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;,!■ “There is a power to make each hour, ’ As sweet as Heaven designed it; - I Nor need we roam to bring it home, g Though few there be that find it! 3 We seek too high for things close by, 1 And lose what nature found us; I For life hath here no charm so dear I As home and friends around us.” | “Watch, Mother.” He do not know when we have met with a more Hiing and beantiful poetical morceau than the Hiving. It breathes a sentiment of holy inspira- Hwhich touches every chord of the heart. Read Mother, watch the little feet, Climbing o’er the garden wall, Bounding through the busy street, Ranging cellar, abed aad hall. Never count the moments lost, Never count the time it costs, Guide them, mother, while you may. Mother, watch the little hpnd Picking berries by the way, Making houses in the sand, Tossing up the fragranOhav. Never dare the question ask— “ Why to me the weary task?” The same little hands may prove Messenger* of Light arul Love. Mother, watch the little tonuge, Prattling eloquent, and wild: What is said and what is surig By the joyous happy child. Catch the word while yet unspoken, Stop the vow bolbre tis broken , This same tongue may yet proclaim Blessings in a Saviour’s name. Mother, watch the little heart, Beating soft and warm lor you ; Wholesome lessons now impart; Keep, oh keep, that young heart true. Extricating every weed, Sowing good and precious seed, Harvest rich you then may see Ripen for eternity. Woman’s Power. “Nor steel nor lire itself hath power, Like woman in her conquering hour. Be thou but fair—mankind adore thee 1 _ Smile—and a world is weak before thee !” I The pout has disclosed the whole secret ■ woman’s conquering power. Fair in ler virtue, smiling in her goodness, she l-ields an influence which mailed warrior lever could. Her strength is in her gra pes, her weapon is love; and her power is Lsistless when these are combined with liodest merit, and dictated by conscious Inty. I In influence woman is much superior to luin, as affection is superior to intellect. Ilan represents the understanding of the ini verse, and woman the will; and man he mind, woman the soul; man the rea lm, woman the heart. The power of ob krvation and reflection are cold, useless Lppendages to the human being, unless Ivarmeti into exercise and attached to good pHjects by the feelings arul sentiments <d he affections mind. How little, in the world. do we think, judge, and kuow, in .•omparison with what we feel. Man may lo mighty things in the intellectual ad vancement of the world ; but “What I most prize in woman Is her affections, not her intellect! The intellect ia finite, but the affections Are infinite, and cannot be exhausted.” Female Beauty. “Dean Swift proposed to tax female beauty, and to leave every lady to rate her own charms. Ho said the tax would he cheerfully paid, and very productive. “Fontenelle thus daintily compliments the sex, when he compares women and clocks—the latter serve to point out the hours, the former to make us forget them. “The standards of beauty in woman va ry with those o 1 taste, bocrates called beauty a shortlived tyranny ; Plato, a priv ilege of nature; Theophrastus, a delight ful kingdom ; and Aristotle affirmed that it was better than all the letters of recom mendation in the world.” “With the modern On oks, and other nw tions on the shores of the Mediterranean, corpulency is the perfection of form of wo man ; and these very attributes which db ,lHt the Western European, form tin- at tractions of an Oriental Fair. It was from the common and admired shape of his conn irv women, the Rubens in his pictures <\e lights so much in a vulgar and odious plumpness; when his master was desirous to represent the •beautiful,’ he had no id. n of beauty under two hundred weight. Fi is very graces are all tat. But it shordd he remembered that all his models were Dutch women. The hair is a beautiful ornament of woman, but it has always been a dispu ted point which color most, becomes it.— W<> account red hair an abomination ; but yr the time of Elizabeth it found admire**, and was in fashion. Mary of Scotland, though she had exquisite hair of her own, worered fronts. Cleopatra was red hair ed, and the Venetian ladies to this day counterfeit yellow hair.” “Alter all that may he said or sung a bowr it. beauty is an undeniable fact, and its endowment not to be disparaged. Syd ney Smith gives some good advice on the subject. \Never teach false morality. How exquisitely absurd to teach a. girl that beauty is no value —her whole prospects and happiness in life may depend upon a new gown or a becoming bonnet; if she has five grains of common sense, she will find this out. The great thing is to teach her their just value, and that, there must be. something better under a bonnet than a pretty face, fur real happiness. Hut. never sacs iiict truth.”— Salid for the So<?bd. The, Wife. —Miss Bremer beautifully ex presses a good wife’s duty : “If you will learn the seriousness of life, and its lieauty also, live for your husband; be like the nightingale to his domestic life ; he to him like the sun-beams between the trees; unite ) ourself inwardly to him ; be guided by him ; make him happy; and then you will understand what is the beat happiness us life, and will acquire, in your own eyes, a worth with God and with man.” Language of Kissing. —We find the fol lowing in an old Scrap-bqok: “An Albany lady (a lady of experience) contends that a kiss on the forehead de notes reverence for the intellect; a kiss on tlm cheek, that the donor is impressed with the beauty r of the kissed one; but that a kiss on the lips is a token of love.” Kiss ing the hand of another expresses a willing ness to serve them, but kissing your own hand to another is a love-token signifying that you would kiss them if they were near enough. About Hoops. We have never joined the general news paper outcry against hoops, for apart from a very decided opinion in favor of allow ing the ladies to follow their own inclina tions in the matter of dress, we must con fess to a sort ot liking for the articles. It is perfectly useless, indeed, to institute a comparison between a lady, whether tall or short, with her dress hanging straight down to her feet and clinging closely to her form, and a lady admirably hooped in the present style. Die one looks like a ghost, in a winding sheet, and the other like a queen of beauty, moving on in un disputed bare poles, and the last of a gal lant ship on the bosom of the deep, with all her canvass spread and pennants stream ing in the wind. Nor is this the most im portant consideration. The present sash ion not only imparts grace and dignity to the female sex, but healthfulness and corn fort also; and in this respect they promise to do more than all the cunning inventions of the painter conld do to beautify and bring back a lost bloom to the cheeks of those who have suffered absolute martyr dom under the monstrous fashions of past years. Nevertheless, there arc ridiculous pha ses in this era of hoops, which must pro voke a laugh, though this is by no means an argument against their utility. A keen observer of events illustrates this point as follows: Two little, girls of twelve or fourteen years passed along the street, surrounded by hoops and trailing long drosses over the pavement. They were novices in the man agement of such rigging, but determined to acquire the art or die in the attempt.— “Do 1 twist too much?” asked one of the anxious couple, as she wriggled along.— “Oh no,” said the other, dropping a little behind to observe her, “hut if you could rise a little on your toes as you squirm, it would throw your dress better.” Invention of Stays. —Tradition insists that corsets were first invented by a brutal butcher of the 13th Century, as a punish ment for his wife. She was very loqua cious, and finding nothing would cure, he put a pair of stays on her in order to take away her breath, and so prevent her, as he thought, from talking. This cruel punish ment was inflicted by other heartless hus bands, till at last there was scarcely a wife in all London who was not condemned to the like infliction. The punishment be came so universal at last that the ladies in tin ir defence, made a fashion of it, and so It has continued to the present day, Brifjht llojms and Gloomy. —Ah, this beautiful world ! I know not what to think of it. Sometimes it is all sunshine and gladness, and heaven itself lies not tar off, am! then it. suddenly changes, and is dark and sorrowful, and the clouds shut out the day. In the iivcsof (he saddest of us there are bright days like this, when we to. 1 as if we could take the great, world in our arm J . Then come gloomy hours, when the lire will not burn on our hearths, and all without, and within is dismal, cold and dark. Believe me, every heart has its se eret sorrows, which the world knows not, and ofrirm-s we call a man cold when h * is only sad. LonyfcUow. The Delights of Country Life. As this is the time when many hundreds of amntuer farmers, retired to the country from the city, are doing their best in the ‘ex perimental’ way, we suspect that the at tempts made by Mr. Pugsby, n retired Lon don shoemaker, and family, to cultivate a Ismail thrm left them hv a country unde, some two hundred miles limn London, will cause many a toiling brow to wrinkle. The old lady writes to a town friend : “As 1 know you will like country delica cies. you will receive a pound of fresh but ler, when it “comes;” and 1 mean to send you a cheese as soon as 1 can get one to stick together. “We wring a pig's neck on Saturday, and then 1 will send you some nice pork. “We have smoky chimneys, in which our barns are hung : but “what is to he cured must he endured,” as the minister says. “John, our son, in attempting to plough the other day, rnet with an agricultural dis tress! As soon as he whipped his horses the plough stuck its nose into the ground and tumbled over head and heels.” The “old man’s letter smells of the shop.” lie writes: “The cows have all run away, except, them lhat hast hu'st themselves in the clo ver fields, and a smail dividend, as I may say, of one in the p rand. “Another item: The pigs, to save bread and milk, have been turned into the woods for acorns, and is an article producing no returns, as not one of ’em has yet corne back. “P. B.—• Poultry ditto !” Perhaps there are not a few at this mo ment, within a hundred or more miles from our city, who, under the contradictory “ad visement” of various correspondents of ag ricultural newspapers, are having somewhat similar “experiences” to these. [CPThe following good matured para graph is going the rouifd : Speaking of olive oil, let me tell you an anecdote of my friend Godey, of Philadelphia, of the Lady’s Book, sir, the best, hearted man of that name in the world. Well, sir. Godey had anew servant girl; I never knew any body tligi didn’t have anew servant girl. Well, sir, Godey had a dinner party in early spring, with lettuce. He is a capital hand at salad, so he dressed it. The guests ate it: and sir—well sir, 1 must hasten to the end of my story. Said Godey to the new girl next morning, “What has become of that bottle of castor oil 1 gave you to put away yes terday morning ?” “Sure,’ said she,* “you said it was castor oil, and 1 put it in the eas lor.” “Well,” said Godey, “I thought so,” Fashionable Friends. The hardest trial of those who full from affluence and honor, to poverty and obscu rity, is the discovery that the attachment of so many in whom they confided was a presence, a mask to gain their own ends, or was a miserable shallowness. Some times, doubtless, it ia with regret that these frivolous followers of the world desert those upon whom they have fawned ; but they soon forget them. Flies leave the kitchen when the dishes are empty. The parasites that cluster about the favorite of fortune, to gather his gifts and climb by his aid, lin ger with the sunshine, but scatter at the approach of a storm, as the leaves cling to a tree in summer weather, but drop off’ at the breath ot winter, and leave it naked to the stinging blast. Like ravens settled down for a banquet, and suddenly scared by a noi3e, how quickly at the first sound of calamity 7 these superficial earthlings are specks on the horizon. But a true friend sits in ihe centre, and is tor all times. Our need only reveals him more fully, and binds him more closely to us. Prosperity and adversity, are both re- Vefilers, the difference being that in the former our friends know us,’ in the latter we know* them. But notwithstanding the insincerity and greediness prevalent among ni'-n, there is a vast deal more of esteem and fellow-yearning than is ever outward 1) shown. There are more examples of unadulterated affection, more deeds of si lent love and magnanimity, than is usual ly supposed. Our misfortunes bring to our side real friends, before unknown.— Benevolent impulses where we should not expect them, in modest privacy, enact nut ny a scene of beautiful wonder amidst the plaudits of angels. And, upon the whole, fairly estimating the glory, the uses, and the actual and possible prevalence oi the friendly sentiment, we must cheerily strike lyre and lift voice to the favorite song, con fessing, after every complaint is ended, that “There is a power to make each hour As sweet as Heaven designed it; Nor need we roam to bring it home, Though few there be that find it! We seek too high for things close by, And lose what nature found us; For life hath here no charm so dear As home and friends around us.” Reo. Win. R. Alyer. A Singular Affair. A man at Hague, becoming tired of his wife, attempted to poison her in the fol lowing manner: They had sat down to dinner, and while she had left the room or her back was turn ed, he put the poison in her soup. Not daring to trust himself in her presence, he feigned some excuse and left the room.— By a wonderful Providence, when she came to the table, a spider had dropped from the ceiling of the room into the soup plate. She was especially’ afraid of spiders I and her husband had often laughed tir her ! for it. So she carefully look the. spider out with a spoon, and finding she could not bring herself to eat it, she, in flu- ab sence of her husband changed plates and ate his soup. After a while he came back ; and ate what, he supposed to be ? h *. pure • soup, lie was immediately taken with convulsions and expired. Before death he ■ confessed ihaf he ha ; i poisoned the Soup, and that if must have ! ecn placed Ik fore him unintentionally by his wife. Now how narrow was the escape of his wife, nos on ly from being poisoned, but from being Imng. If the man had died without a confession, the woman must have been immediately arrested. Poison would have been found in the man and in the soup piste. She gave him tle Koiip. Here would have been cir cumstantial evidenc- si rong enough to have hung her, and an innocent woman would ’ have suffered, but for the confession. Row it feels to be Hanged. Au acquaintance ot Lord Bacon, who meant to hang himself— only partially—lost his looting, and was cut down at the last extremity, having nearly paid for his curi osity with his life. Iledeclared that he felt no pain, and his only sensation was the tire below his eye. which changed first to black and then to sky blue. These colors are even a source of pleasure. A Captain Mon tagnac. who was hanged in France during the religious war, and rescued from the gib bet at the intercession of Viscount Turenne, complained that, having lost all pain in an instant, he had been taken from a light of which the charm defied all description.— Another criminal, who escaped by the break ing of the cord, said that after a second of suffering, a fire appeared, across it. the most beautiful avenue of trees. Henry IV. of France sent his physician to question him, and when mention was made of a pardon, the man answered coldly that it was not worth the asking. The uniformity of the descriptions render it useless to multiply in stances. They liil pages in every book of medical jurisprudence. All agree that the uneasiness is quite momentary; that a plea surable feeling immediately succeeds; that colors of various hues start up before the sight; and that these having been gazed on for n trivial space, the rest is oblivion. The mind, averted from the reality of the situa tion, is engaged in scenes the most remote from that which fills the eye of the specta tor —the vile rabble, the hideous gallows, and the struggling form that swings in the w i rid . —London Rt citw. The New Key. “Aunty,” said a little girl, “1 believe I have found anew key to unlock people’s hearts and make them so willing; for you know, aunty, Cod took my father and my mother, and they want people to be kind to their poor little daughter.” “What is the key ‘Tasked aunty. “It is only one'little what But aunty was no guesser. “It is please-” said the child; “aunty, it is please; if l ask one of the great girls in school, ‘Please show me my pursing lesson?’ she says, M) yes,’ and helps me. If I ask, ‘Sarah, please do this ldr me?’ no matter, she’ll take her hands out. of the suds. If 1 ask, uncle, ‘please,’ he says, ‘Yes, puss, if I can;’ and if I say, ‘please, aunty— ’ ” “What does auntv do?” asked aunty her self. “O. you look and smile jusi like mother, and that is best of all,” cried the little girl, throwing her arms round aunty’s neck, with a tear in her eye. Perhaps other children will like to know about this key; and I hope they will use it. also; for there is great power in the small, kind courtesies of life. C|e Ctnpraittt Cnisakr. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. Saturday Morning, September 27, 1856. 23?” Rev. 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 be accompanied with the cash to receive attention. •<.. Stop Papers.—Settle Arrearages. to the Crusader who choose to have it discontinued at any time, will please express their wish by a written communication , accompa nied by the cash for all arrearages, rather than trust it to a Postmaster. Sending numbers back, or leaving them in the office, is n t such notice of dis continuance as the Law requires. Sons of Temperance. The next annual meeting of the Grand Division 8. of T. of the State of Georgia, will meet in the city of Atlanta, on Wednesday the 22d day of October next at t) o'clock, A. M. If is earnestly hoped and expected that each and ever .- Subordinate Division in the State will be fully represented, and that the older members of the or der may be present to give us their aid and counsel at that time, as business of groat importance to every true Son of Temperance will corne up for action. E. C. GRANNISS, G. W. Patriarch. Macon, Sept. 1(5, 1850. Grand Division S. of T. We publish above the notice of the meeting of this body. We earnestly hope that every Division will send their Delegates, and have a large and en thusiastic. meeting. Something should be done to arouse a feeling of interest among thy temperance men in our State. The indifference which has exist ed in regard to this subject for the last ten months should carry grief to the heart of every true friend of the cause. * Cold Weather. The last two or three days has been so cold as to render it very unpleasant without fire. We learn that there was considerable frost on Wednesday morning, though we saw none. This is several weeks earlier than we have ever known frost. Mt. Moriah Division S. of T. Our esteemed correspondent *J. If. 0., has fur nished us with a full account of the Anniversary of this old and faithful Division, which as it is rather lengthy, we take the liberty of condensing. It came off on the sth inst. They were favored with a very respectable visiting dei-gation from Baldwin Rni ford Division, while the audience in attendance was very large After marching from their Hal to the Church the meeting was organized by the ap pointment of Rev. J. W. Allen, Chairman, and J. H. Oiiiphant Secretary. Addresses were made by Col. L. D. Lallcrstadt, President of the State Tem perance Convention, Lewis Palmer, Esq., S. H. Oi iiphant, Milledge Murphey, and Rev. J. W. Allen.— Though considerably varied in style and manner, all of the speeches were good; plain, practical and effective, and well receive by the audience. The whole occasion was one of unmixed pleasure to all who participated, and must give great encourage ment to the Division and its friends. We sincerely hope this celebration will prove no idle pageant, but like seed cast upon the waters will bring forth good fruit many days hence. For active energy, zeal and success, Mt. Moriah Division, No. 240, has been ex celled iv none in the State. * South Carolina Temperance Standard. It is with feelings of deep regret that we chronicle tiie death of this valiant champion of our cause. - It’s career has been short, but brilliant. Right gal lantly has it borne its colors, and now they trail not in the dust before an enemy. We sadly extend to friend Corley our parting salutation, and wish him that peace and happiness which he eminently de serves. We hope that our sister State will soon be blessed with a Temperance paper worthy of her and the cause. * Sale of Souls. The fanatical advocates of a false philantropy speak and write much concerning the sale of human bodies, but wilfully ignore the fearful sale of souls which is daily taking place around them. Navies have been equipped, and minions - treasures expen ded in suppressing the African slave trade, while throughout, our land, a shamble for the sale of souls is erected at almost every Cross Road. The process is a,s plain, as clearly defined as any trade which could be named, the only point of difference being that in this case, the person who is sold himself pays the purchase price. Can anything be more strange than this? More inconsistent with the dic tates of reason and sound sense ? Were a poet or a writer of fiction to represent a man as selling his hopes, his prospects, his body and soul, for time and eternity ; as bartering away the peace, comfort, and happiness of his wife and children, we would condemn it as a gross misrepresentation. But weie he to make the man pay from his own pocket the price for which lie sold them, we would consider it too absurd for a moments consideration. Yet all this finds more than a parallel in nature. Every year, every month, nay every day, thousands sell their souls to the Prince of Darkness, and pay his agents, the Rumscllcr’s, for taking them. Like Indian devo tees, they madly throw themselves before a power which can but destroy them—-with a blindness ex ceeding that of the mother who plunges her infant beneath (tonga’s current, they throw all they have upon a wave which wafts them to certain destruc tion. flow truly has it been said that “truth is stran ger than fiction.” fjjgr The editor of the Central Georgian in sketch ing a tour he has lately made, asks “What makes Oxford so much better a place than many other Villages in Georgia ?” We can give one reason. There is no Grocery there to create and collect those worthless charac ters, which are greater pests to our country towns than the locusts of Egypt. A stagnant pool does not more certainly generate musquitoes, than does a doggery, ganib’ers. 1 afers, and a thousand types of humanity in its most degrading states. Oxford is merely what every Village in our country might be, were they freed from this destructive curse. Beards. A dry theme, one might suppose, and one not likely to be productive of much valuable or interest ing thought. But amid the unmitigated dullness of the times, we hail any subject ns a god-send, and for the first time in our lives, we are thankful that beards have ever existed. Excuse ns for the utterance of the thought; for it would seem indeed to be taking joy from the woes of others. The practice of wearing beards, like some other vicious habits, is a relict of barbarism, which has withstood all the humanizing influences of civiliza tion. It bears in itself an evidence of its origin, no thing being more clearly indicative of a savage na ture. It appears perfectly natural to us, when we see the sages of antiquity represented with ponder ous beards, because we know that notwithstanding their intellectual greatness, they were barbarians in their manners. But with respect to our contempo raries it is quite different. A bearded face always conveys an unfavorable impression, a notion that the man is wanting in a!! the finer feelings of the heart. We may indeed learn to love a man despite this ap pearance; but we would do it much easier and much quicker, without this marring of the “human face divine.” There are a variety of excuses advanced bj’ men for suffering their beards to grow. Some do it be cause it is fashionable. To these, or about these, we can say nothing ; for when men or women take a notion to be fashionable, Reason is an adviser whom they never consult. Nothing, however, can be more disgusting to us, than to see a young dandy with a beard trimmed in the latest Parisian style, assidu ously striving to impart to a pubescent Imperial a graceful curl. We never see one of them without thinking them monkeys, who hiving relieved them selves of their caudal appurtenances, attempt to im pose upon mankind by forcing themselves into ‘hu man society, or that nature made a mistake in hav | ing failed so add these desirable appendages. But thr re are others who attempt to reason on this subject and boldly quote Scriptuie for the deed.— If, say they, the heard was not intended to be worn, why was it given to us. There, we admit, you are too hard for us. We might as reasonably ask, why the nails grow, and require paring, or why the teeth do not. The ways and designs of Providence arc in many cases beyond our scrutiny, and we seek not to penetrate the vail. We sim ly know that the hu man countenance looks vastly more handsome and rational without than with beards. If this argument proves anything however, it proves more than its adherants would desire. For if it be wrong to take away from nature, it is equally as much so, to add thereunto. Hence those who adopt this process of reasoning, should never employ “purple or fine lin nen” to improve their appearance; for these are adornments which nature never provided. Bnt they add so much to a man’s dignity. Very much, indeed. A hear is very dignified, and so are some other animals we might name. A man looks vastly dignified and very cleanly too, when he has to hold asidr his moustach to take a mouthful of food. The reverend occupant of the Sacred Desk, looks the very impersonation of dignity, as his voice struggles feebly t hrough a forest of hair, announcing the sad !aet that he is seriously threatened with a bronchial affection, and that a season at a fashionable watering pl ;, ce is absolutely essential to his recovery. We never opined however that dignity lay in the per sonal appearance. We have seen small, homely, smooth-faced men who had a great deal of dignity • and large, portly men who had none. VYe have seen men looking dignified in the last degree, leaning against a lamp-post, emitting the most gentlemanly oaths from their hair-adorned lips, any} we are sorry to say, this is the kind of dignity to which most beaded men aspir e. It is said again that beards promote cleanness and health. Well, if a receptacle where dust, smoke, cob-webs, and all manner of filth with which the air can he charged, may find a lodgment, is promotive of health or cleanliness, we give up the argument.— This is a question which the medical faculty may decide. But as a matter of taste, we would prefer preserving our health at a smaller sacrifice. In our opinion, the custom of wearing beard is the m st absurd, unreasonable, and unmeaning, which a rational being ever adopted. It mars the expression of the human countenance, and impairs the beauty of the fairest work that overcame from the Creator's hand. Say that they impart to the face an appear ance ot manliness; it is a mark of civilized refinement to cut them off". Persons who wish to convince the world that they are inen t had best go about it in some other way than wasting bottles of hair tonics and the balm o! a t housand (lowers, ’’ in attempts to convert themselves into feeble imitations of the goat tribe. But while they make themselves quite as disagreeable in appearance and offensive in odor as their patterns, they display far less reason and good sense; for the one are content to remain as they were made, while the others spend their lives in vain attempts to become different animals from what Cod created them. We hear much of large hoops, little bonnets, rouge, and other adornments with which the fairer portion ot creation are wont to beautify themselves. These are undoubtedly great follies, and justly deserve all the sarcasm which has been heaped upon them.— But fur consistency’s sake, they should never be con demned by a person who wears beard. Were we a lady, no whiskered knight could ever win our smile. We would, iike Barca of old, make each lovelorn suitor swear eternal hostility to beards, upon the al tar of his heart’s affections. Should we have the misfoilune to fall in with some perverse son ol Esau, we would consider ourself ns wretched as Titania when she coved the amiable checks of the Ass’ head. * ~ take the following extract from the min utes of the Rehoboth Association, in ref rence to our much esteemed lellow-citizen, and our former much loved, instructor, Prof, S P. Sanford. In our opin ion, a more deserved tribute was never paid to ster ling worth and unobtrusive virtue : •* I’he closing exercises of this day were particular ly interesting. The Association being favored with the presence of the senior Professor in Mercer Uni versity, the Alumni took occasion to speak of their appreciation of his merits and services in terms of highest praise. Rev. S. Landrtmi, in a very happy manner, referred to his fidelity as an officer, and h s kind and affable manners, which had won the es teem of his pupils, and embalmed his name in the memory of Mercer’s alumni. ‘‘Rev. B. F. Tlmrpo remarked, that he was the old est Alumnus present, and was a member of the Uni versity 18 years ago, when Prof. Sanford first be came a member of the faculty. He was there in the working dai/x , saw Prof. S. on the farm, in the col lege, at home, and can testily to the many virtues of his esteemed preceptor. Rev. Wrn. C. Wilkes heartily corroborated what had been said of Prof. 8., and being a member of the second class that grad uated, he was w ith Prof. S. in the ‘days that tried men’s souls.’ Pcntield has had its share of trials. Tn ’4l and ’42, her sun seemed well nigh set; hut, amid the strife which has drawn numbers into its devouring vortex, Prof. S. has moved on, uninjured, in the even tenor of hia way. The shafts of envy, prejudice, and malice have fallen thick around him, but he passed unscathed. To pass through such an ordeal without injur"-, indicates the possession of no ordinary degree of prudence, and entitles him to the highest confidence of every Baptist in Georgia. “Rev. S. Landrum then introduced Prof. Sanford to the Moderator and Association, when every mem ber of the body gave him his hand, cordially wel coming his visit among ns.” pjf* - It is stated that over fin,ooo barrels of lager beer will he manufactured this year in Milwaukee alone. It might have been added that thousands of drunk ards, paupers, widows and orphans will he manu factured also. There, is now in Press, and will he issued on the 27th of September, “the Banished Son,” by Mrs. Lee Hentz. Published by C. J. Peterson, of Phila delphia, in cloth, one volume, $1.25. Paper cover, two vols., sl. Copies of either edition will be. sent to any part of the United States, free of postage on the reception of the price above named. Book Table. Harper's Magazine. The October number is duly on our Table. The “Sketches of Eastern Travel,” “Insects aad Insect Life,” are interesting papers.—- The charming novel “Little Dorrii,” 1> - Dickens, is still continued. Price $3 a year, 5 copies $lO. Godey's Lady's Booh. The design of this work is kept steadily in view by the editor's, and surely it could not he much better adapted to those for whom't is intended. Every lady will readily admit that she gains more than the price in real, practical information. Price $-2 a year. Southern Cultioator. The patronage afforded this journal is not near so great as it’s merit deserves. Ev ery farmer in Georgia should take and read a copy. Puhli-hed by W. S. Jones, Augusta, Ga., at $1 a year. —■ G-eorgia News Condensed Mr. Joel G. Potts, aged twenty-three years, was killed by lightning, in Gordon county, on the 9th inst. James Brown and Wm, Chason were killed by lightning, near Bainbridge, on the 12th inst. Sev eral persons present were severely stunned, and two mules and a horse killed. The Cuthbert Reporter of the 6th inst. says the storm throughout Randolph county, from the best information it can gather, has been very destructive to the planters. The cotton crop without a doubt, has been cut off almost a third. Dr. YVni. J. Holt has just returned to Augusta, after an absence of upwards of four years which he spent in the Russian service, in the Crimea, in the capacity of Surgeon. The Postmaster General has established anew Post Office in Elbert county, by the name of Web ster Place, and has appointed Dr. Benjamin C. Smith Postmaster. J he Postmaster General lias established anew Post Office at Hancock’s Landing, Burke county, and appointed John A. Gibson, postmaster. J3iP F ”Bishop Pierce left for Kansas last week, to hold a Mission Conference there. We hope he w ill n t fail to resume at an early day, his “Incidents of Travel,” as his former tour was received with such a zest by the public.— Sparta Georgian. 33P”The Mount Vernon hotel, which was burnt at Cape Island, New Jersey, on the night of the sth inst., was regarded as among the largest hotels in the world, and able to accommodate three thousand per sons. Philip Cain, thelesee, Andrew Cain, Martha Cain and Mrs. Alberston, lost their lives in the flames. Mrs. Cain was not among the victims. A Monster Frigate. The new frigate at the Hoyal dockyard at Pem broke, the Diadem, is so advanced in her construc tion as to be ready to be immediately caulked. The Diadem is the first of the new class of enormous fri gates building to match the Americans, and though only to carry 32 guns, yet her length and tonnage are equal to a ship-of-the-line. Her length is 240 feet, and her tonnage will be upwards of 2500 tons. The armament of this ship will be enormous, being 32 86-pounders for 8-inch shells, with one pivot gun of 95 cwt., and 10 feet in length. Her engines are to he of 1000 horse power, and as her model is ex ceedingly good, it is expected she will be very fast. —London paper. Attempted Suicide in a Church. A thrilling scene occurred in the Greene-street M. E. church, Philadelpia, last Sunday. It appears that a man named Baber, walked up the middle aisle, and after reaching the altar, turned so as to face the con gregation, and then taking a five-barrelled revolver out, presented it to his own breast and pulled the trigger. The cap fortunately exploded without ig niting the powder within the pistol, and before he could attempt to fire another barrel the pistol was taken from his hand by two members of the church. During this time the greatest excitement prevailed amongst the congregation, children and women screaming, while some made a rush for the doors, but they weic closed, so as to prevent any one from being injured in making a hasty exit. Baker was taken from the church by two men, who took the pistol from him, and he was given in charge of the police. Baker, it is said, has for several days past been laboring under temporary insanity.— Sun. — *>■. . _ — Horrible Tragedy. i he 1 hiladelphia papers ol Tuesday contain a long account of the murder of his wife by Nathaniel West, who then attempted suicide, at No. c 4 Mer chant street, above fourth. The parties lived un happily together, quarrelled, and the husband stab bed his wife fatally with a. dirk knife. The deceased has left three children. She was thirty-live years of age. — *■ *- Expensive Animals. Among the “passengers by the Hudson River Railroad, on Saturday, were two Cashmere goats, bound for Tennessee. The Albany Times savs they were purchased in South Carolina at $2,600, and have been exhibited in New York. Admitting the two animals to weigh sixty pounds, for they are diminutive creatures, they would cost about forty lour dollars per pound. How Poor White Children are treated at Boston. Ihe Boston I ranscript states: A lit tit? boy, only eight years old, was broug it before the police court yesterday afternoon, and sentenced to the House of Reformation during his minority', for stealing fifty cents worth of lumber from a yard on Commercial street.