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THE TEMPERANCE CRUSADER.
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THE CROWN OF FLOWERS.
Suggested by seeing the remains of an interesting
child, Eloise A. Morgan, with a wreath of flowers
upon her coffin pillow:
’Twas well to crown thy brow,
Fair, beauteous child, with flowers;
Thyself a bud transplanted soon,
To blossom in immortal bowers.
’Twas well! and yet the bitter tears,
Flowed thick above thy head;
Joo soon thy doting parents deemed,
Thy summons came to join the dead.
They’ll miss thee oft; thy sunny brow
Will haunt them as they stray
Thro’ all the paths thy form made glad
At dawn and close of day.
They’ll miss thee from thy tiny chair —
They’ll miss thy glee at morn,
And say that life, unshared by thee,
Has many a piercing thorn.
But gently sleep, thou lovely one,
. Crowned with thy wfeath of flowers!
Heaven’s pearly gates have oped for thee—
Thou’lt know no lonely hours.
A harp is in thy cherub hands,
Such as we ne’er behold,
A crown, too, decks thy lovely brow
Brighter than burnished gold.
From pain and anguish thou hast risen
To reap immortal bliss,
Oh! wh<fr would call thee back sweet one,
To such a world as this?
C. \Y. B.
[communicated.]
The “Index and Critic.’’—An Explanation
Mr. Editor: —ln the Crusadei'of the 24th of
September, there is a communication over the sig
nature of “L. Lincoln Veazey” which calls me cut
by name, and places me in a wrong position. I
shall make no reply to that part of the article,
which refers to “Critic.” Indeed, had Mr. Veaz
ey in his editorial in the Crusader, censured “Crit
ic” only, and not included the temporary editor of
the Index, I never should have written the editor
ial in the Index of the 16th of September. But j
in defending myself for admitting the communica
tion of “Critic,” it became necessary for me to say
what I did in his defense.
The only charge which Mr. Veazey brings against
me is the betrayal of editorial confidence. This
would be serious enough if it were sustained. He
raust be laboring under misconceptions in think
ing I have done so. The facts are these : Early
in the present year, as he admits he wrote an ar
ticle in reference to Mercer University, which the
. Editor of the Index admitted without close exami
nation, because he was assured, that the author
was a friend to the Institution. A part of that ar
ticle was offensive to some persons in Penfield. —
I received letters in reference to it, and a request
to make complaint to the editor. I complied with
the request, at the same time, assuring the editor,
and the brethren of Penfield, that I was confident
that the author was a sincere friend to Mercer.—
The editor gave one permission to furnish the
author’s real name to the brethren in Penfielslv
who were dissatisfied, if I thought best. I gave
the name to one brother, — and I think to but one. I
When in defending recently, my editorial course
against an implied charge, made by Mr. Veazey,
as temporary editor of tbe Crusader, I used the
following language:
“To show our brother that be should be some
what modest and reluctant, in becoming a self
constituted censor of our conduct, we will just
mention, that an article written by himself, for our
columns, was regarded, at Penfield, as exceedingly
injudicious, and actually brought down censures
upon us for its publication.”
Now this embraces all, that I know of, in refer
ence to “betrayal of editorial confidence,” and di
vulging matters committed to me “under the most
solemn pledge of secrecy.” No matters, connect
ed with Mr. Veazey, have bean committed to any one,
by himself or any one else, in this solemn way ;
and, of course, I have violated no such pledges.
I think Mr. Veazey is mistakeu in supposing,
(as he seems to do,) that there is any law among
editors, placing them under solemn pledges, to con
ceal the real names of those who write under as
sumed names, when their articles are complained
of, by those to whom they have reference. I say
nothing about the language which Mr. Veazey
uses, believing as I do, that he was somewhat ex
cited when he wrote.
As the little sparing between us originated en
tirely from the official positions, which we occu
pied temporarily, I will take this occasion to say,
that personally, I have never had aught against Mr.
Verny, nor have I now. S. LANDRUM.
A lady writer srys: Clandestine marriages sel
dom bring happiness ; the woman who sacrifices
home and parents are unusally unreasonable, gen
erally reaps that Teward which follow in the foot
steps of ingratitude and disobedience. The world
is frill of such instances.
Mitigated Affliction. —A gentlemen stepped in
to a store where none but “mourning goods” were
sold, and inquired for slate-colored gloves. Tbe
polite clerk informed him that only black goods
were sold tn that room ; for slate colored gloves he .i
must step into the mitigated affliction department.
— Com. Add. \
The Retort Courteous, j
An amusing well-born, though it seems not a
well-bred, English barrister, once took occasion to
depreciate his opponent’s'chaarctfer in % case at
the bar, by charging him with being “the son
of a-barber.', Jd
“Yes,” responded the accused, “it is true, lam
the son of a barber, but had you been the son of
a barber, vou would never have been any thing
else 1”
This retort, so well sent in, rather disconcerted
the. high-born aristocratic lawyer, not a little
heightened by a titter amongst the’ common
sense folks in the*Court, and he bit his,lip in
sheer vexation and lost his • cause to boot.
It is not a little curious, too, that the mere
accident of birth should, even at this day, still
give occasion for some (let us hope blit few.) to
plume themselves upon it above their fellows. —
It seehns to us about the weakest point in human
nature. We may venerate the great, heroic deeds
of an ancestor but if we cannot come within a
hundredmiles of imitation, it would be a mark
of wisdom to preserve a dead silence thereupon.
Addison in his day came down upon such
false assumptions with trip hammer force. But
the fools are not all dead yet. Pope, too, had a
tilt at it, —
“Honor and shame from no condition rise ;
Act well your part —there all the honor lies.
Fortune in men has some small difference made,
One flaunts in rags—one flutters in brocade,
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But by your father’s worth if yours you rate,
Count me those only who were good and great.
Go i if your ancient but ignoble blood
Has crept through scoundrels iever since the flood
Go ! and pretend your family s young,
Nor own your fathers have been fools so long,
What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
Look- next on greatness —say where greatness lies ?
Where but among the heroes and the wise ?
Heroes are much the same, the point’s agreed,
From Macedonia’s madman to the swede.”
Success wholy comes of perseverance—the right
sort of blows driven home patiently, continuously
hopefully. Many a man has elevated himself
from a dunce to a doctor in this way without any
leaning upon ancestral dignity. He who needs
the aid of such stilts, builds, to say the least, upon
a very questionable foundation.
The talented Charming observes, “When I set be
fore me true virtue, ajl the distinctions on which
men value themselves fade away ; Wealth is poor
—worldly—honor is mean —outward forms are
beggarly elements.”
“The King can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might—
Gude faith he maun na ca’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that—
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;
But a man of Independent Mind
Is chief o’men for a’ that I—Burns.
Again, we say to one—to all—go in and win.
No matter what your ancestors were ; if they
were great and good, imitate their virtues, but by
all means preserve their own identity—be tnvself
a man ‘.—Materials for Thinking.
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From the Hoiton Post.
iEsthetics of Dress-Choice of Colors,
It is an observation of Lataver, that persons
habituablly attentive to dress display the same reg
ularity in the domestic affairs. “Young women,”
says he,“who neglect their toilette, and manifest
little concern about their appeafal, indicate in this
very particular a disregard of order, a mind but
little adapted to the details of housekeeping, a de
ficiency of taste and of the qualifications that in
spire love. The girl of eighteen who desires not
to please, will be a slut and a shrew at twenty
five.\
ft is a great mistake in women to suppose that
they may safely throw off all care about dress
with their celibacy, as if husbands had less taste
than suitors; or as wivys had less need than mis
tresses of the advantage of elegant and tastelul ap
parel. An old writer says, with a hearty empha
sis, “It is one of the moral duties of every married
woman always to appear well dressed in the pres
ence of her husband.” To effect this, however,
expensive attire is by no means essential. The
simplest robe may evince the wearer’s taste as tru
fy as the most costly gown of moire antinue. But
how rare a quality is good taste ! In the mere
matter of propriety,and harmony of colors, there is
room for a treatise which has yet to be written by
someone thoroughly proficient in the icthetics of
dress. Even the simpler laws, though pretty gen
erally understood, are constantly neglected.
Some of these canons, as laid down in an Eng
lish poem of the last century, are worth quoting,
is well for the good sense of the dogmas as for the
quaintness of the verses. To brunettes he recom
mends high colors, “rose,” “orange,” or even “scar
let,” thus : ‘ .
“The lass whose skin is, like the hazel brown.
With brighter colors should become her own.”
To’ rosy cheeked girls he permits “blue” and
“die color of the sea :”
“Let the fair nymph, in whose plump cheek is seen
A rosy biush, be clad in cheerful green.”
Couponing pale women against vernal hues, he
continues:
“Ladies grown pale with sickness or despair,
The sable’s mournful dye should chose to wear,
So the pale moon still shines with purest light,
€lod in the dusky mantle of the night.”
From the Spirit of the Age.
The Old Oak.—by ionu.
Lucre is an old oak, standing aloof from his com-
I panions near a winding brook, called by the sm
perstitious and ignorant ‘The Haunted Tree.’—
Why so called, I do not know; but suppose it
is simply because its trunk and branches are blas
ted by time ; for it bears trace's of a long and
stormy life—a life that extends far back, before
the white man’s foot trod these rugged hills. It
flourished in all its beauty and pride while the
red man’s savage whoop rung undisturbed in his
forest home—while be trod with a weary and
stealthy step the war path, or sat beneath its far
spreading branches around the council fire, to
concoct a plan for the destruction of some hostile
tribe. They have passed away, but still the oak
remains a wreck of its former grandeur.
The lightnings that have sported for ages a
round its topmost branches in harmless fury, too,
have passed away, leaving it a scathed and blast
ed wreck, presenting a sad similitude of man’s
earthly career. In the morning of life—in the
spring time of youth—when pleasure’s cup is
brightly sparkling with glorious anticipations of
the future, when friends throng around him, when
the sun of prosperity shines in an unclouded sky
and fills his heart with hope, love and joy, then
be is like the young Oak ; but when the intrud
ing hand of care lies heavy upon his heart.—when
stern reality flashes upon his imaginary hopes,
dispelling them in gloomy darkness—when friend
after friend sinks to rest —when bereft of kindred,
then he is like the old Oak, his heart seared by
time’s rutthiess and relentless hand.
Leaves and 1 horns.—A coquette is a rosebush,
from which each young beau plucks a leaf, and
the thorns are left for the husband.
“Speaking of corporal punishment in schools,”
Said a fair lady, “what pupil is most to be pitied ?”
“Mhe pupil of the eye, because it is always under
tholash-” - **
§f~, SMfc the Age.
A Sketch.—uv KSTE 11 “
An Indian:- stood alone oira Tooky height,.fuz
ing scornfully at his enemies, benentli. There was
no hope of escape now—the* fast arrow was spent
long before, and already lie heard their cries of]
exultation as they gained the pass lending to the
submit on which he stood. There was a re
ward offered for his’scalp, as lie was a fatnou*
warrior and the last of- bis tribe. A fork frown
gathered on his brow as he beheld the hamfojs ot
his race smouldering in ashes, but it passed away
and he was calm as before, and he spoke—‘hare
well, my forest heune no more wid J wander in thy
leafy depths free- as the; birds of air, or chase
theflight-footed antelope from thy mountain
more will I skim like % bird rover thy
silvery waters, with my Indian maid by my side
—she is gone, but her spirit looks forth for me
from yon blue arch above, and wonders why I
tarry so long. My hatchet has sunk for the last
time deep in theskullßof my-hated enemies—they,
are cowards ! They came when the strong war
riors were on the warpath and murdered the grey
haired sires, the women and little -children. All
are gone now, and I must join them in their long
home. The Great Spirit will avenge ! T come to
thee, my native land ; thou wilt prove'a refuge e
ven in death P
His enimies looked fearfully around as they,
heard a wild, unearthly shriek fill the forest with
its echoes ; and they saw Ins form hurling from
the heights into tlie dark abyss beneath 1
Extract from the Speech of John Adams.
Delivered in the Hall of Independence, before the
Congress of 1776, on the passage of the Decla
ration :
Addressing John Hancock, the then President,
he said—
“ Read this Declaration at the head of the ar
my; every sword will be drawn from its scabbard
and the solemn vow uttered to maintain it or per
ish on the bed of honor. Publish it from the pul
pit; religion wi 11 approve it, and tho love of re
ligious liberty will cling around it, resolved to
stand with it or fall with it. .Send it to the pub
lic halls, proclaim it there, let them hear it who
heard the first roar of the enemy’s cannon ; let
them see it wlw> saw their sons and their brothers
fall on the field of Bunker Hill and in the streets
of Lexington and Concord, and the very walls
will Cry out in its support.
“Sir, I know the uncertainty of human af
fairs, but I see, I see clearly through this day’s
business. You and I may not live to the time
when this Declaration shall be made good : we
may die ; die colonists —die slaves —die, it may
be, ignominiously and on the scaffold. Be it so
be it so if it be tbe pleasure of Heaven.
There is an inexpressible sweetness in the reflec
tion that we are striving to do the will of God.—
This sentiment, when sincerely cherished, is noth
ing less than the spirit of Christ in the sou!. We
look up to our Lord, and we hear him proclaim the
moving cause of his own mission of toil and suffer
ing in the world, “Lo,I come! in the volume of
the book is written of me, I delight to do thy will,
O, my God!” Sustained by the happy conscious
ness that he was faithful to an appointed work,
his courage did not give way in those dark hours
when even his own received him not. He knew
that his labors were accomplishing the divine pur
pose, and he was satisfied.
Like him we are sent into the world lo doJ.be
will of our father in heaven. It is a holy mission
which we are to execute, not to require :t personal
reputation for effective talent, but for the glory of
him who-sent us. Whatever amount <>f success
may now attend our labors, we shall soon give ac
count with joy, if with the consciousness of hon
est purpose and faithful endurance, we can say to
God, as we ascend, “I have finished the work
Thou gavest ine to do.”
Fate of the Apostles.
St. Matthew is supposed to have Suffered mar
tyrdon, or was put to death by the sword in the
city of Ethiopia.
St. Mark was dragged through the streets of
Alexander, in Egypt till lie expired.
St. Luke was hanged upon an olive tree in
Greece.
St. John was put into a caldron of-boiling,oil
at Rome and escaped death. He afterwards died
a natural death at Ephesus, in Asia.
St. James the great was beheaded at Jerusa
lem.
St. James the Less was thrown from a pinna
cle or wing of tbe temple, and then beaten to death
with a fuller’s club.
St. Philip was banged up against a pillar at
Hierapolis, a city of Phrygia.
St. Bartholomew was flayed alive by the com
mand of a barbarous king.
St. Andrew was bound to a cross, Nv hence he
preached to the people tiii he expired.
St. Thomas was run through the body by a
lance near Malibar, In the east Indies.
St. Jude was shot to death with arrow?.
St. Simeon Zelotes was Crucified in Per
sia.
St. Matthias was stoned and then beheaded.
The Funny Law-suit . —The following account
is given of the law suit which was noticed in the
Philadelphia Bulletin some time ago :
A. novel law suit came off at Media afew days
since. Wm. McMullen sued George Barrett, a
barber for malicious mischief for cutting his hair
close to the scalp in the New York fighting style,
the former claiming £2O damages. The defend
antproved by two or three witnesses that the hair
was cut according to order, whereupon the plain
nff with violence asserted that the evidence was
not true. The Squire upon this told the plaintiff
he was liable to action for perjury for such flat
contrrdiclion. Acting on this hint,’ the outraged
witness at once on satisfaction, and the litigious
plaintiff’ got scared—turned dependent—and plead
for mercy! The Squire dismissed the suit with
costs, and the barber laughs over his first experi
ment at cutting hair in the “New York” flighting
style.
A Minister Nonplussed.
The Rev. Matthew Wilkes was once passing
through one'of tht|crowded streets of London. w].#a
he heard a carman—who fouud great difficulty in
getting his vehicle along, owing to the numerous
obstructions ho met with —cursing and swearing
ata tremendous rate, lie quietly went up to the
offender, and,tapping him gently on the shoulder,
said to him :
“Ah ! for that cursing and swearing for which
you have been guilty, I will appear a witness
against you on that great day of judgment!”
“Oh ! yes,” said the carman to his clerical re
buker, “the biggest rogue always turns king’s evi
dence !”
The minister, in relating this anecdote to his
friends, owned that this answer so com [>lctely non
plussed. |um^ ; fhat he was ohlidged to walk off
without saying a word in reply.
£jjc(Tcmj)cnmcc Crusato.
l-i’A-JIELD. OEOXirHA.
Thursday Morning, October 8, 1857.
TiiO Annual Session of the Grand
Division of the Sons of Temperance,
f#' : lhe year 1857, will he held at
Rethnrinv Camp Ground” Jefferson
County, commencing on the fourth
Wednesday in October next. The
Camp-Ground is within three-fourths
oi a mile of the Central lihil Road,
the place for getting at Griffins,
tlie 107 mile post, where Delegates
may expect to find conveyance for
their accommodation.
Baldwin Raiford Division held at
that place have made ample arrange
ments for the accommodation of all
Delegates who may attend. The
meeting is looked forward to with
much interest, and it is hoped that no
Division in the State will fail to be
represented, the officers of the Grand
Division are all expected to be pres
ent.
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Wk are indebted to our former associate L. Lin
coln Yeazy, for the present issue. Though as firmly
weded to his idol, bachelorism, as ever, he warmly
aympathizes with our present condition, and has
kindly taken our post for a few days.
Election in Greene.
On Monday last resulted in
the choice of G. O. Dawson, Esq., for the Senate,
and Maj. R. L. McWhorter, and M. VY. Lewis Fsq.
as Representatives from this county.
We are sorry to announce the death of Wm. N.
Morgan of this place. He had been for several years
the oldest citizen of our village.
Raciness in a public journal is not a mark of
merit, or quality that should win popularity. A bil
lingsgate article in a nowspaper may elicit notice,
but will hardly win admiration.
■
Wg observe in the last number of the Rain bridge
Argus that Miss A R. Blount, whose writings under
the non deplume “Jennie Woodbine” have become
extensively known to the reading public of Georgia,
has become regularly connected with the editorial
department of that Paper. We wish her much suc
cess in the arduous career she has began. May that
star that gives such promise in its rising long contin
ue to ride in brilliance, without a misty cloud to ob
scure ks glory. *
Gene at Last! *
Our readers will please excuse the
non-appearance of anything from the veritable pen
Editorial this week, on the plea that that character
has had the lamentable misfortune to commit m—
m—matrimony! During his absence, (of course he
is eery absent in mind) the star has stolen out from
its clouds, and will attempt to “throw some lighten
the subject.” To describe is impossible. Our Pe
gasus, long unused to harness, stumbles at the outset,
and we must refrain from an upward flight. Our
pen refuses to write either sentiment or sarcasm,
but runs rather confusedly towards a homily.
Men Will Marry.
It is a settled fact in their ex
istence, and they move towards it as surely as the
mountain current rolls its waters to their Ocean
home. Some indeed, by their circumstances or sen
timents seem fated to plod on alone the journey of
Life; but these too overcome all obstacles, and go
the way of all the earth.
Our friend who has just bowed the knee to Hy
men, long reveled in freedom, unpierced by a dart
from the Love-gods quiver. lie had whispered sen
timental ditties in the cars of many fair maidens,
and basked in the rays of many a love-lit eye, and
from all this he had come forth unharmed. We
thought him safe. But alas! “when ho said he
would die a bachelor, he never thought he would
live to get married.” He turned from all these fair
ones from every portion of our Southern country to
find an Angel in ft at home; one been his
friend ‘from “childhood’s hour.”
“The bee through many a garden roves
And hums the lay of courtship o’er,
But when it linds the flower it loves
It nestles there and hums no more.”
Yes, it is true he was united in the holy state of
matrimony, on the night of the Ist, to Miss Mary
Ellen Sanders, daughter of the late Rev B. M. San
ders. Ills little “Paradise,” has received its finish
ing touch, and the sigh of the Hermit has given
place to woman’s smile. May their sky never be
darkened by the clouds of domestic strife. May
blessings richer than tongue can speak or pen des
cribe bestrew their pathway through life. *
>
“To jjabor and to love is the sum of life.” He
who has done these has fulfilled the earthly destiny
for which he was created. lie who does more or
less or. s, and by excess or failure, disappoints the
purposes of Heaven.
Labor and love. How simple are these words in
their signification, h w common in the every day
language of life. Yet they embrace the whole vol
ume of duty which man owes to his fellow man,
and to his God. Brief and easy of comprehension
as they may seem at first glance, they lay open a
boundless range of prospects to the reflecting mind.
They are like those worlds which the microscopeic
eye discovers, existing with all harmony and beantv
of proportion in a drop of water. The ignorant or
careless pass them unnoticed, while the philosopher
bends over them with wondrous delight.
Who can escape from the chain of duty which
these two words have thrown around the whole hu
man race? Few r there be who can withhold their
hands from labor without incurring the penalty af
fixed to idleness, and none are exempt from the law
of love. The little infant that can only throw its
dimpled arms around its parents neck, the bed-rid
den invalid whose limbs move not at the behests of
his will, are the subjects of this g lden rule. It is
binding in all the ‘conditions of circumstances in
which reasonable man can be placed.
Map comes in the world with a wail, alternately
smiles, frowns, laughs and weeps, and dies with a
groan. Is this all of life? A fulfilment of its high
destinies and noble purposes ? This is existence,
but it is not life ; for |
! *• “Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal.”
Yet how many aro born, breathe the pure air,
and gaze on the wide expanse of nature’s sublimity,
and still neither labor o t love. *
John Gaston was accidentally killed near
Abbeville, 0. H., a week or so ago, by a tree falling
i jmy jpm J mtf w fit I
We frequently speak of men’s command over
language. It would be much more in accordance
with practical truth, to speak of the command of
language over men. We are indeed seldom aware
of the amount of influence which a word or phrase
exerts upon the inind. We listen to theoraterin
his lofty flights of eloquence, and dream not that it
is the tinci! glare of his rhetoric w'hich tires our im
agination, and captivates onr fancy, He may an
nounce truths of grandest import, in deep, burning
glowing thoughts. But it is not these which seize
with mighty grasp the popular mind. Stripped of
this garish .show of high sounding phrases, and well
turned periods, and they loso their power to please
and control.
“What is there in a name,” says the Bard of
Avon in the impressive style of interrogative anima
tion. We say that all is in a name, and had the Poet
have lived in our day, he would perhaps have assen
ted to the truth of our proposition. Men array them
selves in parties, and are carried away by all th e
fury of fanaticism, when they are utterly ignorant
as the the poiht for which they are contending.—
They attach themselves to a party, and for the sake
of a name are carried to these absurd lengths. It
forms one of the readiest handles by which men
may be humbugged and cheated.
There is great moral power in a name. The no
tion which attaches to it so much weight may be ab
surd, and devoid of reason, but is none the less wor
thy of note. An ungraceful, ill-sounding or ridicu
lous one may do far more to fetter his ambit! on and
thwart bis purposes than any untoward accident of
birth. Parents seldom think that they are to some
extent marking out the destiny of their children
when they givethem names. Look over the pages of
history, and read the names which the hand of fame
has written there. Will youjfind one, which, standing
isolated from all circumstances, will provoke merely
by its sound an emotion of the ludieruous ? Men
upon whom such names have been afliixed cannot
rise to eminence though there slept within their souls
thg genius of Newton, or Milton’s poetic fire. True
England’s records have transmitted to us such
names as Praise God Barebones and “Hew Agag in
pieces before the Lord but these are written on
the darkest page of her History, and their distinction
is that of notoriety, not fame.
When Eve lifted the heads of her flowers to Heav
en, and gave them names, had she called the rose
by another name, it had not taken a sent from its
fragrance, a hue from its glow. It would still have
been the nightengales love, and the queen of flow
ers. But were that melodious name, so long em
balmed in music and song, now taken away, much
of the poetic beauty lingering on its petals would
be destroyed. Poets may write, orators declaim,
practical men sneer at the idea, but there is still
much in a name. *
A man should not be ashamed of hi* craft. —
If he pursues a dishonorable calling, he should
not be offended when he is told so. He has oppor
tunities of knowing in what estimation this or that
occupation is held by the public, and if it be dis
reputable, he should not adopt it. In our country,
every man in this particular can do as he pleases.—
No distinction (if caste compel him to pursue a
course to v;lnch Ins tastes are un-uited, and which
his judgement condemns. IJcve the fiat of a parent,
as irrevocable as the laws ot the Medes and Persi
ans, can not prescribe the destiny of each son.—
What ever he does is done of his own free will and
choice, and there is none to shield him from the
censure which lie merits, if he adopts a vile vo
cation.
Yet many *re notoriously inconsistent in regard
to this matter. The highwayman, gambler, and
Ruin-seller, out untwjuently lay claims to a very
nice sense of honor, and attempt, in bravo style to
suppress in individuals those expressions of con
demnation w hich they ought to know public opinion
endorses. Such methods of magnifying their office,
are always futile. They are productive of no other
result than that of adding contempt to the feelings
with which they are regarded.
Some occupations, worthy, useful, and noble in
themselves become disreputable by the character of
those engaged in them. Hence that strange paradox,
that a man may be a nuisance to society, and at the
same time indis; *nsable to its well-being. This is
the position, we are sorry to say, of a large portion
of our mechanics, and of persons engaged in all
♦hose occupations where manual labor is required
The influence exerted by their moral characters, is,
baneful and deleterious, while their handicraft is es
sential to our progress, nay, to our very existence.
The fault is not iri their stars but in themselves.—
They would be respected, were they high minded,
and honorable.
Men in this country who depend on their vocations
for subsistence, should be especially careful in re
gard to the character which they maintain in society.
There is beginning to be, more particularly in the
Southern section of our country, a feeling of con
tempt for those who have to labor for their daily
bread. This should not be so, and we are sorry to
see it. Much of the blame however lies with the
persons themselves, who arc engaged in such occu
pations. It now requires scmotliing more than
mere honesty of purpose or purity of motive to gain
social position. They arc impoitant, and must al
ways be either possessed or feigned. Their power
to win respect are however greatly enhanced by those
soft amenities whie 1 give polish to the man’s man
ner, and render him agreeable to all. Thus it is
that the false, smooth-tongued limb of the law, or
the impirical disciple of Escuiapius arc received into
far better society than the blunt honest farmer,
whom no one ca : distrust. He presents to society
the rough surfaces of qualities, which if shown in
that beauty and grace which a little polish might
give, would gain him universal esteem. The same
may be said of many others, whose lives are gentle,
and the elements ol their natures mixed in the prop
er proportion for true manliness. But relying too much
on these they neglect the means cf improvement
that are at their command, and then blgtne society
for its want of appreciation. Only when every one
thinks and acts just as he ought, can it be true in
practice as it is now in theory, that
“Honor and from no condition rise.”
*
Mr Robert Bowie fell from the window of
his room in Haync street Charleston, on Friday
night last, and was immediately killed.
Within the past three months eight million
six hundred thousand new cents have been issued
from the mint in Philadelphia, weighing forty three
tons.
ISF” The Hon. Junius Ilillycr Ims, report says
been appointed Chief of one of the bureaus in the
Treasury Department, Washington, at a sailary of
$3,000 per annum, and that he accepts the same.
|3gP f ” ihe beautiful estate of the late Andrew Ste
venson, near Charlottesville, Va., has been purchas
ed by Aristeeds Welsh, Esq., for the sum of twenty
one thousand dollars. Blenheim is said to be o-;e of
the most desirable estates in the Old Dominion.
The “Critic” Difficulty.
In another column of this paper will be found a .
communication from Rev. S. Landrum, which he
calls an ‘■'‘explanation” oi our difficulty. In this he
attempts to exonerate himself from the charge of
betraying editorial confidence by throwing the blame
on Mr. Walker. It cannot lie there. Mr, Walker had
the undoubted right to make known in a private way
the author of my article to any and all who felt
themselves aggrieved thereby. But he would have
had no right to make such a disclosure to gain some
private end. Ilis authorizing Mr. L. to give my name
to those who appled.dianot authorize him to proclaim
it from the housetop, and cannot justify him for so
doing. This piece of sophistry is so meagre that it
would not decieve a child. Mr. L. says that mjt-p:-
ticle was admitted by the editor of the Index, with
out “close examination.” If this weie so, he is with
out excuse, for to my certain knowlecge, it had lain
over a week or more previous to its publication.—
But I deny that this was the ground ofitsadmi£
tance. There was, so far as I know , but one objec
tionable sentence in the article, and it might have
undergone a very rigid examination by Mr. Walker
without the discovery of any objectionable feature,
I do not suppose that any exception was ever taken
to it save by a few persons in Penfield.
Mr. L. mistakes my feelings entirely if he suppo
ses that I am grieved at the course he has pursued.
I have had no fears of my motives being impugned
by the people here or elsewhere, in regard to the ar
ticle in question. If it had suited my purposes I
should have affixed my signature to it when written.
This however do es not in the least palliate his of
fence in betraying the confidence reposed in him.—
It is well known to every reader of the Index that
during the whole of the present year,Mr. L. has
acted as supervising editor of that paper, and of com
munications and every thing of that sort was under
his cognizance. Ilis plea therefore that no trust was
committed to him is wretchedly flimsy.
I need notjmontion what an evident eome dwm the
present communication is from that editorial hraro
that appeared in the Index of the 23rd inst., evi
dently from the pen of the Rev. Gentleman. I need
not allude to his attempt to walk off in the majesty
of broadcloth dignity in his own columns while he
seeks to make “explanation” elsewhere. He got to
stooping and he could not stop.
And now Mr. L. I am determined that so far as I
am concerned this shall be the end ofa “small mat
ter.” My time can tc better employed than in ex
changing newspaper squibs with you which can
bring me neither honor nor profit. I have kept it
up thus far, from a feeling of courtesy, not because
you had raised any point which deserved a reply.—
It may not however be entirely unproductive of
good. Should you make the proper use of it, it will
teach you not to publish malicious articles, and then
try to defend them by making personal attacks on all
who express disaprobation.
L. LINCOLN YEAZEY.
Penfield Oct ’ 2nd, 1857-
4ii |
The notion that a social evil can not be remedied
by legislation, is one of the merest sophisms that
was ever imposed upon a free thinking people. We
every day, either see or hear evidences of its prac
tical falsity. It is not admitted in the principles of
polit.cal economy, and if it were, it would utterly
upset the whole fabric of civil and religious liberty.
Only when some system of error is to be upheld,
are such erroneous arguments resorted to, and
increase the evil which they seek to sustain. It is
the tyrants reasoning which increases in a ten-fold
degree the tortures of the rack, the wheel or the
stake.
We could scarce name the number of purely so
cial evils that have been remedied by legislation.—
In some cases it has been done so completely, and
so long ago that we are scarcely conscious of the
fact that such evil has ever existed. But so
ciety yet labors under many wrongs which requires
correction. Men boldly demand legislative aid to
suppress some of these while in the case of others
they raise the cry that legislation would be tyranny.
At every session of our General Assembly, different
communities send up petitions for relief from nuis
ances which they feel to be oppressive. But when
legislation in refference to the liquor traffic, that
most oppressive ol all nuisances, is made, it is
cried down as too unjust to be borne by freemen.—
This is consistency inded.
Every social evil, in its legitimate operations must
become evenlually a political evil. Mention one that
has remained unchecked, of which this has not been
the history. AY hen, then we demand Prohibition,
we demand it to free us from a social, moral and po
litical evil, each of which could yield ten thousand
reasons in its favor. *
i m ■-*
The followimo little gem from an esteemed fric nd
of ours, has for some time occupied a place in our
scrap-book. We beg indulgence for giving public
ity :
I heard the dark deep ocean roll. I saw the sea
worn mariner heaved high above the bosom of the
deep and sink deeply down beneath the clashing
wave Around this scone hovered an Angel’s
form and awful terror vanished from its presence.
I saw the soldier on the eve of battle, when
dark forebodings clouded his soul and tbe sun of
day had left him, perhaps forever. Amidst this
gloom I saw a bright and shining light, and the
chambers of the warrior's soul were lighted up
with the glare of this unflickering flame
I saw the way-worn pilgrim, when the storms
of many winters had spent their fury upon him,
and the suns of many summers had shed their
fiery heat upon his head. I saw a finger pointing
him to the “haven of rest” and a smile of joy
playing upon his features.
I exclaimed, Oh, Hope! Thou best and dear
est friend to mortals; thy mission is on Eerth
but thy home is in Heaven.
W'm. 11. Sehnixos, of Albany, Ga.,
fell from a road wagon, loaded with timber, on
Tuesday last in that place, and the wheel passed o
ver his head, killing him instantly.
--—i >
A Toledo paper reports a speech made by a gen
tleman of that city, who had been elected to an im
portant office in a military company. The recipient
of honors being called out for a speech, mounted the
rostrum “My brave men, them who voted for me
I respect —them who didn’t I disgust .”
Greenesboro,’ Sept. 14th, 1857.
J/i*. Editor :—l noticed a communication from
one of your happy correspondents from White
Plains, Mr. McDaniel who lives at home, and boards
at the same place, some directions as to the culture
and manufacture of syrup from the Chinese Sugar
millet. I have a strong notion of going in for the
culture of this milht another year, and T desire to
procure the genuine seed. Will your correspondent
McDaniel be so kind as to reserve for me about a
peck of his genuine millet seed, and send me a sam
ple of ft I would like some more directions from
him, as I have no doubt he has given much of his
time in experimenting with this valuable plant—
There are many others of this place who would
like seed from him, and I have no doubt that he can
dispose of all he has to spare. He will please ad
dress'mo at Greenesboro,’ and much oblige his
humble servant, S. J. Reed.