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Ulisttllanir. 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. - >-<« 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*. ■immiMiTiwniM'Biir-Tfir’rri i iTrrniiMiii-rrrrmiTimirnri ■! n mi m THE WATCHMAN. A WEEKLY JOURNAL OF LITER. f\ ature, Polities, Religion, and News. Office 110 Nassau St., New York. It is a large quarto of eight pages, with six eolumrs to the page, elegantly primed on heavy white paper. Yotr ought to subscribe for the Watchman: 1. because in its lieiigi us Department there is no Se tarianistn. 2. B< cause in its Literary Pepaitrrent there is no Immorality. 3 Because in its Political Department there is no Partisanship. 4. Because in its News Department there is no Par tiality. 5. Because many of the best minds in America are liberally employed upon its columns. 6. Because it gives the latest Ecclesiastical intelli gence, Catholic and Protestant, Foreign and Domestic. 7 Because it gives a synopsis of all the important doings of Congress, tog. ther with General News. 8. Because it gives the latest reii ible Kepoits of the market. 9. Because it gives full reports of important Lectures and Discourses 10. Because it has something for Scholars and Plain People, for Artists and Farmers, f.»r Statesmen and Mechanics, for Women and Children, for Saints and Sinners. 11. 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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. 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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 ' ‘