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For the Crusader.
The Fisherman’s Bride.
BY MARY E . BRYAN.
PART I.
There were shadows on the Ocean, there were shad
ows on the sky,
And the sea-bird flew, like restless spirits with
shrill foreboding, cry,
And low upon the sobbing surge, the pliant rushes
lay,
While the funeral moss trailed from the cliff, like
locks with time grown gray.
“Oh! Bertram go not forth to-day ; dost mark yon
shrouded sky?
Dost here the shuddering Pine-tree of sorrow proph
esy ?
Os dark threats, that the wind has made, as wildly
it swept by:
Oh! Bertram do not launch thy boat, dost list yon
murmuring wave?
Dost hear the white birds, (ghosts of those who
made the sea their grave?)
In its dark depths thy father’s bark, once sank amid
the storm,
And yesternight, by the pale stars, I saw his shad
owy form
Slow walking o’er its heaving breast, with sudden
wailing cry,
Raising his thin arms warningly toward the cloud
ed sky;
And hark! dost hear the Eagle’s scream from yon
der lovely cliff?
Oh! Bertram, heed there warning signs, and do not
launch thy skiff.”
Thus with clasped hands and streaming locks the
aged inargery spoke,
While at her feet, with muttering# hoarse, the sul
len surges broke,
And by her side a maiden fair, with brown and
falling hair,
And eyes full of beseeching tears, said “Bertram
heed her prayer.”
Then lightly laughed the fisher bold, saying, “what!
my timid dear.
Has Margery’s idle eroakings ’roused thy woman’s
needless fear?
Nay, dry thy tears, ere from the sea, the young
moon pale,
Thy watchful eyes shall joyful see, my home re
turning sail;
Then in yonder holy chapel, by our sweet Lady’s
side,
The ring of gold shall Bertram give, and claim thee
for his bride.”
He pressed the small hand to his lips, and gayly
smiled again,
Then sprang into the waiting boat, manned by 1 is
ready men,
* And from his oar like scattered gems, dashes the
glittering spray,
While swift as an unprisoned bird, the light bark
bounds away.
The it uttering Sorceress Mabel lingers
yet, • .
While from the Fisher’s brown bold brow, floats
back the locks of jet,
As turning, he beholds her still, upon the lonely
strand,
And for a moment stays his oar, and lightly waves
his hand.
She lingers, ’till eve’s duskey wing enfolds the beet
ling cliff,
And softly rising, falling now, the fast receding
skiff
Glidc-s like the phantom of oar dreams, in the still
Suinn er night,
A vision mist-wrapt, far away, and fading from our
sight.
Then echoing the Pine’s low sigh, turns Mabel to
depart,
With all the shadows of the scene, deep brooding
o’er her heart.
ir.
There is darkness on the ocean, there is darkness
on the sky,
And a rushing, as of pinions, for the tempest rideth
high.
Hark ! the footsteps of the thunder, on the sea-shore
echoing loud,
And the lightning cleaves with fiery sword, the
bosom of the cloud,
While The wind upon the billows, and among the
pines on high
Goes shrieking like a spirit in its last strong agony.
An aged dame, with furrowed brow, and locks of
of whitest snow,
Sits, turning tremblingly her wheel by the fire’s
flickering glow
And as the angry lightnings flash, her cheek with
fear grows white,
And low she mutters, “God shield all upon the sea
to-night.”
But mystic Margery trembles, not to hear the shod
dering gale,
And from the lightning’s glary eyes, her own she
does not veil,
“Oh ! Margery, Margery,” Mable cries, beside her
kneeling pale.
“Thy face is full of horror, thine eyes look fkr
away,
What fearful sight beholdest thou? Oh mystie Sor
ceress sav ?”
“Ha! loved of him, who rashly dared, my warning
voice to scorn,
Thou, whom they call the ‘Ocean Pearl,’ why look’et
thou so forlorn ?
Why askest thou, what visions dread, rise darkly on
my sight? •
What xee’st thou, but the foaming sga, the wild and
stormy night?
Ha! but he was most fairly warned. Say, was he
not my girl ?
What reck 1 if no more he comes to claim his ocean
Pearl;
If, low lying ’mid the rushes, the morning’s chilly
light,
Shall look upon his lifeless form, and brow of deadly
white.
H* ar’st thou that wild shriek on the wind? ’tk the
same fearful wail
T told you, that three nights ago rang on the mid
night gale.
There’s none may stay the hand of fate. What! ho!
thy cheek is white,
A8 yonder ocean foam, that gleams in the red flash
of light.
Speak to me girl; in youthful hearts like thine hope,
never dies.
Nay look not so dispairingly, Mabel, poor Mabel
rise.
Thou liest, like some pale rose fallen from Autumn’s
withering bower,
I should have dealt less harsh with thee, poor crush
ed and blighted flower.
For the Crusader.
Life on Earth.
BY MATTIE.
Life, Oh! tell us what is life?
But one continual scene of strife,
On this delusive earth?
From childhood down to hoary age,
We play our part upon life’s stage,
And gain but paltry worth.
The babe within its mother’s arms,
Tho’ now endowed with lovely charms,
Its future none can know’,
Its path in life, perchance may lead
To fame, to wealth or else to need,
To joy, or endless woe.
We drink of Death’s alluring stream,
Os peace and happiness we dream,
Unconscious that a cloud
May cause to-tnorrow’g sun to cast
Its darkened mantle o’er the past,
Our fondest dreams to shroud.
Yea, such is life! Upon its tide
Our bark is tossed from side to side,
Its course we ne’er can check—
We cast around our nightful gaze,
But find a dense and misty haze,
Obscure the final wreck.
Death in the Green-room. —One Saturday even
ing, a few minutes previous to the commencement
of the opera, at the Philadelphia academy of Mu
sic, a member of the female chorus died suddenly
in the green room, of disease of the heart. The
singers, though shocked at the sad event, smother
ed their emotions, and went through their parts
with apparent composure. The audience was un
usually enthusiastic; but, to the few who had heard
of the grim intrusion of the King of Terror into
the temple of mirth and festivity, the scene before
the curtain had in it something awful. The opera
performed was “Linda di Chamounix,” anti the
corpse was dressed in the brilliant costume of the
Swiss cantons, while the festal scene was pi seed
ing not a dozen yards distant. Such things teach,
us our mortality. *
PENFIELD, GA„ THURSDAY, JURE 4, 1857.
COMMUNICATION.
For the Crusader.
’ Number 11.
To you, members of the church and professors
of temperance, who voted in the last elecions for
a governor and members of the legislature, who
were understood to be in favor of the liquor-shop
men and their business, and to be opposed to any
interference with their monopoly. With you we
desire to reason upon the subject of those votes. —
Please give our remarks a patient consideration.
To prepare yourselves for a rational and cliris
tian-liko examination of our subject, we request
that some night, after going to bed, you take up
the following train of thought, and inquiry ofyonr
selves thus: Whilst l lie here in rest, how many
thousands of men victims of the liquor-shops, are
now suffering the evils of those licensed-shops !
Many of these are now drunk and drinking at. those
establishments. The pockets of some who are
drunk enough to be imposed upon are probably
undergoing a search for money, or they may be
die subjects of some other practice equally dishon
est. Some, perhaps, are staggering on their road
home, whilst others lie by the way-side. Others,
perhaps, haye just arrived at their homes of mise
ry, and in their drunken derangement, many of
them may be abusing their helpless families.
Continuing, say to yourselves, as you know the
truth to be : I know there are thousands of l ro
ken-hearted wives and mothers, with their suffer
ing children, who are at this time, as I know
many of them long have been, in a state of want
and wretchedness brought upon them,—not by
wrongs they had done, —but as a consequence pro
duced by the liquor-shops business ! Whilst on
yourpillow, communing with your conscience and
your God, reflect upon the strife, blood-shed and
murder —the corruption of public morals, and the
morals of many of the members of the churches,
all caused by the business of the liquor-shops.—
After having taken the foregoing views, pleas-e
ask yourselves the following questions, and give
sueh answers to them as you believe before Heav
en to be right and becoming a Christian:
Ist. Do you know any good done hy the dram
shops? Do yon?
2d. Do you not know that they produce all the
various evils, fully as extensive, and as aggrevnted
in 4heir degree as we have here represented them
to be? Do you not know this ?
Bd. Can yon place your hand upon your heart
and appeal to Him who has said : “Be pitiful—be
kind—be merciful”—and say to Him, I believe
before Thee, that the Law licensing and protect
ing these liquor-shops ought to he continued, and
ought not to be repealed ? I ask you, can you do
this ? can you ?
4th. Gan you justify yourselves in having vot
ed for candidates, in the last State election, who
were in favor of continuing the liquor-shops, and
opposed to a repeal of the Law that licenses and
establishes them ? Can you do this ?
I now propose to investigate the subject of the
last of these questions. I believe you have done
wrong, very wrong ; and I pray you to allow me
to describeand point out that wrong, not for the
purpose of offending you but for the purpose of
convincing you of it, so that you may not commit
it any more. We know that many of you of
whom we now complain, disclaim having love for
the liquor-shops or fellowship for their keepers;
yet, as freemen, you electioneer and vote for those
who protect and continue them in their business,
and you opperate against all candidates who hon
estly tell you that the license law ought to be re
pealed. This being so, you might as well love
them with all your soul, as to serve them with all
your might, by doing their will thoroughly and
faithfully without loving them. All of you who
belong to the churches or the temperance socie
ties, and voted for the liquor-shop candidates, we
pray you to reflect upon the nature of your pro
fessions and their obligations.
Have you done wrong? You will not forget
that at our last State elections there were candi
dates for the legislature and one for Governor, who
wero favorable to the repeal of the license law,
whilst another class were oppposed to that repeal.
This formed an issue between the’ temperance and
the anti-temperance parties.
Issue. The issue thus formed raised the ques
tion : Shall we elect men favorable to a discon
tinuance of the liquor-shops by repealing the Law
that establishes them, or shall we elect men wfio
favor their continuance, and are therefore opposed
to repealing the Law that licenses and protects
them f Those who voted for the candidates fa
vorable to that repeal, in effect, voted for the dis
continuance of those shops, in order that their evils
might Cease; and those who voted for the candi
dates opposed to the repeal, of course, in effect
votedfor the preservation and continuance ot those
institutions and their business regardless of their
numerous evils. On this issue, the only one be
tween the temperance and tho anti-temperance
parties; you, as freemen of Georgia, professing
temperance qf religion; and many of you both,
voted with the friends of the liquor-shops for such,
candidates as were pledged to do what they could
tb ttmtinue those institutions and to protect them
r_ W
in carrying ou their business aud work of death.
I never reflect upon this vote, given bj r so raanv
of my brothers in the churches and in the temper
ance societies without much pain and deep by af
flicting sorrow.
When you shall have reflected on what you
have done, please form your plea of justification
—such a plea as you may have reason to believe
will be adjudged a good one by Him to whom
we shall ail account for what we may do.
Justification. You cannot justify on the ground
that you did not desire the evils of which we eom
phun. The liquor-sellers, bad as they are, could
put up this plea if it would do them any good;
for they do not sell for the love of the harm they
do but for the sake of getting their customers’
money. Nor do the drunkard* drink because
they desire the evil they do but for the sake of the
gratification it affords them. This plea may be
put up by all sorts of offenders ; for when they do
wrong it is generally for the love of some suppos
ed benefit or gratification which they hope to ob
tain and not for the love of the wrong itself.—
There are but few offenders, if any, for whom this
plea would be more unreasonable than for the
voters of whom we speak.
Wherever there is inoral wrong all moral agents
knowingly concerned in it cause, commital or con
tinuance, are guilty either as principles or accesso
ries. In the case under consideration, the legis
lature who continues the license law—-they who
sell by it authority —and they who vote to elect
candidates known to be favorable to continuing
the liquor-shops and opposed to a repeal of the
license law are all guilty of the wrongs complain
ed of. None of these can say, I did not kuow of
the evils of these institutions. All have acted
witli their eyes open upon the mischief and mise
ry they produce, and are, therefore, without ex
cuse ; and the voters, instead of beiug innocent,
are at the foundation and root of this great upas
tree of death. By their electioneering and voting
they stir the soil at its roots and give to it the sap
and nutriment that preserves and continues its life
and vigorous health.
If you would withhold from this tree the food
and protection of your votes good men would soon
deaden or chop it down. But while you knew
that the bonus of the numberless dead lay strewed
the ground all around it, and while you saw
many other victims staggering on their way to
its killing shade —and while you saw women with
faces pale and countenances dejected, showing the
distress of ruin and broken hearts, with cold and
hungry children around them, all caused by the
fruit of tliis deadly upas. And while the frequent
news of the l<lood-shed and murder caused by its
poisonous effluvia were sounding in your ears—you,
regarless of all these mentioned evils and numer
ous others give to this tree of death and every
woe the preservation and protection of your
votes.
Do you believe that you did right ? Does not
the Bible require us to do good while we live in
tho w’orld ? L. R.
(To he Continued.)
From the Oeorgia Banner.
Prohibition Hill, Ga., May 15, ’57.
Dear Welsh: —When last iri Newnan, I was
solicited by some friends to lecture once more on
Temperance in Newnan. I have concluded to do
so, and have appointed Saturday, the 30th inst„
as the time, (stli Saturday of May, inst.,)
I am still a Son of Temperance, and I believe
it is the best organization to promote tbe Tem
perance Cause. About 25 years ago I delivered
my first public Temperance lecture in the Bap
tist Ciiurdi in Newnan ; how many I have de
livered since, at our various Superior Courts, until
I went out on a more extended theatre in Georgia,
I cannot tell’ Yet the stream of the liquid fire of
death is onward ! Another generation has sprung
up. Shall the friends of temperance, see the on
ward march of intemperance, and its collateral and
concomitant evils ruin our youth and not act ? In
the name of bleeding humanity, blighted hopes,
and prospective ruin of the souls and bodies of our
young men, I will, Providence permitting, raise iny
voice once more in Newnan, on the above day.—
Let all the friends of sobriety from the town and
country raMv on that day, not on political purpos
es, not to nominate a candidate for Congress, not
to put any man in office, but to help depose and
dethrone a monarch whose throne i9 built on skulls,
whose wand to touch is death, whose music is
the dying groans of his subjects, whose conquests
are the death of the body and loss of the soul.—
I feel thankful we have revived old Flewellen Di
vision, No, 45 of Palmetto, and went to work last
Tuesday night with eighteen good and true mem
bers. Heaven smile upon our undertaking.
Truly vours,
’ D. P. JONES.
He Drinks! —How ominous that sentence falls !-
How we pause in conversation, and ejaculate—
“lt’s a bity 1” How his mother hopes he will uot
when lie grows older; and his sinters persuade
themselves that it is only a few wild oates that he
is sowing. And yet the old men shake their
heads and feel gloomy when they think of it. —
Young men just commencing in life, buoyant in
hope don't drink! You are freighted with a pre
cious cargo. The bopes : of your old parents, of
your sister, of your wives, of your children—all are
upon you. In you the age lire over again their
juuog days ; through you only can the weary one
obtain a position in society; and from the level on
which you place them, must your children go in
to the great struggle of life.
From the Met*g Bird.
A Lesson.
A littl** girl who had wintered the perplexity
of her mother on a certain occasion wheu her for
titude nave way under a severe trial, s-tid :
“Mother, do* s God ever fret or scold ?”
The query waa so abrupt and startling it ar
rested the mother's attention almost with a perfect
shock.
“Why, Lizzie, what mskee you ask that ques
tion !”
“Why, God is g od—you know you used to
*nll him the “Good Man” when I was little—and
1 should like to know if he ever scold.”
“No, child, no.”
“Well, I am glad he don’t; for scolding always
makes me feel so bad, even if it is not me in fault.
I don’t think I could love Gcal much if he scold
ed.”
The mother felt rebuked at her simple chi and.
Never had the heaid so forcib’e a lecture on the
evils of scolding.—The words of Lizzie sank down
deep in her heart, and she turned away from the in
nocent face of the little one to hide the tears that
—gathered in her eyes. Children are quick ob
servers ; and L'zzie, seeing the effect of her words,
hastened to inquire:
“Why do you cry mother?” Was it naughty
for me to ask so many questions ?
“No, love, it was all right. I was only think
ing how bad I had been to scold so much, when
my girl could hear and be troubled by it.”
0, no, mama, you ate not bad, you are a good
mama, only I wish there was not so many things
to make you fret and talk like you did j rst now.—
It makes me feel away front you so far, like I
could not come near you, as I can when you smile
and are kind; and oh, I sometimes fear 1 sir 1 1
be put off so far I can never get back again.”
“Oh, Lizzie, don’t say that,” said the moth, r,
unable longer to repress the tears that had been
at niggling in her eyes.—The child wondered what
could so effect its parent but instinctively feeling
it was a case requiring sympathy, she reached up
and Nid her little arms about the mother’s neck
and whispered:
‘ Mamma, dear do I make you cry ? Do you love
me?”
“O, yes. I love you more than I can tell,” re
plied the parent, clasping the child to her bosom.
“And I will try never to scold again before iny lit
tle sensative girl.”
4 0,1 am so glad. I can get so near to you
when you don’t scold; and do yon know, mother,
I want to love you so much.”
This was an effectual lesson, and the mother
felt the force of that passage of Scripture, “Out of
the mouths of babes have I ordained strength.”—
She never scolded again.
JCSTThe strange disease, at the National Do
te), Washington, which has seized upon many of
the leading men of the country, —and which our
Washington correspondent supposes to be rat pois
on, is noticed in the “Sun,” which says:
The rat poisoning is something which occured
two or three years ago, and the story has probablv
been re hashed now because the stench or odor
about some parts of the boose seems to resem
ble that object.
The proprietors of the house are utterlv igno
rant of the cause of the disease. They have sat
esfied themselves with proving that it does not
come either from the food or water, and there they
stop.
The true solution of the puzzle is probably in
some of the sewerage pipes. The unusual cold
weather has froz en up and closed or burst some of
them, or some of the D traps connected with them
have been in some way tilted out of place.
The fact that the poison is in the air is proven
not less by the investigations into food and water,
than by the unpleasant odor which pervades the
lower stories; and the exislence of waterclosefs,
in various parts of these stories, while there is
neither odor nor wafer closets in the upper stories,
points to them and the sewerage pipes as the prol
able causes of the difficulty.
Learning wisdon by experience, President Buch
anan. on his last visit to Washington, previous to
his inauguration, took up his lodging privately at
the residence of Mr. Cocoran. the oanker (Mr Sli
dell’s ?,) while, at the same time, he retained his
rooms at the National, occupying them only dur
ing the day, and venturing to eat nothing save a
cracker by way of lunch. Peter Cooper and
Cyrus W. Field, Esqrs., have been among the suf
ferers.
But, elswhere, the “Sun” records,—as we have
already recorded, the death in this city of Mrs. J.
L. Adams, in whose stomach, upon a post mar
tem examination, was found a mineral poison,
arsenic, it is believed. The question of the cause
is a very serious one, —for many other men, emi
nent in various ways,—whom we could name, are
yet suffering, arid of the President of the United
Stales, writes a Washington correspondent.
Indeed, his health is more seriously affected
than the flatterers about the white House admit.
In the first place, he is several years older than
the biographers allow. A man may remain sta
tionary at 68 while a candidate for the Presiden
cy, but after entering the White House the down
ward motion begins and cannot be arrested. The
disease which he contracted here a month ago has
adhered till now with occasional respites. It has
shaken even bis strong constitution sensibly, and
one necessity resulting from this cause bis com
pulsory withdrawals from company early in the
evening. A marked chtfnge is traceable in Mr.
Buchanan’s appearance, indicating signs suffici
ently serious to claim strict attention and care.—
He needs quiet and repose, after the seige of ex
citement and debility, and the best evidence of
friendship that can l>e offered him is for the throng
to withdraw and allow him the chance of recruit
ing.
Ought not the Washington authorities to start
some chemical or legal examination of facts. Per
haps there was an intent to poiaon tbe President
end we are told the President himself indulges in
ftpeh an Y JSheprm.
TERMS’:
I $1 in advance} or, $2 at the end of the year.
OO
JOHN M. SEALS
PIiOPRfKTOU.
YOL. XXIII-NUMBER 23.
Don’t Drink Brandy.
Porter' * Spirit of the Times warns the good
people of New York, who occasionally take a lit
tle “for the stomach’s sake,” not to drink brandy,
or rather the red liquids winch is handed out to
them at tavern counters, under that name. The
editor says it is a well known fact, that there is
scarcely a bar-room in that city, however extensive,
elegant, or pretensh-u*, that contains a drop of the
genuine article. Indeed, very little of it comes in
to the country from France, and what does come,
commands an almost fabulous price—a price so
great, at any rate, as to exclude it almost entirely,
from the retail trade. Indeed, even with the best
will to sell a good article, the tavern keeper can
not surely get it. The article which he buys un
der custom house lock, and which unquestionably
has come from France, is nothing more or less
than a portion of the millions of gallons of “pure
spirit,” i. e., alcohol , whicL has been exported from
this country, to receive, in France, its coloring and
flavor from the essential “oil of Cogniac,” and then
to bo imported back. This is no illusion, but a
fact of daily practice; and it would be safe to
conclude, that any glass which you may take up,
at a bar in town, is no'.hing but colored puie spir
its, flavored with a few drops of the poisonous oil
alluded to. The same may be said of the stuff
that is furnished you in demijohns from the whole
sale grocers and liquor dealers, for family use, at
the rale of five, six, and seven dollars a gallon.—
Through the failure of the grape in France, and
the immense consumption of the article of brandy
in this country, not one twentieth part of the de
mand made upon France can be supplied ; and as
the major part of this demand for high priced
brandy, it will at once be seen, what perilous stuff,
even the most fastidious and careful drinkers are
oblidged to swallow. The only safe course is,
thereiore to abstain from calling for brandy alto
gether. There is but little good in it, even when
it is best: and it has been saddled upon us, as a
national drink, in place of the comparatively harm
less beverage chosen by the other nations, by a
school of red-faced old cooks, who, with the pro
fundity, if not sobriety of oracles, yoked our necks
yeare ago, with the notion that a little brandy was
“the best thing in-the world for the stomach,” es
pecially after eating oysters —a double fallacy, as
has long ago been proved. YVe, therefore, advise
that brandy be permitted to go out of fashion—at
least while it is out of the country —and if we
must have a national drink, let us follow the ex
amp'eofthe nation which manufactures brandy
for us, and adopt something a9 a daily beverage,
that is, at least, a t-hade lighter than hell fire.
Don’t Scold.
A scold makes ail around feel unpleasant, and
the man or woman who indulges the practice, is
sure to feel the worse for it, after the scolding fit
is over. A scolding, fault finding disposition, does
no good, but much harm. It dries up the better
feelings of the soul, and blights everything within
reach.
The folly of the evil is vividly portrayed in the
following anecdote.
A clergyman was busily engaged in his study,
when his wife came hurriedly in, desiring he would
go in the kitchen and scold the cook. The kind
clergyman, willing to oblidge, told his better half
that he was busy just then, but that he would
write a scold, aud that she could go and read it to
the cook. She did so, and the cook laughed.
It has been truly observed by Weaver; “that
of all disagreeable, habits the world was ever tor
mented with, scolding is the most annoying. To
hear a steamboat whistle, to hear an a>s bray, to
hear a peacock scream, or an Indiau yell, is music
compared with it. Since we were a little child,
we have always felt a mortal abhorence to scold
ing. And if we had been scolded as some child
ren are, we know not as we should ever have been
good for anything. Our sensitive spiwt would
have rebelled and wrought itself into a hateful,
discordant thing. It is no wonder many children
are bad. The good is all scolded out of them.—
It is stunted or killed by early fros's of cold, icy
scolding. What a frost is to the spring buds, is
scolding to all the best things in the child’s heart.
Scolding folks at home ! How miserable ! Light
ning, thunder, liail, storm and winds, let them all
come, rather than a hurricane of scolding.”
Good It True. —Tbe following about 11. P.,
meaning Hiram pearson, the Yankee who had
been sitting on the Russian throne and doing oth
er fordidden things, and paying dear for the whis
tle generally is told by the San Francisco News
tletter.:
The last story told of the eccentric Callifornia
millionaire, Col. H. P., (we don’t mention names,)
runs thus : Traveling upon a small steamer in
Europe, having taken his dinner, he commenced
the enjoyment of his cigar on deck, when he was
politely informed by the Captain that smoking was
against the rules of the boat. Our friend not car
ing to be deprived of his fumagatorial enjoyment
retired forward and pulled away for dear life.—
The Captain finding his pasenger stilll rebellious
again in a presumpiory tone informed him of the
rule. I must smoke, said the Colonel. Can’t,
said the Captain. Come, said the Colonel. I’ll
buy your boat. What is the price? Have no
power to sell, replied the Captain. Can you char
ter for the voyage, asked Col. P, and if so what’s
your figure ? Three hundred pounds, answered
the Captain. Done, says the Colonel, and then
For the enjoyment of his Havana. The bargain
was concluded, the money paid, the papers execu
ted. Now your Excellency can collect your pas
sage money said the Captain, believing he had
some crowned monarch on board in disguise.—
You navigit** your craft, said the Colonel, and I
will arrange the passage money. Gentlemen and
ladies, sad he to the now gathered crowd, your
passage is paid, and as there are no rules on this
boat you can just smoke as much you please.
JttirThe second of Dr. Kane’s rules, on ship
board, for his Arctic Expedition, was: “No drink
ing of intoxicating liquors, except when ordered by
tbe doctor.”