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For the Temperance Crusader.
Fort” Scott, Kansas Territory, )
April 28th, 1850. \
Messrs. Editors.: —I avail myself of this
opportunity to fulfill my promise made sev
eral weeks ago, to give you an account of
my journey to Kansas, &c., &c. Our trip
to this place was as agreeable and pleasant
as we could have expected. Our company,
which consisted of thirteen persons, re
mained well and hearty the greater part ot
the journey.
My object in writing this, is to give <o
Georgians and Southerners desiring to em
igrate to the Territory,.all the infoi mation in
my power. Jn doing this I shall write as
briefly and plainly as possible. I intend
nothing but what is strictly true and may
be relied on. Our passage over the State
Road was free, our baggage weighing about
two thousand pounds, cost us not a cent.
All honor to the State, may her future be
even brighter than her past. On the Nash
ville and Chattanooga Railroad, we paid
half price $2 50, distance 151 miles. We
passed close at the foot of “Look Out” ob
taining a most beautiful view of it, the sun
illuming its lop with its golden rays. We
arrived at Nashville at 5 o’clock, p. m, found
the Steamboat Cuba, bound for Paducah,
Ky., to leave in a few hours. You see trom
this we had but little opportunity to admire
the wonders of the place. It seems to be
a city of a good deal of business. The cap
itol, the pride of Tennessee, is a most beau
tiful building, situated in the centre ot the
town, commanding a fine view- of the
country for miles around.
We sailed down the Cumberland about
two hundred miles, down the Ohio sixty,
and up the Mississippi two hundred. The
Ohio is a beautiful stream, a mile broad with
the most lovely scenery adorning its banks.
The Cuba only ran to Paducah, at which
place we took passage on the “High-Flye,”
bound from Louisville to St. Louis. Our
passage from Nashville to St. Louis was
$lO. It was on the Mississippi that I first
saw the tricks and cunning of the gamblers
on our western waters. They were in a
company of three, but passed each other as
strangers, they soon picked out a victim and
in a few hours the poor fellow’s last dollar
was gone. Beware of gamblingon a boat.
We arrived at St. Louis after a runofthree
days, coming in that time 400 miles.
As we came up to the wharf, St. Louis
presented quite a scene of business and con
fusion. For two miles we saw one solid
line of boats, while on shore the bustle and
noise was enough to turn one’s head dizzy.
While here. I had the pleasure of hearing
Miss Eliza Logan perform in the play of
“Pizarro.” She also sung the Marseilles
hymn beautifully, gloriously.
We here found a dozen vessels ready to
sail up the Missouri; we however chose
the “Star of the West,” a beautiful boat.
Next to us stood a boat bound for Kansas
with 80 abolitionists on board. This is the
company that Henry Ward Beecher pre
sented with twenty-five Sharp’s Rifles.
Would you believe it, as they went out, the
Captain fired a cannon ! After a run of four
days, distance 457 miles, we arrived at
Kansas City, Mo. Our passage here was
sl2. We went out to the Southern hotel,!
about two miles from town, where we were
treated with all possible kindness.
We found the town filled with emigrants,
some from the South and, I am sorry to say,
a large number from the North. We soon
bought us a team, paying SIOO a yoke for
cattle, and started for the Territory. Wish
ing to get as far south as possible, we star
ted for Fort Scott, being about one hundred
miles directly south.
Our route lay through Jackson, Cass, and
Bates counties, Mo., and through a portion
of the Territory. The land is as rich as you
can desire, being of a deep black hue. It
was a grand sight when we came in full
view of the prairie, to see hundreds of acres
of unpeopled land stretching out of sight,
the monotony varied only by small bodies
of timber skirting the water courses.
It appeared at first almost impossible to
live in such a country without wood. The
settlers here however, tell us, there is an
abundance of it. They gain more in not
having to clear their land, than they loose in
not having wood. But nature has abun
dantly blessed this country. Whenever
there appears to be a scarcity of timber,
rocks without number can be found for
building houses, making fences, &c. As for
fire, atone coal can be found almost any
where.
After a most tiresome drive of five days,
we arrived at Fort Scott. This we found
to be one of the most beautiful places we
have seen since we left home. It was built
several years ago by the government and
consequently no expense was spared to make
it pleasant. The troops have been removed
to Fort Riley, and the houses sold to private
individuals. It is situated on a heautifuL
level plain on the south side of the Marma
ton river. This is a lovely stream. Its
waters are perfectly blue and clear and filled
with fish of every kind, ducks and geese can
•lways be found, its banks are the continual
abode of squirrels and wild turkeys, and
deer without number quench their thirst in
its limpid waters. The town is built in a
•quare, shaded by a beautiful grove of lo
cust and maple, and in the summer time,
might be a fairy’s resting place. The peo
ple are close in their money matters, but so
cial and kind-hearted. They are all South
ern men and true to their rights. I have
seen some twenty or thirty negroes walk
ing about tow r n. They are as safe here as
in Georgia; in some portions of the Territo
ry this may not be the case.
We are soon to have a paper here to be
called the “Southern Kansan.” Let the
South support this paper, and with a strong
arm, and a stout heart it will fight for her
rights until the vile horde of fanatics shall
be driven back, routed and defeated.
The cause of Kansas is the cause of the
South. Here the great battle is being
fought. Success here and all will be well, de
feat and the future is dark and gloomy. One
thing is as certain as fate, the South must *
rouse herself, or it is lost beyond recovery.
With a tew more such companies as Ham
ilton’s and Buford’s and the victory is won,
without them it is certain defeat.
The land here is as rich as mortal can
desire, your produce finds ready sale, the
California trade always supplying a market.
The prairie ploughed only once the
year will make eight barrels ol coin o
acre. As for fruit we have apple, peaches,
watermelons, and in fact everything a
grows in Georgia.
Fruits are higher in some things and low
er in others. Thus $2 a bushel tor salt,
$3 50 a hundred for flour, 50 cts. lor coin,
50 cts. for meal. Generally prices are about
the same. Excuse all mistakes, Mr. Editor,
people here can’t spare much time to write.
Yours truly, GEORGIA.
P. S. The report has just come into town
that there are seventy wagons of Georgia
emigrants encamped in 15 miles ol this
place.
For the Temperance Crusader.
THE ORPHAN’S FATE.
AN AUTOBIOGRAPHIC TALE.
BY “SETH SINCLAIR.”
’Twos Oil a calm still night, in the month
of May, when my mother died. Scarce
had the unhappy recollections that cluster
ed around a dying father’s bedside been
disposed, before another gloom of despair
was to cloud the sun of hope, which was
just rising in my breast, and scattering its
bright efulgent rays, amid the darkness of
a weeping heart arid the gloom of a des
pairing soul. But so it was. The die of
destiny was cast, and the gentle breezes of
death had fanned from existence, all save
the memory of a pious mother, and a kind
indulgent father. I was an orphan—no
longer could the gentle, yet resolute man
date of a father be heard, for his towering
form was laid low by the hand of Omnipo- i
tent death ; no longer could the sweet mur
mur of a mother’s voice, which had so often
applied the soothing salves of peace to my
young but aching heart, be heard whisper
ing sweet words of consolation in my ears.
No longer could I be called a fathers pride
and a mothers joy. Oh, how oft, while
bending my little knee in supplication to
high heaven and lisping that harmonious
prayer of
“Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”
Has she approached me ns thus I knelt,
took my little hand in hers, knelt by my
side, and sent forth to the chanceries of hea
ven, a prayer of pure devotedness to Al
mighty God. Then she would rise, clasp
me in her arms, be deck mv childi-h brow
with tears, as she told me of my dear de
parted father. With what cool, calm, and
christian-like resignation he had surrender
ed himself into the hands ofdeath, but what
a wistful glance he cast towards me. his
darling boy.
Soon the drooping form, the lustrous eye,
and the hectic blush told me, consumption
had marked hei fora victim. 1 did all in my
power to soothe her in her dying moments.
Oftentimes have I run to her bedside, taken
her emaciated hand in mine, imprinted akiss
of loving sympathy upon her pensive brow,
laid ir.y little hand upon her bosom, and
talked my childish talk, till the oblivion of
sleep would come over me; and 1 would
slumber upon her bosom. At length she
died, —and was buried, but let me pass over
the burial scene, for never again do l wish
to hear the doleful sound of a funeral bell,
or the dull reverbations, echoing from the
grave.
The frost of but seven winters had de
scended upon my head, yet. I was an or
phan, adrift upon the cold and uncharitable
world without a penny—without one I
could grasp by the hand and say “my
friend.” Yes, tis true I had no friend of
earth, but that One. whose very voice can
shake loose the mighty rocks'from their
ocean bed, and the mountain base, whose
mandate can cease the mutterings of the
raging tempest, the roar of the groaning
thunders, and the fiery belchings from “Ile
cla’s lolty top,” has said, he will be a friend
to the friendless,and a father to the lather
less.
I will not enu i erate the many trials and
tribulations I passed through during my
childhood, knowing that it is not the lot of
the orphan child to be the recipient of kisses
of motherly affection, flattery of fatherly
pride, and gifts of loving kindness. No one
can appreciate the bliss of a home, and the
love of a parent until the rude hand of mis
fortune has cast them on the billowy sea of
life, then do the happy recollections of other
days come teeming up with the memories of
many a by-gone day.
# * # * # *
Sixty years have been added to the mist
of departing ages since my mothers death.
I see gathered around me a group of lovely
children, but alas! their lots will soon be cast
amid the destinies of orphan babes—may
they never experience the blasting storms
of ad versity through which I have passed,
but when I am gone, when this bosom shall
no longer beat with earthly love for them,
then into thy hands oh, Father of Mercies,
I commend their destinies as orphan child
ren and penniless, friendless wanderers—
give them that faith which will enable them
to enter the realms of bliss, and bask forever
in the sunshine of eternal happiness. I feel
that I have triumphed over the destiny of
“an orphan’s sale,” and c .u resolutely enter
the dark and shadowy vale of death, and
as I plunge beneath its oblivion waters,
exultingly cry “I still live.”
Emory College, June 14th, 1850.
For the Temperance Crusader.
AN APPROPRIATE SIGN FOR A DOG
GERY.
Messrs. Editors : —Over the door of
Judge Benjamin Hill’s grocery, in the town
of Canton, there is swinging by the neck, a
large Rattle Snake’s skin, stuffed with bran !
Nowof all the signs of the times , I think
that is one ot the most significant and ap
propriate, and I sincerely hope that the
Judge, (who by the way is a very clever
man if he would’nt sell liquor) will not “take
it in soon, at least, not till he, in his sober
judgment shall think proper so to do ; and
I now propose making a few brief remarks
su gg es ted by the sign under consideration,
and above Judge Hill’s grocery. The first
thought that presents itself is, that the Rat
tle fcmake is a dangerous beast , and often
inflicts its deadly wounds, when its victims
are unaware of danger. It is perfect -snake
in the grass,” and so is liquor. Secondly,
no person should approach near a Battle
Snake, neither should any body dare to go
about a doggery. Thirdly, a great many
Rattle snakes are killed in this country, and
so is a great deal of liquor. Fourthly, the
Rattle snake has a very bad smell, and so
have doggeries, and those who drink liquor.
Fifthly, “in the form of a serpent” the devil
tempted Eve, and in the form of liquor he is
now tempting and destroying her posterity.
Sixthly, it was said of the serpent, which
beguiled Eve, that it was cursed “above all
cattle, and above every beast of the field,”
and that it should “go upon its belly” and
“eat dust all the days of its life,” and l think
that the time is not far distant when a simi
lar curse will come upon Alcohol, except
that the dust will drink it. And let not the
manner in which the subject of these re
marks is suspended be forgotten, for that
itself teaches a very important lesson. Let
it be remembered that it is hanging by the
neck , an attitude which many assume, and
an altitude which many attain who “seek
strong drink/’ In conclusion, let me urge
those who are free from the fatal coil of the
fiery serpent, to -look not upon the wine
when it is red, when it giveth its color in
the cup, when it moveth itself aright, for at
last itbiteth like a serpent, and stingeth
like an adder /” P. H. B.
Sutallee, Ga., June 4th, 185(5.
JCa&ies’ ®Uo,
THE LOVE THAT LASTS.
BY KEV. GEORGE B. CUE EVER, M. P.
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Tis not a flower of instant growth;
But from an unsuspected germ,
That lay within the hearts of both,
Assumes its everlasting form.
As daisy-buds among the grass,
With the same green do silent grow,
Nor maids nor boys that laughing pass
Can tell if they be flowers or no—
Till, on some genial morn in May,
Their timid, modest leaflets rise,
Disclsing beauties to the day
That strike the gazer with surprise—
So soft, so sweet, so mild, so holy,
So cheerful in obscurest shade,
So unpretending meek and lowly,
And yet the pride of each green glade.
So love doth spring, so lotc doth grow,
If it be such as never dies,
The bud just opens here below;
The flower blooms on in Paradise.
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GIRLS SHOULD LEARN TO KEEP HOUSE.
No young lady can be too \ve!i instructed
in anything that will affect the comfort of a
family. Whatever position in society she
occupies, she needs a practical knowledge
of the duties of a housekeeper. She may
be placed in such circumstances that if will
be unnecessary for her to perform much
domestic labor, but on this account she
needs no less knowledge than if she was
obliged to preside personally over the cook
ing stove and pantry. Indeed, 1 have often
thought it was more difficult to direct oth
ers, and requires more experience, to do the
same work with our own hands.
Mothers are frequently so nice and par
ticular that they do not like to give up any
part of their care to their children. This is
a great mistake in their arrangements, for
they are often burdened with labor, and
need relief. Children should he early taught
to make themselves useful—to assis their
parents in every way in their power, and
consider it a privilege to do so.
Young people cannot realize the impor
tance ot a thorough knowledge of house
wifery, but those who have suffered’ the in
convenience and mortification of ignorance
can well appreciate ii. Children should be
early indulged in their disposition to bake
and experiment in cooking in various ways.
It is often but a “troublesome help” thev af
ford, still it is a great advantage to them.
I know a little girl, who, at nine years
old, nade a loaf of bread every week during
the winter. Her mother taught her how
much yeast and flour to use, and she became
quite an expert baker. Whenever she is
disposed to try her skili in making simple
cake, or pies, she is permitted to do so. She
is thus, while amusing herself, learning an
important lesson. Her mother calls her
“little housekeeper,” and often permits her
to get what is necessary for the table. She
hangs the keys by her side, and very musi
cal is their jingling to her ears. I think, be
fore she is out of her teens, upon which she
has not yet entered, that she will have some
idea how to cook.
WOMAN’S POSITION.
We have not yet quite attained even to
that rudimentary truth, that “women are
not bom merely that men might not be lone
ly, but are in themselves possessors of im
mortal souls.”
The same mistake appears in ambitious
woman herself, when, instead of accepting
this her glorious distinction, and wearing
it as the unrivalled honor, she longs impa
tiently for some more pompous but ignoble
lame. The reason she feels herself insulted
by the theory, that man represents the head,
and she the heart—as if some advantage
thereby referred to man—is because she is
not yet thoroughly a Christian; is not will
ing to acknowledge that the heart is greater
nobler, wiser than the head —goodness than
mere intellect, love than logic, purity than
eloquence, holy living than able reasoning.
She lingers still under the old and barbarous
error, which sets Napoleon above Howard,
Byron over Wesley, Mary Wolstoncroft
over Sarah Martin, and wicked orator over
a working saint.
Herein we are all still stumbling among
elements, disloyal to that gospel which is a
dispensation to the affections. It is a delu
sion—lodged so deep in human judgments,
that it will be the last to he dispossessed by
the triumphant banners of the cross—that
the strong brain is nobler than the meek and
lowly spirit; that they who “seek after a
sign,” or “require wisdom,” and not “the
pure in heart,” shall see God.” She com
mits the same error, when in the choice of
her models for imitation from her own sex,
she prefers the brilliancy of Mandame de
Stael to the calm excellence of Elizabeth
Hamilton; envies Lady Blessington, or even
Madame Dudevant, above Mrs. Barbauld ;
and, in her heart, would rather have Jenny
Lifid Goldschmidt’s fame, genius, and ad
miration, than her charity. Still more
grossly does she err. because she then ruins
her self-respect and her social and moral in
dependence —when shehows it to be. or
suffers it to he, die first doctrine of he;
practical catechism, that the chief end of
woman is to be married to a man.-— lier. I.
I). Huntington.
NEW YEAR’S LINES.
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A DRUNKARD.
Farewell .. rug-shops, near and handy,
Farewell whisky, gin and brandy,
Farewell hats that sees all weather,
Farewell beds with scarce a feather,
Farewell broken chairs and tables,
Farewell dwellings worse than stables,
Farewell coat —more holes than stitches,
Farewell ragged vest and breeches,
Farewell empty pots and kettles,
Farewell cupboards without victuals,
Farewell ways that I’ve forseken,
Farewell tubs that have no bacon,
Farewell faces red and crimson.
Farewell hats that have no rims on,
Farewell drunken song and carol,
Farewell friends who love the barrel,
Farewell each drinking lad and lass, •
Farewell windows without glass,
• Farewell vows that I have broken,
Farewell oaths that I have spoken,
Farewell landlords and bar tenders,
1 Farewell ill! blue-devil senders.
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SUCCOR AND SAVE.
i Look about you and see the many objects
that require the aid of a friendly hand to
save them from ruin.
Behold a struggling child of misfortune
extending the imploring arm to you. and
with trembling tones tells you the plaintive
story of her trials and misfortunes. She
has seen those that loved her and protected
her from the snares of the world, pass away
to the grave, and she looks around and re
alizes that she is alone — alone! May it
never be vour’s to know and feel the bitter
meaning of that one word—Ar.o e! Her
heart would quicken its throb and the pur
ple tide ol life would flow the merrier, if she
had a friend. Bea friend to her and bright
en her gloomy prospect of tile. By doing
so, you will find a pleasant thrill on the
chords of your own harp in the heart.—
Give her friendship’s offering; it is more
precious to her than gold or costly apparel.
There are your friends, ihose you love
and whose welfare you earnestly desire,
beating out an idolatrous path to the thorny
shrine of sin and folly. You have long re
garded them with solicitous emotions. You
see them bowing down to the husks. Your
heart sinks within you as you see the flush
of the wine-cup upon their cheeks; you sigh
when you see them staggering under the
inebriating poison; and you pray that-they
may be arrested in their fatal career, when
you hear the rude oath hurst from their lips.
You know that they stand in dangerous
places—o-i the brink of a fatal precipice
leaning .on a broken staff, grasping at the
•tender grass. A word “fitly spoken” might
save them. Speak that word—speak it gent
ly, affectionately, firmly. It may save.
It your counsels are rejected, you will
have the comfortable assurance that son
have discharged your duty—that you have
endeavored to save.
On every hand, you may find wanderers
from the path ol virtue, honor and morality.
Urge them to return. Wherever you find
suffering humanity groaning in the dust of
shame or oppression, there “fly to s< ccor
and to save. —Spirit of the. Age.
“HE IS NOBODY BUT A PRINT, Bri
Such was the sneering remark ol a per
son residing not a thousand miles from the
door of our sanctum, in referring to the pro
fession we follow in pride! It makes the
blood run rampant through our veins to
hear such expressions from the lips of those
nursed on Republican soil !
Who was Denjamin Franklin, the philoso
pher ! ’Nobody but a Printer !’
Who was Samuel Wood wort ii, the poet (
•Nobody but a Printer !’
Who was Gov. Armstrong of Massachu
setts ! ‘Nobody but'a Printer!’
Who was Gov. Bigler, of California? No
body but a Printer!
Who was Gov. Bigler, of Pennsylvania !
•Nobody but a Printer!’
Who were George P. Morris, Jas. Har
per, Horace Greely, Robert Sears ! ’No
body but Printers !’
Who were Senators Cameron, Niles, Dix?
‘Nobody but Printers!’
Who was James Buchanan of Pennsyl
vania—our late Minister to England'’ ‘No
body but a Printer!’
And reader, we could give you a long
list of names of distinguished men who
were and are Printers, but think it useless.
One thing is evident; everybody that
chooses cannot be Printers! Whenever
people‘turn up their nose” at a Printer;
you may be certain of one thing: that
THEY ARE SHORT OF BUAIiVS !
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A ROMANTIC AFFAIR.
An affair, which was chock full of dram
atic effect and incident, and which contain
ed as much genuine romance as a library of
“yaller-kivered” novels, highly concentra
ted, came off, or, rather “came to a head”
a few days since. It seems that a certain
young female, who shall, of course, be name-
Uss, had “loved not wisely, but too well,”
and the mother of the damsel becoming ac
quainted with the real position of things,
sought out the author of the trouble, and in
sisted upon his marrying her daughter.—
This the youth most ungallantly refused to
do, and the mother, without consulting her
daughter. Iflftl the unfaithful swain arrested
and taken before Alderman Clements.
The young lady, upon hearing of the ex
treme measures to which her parent had
resorted, became frantic with rage and mor
tification, and she forthwith proceeded to
make arrangements for shuffling off this
mortal coil, and she actually h mged herself.
Fortunately, she was discovered before it
was too late, and cut down in time to save
her life. This incident having come to the
ears of her betrayer, his stubbornness yield
ed at once. He was unable to withstand
this last stiong evidence of devotion and
despair, and he consented to be married.—
The ceremony was performed by Alderman
Clements, and the twain found themselves
in a noose which we trust will prove a more
comfortable one than that by which the lady
sought to rid herself of her troubles.— Phil.
Bulletin.
THOUGHTS ON THE PAST,
! V'e clip the following from an exchange,
tin. author of which is not given. Let those
who think read :
‘•'J he past is secure. It is unalterable.—
The sea! of eternity is upon it. The wis
dom which it has displayed cannot he ob
scured; neither can they be debased by hu
man folly or human infirmity. The future
is that which may well awaken the most
earnest solicitude, both for the virtue and,
permanence of our Republic. The fate of
other Republics, their rise and progress
their decline and their full, are written but
too legibly on pages of history, if indeed
they were not continually before in in the
startling fragments of their ruins.
••They have perished, and perished hv
their own hands. Prosperity enervated
them, corruption debased them, and a popu
lace consummated their destruction. They
have sometimes been cheated out of their
liberties by servile demagogues; sometimes
betrayed into a surrender ol them by false
patriots. They have disregarded the warn
ing voice of their best statesmen, and have
persecuted and driven from office their best
friends. They have reverenced power more
in its high abuses and summary movements,
than in its calm and constitutional energy.
They have surrendered to faction what be
longed to the country. Patronage and par
ty, the triumph of a leader, and the discon
tents of a day, have outweighed all solid
principles and institutions of government.
‘•Such are the melancholy lessons of the
past history of the Republics, down to our
own. Let the history of the Grecian and
Italian States warn us of our danger. Let
the American youth never forget that they
possess a nobleinheritance, bought by the
toils and sufferings and blood of their ances
tors, and capable, if wisely improved and
faithfully guarded, of transmitting to their
latest posterity, all the substantial blessings
of life, the peaceful enjoyment of liberty,
prosperity, religion and independence. The
structure lias been erected by architects of
the most consummate skill and fidelity; its
foundations are solid, and its defences are
impregnable from without. It has been
reared for immortality, if the work of man
may justly aspire to such a title. It may
nevertheless, perish in an hour by the folly,
or corruption, or negiiganee ofits only keep
ers, the'people. Republics are created by
the virtue, public spirit, and intelligence of
the citizens. They fall when the wise are
banished from the public councils, because
they dare to he honest, and the profligate
are rewarded because they flatter the peo
ple in order to betray them.”
THE BIBLE.
It is a hook of Laws, to show the risht
j &
and wrong.
It is a Book of wisdom and makes the
foolish wise.
It is “a Book of Truth, that detects all hu
man errors.
It is a Book of Life, that shows how to
avoid everlasting death.
It is the most authentic and entertaining
history ever published.
It contains tiie most remote antiquities,
the most, remarkable events and wonderful
occurrences.
It is a complete code of laws -
Ii is a perfect body of divinity.
It is an unequal narrative.
It is a book of biography.
r t is a hook of travels.
: is a book of voyages.
tis the best covenant ever made; the
be t deed ever written.
It is the best will ever executed ; the best
testament ever signed.
It is the young man’s best companion.
It is the schoolboy’s best instructor.
It is u young man’s master-piece. •
It promises an eternal reward to the faith
ful and believing.
But that which crowns all is the Author.
lie is without partiality, and without hy
pocraey: ‘-with whom there is no variable
ness, neither shadow of turning.”
SINGU/aT TASTE
There is in possession of a farmer near
Bolton, Eng., a male ass, which is known to
be fifty years of age. lie is named “Billy,”
and he prefers tobacco to any luxury. He
is likewise very fond of a pinch of snuff.
Our informant, says an English journal, has
within these few days seen Billy to masti
cate a large quid of pigtail with as much
relish as any Jack tar in her Majesty’s ser
vice. When he had finished the tobacco a
strong pinch of rappee was administered,
which Billy snuffed up without the least
demur, and curling up his olfactory organ
delivered one of those charming solos pecu
liar to his species.
A LITERARY Ms N IN TROUBLE.
I)r. Rufus Griswold, the most flatulent of
Ametican ciitios and authors, is a party to
a divorce case now pending in Philadelphia,
tie has already married again under a de
cree <>l divorce, which it is now said was
obtained by fraud. Os course, if this de
cree is set aside, the second marriage is
v ,,\ • , . I Co l u, J sel against him, are the
ablest in hdadelphia, and they handle him
without gloves. Witness the following con
clusion of the speech of Mr. Sherman :
riswold s libel was a lie from beginning
o end—cunning and ingenius to be sure,
but none the less false; trifling with the sa
cred affections of one whom he had sworn,
before God and his angels, ‘to love, honor
and cherish, till death did them part.’—
opeedily trampling that oath in the dust;
lemorselessly turning her life of purity,
peace and content into one protracted ago
y- making with the life-blood of a broken
heart—he ‘ steals the livery of heaven to
serve the devil in,’ and with dissembling
looks he enters the solemn Temple of Jus
tice to defile the unsullied ermine of its min
isters, by asking them to legalize his lust and
gratify his unbridled passion. I say these
proceedings were commenced in perjury—
they were continued in fraud—thev have
developed to bigamy—and they will result
in death; when they will end, the Great
keeper of events, at the last day, can tell—
God forbid that 1 should seek to penetrate
the veil.”
mi i.-cumri —i,„n
(Temperance Cntsaber.
PENFiEU), .Georgia""’
Saturday Morning, June 14, 1850.
Hf“ Rev. Claiboro Trussed, of Atlanta, is a duly
authorized Agent for the Crusader.
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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.
The Convention.
We wish to keep continually before the friends of
Temperance throughout the .State, the Convention,
which is to be held in the City of Atlanta on the
22nd (4th Wednesday) of July. We wish for a real
mass meeting, a gathering together of men zealous
and devoted from every part of our State. We have
no doubt that.such a meeting will go far towards in
fusing into tiie movement its former life and activi
ty. Let every county send up a full delegation,
and we will soon have anew aspect upon our af
fairs.
New Presidential Mansion.
A spacious dwelling is now being erected on (he
Campus, which is to be occupied by the President
of the University. Asa matter of individual taste,
we do not admire the plan upon which it is built.
But we have no doubt that when completed, it will
present a very elegant appearance, and make a very
commodious and comfortable dwelling. One or two
more buildings erected on our Campus, would rem,
der it by art, what it is already by nature, one of tin.
most beautiful spots in our country.
Fine Paintings.
--We had the pleasure, a few evenings since, of ex
amining some beautiful paintings, executed by Mrs.
W. H. Dickinson, the accomplished Instructress of
the Ornamental Branches in our Female Seminary.
We have no hesitation in pronouncing them the most
elegant we have ever seen. We are no connosieur
of the Fine Arts; but there are few things which af
ford us greater pleasure than looking at a beautiful
picture. This pleasure we realized when looking
at those of Mrs. Dickinson. Her paintings in oil
colors are particularly brilliant. One executed en
tirely from imagination, shows her possessed of the
highest requisite for an artist, an inventive genius. •
lo parents who wish their daughters taught in this
elegant accomplishment, we cheerfully recommend
Mrs. Dickinson as a competent Instructress. *
.Oi
Emery College.
We are indebted to the politeness of its efficient
President, Rev. J. R. Thomas, for a Catalogue of the
Officers and Students of this Institution. It shows
the College to be in a very prosperous condition. It
calls for 28 Seniors, 34 Juniors, 40 Sophmores, and
25 Freshman.
Rev. Dr. Crawford.
t From the following extract from a letter to the
Nashville Banner, it will be seen that Dr. Crawford
the President of Mercer University, has accepted a
appointment in -Tennessee. Ilis removal will bo
serious loss to his denomination in Georgia :
“Since I have been here I have met with my
friend and old acquaintance, Mr. Eaton, the President
of Union University. lam informed that this Col
lege is in a high prosperous condition—numbering
largely over 200 students. In addition to the pres
ent able and well trained corps of teachers, the ser
vices of Mr. Crawford of Georgia, have been secured
—a son ol the late Wm. 11. Crawford, the first man
1 ever voted for President of the United States.”
Ihe above first appeared in the Savannah Jour
nal, ami we see it rapidly passing the round of our
exchanges. We are prepared to say that Dr. Craw
ford has not accepted a Professorship in Union
University, and so far as we are apprised, there is
not the least probability of his doing so. The Jour
nal very truly observes that his removal would ben
serious loss to the denomination in this State. We
hope such an event may never take place. No friend
of Mercer l niversity could see him retire lrom the
Presidency without the most profound regret. *
Wit.
“V\ e grant, although he had much wit,
He was very shy of using it.”
bo sang the author of Hudibras of some worthy
wight of his da}'. Such a character might have ex
isted then, but if a bard of the present day were to
attempt such a description, it would necessarily he
a draw upon his imagination. Men of our times,
usually display all the wit they have, and borrow as
much as they can to supply their deficiencies. Un
fortunately for the trade, those who borrow of this
commodity, can seldom reciprocate the favor by a
loan. Ihe result is, that when we find one person
of real, genuine wit, we find scores who ape him,
and strive to gain a reputation by palming off his
sayings as their own. Such venders of second-hand
witticisms never fail to excite the disgust of every
person of good taste.
M e have always thought it one of the greatest
misfortunes which can happen to a person, for him
to conceive the notion that he is witty. This seems
to eouic to some intuitively; but unlike most of our
intuitions, it is frequently very erroneous. Others
have been told so, and with a credulity exceeding
that of children, they have believed it. They then
imagine they have acquired a reputation for wit, to
sustain which all their powers arc laid under imme
diate contribution. To do this, no ettort or labor is
sp red. The “humorous columns” of newspapers
are carefully gleaned, and every exprorsion which
strikes their fancy*is stored away for future use.
They omit not all manner of awkward grimaces
and contorsions of the features, which will serve
to give force to thoir expressions. As the result of
their labors, a few gain the name of possessing a lit
tle wit, while by far the greater number are consid
ered fools.
There are few qualities of greater brilliance than
wit, or which win more general admiration. It is
at best, a dangerous gift, and none hut the most dis
creet can employ it with success. Few wits arc ever
loved, the greater number being admired and hated.
But for this, we should not depreciate its importance.
In its legitimate use, wit becomes a source of plea
sure and an instrument of power, equalled only by
eloquence. It plays with the fancy, claims our ad
miration, and often stirs the finest, deepest feelings