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GMftinal* 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. — o —• 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. - 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. — o — 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. i — - 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 ! - 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. - Liberal Ofer. 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. 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