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THE
W, J. SLATTER, PROPRIETOR.
THE HOME JOURNAL
IS PU11MHHHD EVERY THURSDAY.
Winchester and Alabama Railroad.
.-At a called meeting of tho Board,
JVIcEwen and Alderman Fogg were
appointed proxies for the corporation
of Nashville, to attend a meeting of
the stockholders of the Winchester and
Alabama Railroad, to be held on the
Cth inst., at Fayetteville.
What kind of sweetness were most
prevalent in Noah's ark? Preserved
pairs.
i ' i .
Mr. W. P. Bovvers, President of the
.Memphis Typographical Union, died
a lew days ago at Little Rock, Ark.
The Shelbyville'ifycwfor of tho 1st
notices the departure of Henry Coo
per, Esq., from that place, to take up
his residence in Memphis. Shelby
villc looses a good citizen, and Mem
phis gains one.
.
The Washington Union of a late
date, denies by authority, that Presi
dent Buchanan is about to ask Con
gress for authority to issue thirty mil
lions of Treasury notes, to meet the
emergencies of Government during
the recess of that body.
TheKnoxvillc Whig learns shat the
issues of the Dandridgc Bank are now
received by the Union Bank in that
place, iron depositers and debtors.
TEXT FOR YOTJHQ MEN.
A better subject for young mon to
discourse about, and to meditate upon,
was never written than the following,
by Swift: "No man ever made an ill
figure who understood his own tal
ents, nor a good one who mistook
them." Young men do not fail in the
pursuits of Jife because they lack abil
ity to succeed, half as often as from a
misdirection of talents. A right use
of a moderate capacity will accom
plish more than a wrong application
of the most brilliant qualifications.
Study, therefore, yourselves. Aim to
find out tho actual talents you possess,
and then endeavor to make the best
possible use of them, ; and you can
hardly come short of making a good
figure in the world, and what is more,
being one among those who live not in
vain.
AC11 ALLENCE. When Judge Thach
er, many years ago, was a member of
Congress from Massachusetts, he was
challenged to a duel by Mr. Blount,
member from North Carolina, for
words spoken in debate. The Judge,
on reading the message from Blount,
after adjusting his wig and revolution
ary hat, said to the bearer :
"Give my respectful compliments
to your master, and tell him he cannot
have a definite answer to his note to
day. Let him be patient a short time,
till I can write to Portland and receive
an answer. I always consult my
wife on matters of importance, well
knowing that she is a better judge of
family affairs than myself. If she
takes the choice of becoming a wid
ow or having her husband hanged for
murder, I certainly will light Mr.
Blount. Tell him not to be in a hur
ry; it will not take more than three
weeks to receive her election."
The Boy Preacher. The St. Louis
Democrat says of young Mr. Fuller,
who is called the 'Boy Preache,' whose
age is but seventeen years, that he has
for the last five weeks delivered in
Marion county fifty-four sermons, and
had been instrumental in the conver
sion of one hundred and forty-four
persons. ' He has been licensed to
preach only about two months, during
which lime he has delivered upward
of fifty discourses, and two hundred
and forty persons have beeen conver
ted through his instrumentality. It is
said that he never studies his sermons
or makes any notes, and frequently
doea not select his text until he rises
up in the pulpit to preach; and "yet, it
it is said, no two of his sermons are
alike, either in point or argument or
composition. . He speaks most elo
quently, and uses the most chaste and
beautiful language. Calls to preach
at various points are daily pouring in
upon him,
NCHESTER
Written for tlie Winchester Homo Journal
TO HER I LOVE.
'Tin swoet to inhale tho breath of Spring,
When fragrance rich the flowers bring;
'Tis sweet to list tho merry ring
Of the "songsters" as they sing
In harmony
Their cheerful glee
Gut sweeter far than this to mo,
To know that I am lov'd by thee.
'Tis sweet to know you have a friend
That oft a helping hand will lond,
And ever until life s end
Will to all your wants attend
When misery
Falls heavily
But sweoter far than this to mo,
To know that I am lov'J by thee.
Though by the world I wore forgot
And former friends may love me not,
Happy then would bo my lot
With but this one cheering thought
My heart to tree
From agony:
For sweeter far than all to ma
To know that I am lov'd by ihco.
CONSTANT.
Winciieste'r, May 4,
DvsrErsiA Cured bv Music. A cor
respondent of the Musical World says:
"About seven years ago, I suffered as
severely as anyone could do from in
digestion. I was monthly under our
own family doctor, and one of the most
eminent surgeons in the town in which
I live; several months again under
two other medical men, besides trying
almost all kinds of things that friends
recommended. I scarcely dared to
eat anything; and the most simple
drinks would rack me with pain. One
evening a friend called and asked mo
to go with her to a musical meeting.
I told her I could not, as I wi3 in too
much pain to enjoy ever .such good
singing. However, after much per
suasion, I went, and when there, was
induced to become a subscriber. Ev
ery member of the society was pup
posed to be a good reader of music;
and as I knew nothing of it, except the
names of the notes, I commenced tak
ing lessons in sinking. After that, my
indigest ion gradually left inc. and in
a short time I was quite well of it,
and have been ever since. 1 cannot
tell how it was it did me so much
good, but I know it made me very
hungry what I had never been for
two years before; nor did. I ever in my
life enjoy my food so much before I
sang, as I have since."
Sound Legal Advice. An old and
respected member of New York tells
the following incident in his personal
experience :
Soon after I was admitted to the bar,
I accidentally happened in the court
room during the trial of some crim
uals. After being there a short time,
a man was arrainged, charged with
the commission of tho crime of horse
stealing. He pleaded not guilty; and
the court, finding that he had no coun
sel, and that he was too poor to fee
one, directed me to defend him. A
jury was about to be ernpannelled,
when I stated to the court that I knew
nothing of the case, and desired an in
terview with my client. This was not
only granted me, but the court permit
ted me to withdraw from the room
with my client, and directed me to give
him the best legal advice I could.
We retired, and after the lapse of
some minutes, I returned to the court
room and took my seat In the bar.
The court asked me if I was ready.
I replied that I was. But where is
your client said? the judge. I replied:
Your Honor advised me to give him
the best advice 1 could, and on ascer
taining from him that he was guilty,
and that the proof was conclusive, I
advised him to run and give the court
a wide berth; and if he has faithfully
followed my advice, he is now out of
your jurisdiction. The scene that fol
lowed must have been a laughable
one, and such cur venerable friend as
serts that it was. The Bench was al
most paralysed with fear, and scarce
ly knew how to proceed, or what to
do, while on the countenance of every
member of the Bar, and every specta
tor present, there was a smile of glee.
Such things rarely occur now-a-days,
but the above is a literally true story.
"I believe," said a tall representa
tive, "that I am one of the t'lllcst mem
bers of the house."
"Yes," added a fellotv representa
tive, "and the slimmest too!"
WINCHESTER,
FIRST LOVE.
"Am I your only and first love?" ask
ed a bright eyed girl ns she reclined
her classically moulded brow upon the
shoulder of her lover.
"No, Leila, you are not my only, nor
my first, I have loved another. Long
years before I saw you I loved anoth
er and I love that other still."
"Love that other still, and better
than mo! Paul, why do you tell me
that?" asked she, raising her dark blue
eyes and gazing steadily into those of
her lover, half in astonishment, half
in sorrow, while her jewelled fingers
tightened convulsively upon his arm.
"You asked me, Leila, and I answer
ed with truth and sincerity; you would
not have me deceive you, would you?"
"You love her still, then?"
"I love, her still'
"And better than you do mc?"
"No better but as well."
"And will love her still?"
"Until death, and even beyond death
over her last resting place will I strew
spring's earliest flowers, and bedew
the sacred spot with the purest tears
that love ever shed."
"Handsomer than I, is she not?"
"Her eyes are black as night, and
her hair in glossy blackness outvies
the wing of the raven. She hasn't
your eyes or your soft brown hair, yet,
Oh! Leila, her eves have been the
sweetest eyes to mc, that have ever
looked tho look of eternal love."
"Paul why do you wi.sh to break my
heart? Why have you taught me to
love you so wildly and blindly, and
then in the midst of my happiness tell
me there is an impassable barrier be
tween us? This night, Paul we must
part forever! I would not have be
lieved this, had another told me'" and
her eyes grew dim with tears.
Be not too rash, Leila hear me to
the end, you love me too dearly to part
with me thus! Think you could not
share my heart with the one that I so
dearly love?"
Never, Paul, never!
"You shall, Leila, and must! Lis
ten for a moment, while I tell you of
my first love, and I am sure you will
bo willing to share with her then."
I will listen, Paul, but will not share
your loveI must have all or none; I
am selfish in that respect, and who
that loves as I do is not? Forget mc
Paul, or forget her forever?"
"Forget her, Leila! Never! I would
not loose one jot of her pure a flection
for the fairest face that ever bloomed;
no not for the love of a second Hel
en?" "Then, Paul, you arc lost to me for
ever; we must part. Farewell to our
every dream of a bright future. I
love you too well, and am too proud to
share your love with aught created.
O, Paul you have wronged me deeply;"
and her exquisitely chiselled lips curl
ed with indignant sorrow.
Stop, Leila, or you will deeply
wrong mc, also. I met this loved one,
as I said before, long years ago, in
one of the sweetest and sunniest vales
of our broad Illinois; wandered with
her hand in hand, for years, beside the
sparkling "waters of my childhood's
home. First by her smile of exquis
ite sweetness, she taught my heart that
she loved me with unutterable fond
ness; and never have I doubted; my
trust in her has ever been steadfast
and tearless; never has her eye looked
coldly upon me, and never will it, till
tho death angel shall dim them for
the long Bleep. Oft in the still hours
tf night have I been awakened, as if
by the sleep-god's wing, and beheld
that face, those eyes gazing upon me
with all the beautiful tenderness of a
guardian angel over a repenting prod
igal; and a kiss would fall upon my
brow more soothing than the dews of
Ilcrmon. The same gentle hand has
led me along life's flowery way, and
beside its unrufiled waters; and if ev
er my arm was raised to do a deed of
wrong, or my heart steeled to conceive
it, that gentle administory came whis
pering in my ear, and stayed tho one
midway and drew me from the other.
And I do well remember in tny man
hood's riper years, when deep sorrow
fell upon my soul and I would f'uin
have drank oblivion from tho wine
cup's fiery brim, that same dark-eyed
HOME
TENN., MAY G, 1858.
woman came, and bid me in the name
of God to shun tho fatal snare, and.
twining her arms around my neck,
while her eyes beamed with love's
deep inspiration, she poured oil upon
tho troubled waters; told me of purer
hopes and higher aims, and in my ear
whispered a golden word that has out
lived all sorrow.
"Leila, would you know the name
of my first lovel "'Tis my Mother."
"0! Paul, I'll forgive you, and will
share your love; indeed I will."
"I knew you would, Leila. Second
love is as dear as the first."
The spirit of Daniel Webster was
called up lately in a spiritual circle
in Northampton, Massachusetts. He
confessed he had made many mistakes
in his social and political life while on
earth, and in his dictionary.
He Never has Deceived Me Yet.
He never has decoi veil mo yet,
I've always found him uue;
When ho proves otherwiso, I'll hoed
The story told by you.
For pood intention, doubting not,
I thank you from my heart;
But till I find my lover false,
I'll never from him part.
Would sweet hearts give less heed to news
Which second hand they gain,
They would not have so oft to sigh,
Or think they love in vain.
Seeing's beleiving, and till 1
See him 1 lovo do A rong,
I give suspicion to the winds
. What think you of my song.
MORAL COURAGE.
Sidney Smith, in his work on moral
philosophy, speaks in this wise of
what men lose for wantofa little mor
al courage or independance of the
mind:
A great deal of talent is lost in the
world for the want of moral courage.
Everyday sends to the grave a number
of obscure men who have only remain
ed in obscurity because their timidity
has prevented them from making a
first effort and who, if they could
have been induced to begin, would, in
all probability, have gone great lengths
in the career of fame. The fact is,
that to do anything in this world worth
doing, we must not stand back shiver
ing, and thinking of the cold and dan
ger, but jump in and scramble through
as well as we can. It wili not do to
be perpetually calculating tasks and
adjusting nice chances; it did very
well before tho flood, when a man
could consult hi a friends upon an in
tended publication for one hundred
and fifty years, and then live to see its
success afterward, but at present a
man waits and doubts and hesitates,
and consults his brother and his un
cle, and particular friends, till, one
fine day, he finds that he is sixty years
old; and then he has lo.stso much time
in consulting his first cousin and par
ticular friends, that he has no more
time to follow their advice.
OH! SINO AGAIN.
BY Fl NLEY JOHNSON.
Oh! sing again that melting strain,
That love delights to hear;
For still my heart those sounds retain,
Which are to me so dear,
And as I listen to its tunes,
To distant years I fly
When every hour was filled with joy,
Ere sorrow waked a sigh.
Ah! me! ah me, the happy past,
Can nevgr come again;
And though I often wish it back,
That wish alas is vain,
My sun is set, my hopes destroyed,
And garlands pale and dead,
Are wreathed around the blighted hopes
That are forever dead.
Ages op oue Distinguished States
men at their Death. The following
table will be intersting at this time,
as showing the age of many of our
distinguished statesmen at the time of
their death :
Born. Died. Age.
General Washington 1732 1799 67
Ccujamiii Franklin 1700 1790 84
John Adams 1735 1830 01
Thomas Jefferson 1743 1820 83
John Q. Adams 1707 U8c 1
Andrew Jackson
1707 1945
Henry Clay 1773 1852 75
John C. Calhoun 1782 1850 C8
Daniel Webster 1782 1852 70
Thomas II. Denton 1782 1858 70
A fellow once pretending to have
sren a ghost, was asked what the
apparation said to him. "How should
1 know?" he replied, "I am not skilled
in the deaU languages."
JOURNAL.
Bank of East Tennessee.
The suit of Johnson, of Nashville,
against this Bank, was not sustained
in Chancery Court recently in session
in this city, but no principle of law
was determined by the decision of the
chancellor, except that the suit was
not brounht against the proper parties.
It was an action to recover four or five
thousand dollars from the Directors,
as that amount of the issues of the
Bank, had been protested by the Bank,
since its failure, when presented for
payment.
We have a suit pending in the
same court, for a much larger amount
but our action is brought against the
Trustees of the Bank, who hold the
funds of the Bank, such as real estate,
and are disposing of it so as to afford
holders of large sums to realize some,
thing, while tho poor, holding small
sums are to loose all. Thoco wishing
us to file their bills with ours, accord
ing to the terms we have heretofore
published, will send them on, wifhin
the next three months. We promise
them to sift the matter to the bottom,
and have the mask torn off of this
whole concern.
In all the history of Ban king in Ten
nessee, there never was a Bank that
went to the wall before, whose offi
cers and managers utterly refused te
make any showing of its condition.
The press of this city has exercised
great forbearancy towards these Trus
tees, beleiving that in due time they
would make a showing that would be
satisfactory to the public, and honora
ble to themselves. But sixteen mouths
have passed by, and no showing is
made, and it is evident none is inten
ded. Such contempt for the public
interest, and utter defiance to public
opinion, we have never met with be
fore ! But, we promise the public that
a showing shall now be made, and
that the world shall have the good
and bad, the foul and the fair, by the
time we are through with the concern!
Knoxvillc Whig.
A son of the Emerald Ise, on being
told that a friend of his had put his
money into the stocks, replied, "Och,
an its there ye are; troth an' I never
had a farthin' in the stocks; but be the
holy pokes, I've had me brogues there
oltcner than I liked, sure."'
A PRETTY BIRD SONG.
There is a little bird that sings
"Sweetheart!"
I know not what his name may bo,
I only koow his notes please me,
As loud ho sings and thus sings be
"Sweetheart!"
I've hoard him sing on soft ypringdays
"Sweetheart!"
And when the sky was dark abore,
And wintry winds had stripped the grove,
He still poured forth the words oflove
"Sweetheart!"
And, like that bird, my heart too sings
"Sweetheart!"
When heaven is dark, bright and blue,
When trees are bare, or leaves are new,
It thus sings on and sings of you
"Sweetheart!"
What need of other words than these
"Sweetheart!"
If I should sing a whole year long,
My love would not be shown more strong
Than by this short and simple song
"Sweetheart!"
We knew a beautiful little blue
eyed girl, of some three years old, who
was nestled in her mother's arm, at
twilight, looking out at the stars.
"Mother," said she, "it is getting
dark?"
'And what makes it dark, Carolina?'
said her mother.
"Because God shuts his eyes," repli
ed the little poet.
Daniel Webster's father made a
cradle for little Dan out of a pine log,
wiia an axe and auger, and Louis
Cass was rocked by his staid mother,
in a second hand sugar trough. The
greatest architects for the manufac
ture of genius are Poverty and Kcpub
licanism. A Printer's Epitaph.
Here lies a form; placeno imposing stone
To mark the head, where weary it is lain,
Tis matter dead, its mission being done,
To be dislriluted to dust again.
The body is but the Type, at best, of man,
Whose impress is the spirit's deathless
page;
Worn out, the type is thrown iopi again,
The impression Iirei through en tiers al
age.
VOLUME II NUMBER i8.
Garters. A Correspondent of th
Boston Transcript Says;
We ask if it be possible that end
can destroy tho proportions of a well
shaped leg by gartering tho stocking
below the knee? Look at the statue
of a Venus, and in thought draw a
band or an elaxtic under the knee t
would not the result be a deformity?
But place the band above the knee
and the harmony of the lines is not
destroyed it becomes an ornament;
Tho women at Athens and Rome, who'
were famed for their taste and skill in
dress and knowledge of artistic beauty
wore thn garter above the knee. But
not to occupy ourselves with them, let
us see how long it has been thus worri4
with us. We have an authority iri!
this matter the Duke de St. Simon.'
If he does not prove the garter to be'
worn above the krfeo before the reign
of the great king, he establishes at
least this fact that the elegant and
fashionablo women of the time wore
it thus; for, in his memoirs, alluding
to a M'llc de Brenillc, whose inelegant
manner caused much ridcule and
gossip, he says, in his language, then
so popular, "she was one of those com'
mon, vulgar persons who garter beloW
tho knee."
Muggins says Job's turkey was fat,
compared with an old gobler he shot
last week on the devil's Fork. That
was so light it lodged in the air, and
he nd to get a pole to knock it down.
Eat Plenty of Fat Meat. In a late'
number of the Scalpel, in an article
on 'Diet,' Dr. Dixon, in assuming the
position that "the use of oil would de
crease the victims of consumption
nine-tenths, and that is the whole se
cret of the use of cold liver oil," quotes
the following summary observations
on this subject made by Dr. Hooker:'
1. Of all the persons between the
ages of fifteen find twenty-two yearsr
more than one-fifth eat no fat meat.
U. Of persons at the age of forty
five, all, eicepting less than one in
fifty, habitually use fat meat.
3. Of persons who, between the
agca of fifteen and twenty-two, avoid
fat meat, a few acquiro an appetite
for it, and Jive to a good old age, while
the greater portion die with phthisic
before thirty five.
4. Of persons dying with phthisic,
between the ages of twelve and forty
live, nine-tenths, at least, have never
used fat meat.
Most individuals who avoid fat
meat, also use little butter or oily
gravies, though many compensate for
this want, in part at least, by a free
use of those articles, and also mijk
eggs, and various saccharine substan
ces. But they constitute an imperfect
substitute for fat meat, without which,
sooner or later, the body is almost sure
to show the effect of deficient claro
fication. The full requirements of a printing
office :iere lately sent from Paris to
Egypt, for the use of the ladies in the
harem of a grand Pacha. The fair
Georgians and Circassians are to set
the types, do the press-work, and all.
We wouldn't mind being the "devil"
in that office.
A domestic newly engaged, pre
sented to his master, one morning, a
pair of boots, the leg of one of which
was much longer than the other.
"How comes it that these boots are
not of the same length?" 'I ralely
don't know, sir, but what bothers rho
the most, is, that the pair down' stairs
are in the same fix
A little girl was one night under'
the starry sky intently meditating,
lipen the glories of the heavens. At
last, looking up to the sky, bhe said,
"Father, I have been thinking if the
wrong side ot heaven is so beautiful,.
what will the right side be?"
"I meant to have told yon of thaf
hole, said an Irishman to his friend,
who was walking with him in his
garden and stumbled into a pit full of
water. "No matter," said Pat, "I've
found it."
An extraordinary religion awaken
ing is in progress at Atlanta. Ga.