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I ‘ jyritobscribers who do not give exj>reeß notice to the’ centrary, are considered M wishing to continue th f Sffis order the discontinue of *eir newspapers, the publisher may continue to send them until all arrearages are paid. , . . 3. If subscribers neglect or refuse to take tnew newspapers from the offices to which they ary w~ rected, they are held responsible until they have set tled the bills and ordered them discontinued. 4. If subscribers remove to other places without informing the publishers, and the newspapers are sent to the former direction, they are held responsi ble. 6. The Courts have decided that refusing to take newspapers from the office, or removing and leaving them uncalled for, is prima facie evidence of inten tional fraud. • ■, . 6. The United States Courts have also repeatedly decided, that a Postmaster who neglects to perform his duty of giving reasonable notice, as required - by the Post Office Department, of the neglect x>f a per son to take from the office newspapers addressed to him, renders the Postmaster liable to the publisher for the subscription price. COMMUNICATIONS. For the Crusader. A Letter from Uncle Dabney. Prohibition Hill, Ga., May 10, ’57. Dear Seals: — You see t am yet at Prohibi tion Hill, though if spared I expect to leave the ensuing fall-—and this will be one among many severe trials I have already had in life’s chequered pathway: But thanks to a kind Providence I am yet spar ed, and when an occasion offers and my friends get up a meeting and invite me, I can yet raise my voice in favor of Temperance, and against the withering and ruinous effects of the liquor-traffiic and the crying sin of drunkenness. In 1832, I commenced my career as a temperance lecturer, and in 1847 I entered*upon a larger theatre and raised my voice ov£r Georgia for six consecutive years; as to the good that was accomplished in that time, through my humble instrumentality I leave to Georgia to award the verdict—my de votion is unabated, my confidence in the justice and philanthropy of our Cause remains the same. Yet if ever there was a time when the united ex ertions of the friends of temperance should again concentrate, it is vow. The hydra headed mon ster again raises his once bruised head and with jaws surcharged with the blood of thousands of victims, yells w'ith demoniac fury to a renewed on slaught, The dying drunkard, murdered wives, naked, starved and uneducated children, the rising young men, who should be the hope of our Cause in all the laudable avocations of life, at the ex pense of the bleeding hearts of their fond mothers Rhd doting fathers, burying their parents, hopes in the environs of the drinking saloons, is now prevailing to an extent, threatening an utter pros tration of all that is held dear by the patriot and Christian. Yes, it is enough to wake the guardi an angel of the Land of Washington, Franklin and our patriot fathers whose blood purchased tor us so goodly a heritage to weep tears of anguish over the prospective ruin of our country, produced by intemperance and its concomitant evils. And who 19 to blame for this state of things ? I an swer in the first place, politicians will have an Rwful account to give in that,Great Day! at least that class, (for there are exceptions,) who are not only themselves intemperate, but furnishing the maddening draught to their expected constituents in electioneering campaigns and “the people will have it so”—for the remedy is in the hands of the people, and they will not apply it. Professors of religion huzza for their respective candidates, American or Democratic, though liquor by barrels in the great aggregate in Georgia is pressed into the service—a majority overwhelming of our leg islators in 1853 referred to give freemen a chance to Vote dram-shops or no dram-shops in these re spective districts corporatory, and how were they treated ? * * * * And yet I expect hiany of these Legislators were returned to the Legislature of 1866, aided by the votes of even professional temperance men—l talk plain—am getting old. 4 Uncle Dabney” has no aspirations for office, not even governor’s, if he had, this letter Mould rather cut against him. What shall the true temperance men do who have never bowed the knee to Baal ? I would say wake up. Let me say to my old comrades in arms everywhere wake up. Let old Divisions, everywhere, rise up, Phce nixdike and flap their wiDgs and fan to a flame their expiring embers. Thank God a few spar tan hands Have stood unshaken and unshakeable, the enemy’s cannon have not battered down their citadels, I could name several, such asSutalleo, the home of our lamented Grisham, whose very name brings a thrill of mournful associations to the heart, of his family; temperance men and poor, he was my friend. Also, wo have old Oohutta, Glade, our noble band in old Jefferson, Col umbus I learn is up ward. Tlie noble Spartan Band of Knights in va rious places have their amor bright and harness on. We will not despair. To-day, too, we ex pect to rise in renewed vigor in Palmetto. O, my Sons, Sons of Temperance, everywhere in Geor gia, your Uncle has labored much for you—up and at the enemy, “pick your Hints and try again.” Before T close I must give you a description of one of the most humiliating spectacle lever witnessed : Yesterday was standing on the platform at Pal metto when a large box was slid off consigned by someone or more persons at New nan/directed to —, a man of Palmetto, (what be may say or do about it I cannot tell, it was a great” insult,) in these words: “Pahnettd, right-side up with care. 11 There were apertures in the box and in looking in w saw, we .aw a w**n, a poor human fteing “dead drunk,” O, mercy pity our fallen lace, a man the son of once doting parents, bis \ learn are respectable, thrust into a lox worse than hogs, for hogs afe not freighted so, he was sent < n the freight Hat —thus we saw him perfectly m fensible, and soT saw him 1 still when'l left for All classes al>ou’ Palmetto appeared as tounded Hudi resulted. Why was tte shipped away from annother. place, as lumber, upon a freight ? Why did not those who made him dead <B’ ink take care of lrim ‘! More, anon, aboua my visit to old Jefferson and other things in my next, “* V : ’ f "* •’?"”■ Truly, “UNCLE DABNEY.” Mr. J. 11. Seals:— l am well pfeaseds Und pljjbie flit oftto “‘Crusa^r,”. if ever liter© was a time for a bold and ufonft fori temperance it is nowi I believe there are flijope intoxicating spirits drank now than for years past; the advocates of this good Cause seem dispirfited and alarmed, while this old sworn fee of our nice stalks.abroad, and is ruining the youth of our favored land; a.few years back and all tem perate men was formed- into societies, of private and public order, and truly the cause of oar ene my suffered loss, and now that we have lost our zeal, old “Alohy” is strong with tho-thought of re cent defeat, has doubled his hellish effort, and to day victory is claimed by his- seductive rabble,- We have tried “moral suasion” until forbearance is no longer a virtue; to my mind there is but one alternative left us, i. e : an appeal to the strong arm of the Law. Some , professed friends of temperance are afraid to hazard the interests of so great a cause to such uncertain probabilities of a final issue. In the name of.huinanity, what could it bring about more disastrous than the present state of things? lam aware that the passage of such Law by our Legislature would start abash some of the boasted lovers of “liberty,” and they would be followed by a set of puny yelpers who are always willing to whine on any slimy trail that they suppose will lead to office. But, what is ottr country to dread from such meroenary opposition ? One stubborn fact stands forth in bold relief, viz.: Our happy country never was, is not, nor ever will be saved by the enemies of so good a Cause as temperance. Our rights are trampled under foot; the sober, industrious portion has to be taxed to support our government, while the vagabond sot prowls around to decoy the youth; it is not enough (hat we pay tho prosecutions gotten up by (he hellish traffic, but our sons must be led away, by these devoted enemies, to God and man, viz.: liquor-dealers—of all characters a liquor dealer is the most loathsome, detestable and abominable wretch that was ever permitted to live, rod disgrace decent society.— There is no reasonable apology for the traffic—l hold it a logical tenet, that it is at war with every good institution--—religion droops and mourns over it, she has lost some of her brightest ornaments. Republicanism shakes like a shoreless fabric—the very debates of our national councils is stained with this monster evil—Oh! it has whirled its awful storm upon onr peaceful homes by sending the father or son reeling home under its beastly influence and loathsome emell y it has written its fearful hieroglyphics on our moral horizon from Maine to California, and shall we stand hv as si lent spectators of this awful wreck of human in terests, and time-honored Institutions ? Who in the name of High- Ileauen, ‘who are we to dread ? a set of abandoned drunkards and venal spirit mongers, and a few that may sympathize with them. I had rather w tnoss a revolution, than endure what present prospects indicate—an an archy is preferable to a government controled by a whisky loviDg populate. My soul is stired to the bottom, and my heart sickens at the thought of this unrestrained vice. Eternal Spirit, devise some means to wipe this dreadful evil from the fair escutcheon of our reli gious and political institutions, , J. M. DORSEY. lagT’The following are the adumbrations of trav el from our good old friend Reuben Dawson, (the dish washer) in his wild wanderings. He has become an extensive traveler, and always furnishes us with tho “dots” of bis journeyings.— Ed. Crus. Ockan Pond, May 2nd, 1857. Mr. Editor;— Having to accompany two de tachments of Agriculturists from Georgia and Al abama, to examine the lauds on the Southern lim its of Georgia, with that portion of Florida which marks its margin, affonhs me an opportunity of throwing you the contents of our Lag Bank. - We do not consult our vocabulary for any liter ary embelishment of phraseology, as we record from, through woo, ibis will suffice our appology, for we intend to be laconic. It was the 21st of April, that the first company from Greene filed into line, with an equipage of wagons, buggies, ifcc., to commence their journey to meet No. two from Alabama, in or about Chehaw old Town on the Muekald. In approaching the waters of Shoul der Bone one of our wagons broke down, but every man being either a blacksmith or wheel right (at least in imagination,) soon repaird the damage, and we rolled on, as night brought us up in a tempest of wind at the beautiful lniconda of Cal M. G. Harris, who whs not at home, Inuring no one bettor qualified to administer the hospitali ty than Mrs. U. and Peterson, who served them to our perfect satisfaction—the garden and yard re ceived our admiration, as we had seen nothing to compare, since our travels in Peru, nothing at tracted our attenrion worthy of notice, more than the iinmenco wheat fields which extended to Sumpter nn either side of our line of travel— what a biscuit time for children! On Saturday night the two companies met at our worthy friends hu conda Dr. Rogers the appointed place of rendezvou. Here the welcom ring was made long and loud, until our mule temperance blew her horn, this was a mery time among our hoys. Brother Mat, brother, friend Mat, friend, and the long past with its youthful incident* and pleasure sparkled like old heidsick over mind and heart, as we all drank in deep from pleasures bowl. Having received the Doctor’s hospitalities, which we shall never forget, (as lie provisioned our company) bid him adieu hoping the recovery of his kind and amiable lady with a Jong and prosjierotis future, resumed our travel. On Monday night near the waters of Su wanee, we held court and elected our friend Travis Judge, this was rich. The object of the meeting being explained, the following corhmitties were appointed. On Cooking. Teams. Water. Dish Washers , Richard, William, Dr Ben, Ife-on. Travis, Warren, Wink, Reuben, Jones, Lorenzo, % John Peter The thorough knowledge the Judge had of his men, gave Ibson and myself an excellent appoint ment, we never before knew our capacity. To as sist us in this duty we pressed hi service Dr. Ben’s PHnter Jack, lie licks the plates while We wipe and wash, in this arrangeroet we avoid much trouble. ***■ *- • fir relation to lands, none so far pleased Us as those in Sumpter, Lee,[Baker, lAiwndes and Thom as—the two dost need the energies of the Middle Georgia planter* to develOpe their good lands. There is to be found a red and yellow ocre clay, 1 with good water running through a long strata of ‘mixed lime to the WithTecoocbee. A round Troup mmumww*™” “ n ona -ris a ntisiK>-, • i .©r,).s ite surface ebvefean area of about fifteen hundred acres. If you wish water and will sink your jug eighteen or tween ; .y feet, you may obtain as g. a>d water as you may wish to drink, whilst at its- surface unfit for use, This is the way uuj c-nipaiiy did. Sixty-jive feet is its plain depth. Alligators anil (die finest fisTUarer its inhabitants. Mullet, Brim and Trout,-we caught many. Our travel slops here, we enter Florida in the morn ing and then 1 will have belted the entire State on either side. R. J. I). For the Crttsmler. On the Death of Mrs. Terrel. {Formerly Miss Burney of Madison.) ™ BY MISS C. W. BARBER., ” . Jlow frail a thing is human life I ; We hourly weep the dead; The earth rings hollow from bctieath, It echoes to our tread. Another victim—Mighty Death- Hath .fallen ’neath thy sway, She was a being full of life—- A creature glad, as gay. It seems forsooth, but yesterday, I saw her ’mid her class,* With modest inein, and down-cast eye— All praised her as si* pass’d— Soon afterwards I looked again, And he was by her side Who shareth now her slumber deep; She stood a joyful bride. It seems forsooth, but yesterday, Yet, all her life is told ; She will not feel Time’s palsying touch, She cannot now grow old. In brighter realms —in sunnier boweTS Ohl lives she not, for aye? If so it was a blessed privelege To early pass away. * Miss Burney was among tha earliest graduates of the Madi son Female College. r~rmm~~r-nrrii~wniii—'iT ~iinMii—■■■■■ ii ■ ■ n ——p——i lk Ccnipcranrf C-rusator. PENFIELD, GEORGIA. Thursday morning, May 28,1857, ~~ JOB PRINTING, # of every description, done with neatness and dispatch, at this office, and at reasonable prices for cash. READ THESE PARAGRAPHS. Subscribers in remitting us money, riUcontinuing-qr directing their address changed, must be especially particular in mention ing the office at which they receive their papers, and from which they wish them changed. No subscriber should order the paper discontinued until all. ar rearages are liquidated, for such orders will not receive attention, and the subscriber is held responsible for the time the paper con tinues to be sent. Those who choose to discontinue their sub criptions will please do so by written commnnicatlon; refusing to take the pa pers from, the office is not the proper way. We think none the loss .of any one because of thoir discontinuing, for it is every man’s privilege to subscribe or not, as he may -think proper. Take particular notice of the published fact, that our terras are one dollar if. paid in advance each year; but if not paid until the end of the year, subscribers must expect to pay tioo dollars'. Ahy person sending us five fcew subscribers, can receive the pa per gratis for one year. Orders for the paper, unaccompanied with the dollar will not receive attention. are pained to learn of the death of TnoM as Neel, Esq , who expired at his residence in Mt. Zion on Saturday, the 16th inst. See obituary. - The Small Fox:— In Griffin, a friend writes, is confined entirely to one family. There are three cases, one of which has the confluent sma'l pox, and is not expect* and to live long. The Augusta Dispatch: Comes out in bold ad vocacy of the Macon and Warrentcn Railroad, and we hope it will continue t< do so. The Ciceronian Society has changed the day of its celebration to the 5 h of June, instead of the l&lh. Mr. Thomas Davis is the next anniversarian. Letter We take great pleasure in laying before our readers a capital communication fr< m our es teemed friend and new acquaintenoe, J. M. Dorsey, of Habbersham Coonty. We are more than happy to have him on our long list of supporters, and more | articularlv are we proud of having him as an Agent for our paper. Any assistance - that he may render us in circulating the Crusader will be grate fully received. UST* Never lay down that able pen friend Dorsey, hut let us hear from you often. u>. mi. pi ; .r •. • . Volcanoe:— We see it going the rounds that a vol canic eruption has broken out in Walker County, twelve miles from LaFayette. The crater, it is said, is a hundred yards in diameter, flames of smoke is suing continually; the people in the Valley are terribly frightened, and are moving out We are disposed to place but little credence to this report, as we have near friends living in LaFayette from w hom recent communications have been received and nothing was said as to the Yolcanoe. Theological School:— The Southern Baptist— Convention which assembled in Louisville Ky., de cided upon establishing a Southern Central Theolo gical School, of the highest grade. South Carolina, having made a very liberal offer, ($100,000) to have it in that State, the committee recommended the ac ceptance of the proposition, and after an interesting discussion upon the subject, the report was adopted, and Greenville, S. 0., is the point at which it is to be located. We arc truly sorry that Georgia was not fortunate enough to be the choice of the Con vention, and Penfield the location. Mrs. Ward. It is a source of no little pleasure-to His to be able to state that wo were in error when.we published that the Mrs Ward, who was so brutally massacred, in Ohio, was the .daughter of Wm. Peak, Esq., of Cedar Town, in this State. The manner in which that information reached us, was of such a nature as to preclude in our own mind the possibility of a doubt as to the person, hut we wire mistaken and are truly proud to find it so, for the lady in question is an old acquaintance, and no report ever harrowed our as much. The fallowing is from the Rome Courier: We received a letter from Win, Peek, Ekj., of Cedar Town, Gu. informing us that the AJrs. Ward, the circumstances of whO"C brutal murder were developed in an article oo{pied in our'last weak s is sue froth the Temperance Crttsadei', was not his daughter, as was supposed—-that she had never liv ed )n Ohio, and that, a letter had recently been re ceived from her, stating that she was at this time in “good heaith.” We at e very much gratified to learn that all fears, that this ’ unfortunate lady was the d*njj;hter of Win. Peek, we without foundation. In justice to Mr. Peek and his family, jwe cheerfully make these statements, ‘*%*- VA “ Celebrated its anni versary on the 22d inst.* and the occasion was truly interesting. The annual return of that day fills the hosom of every true Phi Delta with buoyant feel ings. Mr. Rufus E. Lester, was the speaker of the day, Mr. Murrow chaplain, and Mr. J. Sharpe stand ard bearer. The clever and talented young Orator chose for his theme ‘‘laudable ambition,” which he discussed in a popular style, showing first its in fluence in a variety of ways upon, individuals, and then upon the masses. The speech was very well written and delivered in a dignified and attracting manner. Rufus did credit to himself and the Society which he represented. . ■• Hon. Alex- H. Stephens. If there be a report that Mr. Stephens designs retiring from public life, we hope it is untrue ; for we should regret seeing him retire from the position which he has so long filled with honor and useful ness to the country. All parties and classes unite in according to him great ability, and influence in the National Councils, and not only Democrats but Know-Nothings, Whigs and Americans all, would n-gret to see his post vacant in the House Os Con gress. Ho is a favorite son of Georgia, has been of great service to the State, arid politics laid aside, the whole State would olject to seeing him fail to return at the next session. Col. R. B. Hubbard, of Texas t We learn from the Texas Tyler Reporter , that our esteemed and talented college mate of former days, has been appointed by the President, U. S. Attorney for the Western District of Texas, lie is out in an excellent and spirited letter to his constit uents, withdrawing his name as a candidate for the Legislature, consequent upon his acceptance of the post of honor tendered him by the President. Let us congratulate you friend Richard; it will be grat ifying to your numerous friends in Georgia, particu larly your college friends scattered throughout the State, to learn of the position you are assuming in the legal bar of the West. ■ . J. M. Dyson:— We are truly sorry to see in the last issue of the Southern Enterprise , the Valadictory of friend Dy son, relinquishing the Editorial chair of that paper. He retires with the view of practicing law. Bad exchange friend Jno!—your taste, talent, and dis position are admirably adapted to the Editorial chair —far more so, we presume to say, than to the law. — “Uncle Dabney:” Gives us a most stirring and feeling letter, in this issue, and we call the attention of every temperance man particularly to it, —read it, and hearken to its appeal. It is a bugle-blast to the drowsy, sluggard spirits of temperance men throughout the State, and we would have its rousing echo to ring amid the low Savannas, highlands, and mountain, fas* nesses of rum-cursed Georgia. P. B.—-Since the above has been in type, we have received another letter from Uncle Dabney, statin*.’ that, old Flewellen Division in Palmetto has again been Organized and is now itt full armor. On Sat urday the 2 inst., he addressed a large crowd in Louisville, and received 44 names to otlr cold water pledge, and left them to organize under any name they might deem proper. We see in 4he Newnan papers that Uncle D. will address the pcoble of Cow eta in Newnan, on Saturday the 30th inst, A Good Sermon.— We had the privilege on last Sabbath ofhearing, from our Rev. Prof. Tucker, the ablest, clearest and most pointed discourse, upon the doctrine of Justification by Faith, that we have ever heard upon any vexed Biblical question. He happily and touchingly intioduced his subject by re ferring to a dying young man in our midst, whose ideas of the plan of Salvation were not dear, and who was greatly disturbed in mind about his condi tion. He (the minister) stood beside that death-bed and was called upon to administer consolation to the departing spirit, when he turned to the Bible and simply read to the young man, “By Faith shall )e be justified without the deeds of the Law’.” He chose this ns the theme of his first discourse after the scene mentioned, and prefaced his sermon with the remark, that he intended now to preach and ex pound it to a dying congregation when they had time to listen and were not mentally nor physically disabled b} disease to receive it, and if they were upon their dying beds he would not say anything more impor tant nor more feelingly than what he was about to say then. His exposition of that passage of Scrip ture was Strikingly interesting. He adduced all the most prominent objections, stating them in the strongest possible language, and responded to them with arguments satisfactorrily confuting, and intro* dueed some of the happiest illustrations. No discourse which we have ever heard is better qualified to remove thousands of false and absurd notions entertained by Baptists, christains, and the irreligious everywhere, upon the subject of repent ance, and the merritorious efficacy of faith. The ser mon was received with great satisfaction by the en tire congregationwish it could be preached to every community. Reorganize. The people in many and various portions of the State are agitating the suhject of a return to the old original form of Temperance fraternities, such as the Washingtonians. We say go ahead, for there is noefflcacy whatever in the name applied to Tem perance societies, —no good is accomplished by the appellation, but it all results from the conduct of the individual members, and from the ministrations of the Order. The Sons of Temperance is a good and glorious organization, and its fruits will b*b seen hundreds of years yet to come ; but secrecy is not nor never has been any advantage to Temper ance societies; where one lives, flourishes, and prospers, two languor and die, and net a few perish through the aversion of the masses to secret socie ties. But where Divisions, Lodges &c., prosper, let them still go on in their good work, but at the same time let us stretch a protecting canvass in the clear and open atmostphero and invite all classes to re nounce their allegience so alcohol, and gather under its folds. Let us all, relying upon tho wisdom in that good old moral that “in union there is strength,” unite ourselves in one great, determined, soldie ry ; let us reassemble onr scattered and broken for ces at Salamis, and we shall yet confuse the Persian millions of the old Enemy. These movements among the people portend good results, and our faith in the final triumph of our cause grows strong. There is a bright Star set in the heavens which, speaks of hope, and a low muttering among the masses, gathering the power of a resistless storm. Press on, valiant friends, for cheering streaks of the day-dawn of a better period breaks upon the sight in the gloomy horizon of our cause. * * 1 *> 1* —~—■ *• fßF*“Drinking is not condemned by my churoh,” said our friend. Admitted. Has not One said “there is a path even through the church, which leads to hefir ;; r - 1 **• /■ ~V.’ 1 *‘ln Tunis, as in many eastern countries, fat wo men only are deemed beautiful. When a girl is be trothed, she is cooped up and literally fattened for the matrimonial market till she attains the requisite degree ot pluinptitude. About two hundred weight is considered a fair average, but a girl who can pull twin hundred and fifty on the scales is a perfeet Venus.” Great-horn-spoons! Deliver us, deliver us, de liver us. The idea of a sUill-fed woman until she weighs two hundred and fifty pounds for matri mony 1 What think you of it little man? If she can pull that pinch troy on the scales, how much calico do you suppose she would have to pall- on to hide her delicate little frame ? Oh, nay! the idea of being coupled with that amount of greasy female • mortality ’ makes us feint} ,and our pocket instanter is techcd with the gripest. ‘‘A perfect Venus,” indeed; Think of a “two hun dred and fifty pound Venus, emerging from the froth of the sea, and being borne by the zephyrs to the arms of Jupiter and Themis. Imagine flow ers blooming beneath the foot-fall of 250 pounds ofVenus flesh, and the rosy Hours dressing her in divine attire; think of Venus (250 pounds,) scram bling with'Juno and Minerva, for the golden apple which the enraged goddess threw into the marriage assembly of Pcleus and the sea-nymph, “for the fair est” written upon it, or imagine doves pulling a 250 pound Venus in an ivory chariot through the heav ens, or if you please think of her being borne through the ocean in a shell, while cupids, nereids, and dol phins sported around her-0 what an outrage to think of a Tunis gal of two hundred and fifty pounds, be ing compared to the beaut : ful Sylph-like, goddess of love who passed through these mazes. Immaculate conception! JuTonans! Hale Kerlumby !0, dear! 0, dear! Don’t Attempt Poetry—Hease Don’t. ‘‘He fagotted his notions as they fell, And if they rhymed and rattled all was well.” The flood of feeble, sickly and insipid metre which pours into this office, from Byronical coxcombs, and wonderfully rhymic females “plagued with an itch ing leprosy” of veis £ ‘, is nearly inundating. It seems that the only ambition which tn > lorn fledglings of the ’ song-feather cultivate, is, to have the last word of two lines in succession harmoniously jingle; and to accomplish that cl max, the kind’s grammar, poetic license, fastalian fountains, the loftiest Helicon, most winged Pegastw, and the heights of jHyraettus are outraged, polluted, and most unmercifully, and ir revercntially dessecrated. Their plumed muses make desperate efforts for a lofty ‘“soar away,” but to pre serve th ejirfgle they are generally affected with a v uican-lameness in the leg; one pcs rests upon the em pyrean, and the other descends into the most horrid bathos, inflicting upon the reader the worst Delia Ci uscan hysteria. 0, shades of Hilly B ron, Thomas Moore, liosseau, and Ko‘zbue, thou wert eclipsed by the brilliant corruscatio. sos poetical gmius, pro created by the literary incubation of the niiitee.ith century. With a bosom overflowing with lackadaisical sen timentalism, and eyes flooded with croekadile tears produced by a thousand spring halt verses, we im plore relief from this deluge of song. Our contem porary, the Chief, makes the following remarks upon communications which we appropriate to our cause: P. S. Confidential. —“ Please correct mistakes,” is appended to tw o-thirds of the communications we aro asked to publish. Now, see here: We havn’t time to correct our own mistakes, a’ and our manuscript goes to the com positor without ever reading it ourselves. It is a great mistake as concerns the editing of this paper— that editors have but little to do. Only those who have performed it, know the wearing and perplexing task of re-writing carelessly wrtten correspondence. Many a good thought is thus given to the flames. Now, about, poetry: Don’t attempt to write it, un less born a poet. Rhyme is not poetry. There is a flood of poetry in newspap- rdom, but precious little of it is worth the ink used in its publication. If there is a thought in the head, put it in honest Sax on prose. If we want poor poetry, we are bold to say that we can write just as poor doggerel as any body, and yet our own Pegasus is as far from be ing a “blooded animal” as a spring-halt mule from being an Arabian courser. Never Marry for Money, N” grins have I, de*r girl, to oftrr| - No pearls to dtick thy silkt n Imir; No stores of gold in secret coffer J No 1 Tdly halls for tiiee to share; But ye* I tio not fear to woo tbeei Dear Mary, lovely as tlioa art, Though I have nought with Whi>-h to she theS, Except a fond and dot ng heart, • Ah, there’s an honest heart ! one to be relied upon, and far more trust-worthy, than the gold-gilt confessions, posies, love-knots,anagrams, and all the insincere cant, of those brainless jolt-heads of society, whose only recommendation is money.— The woman of sense, says, give me the man of strong mind, and industrious habits, with a warm, confiding heart, that can reciprocate affection, and I ask no more. Hoarded treasures, glittering pomp, and resplendent | ageants, fail to dazzle and allure her well-balanced mind, for she knows full well that gold ne’er yet purchased heaven above, nor happiness below. Yes, “a fond and doting heart” is more than a coronet, or glittering diadem; it is a pillow of softness for the cheek burning with tears and the touch of pain; it is a flower seclusion into which the tnind, weary with sadness, may receive a caress of constant joy; it is the fountain-source of Giiead-balm for the bruised and wounded hearts of this world. Let none but doting hearts ever unite, though neither may boast of riches. Byron said, “the working classes who can maintain their fami lies are the happiest body of men.” Another pop ular author says: “I have no propensity to envy anyone, least of all the rich and great; but if I wore disposed to this weakness, the subject of my envy would be a healthy young man, in full posses sion of his health and faculties, going forth in a morning to work for his wife and children, or bring ing them home his wages at night.” Money is not objectionable , when either of the parties are so fortunate as to possess it, but it should not be the ‘■'•great moral qualification ” in a suit, as it is now considered ; none but the mind of God can conceive of the splendid misery which wealth has enta'led upon the human family by unhappy mar riages. Many a proud intellect has been obscurated and shattered like that of the youthful Shelly, who in the passion of the moment, and by the glare of false lights united with an uncongenial spirit, be came disgusted in a month, worked the wretched ness of two beings and closed the scene in suicide. Could we but ken the hearts of many, many young couples, older ones too, we Wonld there find wretch ed di-content, rankling in malignity, and see the long suppressed sigh for the days of “Lang Syne” when they were happy in single blessedness. Poverty is honorable, and though the faithful lover may have no pearls with which to “deck the silken hair of hit bride,” she possesses within, , a jewel brighter than carcaupts of orient gems, and, “More brilliant than the S'a-glaaa glittering o’er Tbe hills of crystal on the OaaptaS shore,” ft kwrt capable of loving, and ready at all times to •’;V . imUtL ‘ bless and welcome him to its/embrace. She ses a bosom wanned with that pure and holy love, which converts earth into a short-lived paradise,— w hich elevates our natures, and refines our genius, —that love which taught Virgil to charm, and from which Theocritus on the plain® of Enna learned the wild sweetness of his Doric Strains.; .What is more heavenly in its nature than that confiding heart which remains faithful and true in the hours of ad versity? It is a warm Eden-home for the soul of man amid the chilly blasts of earth —it is a fresh and flagrant rose-bower, sweet'y blooming upon Hecla’s brow. And yet, it is said that the female heart which truly loves will still cling to the object of its cart-esses amid changes and misfortunes, or even in wretched poverty. “She, thy mate, when coldest blows the storm Clings the most fondly so thy guardian form, Even as thy tapev gives intensest light, * When o'er thy UowU roof darkest falls the night,” Is not he who has been so fortunate as to fted such a being supremely blessed? Ah, yes indeed, he might well exeiaim, “She Is mine own; And Ia 9 rich In having each a Jewel As twehly teas, If all their sands were pear! The water nectar, and the rocks pure go ! d.” Death is Inexorable. Fpring hath its music and its bloom, And inorn it* glorious light, But still a Shadow from the tomb, A sadness and a blight, Are ever on ea-th’s loveliest things; The breath of change is there, And Death's dusky shadow flinga O’er all that’s loved and fair. It is appointed unto man once to die, and that death no human being can ever forego; its iron rule is terrible, and all—the rich and the poor, the proud and the humble, the good and wicked are alike sub jects of its inexorable reign. Spring comes at its allotted time, and clothes nature in “living green,” decks her in sweetly scented flowers, and fills her bowers with swelling volumes of choral symphonies from the swret little birds. Every living thing, is animated with feelings of praise, and awakened to newness of life, but amid all this gushing joy the lametations of stricken hearts are heard. The fun eral knell, and solemn death-march to the grave, jars in the cheerful diapason of nature. Hourly some dear friend, relative or acquaintance is sum moned from earth to eternity, reminding us of our own mortality,'‘and the uncertainty of life. How often recently, has the cold damp earth in our little Cemetery opened to receive the victims of death ? And to make the scene more sad, this dread messen ger has within & few weeks invaded, for the third time one and the same happy home-circle. A de voted mother, sisters and brothers followed the chilly form of a sweet, amiable and blooming sister, around whom clung the tenderest and warmest affections, to the lone grave-yard, and sank her in the cold earth from their fond embrace. The tear-drop had not dried upon their cheeks when an humblfr healthy servant boy, in the pride of ripening man hood, was ushered from their circle into the pres ence chamber of his God. And scarce had the hol low, rumbling sound of the dirt falling upon his cof fin died from the car, when for the third time that afflicted family is called upon to deliver Up another of its loved members. They follow the lifeleSa body of a son and dear brother to the same lonely resting place. Who hath not a tear of sympaty to shed over such afflicting dispensations? But there is no power on earth that can heal the wound, yet it is a source of consolation to that family to be able to lift up their voices to God and say “thy will be done;” “the Lord giveth and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord.” Human life is but a chequeied scene with joy and grief presiding alternately, wo know not wbat we are nor what we may be. “The eternal surge Os time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles; as the olil burst, new emerge Lashed from the foam of ages ; while the grave* Os empires heave but like some passing waves.” The dark valley of the shadow of death must bo trod by all mankind. The narrow charnel-house is to bo our last receptacle, “Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend. The worhi’a an inn, and death's the Journej’s end.” Are we prepared! The amiable and gifted Jane Taylor, the last time she took up her pen—it was on the day preceding ber death—wrote as follows r “0, my dear friends, if you knew what thoughts I have now, you would see as I do, that the whole business of life is preparing for death.” How much time is spent in preparing to live! How little in preparing to die! One who had lived more than fifty years, said, us the hand of death waa upon him, “1 have all tny days been getting ready to live, and ttow I must die/’ “The whole business of life is to prepare for death.” Thousands of death beds—death-beds cf rejoicing and death-beds of despair—have borne witness to this truth. The reader will bear witness to it perhaps at an early day. In view of this truth, this very day shonld be spent in preparing to die. Our chief attention should this day be given to things which shall prepare us for the closing day of life. In the same way should all our coming and iys be spent. Such a course would not render life a dreary waste. Far from it. That man best enjoys life who is best prepared to leave it, It is a mournful thought, that in all probability, some reader of these lines will meet death without being prepared for its dread realities. The Print of our Paper. No one likes a clear, and neatly printed paper more than we do, but ours has been miserably and most shabily done for the las twelve or fourteen months We have fretted and swelled about it, until we are almost grey, and our once smooth and pleas ant temper is changed into a cross-grained, caustic, captious, churlish, crusty, crabbed, intractable, pert, petulcnt, perverse, restiff, sulky, surly, snarling and spleenish one. It has all been through tho carelessness of printers , as we have just found out, and it will henceforth be remedied. We have one among the best steam power presses in this State, have ordered a lot of bettor ink than we have been using, (ink merchants have badly imposed upon us,) and at the end of the year wo shall order new Type, when we will issue a journal as nicely printed as any. A patron in Sparta takes us off nicely upon this subject in the following manner: • , -SrARTA, April 20th, 1857. Mu. Jno Sbai.s. — Sir. —l have been a subscriber to your paper since you took charge of it, and regret to say that I find tho print of the same getting worse weekly. In fact it has become so bad of late that few of your subscribers have eyes good enough to read it Now sir if there is not a great and speedy improvement in the appearance of your paper you will certainly lose many of your subscribers, not only here but elsewhere, aud what is worse it can do no good, as most of your matter is so dimly printed, that not even a temperance man can read it, much less one with “a drop in his eye.” Some of your subscribers bore speak of imitating your friend Col. Bonner, by asking you to send your paper blank. The Col. however, thinks it burns better for having the Ink on it as he pretends to sup pose ur says he knows it is made principally of “Peach Brandy and a little honey” with the addi tion of soot to give color to the .ink. The truth is* you must u-end jour ways are lost Yes, that clever hearted, generous old iqo), Gol.