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"We will cling to the Pillars of the Temple of oar Liberties, and if it must fall, we will Perish amidst the Ruins." W. F. DURISOE & SON, Proprietors. EDGEFIELD, S. C., APRIL 4, 1855. - - - SILVER MOON. As I strayed from my ce.t at the close of the day, To muse on the beauties of June, 'Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid, And she sadly complained to the moon: "As a hart on the mountain my lover so brave, So handsome and manly to view, go kind and sincere, and he loved most dear, Oh Edwin, no love was more true. But now he is dead: and his youth once so gay, .Is cut down like a rose in full blom ; And he silently sleeps, and I'm thus left to weep, ly the sweet silver light of the moon. "But his grave I'll seek out 'till morning appears, And -weep for my lover so brave ; I'll embrace the cold earth and bedew with my tears The flowers that bloom o'er his grave. "Oh never again can my heart throb with joy My lost one I hope to meet soon And kind friends will weep o'er the grave wherehe sleeps, By the sweet silver light of tne moon. "Roll on silver moon, guide the traveller on his way, While the nightingale's song is in tune; I never, never more from my lover will estray, By the sweet silver light of the nioon." A PRIVATE ROOl. OR, THE EFFECT. OF PUNCH DRINKING. One particular dark, damp, dull, drizzily and disagreeable day in the latter part of November, a tall, gaunt, queer-looking cus tomer, dressed in a blue coat, with metal buttons, with " yaller" striped pantaloons, -and calf-skin terminations, sat "solitary and alone," in a little room, situated in a certain little tavern, in- street, Philadelphia. Before him was a little, round tahie, on whose marble top was " not a little" pitcher -of smoking punch, "screachen hot," and a 'wine glass. The solitary individual was York-nothin' else-dear child-and that was his second pitcher full-nigh his second -empty. One minute after, and you couldn't -fact, you see-have squeezed a drop out of either pitcher or glass, by a forty-two pounder hydraulic press. York. rang the bell.. The waiter popped Iis head in the door. Ring, sa?" "Of course I did. Is it clearing off?" "No sa-damp, sa-fog so thick, san, you could ladle out 'ith a spoon, sat. Have anything sa?" " More punch, and strong." " Yes, sa,-i mmediately sa." The waiter withdrew and in a few seconds the third pitcher of punch, and was begin ning to feel glorious, when, on raising up .his eyes, he saw his cwn figure in a pier glass, directly opposite. lie rubbed his eyes agamn. " By thunder !" said lie, " here's some fel. low sitting right before me, I'll swear there's impudence for you! This is a private room, sir, for my sole accommodation." He waited a minute, expecting an answer, but his reflection only stared at him and held its peace. " was saying, sir, that this is my private room, mine sir," cried York, fetahing hais v'oice an octave higher than it w~as before. No answver was made, and he rang the bell furiously. Thec waiter made his appearance agamn. "Ring sa ?" " Yes I did ring. Did'nt I ask for a pri. vate room ?" "Yes sa, this is a private room, sa." " It is ! Why there's a fellow sitting right -opposite me now, on the other side of the table. Rot his impudence." "Table, sa-fellowv, sa ? "Yes there is. Well, just never mind. Bring on some more punch and a couple of glasses."~ In a very short time, the fourth pitcher, .with two glasses, made its appearance. York filled one of the glasses, and thena shoved it over the table. "Will you drink, said he addressing the figure in the glass. "Oh you won't ehli Well, I will." And so be did. " Better drink, old fellow," continued he. -" Your liquor is getting cold," and you look as if you was fond of the thing." No answer being returned, York finished -the pitcher, and rang the bell again. In popped the waiter. "Ring sa. "'To be sure I did. Did'tnt you hear the ,b.b-bell ?" "I did." " Did'nt I order a p.p- private roomi Eh 1" " Yes, sa, this is a private room, sa." "A pretty private roonj this is, with a !f.f-fellow sitting right opposite that won't ,take a glass of punch ivhen it's offered him, *and a r-r-red nosed man at that. 0, well,' pnever mind, bring me more punch, and t tumblers. I'll try him again." Presently pitcher number 5, and glasses :to match, was borne in with due state. " Better try some, old boy," said York, zoaxingly, to his double. Th'le reflex merely looked good natured, but said nothing. "Well, continued York, with a sigh if this is'nt the most infamous. Never mitnd, I'll drink the punch." And so he did, every bit of it. About five minutes sufficed to end the pitcher.-I York rang the bell superfuriously. The wailar came again. " Ring, sa I" "Why, certain. Why should'nt I I Where's the man-who keeps the-place 1" "Boss, sa? Il'll see 'im sa. Shortly after, mine host, a quiet-looking little man, with a mottled, calico-patterned -- face and a shining bald head, made his ap. pearance. "W-w-whbat's to pay ?" demanded York, rising arid assuming an air of dignity. " Five pnches-five leavies. sir." "There's the money, sir," said York, forking over the coin. " And now I want to know why, when I call for a private room, you should put me here with s.s-somebody else I" " There's nobody here but you and I, sir !" " Nobody I. Do you s-s-spose I can't see I Do you think I am drunk! There, look there! two of 'em by jingo!" " Well, sir, I must confess I can't see any but us two." "You can't eh ?" And York dragged the land-lord to the table. " Look there," con tinued he, pointing to the glass. "Th-th. there's the rascals now. One of'ems enough like you to be your brother, and the other is I the most Lordforsaken, meanest looking I white man I ever saw." YULGARISaS REFINED. Vulgar.-" Take the rag off the bush." Refned.-Removing the dilapidated linen from off the infantile tree.. Vulgar.-" Money makes the pot boil." Refined.-" The precious- metals cause the cauldron to effervesce. Vulgar.-" Money makes the mare go." Refned.-" The circulating medium com pels the female nag to absquatulate. Vulgar,-" A fool and his money are soon parted." Refted.-The parnership existing be tween a simple one and his small change is speedily dissolved. Vulgar.-" What is bred in the bone can not come out of the flesh." Refined.-That which is matured in the ossified substance, cannot emanate from the carneous man. Vulgar.-" Tell the truth and shame the devil." Reflned.-Proclaim what is veracious and cause Diabolus to blush. Vulgar.-" Each dog has his day." Reflned.-Each masculine of the canine species is entitled to the possession of one diurnal revolution of the earth. Vulgar.-" Does your anxious mother know you are out?" Refned.-Is your solicitot maternal guardian aware that her offspring is abroad ? IRS. PARTINGTON, speaking of the pro visions of the Constitution, said, " For my part I should be glad to see 'em. Heaven and all of us knows provisions is searce enough and dear enough, and if they can turn the constitution to so good a use I'm glid of it. Anything that will have a ten dencyjto cheapen, the .necessities.of ife." Ike came running in at the moment, and asked her if he shouldn't give her a 'tig whicket." WnIc HE WOULD AKE.-A gentleman was once walking in a street, when he met a stone cutter whomn he thus addressed: " My good felloaw, if the devil was to come now, which of us would he take I" After a little hesitation, the man replied: " Me sir." Annoyed by this reply, the querist asked him for a reason. "Because, yer honor, he would be glad to ketch meself-sure; and he'd have you at any time." 480 ARTLESS CANDOR.-A gentleman inquired of a carpenter's boy: " My lad, when will this job your master has now on hand he completed?" " I can't tell, sir," said the honest boy, artlessly; " it's a day job, and it will depend upon how soon the old man has another order." A clergyman in a certain towvn, as the custom is, having published the banns of matrimony between two persons, was fol lowed by the clerk, reading the hymn, be. ginning with these wvords: " Mistaken souls, who dream of heaven." A man with a moderate appetito dined at a hotel, and after eating the w~hole of a young pig, was asked if he would have some pudding. He said he didn't care much about pudding, but if they had another little hog be would be thankful for it. WoRK.-The lady who did not think it respectable to bring up her children to work, has lately heard from her two sons. One of them is bar-keeper of a flat-boat, and the other is stewvard of a brick-yard. A gipsy, going through a village on a rainy day in a paiir of torn boots, was ac costed by a passer-by, whlo suggestea that his boots were much too bad for such wea ther. "You are mistaken, sir," said the gipsy, proudly, "it is the weather that is too bad for my boots." A N exchange mentions hearing an address from one of " the strong-minded," and says: -" She made some good hints, but not a very strong case, and tipped over all her arguments for women, independence of the other sex, by passing a man's hat to take up the collection." '- CoMEa here my lad," said an attorney to a boy about nine years old. The boy came and asked the attorney what case was to be tried next? The lawvyer answered, "a case betwen the Pope and the Devil-which do you think will be most likely to gain the action 1" The boy replied, " I guess it will be a pretty hard squeeze-the Pope has the most money, but the Devil thme most lawyers." AN Indian got drunk oiie cold day, lay downand froze to death. His tribe imita ting the whites, held an inquest. After a long pawv.vowv, they finally agreed that their verdict should be, he mixed too heap water in his whiskey, which froze and killed him dead. " How do you keep booksi"-" By dou ble entry. I make one entry and father makes another." SUITABLE TO THlE TIMEs.-There is a firm doing business at St. Louis, Mo., under the name of "Grinn and Barrett." Hu who receives a good turn should never forget it; he who does one should never rmember it NIEOS EPISCOPOS, Editor. SALUTATORY. " WirE in the course of human events" it ie deemed expedient for one to take upon himself the responsibilities which attach to the editorial profession, "a due regard for the opinions o others" requires that he should set forth, to some extent at least, the reasons which influence him to the assumption of its duties, and to indi. cate the position he proposes to occupy in refe. rence to such matters as may pertain to so im ortant a calling. Let the follow:ng then be submitted to the reading public. As respects the importance of the undertaking, whilst the editor feels that he places a proper estimate upon it, and whilst he is conscious ol possessing a good share of self-esteem, he yet cannot promise that anything very extraordinary is likely to result from it. It may not be that any "vacancy which has been long and seriously felt," will be filled, nor that " the long expressed wants" of a large circle of readers will be met. Should he even be able, under more favorable circumstances, to accomplish things so desirable, the lack of experience, the lack of space in a paper already crowded with other matter, to gether with other duties calling imperatively for attention, all combine to render the task difficult, if not impossible. It is hoped nevertheless by the arrangement, something will be added to the benefit of at least a certain class of the nume rous readers among whom this paper circulates. especially of those who, by not subscribing to a religious journal, are not posted up in the his tory of the Church's progress and various mat ters which affect the doctrine and practice of the Christian Israel. In the prosecution of this de sign, we may say some things not suited to the taste nor in accordance with the doctrinal views of some readers, but certainly nothing will be said in the spirit of intolerance, nor w ith an inten. Lion to injure the feelings of any, even the leas-. of those who, striving to live with "a consciene void of offence toward God and toward man," re acting out the part assigned them in the great drama of the world's recovery from the ruins of " the fall." And if by reason of anything herein contained, any one should feel himself aggrieved, the editor hereby engages to make such expla nation as shall be satisfactory, or such defence ws shall maintain-tho-pointent -iae, -or-auh -r& Lractioni as shall acknowledge himself mistaken. We also invite communications from any uarter, suited to this " Department ;" and any -riticisms which our readers think fit to bestow upon the subjects presented in it. No one will be excluded by name or faith. Be he Catholic or Protestant, Jew or Mahomedan, believer or infidel, he shall as far as our limits will allow, have a fair showing in the expression of his honest convictions. All that we stipulate for is, that all contributions in this line shall be brief, chaste, dignified and respectful in thought and language, and the right claimed by and conceded to the whole fraternity, to make such replies as we think proper. Living in the freest land on which the sun shines, and under a dispensation which in its every feature, forbids the persecu tion of men for " conscience sake," and accus tomed ourselves to speak out on all matters re lating to the spiritual interests of our race, we hold it the right, sacred and inviolate, of all honest men to be heard on the subjects connect ed therewith. Weo fear not the powers of evil, relying as we do on the maxim that " truth is mighty above all things and will prevail." And instead of treating with contempt the views of those who may differ from us, we will try to follow th~e admonition of an Apostle, to " Prove all things, hold fast that which is good." Lastly, we request such communications from the friends of religion and benevolence as may be useful in benefitting humanity, and thus~ lend a hand to " hasten the time" when the curse shall be removed; when throughout the domains~ of sin's desolation shall ring the trumpet of the gospel jubilee, proclaiming freedom from the dominion of Satan, and when every heart shall respond to the angelic benediction, " Peace on earth-good will to men." The above we offer as our salutatory, ivhich though necessarily brief and to ourself not sat. isfactory, we hope will answer the purpose, and therefore dismiss it with the promise to try and do better in the future communings which we trust, the Lord willing, to hold with our friend. and renders. gr WE send copies of this paper to the ad dress of several friends who will oblige us by reading and circulating them, and also by return ing their own and other names as subscribers. See terms on next page. -WhAT IS THE MATTER WITH OUR PEOPLEi IT was said of the Jew.As of old that they had a " zeal for God, but not according to knowl edge." This indeed was not a desirable state of things, but it may at least be made a question whether a mistaken zeal is not alnost as good as a stolid indifference which takes no interest in anything. If there be any part of our coun try where the charge of apathy does not, in some degree, lie against the Church with which it is our lot to be connected, it is more than can be said of that with which we are acquainted. That it does, with but little variation hold the truth, as respects the theory of doctrine and government, we fully believe, and this latter as regards both civil and ecclesiastical polity. B3u it must be confessed that in ::eal for the truth, in interest manifested for the prosperity of purc and undefiled religion, it is in many instances sadly wanting. SuCh has not always been the case, and why should it be so now? But does any one deny that it is so ? Then look through the country at the old shapeless shells called Churches," blackened with the weather, win dow-blinds hanging by one hinge, with cracks innumerable, in roof, floor and ceilin g-no, beg. ging pardon for the mistake, ?oeatherboardinlg to the genial rays of -a summers sun, and to tne biting blasts from the N. W.; unenclosed against the irruptions of cattle and swine. But as there is said to be some good mixed up with all evil, perhaps this last cirOu4stance is not altogether without its benefit, as the result is the produc tion of an insect of remarkable activity, which at least itaparts some nervous energy to the preacher,and keeps the congregation awake. To what extent it interferes with tho devotion of the worshipers, we leave to be determined by their own experience. 00 Once more: How many papers devoted to the interests of the Baptist denomination have been started in this State we do rot know, but un less we are much mistaken, they have all lived through a brief and sickly existence, and either moved in search of a more favored region, or been consigned to the " tombs of the Capulets." The present issue, if we are correctly informed, instead of being sustained as it should be by the some ten thousand white communicants of the State, is kept moving by the sacrifices of individuals, and the gratuities of Associations. And among those who subscribe for it, we asked a brother some time ago, and an intelligent man too, if he read the paper. His reply was that he "looked at it." Now under these circum stances there is but little encouragement to editor or contributors'to write when the printer and proof reader are all that pay any attention to their potted brain-children. But so it is, there's a hasty glance at the editorial,a hop, skip and jump through the correspondeene, and a perusal of the out-side, and the paper is con sidered as "looked at," and condemned as a " dull concern." We have much more to say about these mat ters, and some things "hard to be uttered," but must defer them to another issue. In the mean time let what has been written be at least "looked at" sufficiently to be remembered in connection with whatever else may come; and especially let the brotherhood be stirred up to improvement in the particulars mentioned. 4 I FAIT, HOPI AND LOVE. BY THE EDITOR. O where shall we find in this world's desert dreary, A green spot relieving the waste of life's way, A shade, underneath whigh, the lone pilgrim weary, blay rest from the burden and heat of the day ? Is there no sweet oasis, no clear gushing fountain, To brighten the prospect, the soul's thirst to as fo l 'd ow f i'1's, 'no breeze from the mountain, When clouds gather over, when life's fevers rage? On earth's broad domain surely all is not sadness, Humanity's cup is not all filled with wo ; The halo of hope ever glistens with gladness; In the storm ever glows the sure coveuant bow. Tho' this be a world or affliction and sorrow, In pleasures sweet goblet be mingled the gall; To-day hopes arrive to be mocked on the morrow, And 4 the trail of the serpent is over it all." Yet there's light midst the gloom in which man is enshrouded, And faith, hope and love are the stay of the soul, When with trials beset and temptations beelouded, And the world's disappointments over him roll. Then bear up and hold onward, poor eartli-slighted stranger, Look upward, move homeward to mansions above; Trust in him who on earth tho' a child in a manger, Now enthroned in IHis glory bids you trust in His lovo. THE LEAR.NED BLACKSMlITH ON THE HORRORS OF WAR, LooK at this picture, ye who are accustomed to associate with the idea of war, only gay pa geants, soul-stirring music, and laureled glory. Weu copy it from an old number of the Biblical Recorder : " Here then, Mr. Editor, are a few of the re miniscences of War, entirely shorn of poetry. They are bloody witnesses to tbe truth, and let them testify. In the periodical butcheries in the human family; the following hecntomba have been offered up to that god of battles which both Christians and pagans have worshipped with the same devotion: Loss of Life in the Jewish Wars 25,000,000 By Wars in the time of Sesostris, 15,000,000 By those of Semiramis, Cyrus and Alexander, 30,000,000 Grecian Wars, 15,000,000 Wars of the twelve Cresars, 30,000,000 Roman Wars before Julius Caesar, 60,000,000 Wars of the Roman Empire, Turks and Saracena, 180,000,000 Wars of the Reformation, 20,000,000 Wars of the Middle Ages, and nine crusades, 80,000,000 Tartar and African Wars, 180,000,000 American Indians destroyed by the Spaniards. 12,000,000 Wars of Napoleon, 6,000,000 683,000,000 The above is a mere extract from the bloody statistics of glorious War; one chapter in the annals of the violence, crime and misery that have followed in the foot-prints of the GREAT DESTRoYER. The losts of souls is entered where human eyes may not read the list. Dr. Dick es timates the number of those who have perished directly and indirectly by war, at fourteen thou sand millions, or about one-tenth of the human race. Edmund Burke placed the number at Thirty-five Thousand Millions. Taking the esti mate of Dr. Dick, and assuming the average quantity of blood in a common sized person, the veins of those fourteen thousand millions would fill a circular lake of more than seventeen miles in circumference-fen feet deep ; in which all the navies of the world may float ! Suppos ing these slaughtered millions to average, each, 4 feet in length, if placed in a row, they would reach nearly 442 times around the earth, and four times around the sun. Supposing they ave raged 130 pounds each, then they would form a globe of human flesh of nearly a half mile in diameter, weighing 1,920,000,000,000 lbs-14 times more than alt the human being now living on the globe !" -RUMORED DEFALCATIoN.-The New Yo,k pa $crs give publicity to the following, as a des patch from Washington, dated Saturday. The Washington papers aae no mention of any suCh rumor. "It is rmored here to-day that Governor Price, of New Jersey, who was for merly a purser in the Navy, is ascertained to be q defaulter to the Qovernent~ to the amount THE PROFLIGATE'S DREAM, WHAT are dreams? To this question, so often so earnestly asked, there never yet has, most probably never will be, a satisfactory an swer given. It is one which seems most parti cularly to rouse the inquisitiveness of human nature, and has, accordingly, drawn forth from a thousand minds a thousand speculations and hypotheses. Some clever and ingenious-many more inanely silly than ever was dream of a half-wakened idiot. To these I have no intention of adding one, good or bad. I am content to observe, that while Judgment sleeps, Imagination wakes; and relieved from the surveillance of her staid sister, she revels amidst the inexhaustible stores of ideas which she finds in the mind; and seizing these in heterogeneous handfuls, she trusts them into her kaleidoscope and then forces the help. less and unresisting soul to gaze at the some times gorgeous and bewitching, sometimes hi deous and appaling, scenery she has thus crea-el. Who can wonder if, amidst the interminable combinatious thus produced,a little truth should sometimes mingle? or if, the endless wheelings of the phantasmagoria, they should occasionally assume the attitude of the future, as well as of the past? Nay, which of us, whose mental vi sion is bounded to each successive point of our own existence, shall venture to assert, that these combinations are not at times permitted, if not ordained, by " Him in whom we live, and move, and have our being ?" Whether my readers shall think these ideas :onfirmed or otherwise by the following dream, I do not know-nor, in very truth, do I much care, since it is not for the purpose of supporting any preconceived theory that I relate it here, but merely as a most uncommon instance of continuity of purpose and of imagery in a dream, and a graphic force of delineation, that might almost suit it for the subject of a drama; and let my readers rest assured that the dream was dreamt, and the descendants of the dreamer's re latives are among the most wealthy and respec ted families in Glasgow. About ninety years ago, there was in Glas gow a club of gentlemen of the first rank in that city, for the meetings of which card-playing was the ostensible cause and purpose; but the members of which were distinguished by such a fearless and boundless excess of profligacy, es pecially in the orgies of this Club, as to obtain for it the cognomen of" The Hell Club." They gloried in the name they had given or acquired for themselves, and. nothing that the most un restrained licentiousness could do to merit it was left untried. Whether the aggregate of vice be greater or less in the present age than the one gone by, I am not prepared to decide; but of this I am certain. thatamong the upper and middle ranks of society, it is forced to wear a more decorous diguise ; for assuredly, in this our day, habitual drunkenness and shameless licenses dare not prank themselves forth in the eyes of all be holders, as if they thought they derived a glori ous distinction from conduct too degrading for the brute creation. Still less would such men be now unhesitatingly received into the best so ciety-that of cultivated, refined, and virtuous women-as if they were indeed the " fine fel lowe," they chose to call themselves. Perhaps it may be that vices-those diseases of the soul-run a round like the diseases of the body; and some rage with virulence in one age or period, and die away only to give place to others that succeed to their devastating preva lence and energy. But I have wandered from the Club. Besides their nightly or weekly meetings, they held a grand annual Saturnalia, at which each member endeavored to " outdo all his former outdoings" in the united forms of drunkenness, blasphemy, and unbridled license. Of all who shone on these occasions, none shone half so brilliant as Archibald Boyle. But, alas! the light that daz zled in h-im was not " light from heaven," but from the dread abode which gave name and en ergy to the vile association destined to prove his ruin-ruin for time and eternity ! Archibald Boyle had been at one time a youth of the richest promise-possessed of the most dazzling talents and most fascinating manners. No acquirement was too high for his ability ; but, unfortunatel y, there was none too low for his ambition! Educated by a fond, foolishly indul gent mother, he too early met in society with members of the "Hell Club." His elegance, wit.,unbounded gaiete de coeur, and versatality of talent, united to the gifts of fortune, made him a most desirable victim to them; and a vic tim and a slave, glorying in his bondage, lhe very quickly became. Long erc he could count twentyfive as his years, he was one of the most accomplished blackguards it could number on its lists ; even his very talents-those glorious gifts of God-but served to endow him with the power of being more exquisitely wicked ! What to him were heaven, hell, or eternity ? Words, mere, words, that to him served no purpose, but to point his blasphemous wit, or nerve his exe erations! What glory to him, the immortal spirit ! was there, equal to that of hearing him self pronounced " the very life of the Club ?" Alas!l there was none ; for the moment the im mortal spirit so far forgets the Giver of its im mortality as to plunge headlong into the mid night ofvice,i its moral vision becomes so distor ted, that its deepest degradation is hailed as its utmost glory, even as the wretched lunatie de vors the most revolting filth, and calls it a delicacy! Yet, strange to say, while all within-all in the empire of that heart, " out of which are the issues of life"-was thus festering in corruption, he retained all his very remarkable beauty of face and person, all his external elegance and fascination of manner ; and more extraordinary still, continued an acknowledged favourite in the fairest and purest female society of the day. One night, or morning, on retiring to sleep, after returning from one of those annual meet ings of the Club, to which I have already allu ded, Boyle dreamt, mounted as usual upon his famous black horse, he was still riding towards his own house-then a country seat embowered by ancient trees, and situated upon a hill now bililt over by the most fashionable part of Glas-. gow-nd that he was suddenly accosted by some one, whose personal appearance the gloom of night prevented his more than indistinctly discerning, but who, seizing the reins, said, in a voice apparently accustomed to command, " You must go with me." " And who are you? ex elaimed Boyle, with a volley of blasphemous exerations, while he struggled to disengage his reins from the intruder's grasp ; " That you will see by-and-by," replied the same voice, in a cold sneering tone, that thrilled his very heart stream. Boyle plunged the spurs' rowels deep into the panting sides of his hitherto unfoiled and unfail ing steed. The noble animal eared, staggered, and then suddenly darted forward with a speed that nearly deprived his rider of breath and sen sation; but in vain, in vain! fleeter than the wind he flew-the mysterious, half-seen guide, was still bofore! Agonized, by he knew not what, of indescribable horror and awe, Doyle again furiously spurred the gallant horse. It fiercely reared and plunged-he lost his seat, .an mpecte a the moment to feel himself dashed to the earth. But not so; for he continu ed to fall-fall-fall-it appeared to himself with an ever accelerating velocity. At length, this appalling rapidity of motion abated, and to his amazement and horror, he perceived that his mysterious attendant was close by his side. " Where," he exclaimed, with the frantic energy of despair, " where are you taking me-where am I-where am I going?" " To hell," replied the same iron voice, and from the depths below, sullen interminable echoes repeated the sound so familiar to his lips, so stunning now to his scared and conscience-smitten ear. " To hell," onward, they hurried in darkness, rendered more horribly dark by the conscious presence of his spectral conductor. At length, a glimmering light appeared in the distance, and soon increased to a blaze; but, as they approach ed, instead of the hideously discordant groans and yells he expected to hear, his ears were as. sailed with every imaginable sound of music, mirth, and jollity. They soon reached an arch ed entrance, of such stupendous magnificence and beauty, that all the grandeur of this world seemed in comparison even as the frail and din gy labora of the poor earth-born mole. Within it, what a scene! No amusement, no employ ment or pursuit of man, is there to be found on earth, which was not going on there with a vehe mence which excited his unutterable wonder. There the young and lovely still swam in the giddy mazes of the midnight dance. There the bounding steed still bore his far more brutal and senseless rider through the excitements of the goaded race. There the intemperate still drawl. ed, over the midnight bowl, the wanton song or maudling blasphemy. There toiled the slaves f Mammon, and, grinding their bitter task of seeking THROUGH ETERNITY for useless gold confessed that their insatiate thirst of it on earth had indeed been but the apprenticeship of hell ! And there the gambler plied his endless game: while, as if in utter mockery of their unremitting toil, there sparkled and around such a flood of gem-like light, and all that we, poor children of the dust, call magnificence, as for a time quite dazzled and confounded his senses. He at length perceived that he was surroun ded by those whom he bad known on earth, and khew to have been long dead, and each one of them he saw pursuing the employment or object that had engrossed their lime here-time lent them to prepare for a far different scene ? Suddenly observing that his unearthly con ductor has disappeared, he felt so relieved by his absence, that he ventured to address his for mer friend, Mrs. D-, whom he saw sitting, as was her wont on earth, absorbed at eoo. - Ha, Mrs. D- , I am delighted to see you; d'ye know a fellow told me to-night he was bringing me to hell !-ha, ha! If this be hell, I can only say it is the must devilish pleasant place I ever was in-ha, ha! Come now, my good Mrs. D-, for auld langsyne, do just stop from your game for a moment, rest and -" " Chaperon mc through the pleasures of hell." the scoffer would have said; but with a shriek that seemed to cleave through his very soul, she exclaimed, " REST ! there is io rest in hell I" and from interminable vaults, voices as of many thunders prolonged and repeated the awful, the heart-withering sound, "' HERE IS NO REST IN HELL She hastily unclasped the vest of her gorge ous robe, and displayed to his scared and shud dering eye, a coil of fiery living snakes-" the worm that never dies"-the worm of envy, spite, and malignity towards our fellow-men-wreath ing, darting, stinging, in her bosom; the others followed her example, and in every bosom there was hell-devised punishment. In some he saw bare and throbbing hearts, on which distilled slow drops, as it were, of fiery molten metal, under which, consuming, yet ever unconsumed, they writhed, and palpitated in all the impotence of helpless, hopeless agony. And every scald ing drop was a tear of hopeless anguish, wrung by selfish, heartless villainy, from the eye of injured innocence on earth. In every bosom he saw that which we have o language to describe-no ideas horrid enough even to conceive; for in all he saw the full ,rown fruit of the fiend-strown seed of evil pas ions, voluntarily nourished in the human soul, luring its mortal pilgrimage hare ; and in all he saw them lashed and maddened by the serpent irmed hand . tDsar --or hell were .O-r hell If hope had ever entered there !" And they laughed, for they had laughed on arth at all there is of good and holy. And they sang-profane and blasphemous songs sang hey ! for they had often done so on earth, at the very hour God claims as his own-the still nd midinight hour ! And he who walked among hem in a mortal frame of flesh and blood, felt row inexpressibly more horrible such sounds :ould be than ever was the wildest shriek of igony ! "'These are the pleasures of hell," again as sailed his ear, in the same terrific and apparently nterminable roll of unearthly sound. He rush Id away ;sbut as he fled, he saw those whoim he knew to have been dead for thousands of years still employed as they had been on earth, toiling hrougwh their eternity of sin; their choice on arths became their doom in hell! H~e saw Maxwell, the former companion of ris own boyish profligacy, mounted on a steed leeter than any of earthly mould, still pursuing the headlong cbace. " Stop, Harry ! stop, speak to me ! 0 rest one moment I' Scarce had the words been breathed from his faltering lips, when again his terror stricken ear was stunned with the same wild yell of agony, re-echoed by ten thousand thousand voices: " THERE IS No RET IN HELL !" He tried to shut his eyes; he found he could rot. He threw himself down, but the pave Lent of hell, as with a living and instinctive movement, rejected him from its surface; and, rorced upon his feet, he found himselfcompelled to gaze with still increasing intensity of horror it the ever changing, yet over-steady torrent of Iternal torments. And this was hell !-the scoffer's jest-the by-word of the profligate ! All at once he perceived that his unearthly inductor was once more by his side. " Take re," shrieked Boyle, " take me from this place; by the living God, whose name I have so ofte~n utred, I adjure thee, take me from this [plae I" " Canst thou still name his na me?" said the mend, with a hideous sneer; " go then ; but-in year and a day, WE meet, to part no more. Boyle awoke ; and he felt as if the last words of the fiend were traced in letters of living fire upon his heart and brain. Unable, from actual bodily ailment, to leave his bed fer several days, the h'orrid vision had full time to take effect upon his mind ; and many were the pangs of tardy remorse and ill-defined terror that beset ue -vice-stained soul, as lie lay in darkness and selusion, to him so very unusual. He resolved, utterly and forever, to forsake The Club."~ Above all he determined that rot hing on earth should tempt him to join the ext annual Saturnalia. The companions of his licentiousness soon iloked around him; and finding that his deep ejection of mind did not disappear with his bodily ailments, and that it arose from some ause whioh disinclined him from seeking or en oying their accustomed orgies, they became larmed with the idea of losing " the life of the ,..ans they bonda themselves by ain ath (never to desist till they had discovered what was the matter with him, and cured him 'of playing the Methodist ; for their alarm as to 1o. sing "1 the life of the Club" had been wrought up to the highest pitch, by one of their num er declaring that, on unexpectedly entering Boyle's room, he detected him in the act -of hastily hi ding a book, which he actually believed was the Bible! Alas! alas! had poor Boyle possessed suffi cient true moral courage, and dignity of mind, not to have hidden the Bible, or whatever other book he chose to read, how different might have been the result! After a time, one of his compeers, more deep ly cunning that the rest, bethought himself of assuming an air of the deepest disgust with th world, the Club, and the mode of -life they had been pursuing. He affected to seek Boyle's company in a mood of congenial melancholy, and to sympathize in all his feelings. Thus he succeeded in betraying him into a much mispla. ced confidence as to his dream, and the effect'it had produced upon his mind.* The result may readily be guessed. His confidence was betray. ed-his feelings of repentance ridiculed; and it will easily be believed, that he who "hid the Bible" had not nerve to stand the ribald jests of his profligate companions on such a subject. I cannot trace the progress, and would not,'if I could. Suffice it to say, that virtuous resold. tions once broken-prayers once offered, volum tarily called back by sin from the throne of Heaven-all was lost! yet not lost without sich a fell struggle bttween the spirit of good and evil as wrung the colour from his young cheek, and made him, ere the year was done, a haggard and a grey-haired man! . From the annual meeting he shrunk with in instinctive and shuddering horror, and made-up his mind utterly to avoid it. Well aware of this resolve, his tempters determined he should have no choice. How potent, how active, is the spirit of evil! How feeble is unassisted, unvrayerful man! Boyle found himself, he could not tell how, seated at that table on that very day, where he had sworn to himself a thousand and a thou. sand times nothing on earth should make him sit! His ears tingled and his eyes swam, as he listened to the opening sentende of the pres!. dent's address: * Gentlemen, this is leap-year, therefore it is a year and a day since our last annual meeting!" Every nerve in Boyle's body twanged in ago. ny at the ominous, the well-remembered words. His first impulse was to rise and fly; but then -the sneers! the sneers! How many in this world, as well as poor. Boyle, have sold their souls to the dread of a sneer, and dared the wrath of an almighty :End eternal God, rather than encounter the sareastic curl of a fellow-creature's lip! He was more than ever plied with wine, ap plause, and every other species of excitement, but in vain. His mirth, his Wit, were like the lurid flashes fim'the bosom ofabro6ding thin der-cloud, that pass and leave it all darker than - before ; and his laugh sounded fiendis' even to the evil ears that heard it. The night was gloomy, with frequent and fit. fal gusts of chill and howling wind, as Boyle with fevered nerves and a reeling brain, mounted his horse to return home. The following morning the well-known black steed was found, with saddle and bridle on, quietly grazing on the road-side about half-way to Boyle's country-house, and a few yards from it lay the stiffened corpse of its master! FOREIGN POWERS PROTESTING AGAINST UNITED STATES TREATIES. The United States Government have recent'y entered into a commercial treaty with the Ec quadorian Government, by which it is said the former grants a protectorate over the Islands of Gallipagos. This treaty, which is proper enough. in itself, and which is within the sovereign pow ers of the two nations to ratify, has been protes ted against by the Minister of Peru, the Charge d'Affaires of Spain, the Charge d'Affaires. of France, and the English Consul at Quito, on the ground that the Government of Ecuador cannot and ought not to bind itself, without the assent of the four nations they represent. Here we have another unjustifiable and impertinent interference with the national rights and peroga. tives of the United States, and an addition to the combination against its interests. We can not make a commercial treaty, giving us such advantages as any other sovereignty chooses to confer, but we are to havesthe lea ding govern ments of Europe, with a South-American State, combining against it, and asserting a right to be consulted, though the matter, as between the two contracting nations, is clearly none of the business of such intermneddlers. But what will such a protest as this aval? Who cares for it f What will it accomplish, except to show the ar rogant pretensions of the parties making it? It will amount to nothing at all. Such pretensions as these no nation will submit to that has any respect for its dignity and honor, or any power to assert its own just rights. The people of~ this country care not whether other nations are. pleased with their progress or not. They wili make such treaties as will promote their own interests, always bearing in mind, however, the rights of others and the obligations of interna tional comity. Acting justly, fiiirly and honora bly towards others, they will submit to no Im pertinent intermeddling with themselves, or their progress. The nations that attempt it should be warned in time, and see the abannlity of attempting to impose upon this contineut the nonsonsicah theory of a balance of power,.which has so often deluged Europe with b lood& DESTRUCTIVE FIz..-We are indebted to the. Savannah News for an extra containing the- par.. of a destructive conflagration in Sanderaville,. Georgia. The largest and most valuable portion of. the town was consumed by fire- on Saturday, at an. estimated total loss of 8121,000, only 835,000 of which is covered by insurance. The fire broke out in Mr. Renfor's carriage establishment,. near the centre of the town, and in about two hours swept nearly all the building on and in the vicinity of the public square, including the court house, the hotel and county jail, anad the - - Masonic and Odd Fellows' hall, which latter con tained the records of the Masons, Odd Fellows and Knights of Jericho Lodges, all of which were consumed. A portion of the county re cords were burned. No mention is made of the post office, which was kept in the court house building, and it is therefore hoped that its con tents of letters, &e., may have escaped. GEORGIA MARBLE.-Two specimens of mar ble-one of beautiful white color, almost trans lucent, of a very fine grain, itid susceptible of very high polish ; the other variegated, and ex ceedingly beautiful-have been discovered in Cassville, Georgia. A BJIG Snir.--It is said that Commodore Van. derbilt, of New York, is about to lay the keel of a monster ship, which he says will eelipe anything afloat-costing some 6800,000. General A. C. Garlington,.of .Month'Carolna has been elected Commenemel Oratoi', tode liver the Address before the .W'atft Socie ties' of the University; oi' Qeorgiav IsA gost, 1855.-Soutliern Banne~ - . -