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- - nr For the Tempewwfce Crusader. CONFESSIONS from a BOARDING-HOUSE, —O NUMBER IV. BY MES. XETTLETON. From the length of time which has elapsed since my last communication, some of my friends may have imagined that I had entire ly given up the “Confessions.” But in that they are mistaken. At my time of life, in clination to write is often wanting, when a suitable opportunity is offered. Domestic duties, too, and domestic sorrows, alas ! ai e rarely, if ever so light, that the mind of an old lady is unburdened with care. Due al lowance being made for these and many other intervening difficulties, is it any won der that three weeks have slipped away be tween the date of this communication and my last ? When about half of the first term of my new boarding-house experiment was gone, I discovered a most amusing farce which was being acted before my eyes. I have al ready mentioned that the boarders were ac customed to go unceremoniously into the parlor, at any hour, when the girls might be in there at their music. This continued du ring the whole term, but the number of ha bitual intruders dwindled down to two. — The rest, being visited—l suppose—with some faint dawnings of propriety, began to view intrusion in the proper light, and if they sometimes repeated it, the annoyance only occurred after long intervals. But there were two individuals whose visits to the parlor became more numerous in pro portion as those of the others became less so. It was soon observed that they sought long conversations with Sarah muchoftener than music. One or both of them often in tercepted her in the passage, or in the por tico, at times when she never practiced in the parlor. Not content with intercourse so frequent even as that, they would pur posely absent themselves from the first table in order to meet the family—and among them Sarah, who rarely came to the first table—at the second. I was first made acquainted with the object of their repeated tardiness, by hearing the boys tease Messrs. R and N when they happened to be present with the rest during meals, and when they were not, by listening to the mys terious and facetious hints which passed around the table at their expense. After this, I observed all parties more closely, and partly from the remarks of the boarders, and partly from what Saran told me of the nature of her frequent interviews with the two gentlemen, I inferred that each of them sought her company from different motives. It was evident to a careless observer, that Mr. R had conceived an affection for Sarah ; that was the reason why he obtru ded himself upon her so frequently. Mr. N , on the contrary, cherished the ex traordinary idea that she was passionately fond of him, and naturally thought it was charitable in himself to afford her as many opportunities as possible to contemplate his manifold attractions. Mr. N not only entertained this notion, but he also intui tively arrived at the conclusion that several other ladies were similarly affected towards him—in a word, that he was a favorite with the young ladies. All this I told to Mrs. Frisk, sitting with me, one evening, on a neighborly visit. She smiled a little at first, but at the end of my narrative, indulged in a hearty laugh. “Why, my dear Mrs Nettleton,” said she, “you certainly havn’t suffered that matter to trouble your mind, have you ? If so, you may safely dismiss it, in future. Let me whisper in your ears a few truths about col lege boys, which one had betler learn from the experience of others than from er own. I have had them in my house for many years, and I ought to know something about them. Some college boys are always in love, or they act foolishly enough to make people think so. I would venture to assert that, at every boarding house in town which contains a girl or young lady, there are two or more young men sighing, pining, curling their hair, dyeing their upper lips, and making themselves dis gusting generally, about that girl—all the time frisking about her like so many poodles —barking and capering around her, until to get rid of the annoyance, §he takes notice of them, by a kind word, or by praising their dress, just as she would pat Poodle on the head, and tell him the ribbon which adorn ed his neck was lovely, and he was a pretty little darling ; and, like Poodle, they strut away pompous and happy, onlv to come back again presently for the same meaning less consolation. Why every young lady who has lived here a few years, could count up a dozen such lovers. Bless you, they get used to such, and laugh at them when thev declare their passion. And as for some boys thinking that all the girls are fond oi them and proud of their attention, that’s a common thing. You would be astonished to learn how vain they are, and how simple in their vanity. Every look and tone of voice, every word and act of a lady in their presence is construed into an expression of admiration for them. The girls understand and humor their vanity, and afterwards dis card them with scorn, to teach them a little common sense.” “You don’t mean to say that the girls co quet and serve such boys in that way ?” said I. “Yes, and rightly, too,” she answered.— “If a man is a fool, he should be cured of his | folly; and I know of no better means to cure a yam fool than to mortify his vanity. But you mustn’t think that all the boys are such as I have described, Gh, no. Some don’t visit the-ladies scarcely at all, but at tend to their studies; and, between us, I think the girls of good sense prefer them to those who are called ladies’ men. There is Mr. Porpus, (you recollect I told you he was paying his addresses to my daughter Oliviana, and that we hoped she would get him,) he is a very nice young man indeed, and he never suffers his visits to the ladies to interfere with his duties. I will send Oliviana over, and she can instruct Sarah how to manage those troublesome boys.— She is old enough—ha ! ha!—and has* had experience enough to be a good instructress. 1 had much more to tell you about the vil lage folks and college boys, and the way to make your boarding-house popular. But not now. If you want any advice or coun sel on any subject, send for me without hes itation. Having lived here a long time, I may be able to assist you ia many things.” So, Oliviana Frisk came to see Sarah, and, I suppose, gave her proper instructions, for she made no more complaint, then, about the two boys who endeavored to monopo lize her company. Oliviana, also, talked, in my presence, an infinite deal of gossip, (for she seemed to know something about every body,) and although I was not pleased with the staple of her conversation, yet I could not but choose to admit that she was a most intelligent and agreeable young lady. She was so piquant, so lively, so original, and withal, so independent, that Sarah was charmed with her from the first. She won dered greatly why Miss Frisk had never married. The term wore slowly on, and so readily do our natures adapt themselves to circum stances, that my troubles were lessened with each passing week, and I began to conclude that my first impressions of boarding-house life at a college were erroneous. We shall see, by and by, whether this latter conclu sion proved true or not. For the Temperance Crusader. VISIT TQ OXFORD. Messrs. Editors: Two weeks ago, at the invitation of Emory. Lodge, K. of J., a Delegation from “Rising Star” left the clas sic groves of Penfield on a bright May morning to visit the modern Oxford. The excitements of an “April Vacation,” however, had so scattered our members, that only a few of our number could be collected together, but to those of ns who were assembled, it was an excursion upon which we “counted largely,” as we had heard much of this Institution of learning, but never been permitted to behold it. After leaviifg the city of Greenesboro, a few hours riire landed us at Covington, sit uated one mile from Oxford. Here we found a large number of our Emory friends, to whom we had become strongly attach ed, in waiting to receive us, and after the gratulations of mutual friendship had been passed, we left this place and a few moments found ourselves before the large Hotel in Oxford. At the urgent solicitations of our noble-hearted Brethren, we were soon scat tered to their several private apartments, and after a night’s repose, we awoke re freshed and invigorated, and walked forth with buoyant spirits into the bright sun light and salubrious atmosphere, to view the rising glories of Emory. The first thing which elicited our admiration .was the dense groves of oak, springing up pro miscuously on every hand, and shutting out the entire view from the distant trav eller. It reminded us vividly of the simi lar groves which surround our own Alma Mater. The Town is situated upon a compara tively level plan, laid off in regular squares, with streets intersecting each other at proper angles, and running in various di rections, affording easy facilities with ev ery portion of the surrounding country. The groves are interspersed witli many handsome residences, and though we were not able to say that we “could not see the Town for the houses,” yet we were con vinced that it possessed many peculiar ad vantages, and to say the least of it is to sav, it is a beautiful place. But every place is rendered attractive by the character of its inhabitants, and it is this which gives Ox ford its greatest attraction. After viewing the prospect around us “long and well,” we visited the College Campus, which is situated at a convenient distance from the main-body of the Town, upon an undula ting surface, abundantly and beautifully shaded. ‘A graceful belfry, towering a hove the tallest trees, catches far off the eye ofthebeholder, and drawing nearer, he finds that it arises from a magnificent andspacious Chapel, annually rendered vocal by the flights of eloquence. We walked through the building and were particularly struck with its vast extent. In front ot it stands the Monument erected by the Masons and members of the “Few Society” to Ignatius A. Few, the first Pre sident of the College. It is made of pure marble, and is worthy of all admira tion. The Dormitories and Halls of the Literary Societies, constitute the main buildings of the Campus, and though not enclosed, it is a most delightful retreat for the acquisition of learning. Nothing how ever, so much attracted our attention, as the sociability and gentlemanly deport ment ot the Students. They are polite in their manners, moral in their habits, (two thirds being “Knights of Jericho”) exceed ingly kind, courteous, warm-hearted, and friendly in their dispositions, and we can truly say of all onr acquaintances, that they (ire perfect gentlemen. We feel until .V‘t, grateful for their kindness, and gen erosity, for without their attentions onr trip would certainly have been a failure. We regretted not seeing onr highly es teemed triend, Leak, and heartily sympa tlnse with him in his misfortunes. Upon our return we were summonsed to partici pate in the celebration of “Emory Lodge, K. ofj., which we found in Si flourishing condition. It numbers eighty members, chiefly young men, all engaged in the glo nous cause of “Humanity, Temperance, and chanty.” We were kindly received aud heartily welcomed by pur Brother Knights, and m si short tune felt perfectly at home. After a few hour* deliberation a large procession was formed at the Lodge, and marched to the Chapel, where we were agreeably entertained for an hour bv Mr. Thomas, the President of the Col lege. He discoursed us upon the old but interesting subject of Temperance, which he handled in an able manner. It will be useless for us to notice his speech in detail as it is to be published, hut we will say that his calculation of the price of a good hus band was exceedingly spicy, and his advice to the Ladies in choosing their companions for life, excellent , and we have no scruples in saying, that they will do well to follow his directions by “grapplingto themselves with hooks of steel” some‘gallant Knight.’ Success to the Knights of Emory. If we were pleased with the speech generally, we were more forcibly impressed with the high toned character of the gentleman, and we regret the circumstances which pre vented our accepting his eery polite in vitation to share his gracious hospitality. We return him for his kindness our heart felt thanks. After the exercises were con cluded the Lodge adjourned to await the joys of evening. The day waned, and evening had flown from earth on the “bright wings of a sum mer sunset,” and as the twinkling stars ap peared in the firmament to cheer us by their presence, the gay and amiable ladies of Oxford came forth in white robes and brilliant countenances, to cheer us by their smiles. The night being favorable, a large number of “young folks” were soon assem bled to reap the rich “eeward” given by the Ladies to the Knights, for their “great exertions in the cause of humanity.” The mansion was brilliantly illuminated, and the bright light stealing into the august apartments, revealed a band of vigorous youth, of both sexes, making eloquent ap peals, chatting at the rate of 2.40, and evi dently in the very acme, of enjoyment. For a time we gazed intently upon the scene, but the attractions of it we could not long resist. Resolving therefore to com ply with the old adage, “when in Rome do as Rome does,” we willingly accepted the invitation of some kind friend to be in troduced to a lovely Miss —for which we are under obligations to him, as we found her interesting in the highest degree , and possessed of many redeeming qualities. We formed many other pleasant acquain tances, all of whom contributed largely to our enjoyment. When supper was an nounced, we marched out with a very pleasant acquaintance to partake of the rich repast, and as our eyes fell upon the luxurious dainties, and towering pyramids, we stood speechless with admiration. It was indeed a most splendid affair, and ex hibited a skill in its preparation that can not be surpassed. The enjoyment was kept up till a late hour of the night, and to our self it was most agreeably spent, and we left fully satisfied that in point of beauty, intelligence, and refined taste, the Ladies of Oxford are, in our judgments, unexcell ed. The next morning we had intended to take our departure, but being solicited to -attend a “Pick Nic” a short distance from Town, we concluded to remain, and in company with several friends, walked out to the appointed place. It was just the place for the occasion. A large flat rock of granite, embracing an area of several acres, bespangled with an occasional group of trees, covered with the thick foliage of yellow jessamine, which regale the senses with their delightful odour. A number of Lad es and Gentlemen were seen assem bled, and if the previous night was happi ly spent, not less so was the day, and we rejoiced that our stay had been prolonged. The sun declined, and onr company were ready for departure; but ere the time arriv ed, the delicious sounds of “Sweet Home,” rolling “at intervals upon the ear,” broke upon the stillness of the night, causing the very elements to echo, in strains hanno nius and enchanting, the soft and gentle music. It turned our thoughts to the lov-v ed ones away, and “with easy force opened all the cells where memory slept.” May the fair donors long live to bless some noble lover by the music of their voices. The coach drove up, and after grasping the hand ofour friends and waving an “adieu” to Oxford, we left its shad v groves, perfect ly delighted with all that we had heard and seen, and soon found ourselves safely domiciled in the walls of our own Sanc tums. • V LACEY. Penfield, Ga./May 12th, 1856. For the Temperance Crusader. BALDWIN RAIFORD DIVISION. Li the year 1848, Baldwin Raiford Di vision was organised at Bethany, Jefferson co., Ga. They (the members) have never faltered or fired; a grog-shop can’t breathe in a circumference of many miles. Some of the noble Sons of the Division (several of them) were once far gone down the road to ruin ! They have been true ever since their connection with the Or der. On the first of every returning May, they celebrate their anniversary, in a beau tiful grove. I was invited as usual to be there. Well I went. I will give you the particulars of my visit in another number. After dinner ,on Tuesday 22d ult., with stick and carpet bag in hand, I repaired to freight cars, at Palmetto. I felt buoyant and with elastic feelings off I went—l was reminded of other days, when travelling tar and nigh I was enabled to plant our white flag in many places where “Alchy” reigned before! Arrived at East Point and got on Macon passenger train and found that polite, sober, moral young man Huff, the Conductor on board, no man can know but to love him—l got off at Griffin and anticipated a great treat (not in liquor) but in spending one more night under the roof of W. Freeman. In this I was disappointed, but his excellent lady and family seemed glad to see the “old man,” and treated me as in former days, when this house was my home when travelling. What a sweet retired home for the traveller.—Wednes day 30th of April, off for Macon; young Wise, the Conductor, polite and agreeable I think he is wise in shunning, as no doubt he does the path of dissipation ; the road must he fortunate in having such Conductors as Huff, Wise, and Heydon. lam not acquainted with the others, no doubt, meritorious young men—arrived at Macon, beautiful Macon, Oh! that she had not one single plague spot in the shape of drinking saloons to mar her beauty or in jure her young men! Passing through that, grand building, the car shed; Dense at home, conducts me.to the Brown Hotel, the most superbly furnished house I ever saw. He showed me into both the gentle men and ladies parlors, and different parts of the building. Having but a few min utes to stay, got on Central care, and off for Jefferson, and find to my delight, Charlton aboard, as attentive, as polite, and friendly as over. He informed me be has been on the road eleven years. What a blessing to the road is such a Conductor. Arrived at Spiers Ttum Out, where I find horse and buggy in awaiting to convey me Ito my friend Dr. Houser’s* I was driven by his little son, who believes in Temper ance and Uncle Dabney so strong, that ai ded by such a father, he will never fall into old Alcohol’s dutches, v; We arrived in good time ; all glad to see me. His lady smiled, his children smiled, his daughter smiled, and playing sweet cold water notes on the Melodian, made the “old man” stronger in the Temperance faith. Did you ever see this man Houser, his high commanding forehead, his keen black eye; always pleasant, always cheerful and com panionable, and with all the talents of the first order—wielded too in behalf of Tem perance, morality and religion. I may in my next, give you some more account of the celebration on Ist of May, at Bethany Camp-Ground, the place of our meeting. ‘ Truly, Ac., D. P. JONES. KISSING NO ROBBERY. “Oh! quit—get out—now don’t you— I really wish you wouldn’t! Oh ! quit—will you ? Oh ! get out— You know you ought to shouldn’t. “There now, you’ve got it—oh, be still! You shan’t have any more ! You’ve got.—oh! take your face away— What no man has got before. “Once more—there, that will do—oh, don’t! You’ve rumpled up my hair ; If you’ll but quit, I’ll give you one— Now take it —there—there—there !” FASHION. “Come.” said the gay Miss Lightheart to her friend Miss Easy, one fine Sabbath morning, “let us go to church and see the latest styles; the most fashionable class of society always go there to church. And then Rev. Mr. is so popular and preaches such sermons; you will be delight ed. And sure enough, Paris has exported her very latest styles and had sent her rep resentatives to church as advertisements.— The sanctuary was full of dress and beauty. And oh, how all the devout creatures did scrutinize and quiz and scan bonnets, dress es and furs, until indeed, some of them lost their places in their prayer books, and even forgot their prayers in their endeavors to comprehend person and changes in style since last Sabbath, and what was most ad mired. The Rev. Mr. preached an admirable sermon, but many of his hearers, during service, were cutting patterns, select ing samples and getting good fits. After the sermon, a collection was taken up to aid our city poor. There was quite a commotion in the pockets for a few moments—rustling of paper, jingling of small silver and the dull chink of copper, constituted quite a money harmony not at all discordant to the ears of bearers of the bag. One collector was obliged to stop some time at one rich slip until the gentleman could take out his wal let, and turn over his money to find a levy for the occasion, and one remarkably gener ous fellow liked to have knocked the bottom out of the contribution box by throwing in a copper coin. The closing piece by the choir was exqui site, and several ladies bowed compliments to members of the orchestra, notwithstand ing it was Sabbath day. Quite a number was heard through the house, “how beauti ful.” And so the choir seemed to think, as was apparent from their complacent smile. It was indeed quite fashionable. The bene diction, and a sort of retreat from the organ, sent the audience on their way. It was in teresting to hear the current remarks as they passed along, mingling with their greet ings and salutations. “What an awful long sermon,” said Miss Graceless ; “he preach ed more than half an hour by my watch !” “Oh, did you see that lady in hlue silk, in Squire Wayside's pew ? What a little love of a bonnet she had on ; she got it at Mrs. Goodfit’s shop.” “How awful Mrs. Lace looks in that plaid with such trimmings. I wonder if Mrs. Sobermind hasn’t lost a friend; she was dressed in mourning.” Thus they went on discussing fashion, instead of preaching, until the pastor’s sermon, text, and all momentary impressions, ran into hats, bonnets, dresses and almost every thing else save religion. Monday began with a race for the shops, each gay lady in tent on an outfit, in later style, before anoth er Sabbath. Merchants could hardly v< ize what had given such an impulse to ‘ ness, until they learned that several appeared at church in the very latest ca tions of Paris.— Balt. Pat. THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD WIFE. Old George Talbot thus sketches the wo man that makes home a paradise : “A wife is the sweetest part in the har mony of our being—to the love of which, as the charms of charms of nature enchant, so the law of grace, by special privilege, in vests us. If a good wile—she is so religi ous, that every day crowns her a martyr, and her zeal is neither rebellious nor uncivil. She is such a true friend, that to her the husband may'’ communicate even his ambi tions. She is a colleague with him in the empire of prosperity, and a sale refuge when adversity exiles him from the world. She is so chaste, she never understood the lan guage lust speaks in, nor with a smile ap plauds it, although wit sparkles in the meta phor. She is fair only to win on his affec tions; nor would she be mistress of the most eloquent beauty, if by it the passionate might be betrayed into a lascivious thought. She is inquisitive only of new ways to please her husband; and her wit sails by no other com pass than his discretion. His virtues are her wonder and imitation, and his errors are no more frailty than brings him to the level ot a man. Her lair soul is in a tail body. It is like a river that windingly creepeth with many wavy turnings within the ena mel of a beautiful meadow, and ravisheth the whole world with the admiration of its excellency.” never loose sight of appear ances. No matter how violent may be a widow’s grief she never enjoys weeping with adequate gusto, unless her tears are dried with a perfumed handkerchief. If Mrs. Muggins wears Mechlin borders to her night-caps, it isn’t because her slumber will thereby be enhanced in sweetness, but that ■she might make a taking appearance in case es fire during the night. Mrs. Muggins is cousin to the old maid, who, when asked why she wore gold fringed garters, said she didn’t know “what might happen.” THE DAHLIA PLANT. To be able to select the best and choicest dahlia is a nice point, and some experience is required to make an individual fully con versant with the names of the varieties, so as to distinguish one from the other. They are divided into classes, according to their peculiar characters —as to being tipped, stri ped, or, what is termed by a florist, self-col ored. A self-colored is of a uniform shade —not tipped, or striped; a tip has the petal, from the middle to the point, of different shade from the other portion ; a stripe has the petals striped from their insertion on the receptacle to the point. There are also sev eral styles of mottling, which vary somewhat om the distinctions. In each of these class es there are hundreds ol varieties. Among the select sorts, highly recommended, are the Plantagenet—a good self-colored dahlia, large size, fair form, lilac-purple color; Em peror of Morocco—one of the most admired and best known tipped varieties, dark pur ple, tipped with white; the Baron Alder son is a showy orange, tipped with white, large and attractive ; the Niger is a dark, velvety, purple variety; the Madame Zah der is large, of an orange or bronzy shade; of the white sorts—Bragg’s Antagonist, and Indispensable are very good. COURTESY. No man is a gentleman, who without pro vocation, would treat with incivility the humblest of his species. It is a vulgarity for which no accomplishments nor dress can ever atone. Show me the man who de sires to make every one happy around him, and whose greatest solicitude is never to give just cause of offence to any one, and I will show you a gentleman by nature and practice, although he may never have worn a suit of broad-cloth, nor ever have heard of a lexicon. DCpHave you made one happy heart to day ? How sweetly you can sleep on the pillow—how sweetly sleep. In all this world there is nothing so sweet as giving comfort to the distressed, as getting a sun ray into a gloomy heart. Children of sor row meet us wherever we turn ; there is not a moment that tears are not shed and sighs uttered. Yet how many of those sighs are caused by our own thoughtlessness ? How many a daughter wrings the very soul of a fond mother by acts of ingratitude.— How many brothers and sisters meet to vex and injure each other, making wounds that no human art can heal. Ah ! if each one worked upon this maxim day by day—strive to make some heart happy—jealousy, re venge, madness and hatred, with their kin dred associates, would forever leave the earth. Cjre Cmjjarmta (fasakt. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. Saturday Morning, May 17, 1856. |3F“ltev. Claiborn Trussell, of Atlanta, is a duly authorized Agent for the Crusader. Liberal Offer. Any person sending us five new Subscribers, ac companied with the “rhino,” shall be entitled to an extra copy of the Crusader for one year. Orders for our Paper must invariably he accompanied with the cash to receive attention. _ Stop Papers.—Settle Arrearages. Persons ordering their papers discontinued, must invariably pay up all their dues. We shall not strike off any subscriber’s name who is in arrears. Politics and Temperance. Again has the caldron of political agitation began to boil and bubble. Throughout every portion of our country, the heated ebulition increases and ex pands. Over it the ambitious demagogue, and wire working politician, bends, zealously practising his mcantations, and gloating with deep inward delight . ‘ the success of his spells. Soon each party will have chosen their standard-bearer, and arranged them..elves rank and file under hisbanner. To pro mote the election of their candidate nothing will be left undone, which labor can accomplish, or intrigue effect. A great crisis will soon arrive; one in which the prosperity, safety, nay the very existence of our government will be endangered. Political speakers of every shade of opinion will canvass the land, de claring that if the people do not vote as they say, the country will bo eternally ruined. And what do they strive for in all this? Any great good which will be of lasting benefit to the country and place its interests on a firmer basis? No; thep strive for a more nominal triumph for their party, and appoint ments to offices in which they can do as they please while their party is in power. And to gain these little, petty, pitiful ends, they strain every nerve, ex ert every muscle, leaving nothing untried which could assist or pro.note their cause. What part or interest can the philanthropist take in these move ments? Can he give his aid to increase convulsions, which are perilous to the safety and fatal to the in terest of society ? lie should rather seek to still the tumult, to cast his influence like oil upon the raging waters, and induce men to think without passion or prejudice of the subjects presented for their consid eration. He cannot, without the greatest inconsis tency, raise the hosanna of praise in the Temple of the demagogue. He should stand aloof from the popular excitement, nor let his voice be heard, save in warning and expostulation. If such be the only consistent course left for phi lanthropists generally, it is so in a still higher de gree with Temperance men, who have banded them selves together for a work of humanity and love.— It matters not to them which party triumphs in the contest; both are equally opposed to them. There is nought which they can expect to gain from the wiles of political intrigue. As Americans, it is their privilege and duty to vote as they think best upon all issues which are presented to them ; as Temper ance men, they should labor without ceasing for the advancement of their cause. It is a deceptive soph ism th ,t they should remain inactive, while political agitation is extant. Tho interest of the cause de mands a continued and ceaseless vigilance on the part of its friends. We confidently believe, that were they to cast all other considerations aside, and labor with energy and perseverance at all times, we would triumph, and that right speedily. * • Flowers. Flowers are the most delicate specimens of artis tic skill left by God upon earth to attest His crea ting presence. The firmament bespangled with myriads of resplendent orbs, speaks of sublimity • the fantastic wreaths of sun-dyed clouds which cover the skies, speak of grandeur; but no object in Nature is so replete with poetic beauty as flowers. They fir transcend all inanimate beanty, and ap proach nearest that which clothes woman’s angelic mould. Other objects may address themselves to one sense only; but these by their splendid colors and refreshing fragrance, possess a double power to please. Without them, the world would be con verted into a gloomy waste, with nought to charm the fancy, or gratify the sight. From the earliest ages, the care and cultivation of flowers has been assigned co woman as her peculiar province. And it is fitting that it should he thus. There is no out-door occupation in which she can so appropriately engage. While the exercises at tendant upon it brings the glow of health to her cheeks, it is eminently calculated to cherish gentle ness, innocence and purity. And how expressive are they of woman’s character and condition. The slender vine clings by its soft tendrils to its support, and braves the storm, by which the loftiest oaks are riven. So woman, though feeble in her strength, acquires from her confiding nature, a power to with stand shocks of adversity, before which prouder natures quail. “In Eastern lands they talk in flowers,” and how fraught with meaning must be the messages which they convey. They form one long-continued, never ending poem, clothed in the rich imagery of fresh ness and purity. They are but the outer emblems of those brighter flowers of affection, which ahould ever bloom in the heart, and as such, they speak not to the head in glowing eloquence, or to the ear in “concord of sweet sounds,” but to the inmost soul, gaining a quick response in the mantling blush, the smiling lips, or the beaming eye. They speak all tongues, and require no media through which to hold communion with the soul. Evary sentiment which man hath conceived may be expressai in their significant languigo. Who loves not sweet flowers? Like bright seraphs from another sphere, they cluster around the faint, care-worn soul, and drive far away the dark forms of sorrow and des pair. Who hath not entered the flowery grove with angusihed heart and aching brow, wandering amid its bowers, until each anxious thought was lulled to rest-, and quietness jnd peace once more reigned over the troubled spirit? Thank God for flowers! We hafl with joy their rich fragrance which scents the morning air, or perfumes the breeze with dis tilled sweetness at the decline of day. We love to see them blooming around the humblest cottage, or the stateliest structure; for they impart new at tractions, and give us an assurance of woman’s presence, a hope to be greeted by her endearing smile. Plant flowers around your dwellings. They are the cheapest adornings by which you can ren der your homes beautiful. And while they adorn your yards and gardens, they will teach you lessons of humility, faith, and love, which if duly learned and practiced, will fit you to become bright flow ers, blooming in perpetual verdure amid the Para dise of God. * Maine. The opponents of Prohibition from one end cf the land to the other, have been chuckling over the re peal of the law in Maine. Let them not rejoice too soon ; their triumph may be as brief as it is inglo rious. We take the following from the Journal of the Temperance Union: The overthrow of the blessed law which has ele vatod this State and made it glorious in the eyes of all nations is complete. The liquor dealers have it all their own way. Well, this has been a beautiful interregnum of five years for the world too look at in .11 future generations. Its history and its opera tions should be carefully written out by the men who have been most active in the field. *We cannot believe that in the State of Maine, the pendulum of moralily and soberness will swing to the other ex treme as it did in England when royalty succeeded the Puritan Commonwealth. The friends of the law feel confident that the reign of rum will be short. They are stout of heart and of good cour age. The following is their language in the Port land Advocate : Our whole State is to he deluged with rum, to the destruction of virtue and good order; and ruin and distress are everywhere to abound to suit this band of conspirators who would clutch the offices of trust . and emolument. It is a long lane that has no turn, and we very much mistake the people of Maine it they do not hurl these men from power, and hi out the vile thing which they have enactad. We raise the cry of REPEAL, and we will agitate agitate, Agitate, till the disgrace which has been brought upon the State by the passage of tt'is law, is removed. We throw the banner of REPEAL to the breeze, and vve call upon the temperance men @f the State to rally, and overthrow the party, that have thus disgraced us, and put our dearest inter ests in jeopardy. Shall we not have a grand CONVENTION that the friends of prohibition may take counsel togeth er? We would like a response from our friends in different parts of the State, to this question. Shall we have a CONVENTION ? “ ‘You bachelors ought to be taxed,’ said a lady to a resolute evader of the noose matrimonial. “ ‘I agree with you ma’am,’ was the re ply, ‘bachelorism certainly is a luxury.’” We think, too, that it is a great luxury; one I which gives man an exemption from a multitude of the ills “which flesh is heir to.” Wc are, however, opposed to any tax, deeming it a sufficient punish ment to be made a standing subject upon which ev ery “College Miss” exhausts all the wit and sarcasm (not to say spleen) which she can collect and com press into her “graduating composition.” But rid icule from that or any other source, can never in duce us to insert our neck in the “noose matrimo nial,” for though it is long, we fear it would be in rather a confined position. We become more at tached to our single blessedness every time we see a newly married couple. “How do you enjoy marri ed life,” said we recently to a friend who about six months since immolated himself at the altar of Hy men. “Ah!” said he, (heaving a sigh like Virgils hero, l ab\imo pectwe') “the cares of married life are many and various.” So we thought, as we looked at his pale, wan face, so different from tho young man full of life and hope from whom wchad parted a few months before. Bachelorism is surely a great luxury. At least, we will try it a few years, and if wc find that we are mistaken, we will give up—if we can. * er The Phi Delta Society of Mercer University, will celebrate its 21st Anniversary on Thursday, the 22d inst., on which occasion, an Address will be delivered by M. N. Dyer, a regular member of the Society. The public generally are invited to attand. <.♦• We are indebted to Hon. A. G. Brown, for a copy of his Speech in Congress, delivered on the 28 th of April.