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From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier. Fourth of July, 1776. ? Legend of th i Re volution BY GEORGE UPFAKO. Let me paint you a picture on the can vass of ihe Past. It is a cloudless summer day. Yes n clear blue sky arches and smiles above a quaini edifice, rising among giant trees, in the centre of a wide city. That edifice i* built of red brick, with heavy window frames and a uiassey hall dour. The wide spreading dome of St. Peter's, the snowy pillars of the Parthenon, the gloomy glory of Westminister Abbey?none of these, nor any thing like are here, to elevate this edifice of plain red brick, into a gorgeous monument of architecture. Plain red brick, the walls; the windows partly framed in stone; the roof-eves heavy with intricate carvings; the hall door orna mented with pillars of dark stone; such is the State House of Philadelphia in this year of our Lord, 1776 Around this edifice stately trees arise.? Yonder toward the dark walls of Walnut-st gaol, spreads a pleasent lawn, enclosed by a plain board fence. Above our heads, these trees lock their massy limbs and spread their leafy canopy. There are walks here too, not fashioned as squares and circles, but spreading in care less negligence along the lawn. Benches too, rude benches, on which repose the forms of old men with grey hairs, and wo men with babes in their arms. This is a beautiful, day and this is a pleasant lawn; but why do those clusters of citizens with anxious faces gather around the State House walls? There is the Merchant in his velvet garb and ruffled shirt; there the me chanic, with apron on his breast and tools in his hands ; there the bearded Sailor and the dark-robed Minister,?all grouped to gether. Why this anxiety on every face? This gathering in little groups all over the lawn? Yet hold a moment! In yonder wooden steeple, which crowns the red-brick State House, stands an old man wijth white hair and sunburnt free. He is clad in humble at tire, yet bis eye gleams, as it is fixed upon the ponderous outline of the bell, suspended in the steeple there. The old imn tries to read the inscription on that bell, but cannot. Out upon the waves, far away in the forrest: ?thus has his life been passed. He is no scholar; he scarcely can spell one of those strange words carved on the surface of that bell. By his side, gazing in his face?that sun burnt face?in wonder, stands a flaxen haired boy with laughing eyes of summer blue. * Come here, my boy ; yon are a rich man's child. You can read. Spell me those words, and I'll bless, ye my good child!' And tbechild raised itself on tip-toe and pressed its tiny hands against the bell, and rsuil ir? w? words: 4 Proclaim Liberty to all the land, and all the Inhabitants thereofS The old man ponders for a moment on those strange words; then gathering the boy in his arms, he speaks: 'Look here, my child! Wilt do the old man a kindness? Then haste you down stairs, and wait in the hall, by the big door until a man shall give you a message for me. A man with a velvet dress and a kind face, will come out from the big door, and give you a word for me. When he gives you that word, then run out yonder, in the street, and shout it out to me. Do you mind!' It needed no second command. The boy with blue eyes and flaxen hair sprang from the old Bell-keeper's arms, and threaded his way down the dark stairs. The old Bell-keeper was alone. Many minutes passed. Leaning over the railing of the steeple, his face toward Chestnut street, he looked anxiously for that fair haired boy Moments passed, yet still he came not. The crowds gathered more darkly along the pavement and over the lawn,yet still the boy came not. 4 Ah!' groaned the old man, 'he has for gotten me! These old limbs will have to totter down the State House stairs and climb up again?and all on account of thai child' As the word was on his lips, a merry, ringing laugh broke on his ear. There among the crowds on the pavement, stood the blu-eyed boy, clapping his tiny hands while the breeze blowed his flaxen hair all about his face. And then swelling his little chest, he rai sed himself on tip-toe, and shouted a single word? * Ring." Do you see that old man's eye fire? Do you see that arm so suddenly bared to the shoulder do you see that withered hand, grasping the Iron Tongue of the bell? The old man is young again; his veins are fillled with new life. Backward and forward, with sturdy strokes, he swings the tongue. The bell speaks out! The crowd in the street hear it, and burst forth in one long shout! Old Dela ware hears it, and gives it back in the hurrah ofher thousand sailors. The city hears it, and starts up from desk and work bench, as though an earthquake had spo ken. Yet, still while the sweat pours from his brow, that old Bell-keeper hurls the iron tongue, and still?boom?boom?boom? the Bell speaks to the city and world. There is a terrible poetry in the sound ol that State House bell at dead of night when strikeiug its sullen and solemn?One! It louses crime Iro n its task, mirth from its win* flip, inurd t from its knife, bribery from in gold. There is a terrible poetry hi that Round. It speaks to us like a voice from our youth?like a knell from God's judgment like a solemn yet kind remem brancer of friends now dead and gone. I here is a terrible poetry in that sound ?it dead ol night, but there was a day when the echo ol that Bell awoke a world, slum bering in tyranny and crime! Yes as the old man swung the Iron ri ^Ue l',e ^e" 8P?k* to all the world.? I bat sound crossed the Atlantic?pierced die dungeons of Europe?the workshops ol Lnglaiul?the vassal-fields of France, 1 hat Lcho .?poke to the slave?bade him look from his toil?and know himself a man. That Kclio startled the Kings upon their crumbling thrones. That Echo was the knell of King-craft, Priest-cralt, and all other crafts born of the darkness of ages, and baptised in seas of blood. \ es, the voice of that little bov who lift ing himself on tip-toe, with his flaxen hair "lowing in the breeze, shouted?iJHng.n bad a deep and awful meaning in its infant tones! \Y hy did that word 4Ring."?why did h.cho of the Stale House Bell speak such deep and awful meaning to the world ? What had that word <-Ring!y?\he Echo of that Bell tq do with the downfall of the Dis honest Piiest orTrai'or King Under that very Bell, pealing out at noon day, iu an old bail, fifty-six traders, far mers and mechanics, had assembled to shake the shackles of the world. Now let us look in upon this baud of plain men, met in solemn council. It is now half an hour previous to the moment when the Bell-Ringer responded to the shout of the fair-haired boy. 1 his is an old hall. It is not so large as j many a monarch's ante-room; you might put a hundred like it within the walls of St. Peter's, and yet it is a fine old hall. The walls are concealed in dark oaken wains cotting, and there along the unclosed win dows, the purple tapestry comes drooping down. The ornaments of this hall? | Over the bead of that noble-browed man - John Hancock, who sits calm and severe in yonder chair?there is a banner, the Ban ner of the Stars. Perched on that Banner sits the Eagle with unfolded wings. (Is it not a precocious bird? Bom only last year on Bunker Hill, now it spreads its wings, full-grown, over a whole Continent!) t.ook over the faces of these fifty-six men and see every eye turned to that door.? There is silence iu this hall?every voice is hushed?every face is stamped with a deep and awful responsibility. Why turns every glance' to that door, why is every face so solemn, why is it so terribly still? The Committee of Three, who have been out all night, planning a parchment are about to appear. That Parchment, with the signatures of these men, written with the Penlvumnn jonaer table, will either make the world free, or stretch these necks upon the gibbet yonder in Potter's-field, or nail these heads to the dooi-posts of this hall! i hat was the time for solemn faces and deep silence. At last, hark! The door opens?the Com mittee appear. Who are these three men who come walking on toward John Han cock's chair. That t;dl man, with the sharp features, the bold brow and sand-hued hair, holding the Parchment in his hand, is the Vir ginia farmer, Thomas Jeflerson. The stout built man with resolute, look and Hashing eyer 1 hat is a Boston man?one John Adam?. And ihe calm Jacttd man, with hair dropping in thick curls to his shoulders that man, dressed in a plain coat, and such odious home-made blue stocdinga? that is the Philadelphia Printer, one Benjamin Franklin. The three advances to the table The Parchment is laid there. Shall it be signed or not? i hen ensues a high and stormy debate ; then the faint hearted cringe in corners while Thomas Jelferson speaks out his few bold words, and John Adams pours out his whole soul. Then the soft-toned voice of Charles Car rol is heard, undulating iu syllables of deep music. But still there is no doubt?and that pale faced man, shrinking in one corner squeaks out something about axes, scaffolds, and a GIBBET. 'Gibbet!' echoes a fierce, bold voice, that startles men from their seats,?and look yonder! A tall slender man rises, dressed ?although it is summer time?iu a faded red cloak. Look how his white hand un dulates as it is streched slowly out, how ilint dark eye burns, while his words ring through the ball (We do not know his name, let us therefore call his appeal) THE SPEECH OF THE MAN IN THE itED CLOAK. 'Gibbet? They may stretch our necks with all the gibbets in the land?they may turn every rock into a scaffold? every home into a grave, and yet the words on that Parchment can never die!' ' I hey may pour our blood on a thousand scaffolds, and yet from every drop that dyes the axe, or diips on the sawdust of ihe block a new martyr to Freedom will spring into ?The British King may blot out the Stars of God from H.s sky, but he cannot blot t! TUe" on the Parchment there! The words of God may perish? His word never!' /The words will go forth to the world when our bones are dust. To the slave in the mines they will speak?Horn?to the mechanic in his worksop?Freedom?to the cowuid-kings thesn wm ds will speak, but not in words of flattery! No, no!? They will apeak like the fitming syllables on Belshazzar's w all?the daysovyour pkide AND GLORY ABE NUMBERED.' THE DAYS OE Judgment and Revolution draw near ! 'Yes: that Parchment will speak to the kings in a language sad and terrible as the trump of the Archangel. You have tramp led on mankind long enough- At last the voice of human wo has pierced the ear of Cod, and calls His Judgment down ! You have waded on to thrones over sea* of blood ?you have trampled 011 to power over her necks of millions?you have turned the pool man's sweat and blood into robes for your delicate forms, into crowns for your anoint ed brows. Now Kings?now Purpled hang men of the world?for you come the days of axes and gibbets and scaffolds?for you the wrath of man?for you the lightnings of God! 4 Look! How the light of your palaces on fire flashes up into the midnight sky! 4 Now Purpled Hangman of the world? turn and beg for mercy! 4 Where will you find it? 4Not from God, for you have blasphemed His laws! 'Not from the people, for you stand bap tised in their blood! 4 Here you turn, and lo! a gibbet! 4There?and a scaffold looks yov in the face. 'All around you?death?and nowhere pity! 4Now executioners of the human race, kneel down, yes, kneel down upon the sawdust of the scafl'old?lay your perfu med heads upon the block?bless the axe as it falls?the axe that you sharpened for the poor man's neck! 4Such is the n.ebsage of that Declaration to Man, to the Kings of the world' And shall we falter now? And shall we start back appalled when our feet press the very threshold of Freedom? Do 1 see quailing faces around, me, when our wives have been butchered?when the hearthstone of our and are red with the blood of little chil dren? 4\Vhat are these slit inking hearts and fal teiing voices here, when the very Dead of our battle-fields arise, and call upon us to sign that Parchment or be accursed for ever? 4Sign! if the next moment the gibbet's rope is round your neck! Sign! if the next moment this h?11 rings with the echo of the falling axe! Sign! by all your hopes in life or death as husbands?as fathers?as men?sign your names to the Parchment or be accursed forever! 'Sign?and not only for yourselves, but for all ages. For that Parchment will be the Text-book of Freedom?the Bible of the Rights of Man forever! 4 Sign?for that Declaration will go forth to American hearts forever, and speak to those hearts like to the voice of God!? And its word will not be done, until throughout this wide continent not a single ?""l* ?e e 1 - ?* ? RriLiali King! 4Nay, do not start and whisper with sur prise? It is a truth, your hearts witness it, God proclaims it?this Continent is the property of a free people, and their property alone. God, 1 say, proclaims it! Look at this strange history of a band of exiles and outcasts suddenly transformed into a people ? look at this wonderful Exodus of the op pressed of the Old World into the New, where they came, weak in arms but mighty in God-like f?ith?nay, look at this history of your Bunker Hill,?your Lexington? where a band of plain farmers mocked and trampled down the panophy of British arms and tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to the free? 'It is not given to our poor human intel lect to climb the skies, to pierce thecounsels of the Almighty One. But methinks 1 stand among the awful clouds which veil bright ness of Jehovah's throne. Melhinks I seethe Recording Angel?pale as an angel is pale, weeping as an angel can weep?come trem bling up to that Throne, and speak his proud message? 'Father? the Old world is baptized in blood ! Father, it is drenched with the blood of millions, butchered in war , in per secution, in slow and grinding oppression ? Father?look, with one glance of Thine Eternal eye, look over Europe, Asia, Africa, and behold evermore, that terrible sight, man trodden dow beneath the oppressor's feet?nations lost in blood?Murder and Superstition walking hand in hand over the graves of their victims, and not a single voice to whisper Hope lo Man ! 'He stands there, the Angel, his hands trembling with the black record of human guilt. But hdrk ! The voice of Jehovah speaks out from the awful cloud?'Let there be light again. Let there be a New World. Tell my people?the poor?the trodden down millions, to go out from the Old World.?Tell them to go out from wrong, oppression and blood?tell them to go out from this Old World?to build up my alter in the New ! 'As God live-, my friends, I believe that to be His voice ! Yes, were my soul trem bling 011 the wing for Eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking with the last struggle, 1 would still with the last impulse of that soul, with the last wave of that hand, with the last of that voice, implore you to remember this truth?God has y'wen America to (he free !? Yes, as I sank down into the gloomy shad ows of the grave, with the last gasp, I would beg you to sign that Parchment in the name of the one who made ihe Savior who redee med you?in the name of the millions whose very breath is now hushed, in intense expectation, as they look up to you for the awful words?You are Free !> , O, litany years have gone si ace that hour ?theSpvaker, hi*brethren,all, have crum bled into (Iust) but it woul require an angel's pen to picture the magic of that Speaker's look, the deep, terrible emphasis of his voice the prophet-like beckoning of his hand, the tnaguetic flame which, shooting from his eyes, soon fired every heart throughout the hall ! He fell exhausted in his seat, but the work was done. A wild murmur rung through the hall. Sign ! Hah ! There is no doubt now. Look ! How they rush forward?stout-hearted John Hancock has scarcely lime to sign his bold name, before the pen is giasped by another?another and another!?Look how the names blaze on the Parchment?Adams and Lee and Jef ferson and Carroll, and now, Roger Sheer inan the Shoemaker. And here conies good old Stephen Hop kins?yes, trembling with palsy he totters forward?quivering from head to foot with bis shaking hands he seizes the pen, he scratches his patriot-name. Then comes Benjamin Franklin the Prin ter, aud now the tall man in the red cloak advances, the man who mndetli fiery speech a moment ago?with the same hand that but now waved in such fiery scorn he writes his name?Patrick Henry And now the Parchment is sigued ; and now let the word go forth to the People in the streets?to the homes of America?to the camp of Mister Washington and the the Palace of George the Idiot King?let word go out to all the earth? Fifty-six Traders and Farmers and Me chanics have this day shook the shackles off the World ! ! Hark! hark to the toll of that Bell ! Is there not a depp poetry in that sound, a poetry more sublime than Shakspeare or Milton ? Is there not a music in the sound, that reminds you of those awful tones which broke from angel-lips, when the news of the child Jesus burst on the Shepherds of Bethlehem ? For that Bell now speaks out to the world, that? God has given the American Continent to the free?the toiling millions of the human race?as the last altar of the Rights of man on the Globe?the home of the oppressed, for evermore ! ODD FELLOWS' ODE. BY V. J. OTTER80N, Of JVeto York. All Hail! the glorious work of Lote ! Auspiciously begun! The Angels from their home above, W ill gaze with gladness down, And Cherub back to Seraph call, ' To leave his shining throne; And smiling from the crystal wall, Will bless our Corner Stone. That Stone whose mural strength shall bear A Temple l>roud and high. Where Love uhitll wave his banner fair, And Truth ami Kri*n?1?hm via To smooth the rugged path of Life, To fright Disease away, To guard from Want, and Wrong, and Strife, And Sorrow's pain allay. A'Temple where no narrow creed Protects a chosen few; It holds alike deserved and meed To Christian, Turk, or Jew. Would that its walls could be as wide Ai yonder ether blue, That Adam's race might all abide i In Love and Friendship true ! Then Hail! the noble work of Love ! Old Tyranuies shall fall? The Vulture nestle with the Dove, When o'er this earthly ball. The peaceful Temple of the Odd Shall stand like cedars tall, When Man shall live the laws of God, i And Love be all in all! AN ORIGINAL LETTER J OF GEN. WASHINGTON, HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED, Williamsbuko, Nov. 9, 1764. To the. Rtv. Mr, Green, in Fairfnx County: ' ReverenJ Sir?Little business is ytt done, as the Assembly have scarce finished complimenting. The division of Truro Parish from my mill, to one Mon roe's, on or near Difficult creek, is passed the House of Burgesses, hurried through by Mr. Johnson and his colleague without opposition, no petition or other matter appearing to contradict the assertions of its being the unanimous request of the inhabitants of the Parish. The upper Parish is called Fairfax, and established on the common footing. The lower Pa rish will retain its old glebe, as no attempts, I am persuaded, will be made to change it. Tobacco will bo levied to raise money foi paying the militia after the sterling sum is expended, and the accounts will be settled by the commissioners again. The House have resolved to take no other notice of the (British) merchants' complaints concerning their sterling debts, than in a short address U the Gover nor to show the impropriety of their complaints, and that every thing has been done that cuuld reasonably be expected under our present circumstances. How ever, a scheme is talked of by some members, of bor rowing a sum of m>ney, in order to sink the paper cuirency at once; while others, again, talk of Bank bills for that purpose, as hinted at in a late Gazette. Whether titherof these will come regularly proposed to the Assembly or not, I am not yet able to deter mine. In regard to the Earl of Halifax's latter respecting Ferries, Ac., (as mentioned in the Governor's speech which I enclose) it was determined that the laws now subsisting provided sufficiently for that I do imagine, from the disposition the House seems to be in at preaent, that a state of the Colony and its j Constitution, and a remonsUance in consequence, will be drawn up and laid before His Majesty, if il can ever get that length, to see if they cannot obviate (he intended lax which a British Parliament are threatening to impose on us. Tob.icco is in very low estimate at home now.? Miserable accounts have come in of late to gentlemen of all parts of the country, and ihe Merchants write us that there is great probability of the prices grow ing worse. If these discouragements don't make people adopt somi' more frugal plans, and I'all upon the cultivation of something besides tobacco, I know not what will. Onr gentlemen hi re begin to talk much of frugality, homo manufactories, and discour aging the importation of everything but absolute ne cessaries?to eat, drink, and wear nothing but coun 'ry produce, and the Burgesses to begin in every country by way of example. Whether these ex pressions are to be deemed words of course or words of meaning [ shall not yet say, although some seem sanguine. The petition of sundry inhabitants of Alexandria, praying to be relieved from building on their lots in an ascertained limited time, has been presented to the House, and agreed to. Mrs. Washington is atill in New Kent, but I shall go for her to-morrow, and on Monday she comes to town. Colonel Fairfax and lady have been here since the lirst of the session, and go out to day for Hampton. They talk of not being up (ill the middle of neit month. Please to ofler my compliments to Mra. Green and Miss Bolan. With great respect and esteem, I remain, reverend sir, Your most obedient aud obliged, GEORGE WASHINGTON. The following is from an officer of the army under General Taylor, says the New Orleans Bulletin, of the 31st ult. Cmnp near Monterey, May 9, 1847. I am glad to find that the public journal seem to appreciate the General's recent operations, and see in the conflict at Buena Vista, some thing more than biute force. You may depend on it, that every step be fore, and during the battle, was well consider ed, and that the high responsibility of giving it, was assumed, not from the spirit of reckless daring, but because the good of the service and the country absolutely demanded it. The Gen eral's anxiety was great, until he determined to meet the enemy, and from that moment, all was clear and cheerful. ITr* Fifty-five new books were printed in the United States daring the month of May, 1847. OH/* A complete set of mashed paper furniture, consisting of eighteen pieces, hue been ordered in Birmingham, England, for the Queen of Spain. It is to be of the Louis XVI atyle. CJ* The Phila. Spirit of the Times (Loco) says ihatit has no riaton to believe Gen. Taylor is qual? fied for the Presidency. You need not have told ?he world that, Mr. Times, for it has long been mown that you have no reason ! Ccj-The New Orleans Bulletin says the 5.00CL men of the new levies would be at Vera Cruz by the 1st instant. Ocj-Mr. Polk has received into his strong box ?' "*~Cia v^tu/. $ouu,uuu Irom his new tariff. It works against American trade, and in favor jf foreign trade! Cc?*Lieut. Julian May, who was wounded at Oerru Gordo, has entirely recovered from his wounds. The Fincastle~(Va.) Valley Whig, speak ng of the National Whig, says, that it is a beautiful sheet, edited with spirit and ability, md has its columns filled with choice reading jf all kinds, lhank you for the compliment VIr. Whig. Boy, send the Whig the Weekly National Whig, Hals with ventilators in them are all the go now in London. Bald pales will not hereafter ae so common. Thanks to the Baliimore Sun lor its valuable exchange. Tom Thumb is to be married. His bride d sixteen years old, weighs 19 pound-?, and is *0 inches high. The couple will weigh 50 pounds! There was a prize fight in New York day ir two ago?$10 a side! " GADSBY'S SALOON, Corner of Fcnn. Avenue and 3d street, un der Gadshy's Hotel. 'Rough and Ready," "Buena Vista," and ,JCerro Gordo" Juleps. THIS establishment is now open for the reception of visiters, under the supervision of Mr. J. A. Berry, who is prepared to serve up in the most re therthe style every description of beverages to tickle th ; appetite and please the tastes of the most faxtidi JUS. They who are disposed to give it a call will lie mre to come again, where they can have all the Fashionable beverages prepared to" order;" such as Kough and Ready, Buena Vista, and Cerro Gordo luleps, Palo Alto Sangaree, Oseat Punch, Alvara lo Cobblers, and California Smashes, &c. ice. may 20 lm CONFECTIONARY, ICE CREAM, SODA WATER, <fcc. <fco. MKS. M. A. CAMPBELL would respectfully inform the ladies and gentlemen of Washing on, and visiters to the metropolis, that she has ta tenthe house formerly occupied by Mr. Barnes, on Pennsylvania avenue, between 3d and 3d afreets, west of the Depot, where she will at all times he prepared to wait upon those who may give her their patronage. Ladies and gentlemen visiting the Capitol grounds will find this establishment a convenient and plea unit resort; while no expense or pains will be ?pared to m ike the Ice Cream and Soda Water se cond to none in the city. All the luxuries usually found in a confectionary :on*tantly kept. Call and see. may21 lm POTASH^ XPotash for sale. Just received by CHARLES STOTT, may 29 7th street and Pcnn. avenue. A CARD. LJS. BECK would UluUim method of notifying i his friend* ami public generally that he has re moved hilt house Furnishing Store from Pennsyl vania avenue to E street north opposite Rev. 0. B. Brown's, one square we*t of the General Post Office. Having a larger house and a lower rent J can and will sell any and all kinds of Houae-Furnisbing Goods cheaper than at any time heretofore. I will try to prove this to any oue in want of goods that will give me a call N. B. Room$for rent, furnished or unfurnished, april 21-3m LIME! LIME! LIME! /\ bushels fresh burnt Lime for sale by U. WARD 80N, at their Lumber Yard on 13th street. maySO acabd; MISS ANNA M. BECK would respectfully in* form the Lames of Washington that she is now prep i red with her Spring 8tock te execute alt orders in Millinery or Mantua Malting with neatnees and despatch. Residence E atreet, opposite Rev. O. B. Brown's. apiil 21-8m OCEAN STEAM NAVIGATION CO. U. S. Mail Line to Cowes and Southampton, and Bremen. The splendid new steamship WA8HING ?wmb*. TON, 1750 tons burthen. Frederic Hewitt, commander, will start from New York on the let of June next, carrying the U. 8. Mail. She will touch at Cowes and Southampton to land passenger* and freight, and deliver the mails for England, France, and Belgium, and will them pro* ceed to Bremerhaven. Returning, will leave Bre merhaven the 25th of June. The Washington is built in the strongest manner, with a view to being converted into a ship of war, and subject at any time to inspection by officers ap pointed by the President, both during and after con struction. She has two engines of 1000 horse power each, and accommodations for 140 first class, and 44 se cond class passengers. Passage from New York to Southampton or to Bremen, first clam. $120; second class, $60. Passage from Bremen and Southampton to New York, first class, $150; second class, $60. She will carry about 300 tons freight, which will be charged according to the nature of the goods of fering. All letters must pass through the Post Office. Parcels, for which bills of lading will be signed, will be charged $5 each. For Freight or Passage, apply at the Office of the Ocean 8team Navigation Company, 44 William st. corner of Wall street, New York. E. Mills, General Agent. Agents at Southampton, Dat, Croskky, &. Ross, do at Bremen, C. A. Hkinkkkv <fc Co. do at Havre, Wiixiah Isklin. The second Steamer of this line is in due course of construction, and will be in readiness in the ensu ing Ml. may 14?if There are in Georgia 50 association*, 1000 churches, and 60,t)00 members of the Baptist church The increase in the last year was 4,500. REGULAR MAIL LINE BETWEEN BOSTOJY AND N YORK, By the fast and splendid steamers Rhode Islandand Ongon. d/*Hour of leaving New York changed to 5 p. m. THE steamers Rhede Island, Capt. Potter, and Oregon, Capt Thayer, will run throughout the season, in connection with the Stanington and Pro vidence and Boston and Providence railroads, leav ing New York daily, Sundays excepted, from pier No. 1, North River, at 6 o'clock p. m., or upon the arrival of the mail train from Boston. These steamers are unsurpassed in speed, splen dor and comfort, having aacb of t???~ ?o k-.St= Will mooions private state rRomi and berihs for 500 per sons, besides large private rooms for families, and parlors. These steamers ore officered by tne most experi enced men, and will shorten the passage between New York and Boston from one and a half to two hours, thereby arriving in ample time for all ti.e lines from Boston, north and esst. The Orseon will leave New York Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Leave Stonington Monday, Wednesday and Fri day. The Rhode Island will leave New York Monday, Wednetday and Friday. Leave Stonington Tuesday, Thursday and Satur day. N.B.?Passengers on the arrival of the steamers at Stonington proceed immediately in the splendid railroad cars to Providence and Boston without any di-lay; anil a baggage master accompanies each train through to Boston, to lake charge of the bog gage. For passage, berths, state rooms, or freight, appli cation may be made to the agents on the wharf, and at the offiee No. 10 Battery place, New Fork, may 22 tf J. STOUVENEL & CO., No. 29 Gold street and No. 3 John street, near Broadicay, IV c w York, ANUFACTURERS. WHOLESALE and RETAIL DEALERS in CHINA, GLASS, AND LAMPS for oil and lard. Gas Fixtures of every description, Solar and Gas Lamps, Chandeliers, Brackets, Girandoles Candelabras, &c. Private houses, churches, and hotels, fitted tin with Gas, at a great reduction in price, and all articles warranted. A complete assortment of the richest cut, press ed, and plain Glass constantly on hand. ? t^a.^)OVe ancles made to order, and all kinds of Glassware matched to any pattern. Lamps altered and repaired. Goods loaned to parties. Oil at wholesale and retail. New style of Hall Lamps and Lanterns. may 13?tf PEOPLE'S LINE OF STEAM BOATS FOR ALBANY, From the foot of Courtlandt street, New York. At 5 o'clock, p. m.?Landing at intermediate places. The steamboat Rochester, Capt. A Hitchcock, will leave on Monday! Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday af ternoons, at 5 o clock. The steamboat Columbia, Capt. W. W Tuo per, will leave on Tuesday, Thursday, and Satur day afternoons', at 5 o'clock. All persons are forbid trusting any of the boats of this Line witheut a written order from the captains or agent:*. F or passage or freight apply on board the boats, or to P. C. Shultz, at the office on the wharf, may 19 tf SCHOOL BOOKS OF ALL KINDS FOR sale at the FOUNTAIN BOOKSTORE, near the Railroad Depot. may 18?tf CHEAP BOOKS. " A VARIETY OF SECOND-HAND BOOKS for sale on very low terms, at the Fountain Booh*tore, near the Railroad Depot. may 18 tf M'