of
the rights of others, and bore himself respect*
fully towards all who differed with him. H 9
was held in the highest esteem by thoso who
were most intimate with him. He has left a
bereaved wife with eight children, and with
them a largo circle of confiding relatives, who
feel stricken indeed. Mysterious are tho dis
pensations of that wiso and gracious Provi
dence against whom we would indulge no
thought or feeling of complaint. The living
may grieve us, may disappoint us, but the
dead are ours forever. Thoir life complete and
sealed by death, we fear no future failure or
forfeiture—more ours than ever.
Jno. J Flower*.
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JUSTPUBLI SHED
AND FOR SALE BY
JOHN W. BURKE & CO.:
Prevalent Social Sins;
THEIR CAUSES AND CONSEQUENCES.
A Sermon for the Times.
BY E. H. MYERS, D. D.
The reasons for publishing this Sermon are given in
the following < xtract from the pamphlet:
Yielding to the request, conveyed in the communi
cation appended, the Discourse that follows—prepared
only for delivery not for the press—is put into print-,
and respectfully dedicated
TO PARENTS,
by a father who feels that the highest of all human!
responsibilities is that involved in the parental rela- y
tion; and
TO THE YOUNG AND RISING GENERATION,
by one whose interest in their welfare is all the deeper,
because his own children are among that number; and
with the earnest prayer that the honest truths here
uttered may prove to them a warning against some of
the temptations that beset their path in life.
Macon, Feb. loth. E. H. M.
Macon, Ga., Feb. 12th, 1860.
Rev. E. 11. Myers, D. 1).:
Dear Sir and Brother —The deep interest felt on ves,
terday, under the delivery of your discourse, by the
large audience at Mulberry St.eet Methodist Church,
has prompted the undersigned, members of the church
and congregation, to request of you a copy for publi
cation.
It is hoped that the sentiments and principles of the;
discourse, if more widely disseminated, will contribute
much to coireci prevailing evils, and to stimulate ter
better living.
Jos. S. Key, Emory Winsliip, Peter Solomon,
J. M. Bonnell, N. K Barnum, 88. Lewis,
Ed. Saulsbury, W. R. Rogers, J 11. Roberts,
Jajnes I. Siiiaer, B. A. Wise. Wm 11. Ross,
James Jsck <ou, Wm. D. Williams, E K rtlana.
John B. Cobb, Goo. W. Hardie, VV. G. Singleton.
Price 25 cents retail; 20 per cent, discount where {<
or more copies are taken.
EXECUTOR'S SALE.
W/TLL BE SOLD ON THE FIRST
v ▼ Tuesday in April next, in the town of Coving
ton. Newton co.. Ga., the house and lot in the town of
Oxford in said county, belonging to the estate of Mrs.
Mary Thomas, deceased. There are on the premises i
comfortable dwelling, with four large rooms a good
kitchen, and other out-houses, and aii excellent garden
The lot is situated in a very desirable part of the town'
convenient to the church and the college. Terms ease'
Marti—4w* W. W. THOMAS, Executor ' ‘