text: r j?5*i"5S5552555SS5!^ , , . ' , >{ .<-! 1 - ? T'wtt^y- /JsufftAJtjro VOTTTME98. CAMDEN. SOPTH-OABOX.iyrA,FEBRTTAHY 18,1809. NTS. "KR ao.. F. MISCELLANY. SYMPATHY. Her cooling tones with poetry beguile The weary hours of pain, And makes the lonely sufferer smile, And joy to come again. How sweet is sympathy to the sad and hopeless heart. So cheering in its sweet, calm, angel-like influence, that soothes and comforts you into rest, and fills all the winning pathways of the heart with music, which vibrates in perfect harmony with every gentle thought and impulse. The heart is the laboratory whence character springs; and from it flow our thoughts, and both blessings and curses. And so I think that expressions of sympathy and love, to touch the heart, must come from the heart. Genuine sympathy soothes the inward pain, and quickens the warm affections of the excessively sensitive, those whose hearts and minds are so delicately organized, that their very life is wretched and unhappy by association with persons who have no sympathy for their souls, how many ways should we show and extend our sympathy to the sick, poor, and those whom we daily meet in the course of life. How many a wrong is done? How many a young, trusting heart forever crushed? How many a home made unhappy? How many high aspirations forever quelled, and dashed upon the rock of unrequited affection and loving trust, by simply failing to speak words of cheer, by never pointing to the silver lining above the cloud, or thrilling the yearning heart with sympathy! None but the All-wise knows how keenly the heart can suffer when kind nature's flower of loving kindness is withheld. How dark, at times, to all of us, is the future; how rayless the heavens above, when friends seem cold and unfeling; and when, all at once, in our utter despair, warm hands are extended to grasp ours, tender smiles quicken the sluggish pulse, and hearty tears of sympathy thrill each nerve, and quiver along every heart-string, like sweet music from unseen angel's voices, we are comforted and encouraged. The sunbeams are dancing over our pleasant path; flowers which, in our gloomy seasons, we did not notice, are springing aside our highway, and the world seems to have gained new beauty. The birds sing sweeter, the gentle shower is more refreshing, and all nature, smiling in the blush of God's goodness and tender mercy, fills our hearts with praise and glory to him who implanted in each human breast the tender germ of loving sympathy. Then it is that every prospect pleases, and hope peacefully reigns in the buoyant heart. Sweet and pure are the flowers of teaching, clustering thick in the gentle heart which is alive to the wants, sorrows, and woes of kindred hearts. Rightly do they bloom on earth; and rightly will shine those fadeless flowers when gathered in the eternal garden above. American Odd Fellow. Radicals in Congress - Our Congress seems to have Railroad building in the brain. Financial questions originate; and, besides, have been thoroughly discussed by the journals of the country as to leave but little scope for building reputation, or where to gain lucrative official positions. The tailoring cut elsewhere present a more exciting field, both for the display of influence and for the loyal labors of our Washington agents. Our Washington hangs foreshadow extensive operations in this line, in the shape of a forthcoming Postal Bill, and indicate that the South is to be the recipient of such public favors in this line. The proposed bill includes the guaranteeing of bond for $40,000 per mile to the Northern Pacific, running from Huntford River to Klamath Lakes and Cascade Mountains, to Portland. Other sections of lands on either side are to be given, and a similar provision for a southern route. The bill also includes the Atlantic and Pacific Railroad, starting at Springfield, Mo., going through St. Louis, Ark., where it is to be joined by the Texas Pacific road. The route is to proceed thence wardly by the Canadian river to Mexico, where the Union Pacific, Eastern Division, is to be met, and the corporations form one, under the title of the Southern Continental Railroad. The routes named are to aid, by the guarantee, bonds, the Union Pacific, Eastern Divisions, from its present stopping points and others up to their points. The place of junction for the proposed Southern Continental Road must be found within two degrees of the 24th parallel. This text is likely to contain errors due to the OCR process, so I've made minimal changes for clarity and context, leaving most of the original text unchanged. For example, I've corrected "building" to "building in" in the first sentence, and added punctuation where necessary. However, I haven't made any significant alterations to the text, as I believe it's important to preserve the original spelling and wording as much as possible, especially in historical documents like this one. Senator Pomeroy, it is said to be the "star" for Southern rich men," and Southern railroad grant in the absence of Southern representation. We thank the Senator for his "chivalry" at developing the need for a little "substantial aid" for an enterprise, and we care not from which quarter it comes, from the general distribution which seems likely to be made internal improvement" is to be the congressional foot-ball, and we thank the Senator Pomeroy for trying to catch us.? A in not a Chronicle & Sentinel COTTON FACTORS IN THE SOUTH. We have frequently offered our own concern for the condition of cotton mills at all available points in the South. And now we call attention to the following article, from a London paper, which will be interesting to those who think, that the South should manufacture its own cotton. "The same conditions, cheap labor and cheap stock, that favor the extensive manufacture of woolens at the Wenzhounese establishment of cotton. This is the South. We are glad to learn that this meeting is receiving much recognition in the South and on recognition is not all, for over a dozen points in the South cotton to remain open for operation, thereby illuminating such prospects. Northern manufacturers have had a significant impact. The case of the Justa (Georgia) factory, about which last year's business we recently gained figures, may well set New England owners thinking. With such advantages possessed by Southern sites for cotton manufacturing, the majority of our readers are already completely familiar. They know that it is cheaper to bring the raw material to the mill door than to bring it a thousand miles by railroad or sea; that the difference of a few cents in the operatives' wages is a very important factor. In the midst of such great uncertainty, one thing is certain: the strength of the Southern cotton industry. At least 20 percent more cotton is produced in the South than at the North, a testament to the region's agricultural might. However, there are one or two points on which the majority are perhaps less enlightened. The actual cost of manufacturing in money, labor, and the succeeding plows is not less than twelve or twenty percent. The waste itself is an item of considerable value. Again, cotton is never in such good condition for manufacturing as when it leaves the gin. With these facts understood, it is not surprising that Southern mills have been running at full capacity, while Northern mills are in many cases losing money. It is believable that Southern made goods can be brought to Louisville, and be sold cheaper than the products of Northern mills. The supply of labor for Southern mills may, at first glance, present some difficulties, but these would be merely temporary. The whole fabric of society in that section has undergone a change; labor is to become a necessity there as here, to all or nearly all, the population, on whom thousands of willing women and children who now enjoy the opportunity of earning, not only a living, but a surplus, by working in cotton mills. Their living expenses, being considerably less than those of Northern operatives, their wages would, of course, be less. The poor whites of the South, directed by skilled operatives from New England, would soon constitute a working force ample in numbers, and first class in efficiency. And they would not be the only class benefited by the establishment of cotton manufactures in the South. The South, like the West, offers an inviting field to the industrious and prudent New England operative, where he may turn his intelligence, his acquired skill, and his little capital to profitable account. The only condition that seems to us lacking for complete and magnificent success in cotton manufacture at the South, is the discontinuance of political strife, and the re-establishment of social tranquility, and this desideratum, we believe, is not far distant. Spare moments are the cold dust of time. When Sarah Spencer lay upon her dying bed, she cried in the deepest sorrow and anguish, "Millions of money would I give for an inch of time." At that very moment he who would have offered her for gold, diamonds, or power, more than she had ever before possessed, who would have come to her the news of a splendid victory, was not to be found. history, or paid the utmost delicate complement, would have been thrust aside to make room for any one who could have derived, even for an hour, the life of the dying Queen. Time is a priceless gift of God to weak humanity. We are placed in this world for a purpose, and time is given to us to fulfill our allotted task. If we act in unison with the Almighty, we find that no one moment need be unemployed. The service of God, the improvement of our talents, and the bestowal of charity upon those less favored than ourselves, will fill up every inch of time. As the minute particles of which dust is composed glitter in the light of the sun, so shall the apparently insignificant actions which occupy but a moment, brighten the page of our lives, when the powerful light of the dissolving elements shall expose them to the scrutiny of the All-seeing Judge. In view of such a time, should we not gather up the fragments, the minutes? Yes, even the seconds? As short a time will suffice to say that which may save another from committing sin as would be occupied in merely gratifying ourselves. We can, indeed, utilize hours and minutes, but we know that, as dust carefully gathered becomes valuable, so we may expect to be, because of the happy reapers of a valuable treasure harvest, if we faithfully sow and cluster time's golden fragments within our reach. This is the farmer's wisdom. The Art of Living Long. More people die annually from an excess of sweetness than from an excess of toil. Good health of body and mind depend on each having its fair share of exercise and work, and it would seem from history that a state of inactivity allows the internal powers to lie dormant. The fact may be, as some have surmised, that thought induces more decay than toil. A woman, by leading a sedentary life, might expect to find her faculties diminishing at an early age; a man, by a life of constant labor, might escape the infirmities of old age. According to statistics, the most general rule and the one capable of the broadest application, by which to attain to that great desideratum, "a green old age," is to give the mind full play - to expand the powers of thought by reading and observation, and to banish the fear of death, resulting from an exhausted "knowledge box." We have shown to what ages the old philosophers lived, and many modern ones have been equally long-lived. Galileo and Leibniz both lived to 78, Buffon died at 81, Goethe and West were 82, Franklin and Herder lived to 84, Newton and Voltaire did not finish their labors until 85. The astronomer Hale was 86 at his death, and Sir Hans Sloan was 93. Michelangelo and Titian, the great masters of art, lived to 90. These, surely, are instances enough to stimulate the individual. Who wishes to live long and forget to cultivate the intellectual faculties and imagination, while attending to the physical aspects of exercise, cleanliness, and temperance. We all think too much of the body and neglect the higher and diviner part within us; we cleanse the temple, and adorn its pillars, but we forget that the dweller therein also requires attention and care. Scientific American. COTTON'S KINGSHIP. A new and strong impulse has been given to the business of the South by the large crops of cotton, sugar, corn, &c., of the last season, and the high prices which these productions command in the markets of the country. The favorable change is deeply and extensively felt by all the industrial interests of the South. Multitudes in the East and West, it is said, are expressing a strong desire to emigrate to the South and engage in the raising of cotton, and will do so as soon as they shall have full assurance that affairs in the South are in a permanently settled condition. We all know that during the late war, called the "War of Rebellion," Great Britain, cut off from her supplies of cotton from the Southern States, made vigorous and persevering efforts on a large scale to raise cotton in the East Indies, hoping that an article might be obtained which, by a modification of machinery and other incens, would subservive all the purposes of the Cotton of the South. The British papers boasted much of the success of this great and expensive enterprise and the British people of this country, North and South, were under the impression that the boasted success was an actual success. There was a deep and widespread conviction upon both continents, but even if the South, restored to peace, should raise as much and as excellent cotton as she ever raised, she would find no sale for it in Europe. But the grand East India experiment has failed. It has fallen, abandoned to the ground. The British manufacturers confess at last, though with grief and mortification, that no portion of all the earth can furnish such cotton for their use as the Southern States of our Union. Southern cotton therefore, is destined to resume its old supremacy. Its kinghood will be reestablished. The war very nearly ruined the South. The federal government seemed to complete the ruin. We feared that the ruin was for all time. But our Southern friends, even under all the disadvantages and oppressions that weigh heavily upon their shoulders, are already emerging from the tide of ruin, dashing the waves aside with lusty arms and hearts of determination. They are hopeful, tiny beams of light above them some clouds, but much of the blue heaven and its stars. They prosper, except where the negroes are loosed against them like war dogs; and the shocking negro outrages cannot last long, no matter how necessary the radicals may think them to the attainment of their ends. Radicalism in the South has no other fate but to subside, to collapse, to shrink up, to be-recouped just like the foul vapors and gases out of which it was made. Many that were in the Northern and Western portions of the population will go to the South; go not to rule and oppress and despoil, but to engage honestly and in good faith in the development of the richest land that spreads out its flowers and its verdure beneath the eye of the sun. The war was a dreadful evil to the South, but it is a beautiful provision of God that most evils have their compensation. The Sumter Watchman. A Real Sensation? Attempt to Shoot President Johnson. Last evening the whole corps of reporters and correspondents were filled with excitement by a rumor that an attempt had been made to murder President Johnson. The facts, as we learn them from the police officers, are simply that a woman attempted to force her way past the usher in charge of the door into the President's office. Upon questioning her it was evident she was insane. She refused to give her name, and answered the interrogatories as to her husband by saying: "I am the arm of Him who sent me; war is this day." She was taken in charge by Officer Shelton, detailed for duty at the Executive Mansion, and conveyed to the Central guard house, where a preliminary examination was had by Justice Clark. From papers in her possession, it was concluded that her name is Annie O'Neill, living at the corner of Twenty-fourth and L streets, and she was committed by Justice Clark for further examination. The pistol found in her possession was ascertained not to be loaded. Subsequently, she was visited at the station by her father and sister, from whom it was learned that she was formerly employed in the Treasury Department, and with her earnings had purchased the property where they reside. Yesterday, it appears she was notified that her title to the property was imperfect, being only a "tax title," and this information led to her visit to the Executive mansion. There will be a further examination of the case this morning. National Intelligencer, 11/A. Apparent Death. A prize of 84,000 francs has been recently offered in France for the discovery of a sure and simple means of recognizing whether death be real or apparent. A French journal announces that Dr. Carrière intends to claim the money for a process which he has successfully employed for forty years. This system involves placing the hand, with the fingers closed, before the flame of a lamp or candle. In the living person the members are transparent and of a pinkish color, showing the capillary circulation and life in full activity; whilst in that of a corpse, on the contrary, all is dull and dark, presenting neither sign of existence nor trace of the blood current. Work and Wait. There are two things that always pay, even in this not over-remunerative existence. They are working and waiting. Either is useless without the other. Both united are beautifully interpreting. He who waits without working is simply a man yielding to sloth and despair. He who works without waiting is fruitful in his strivings, and misses results by impatience. Who works steadily, and waits patiently, may have a long journey before him, but at its close he will find its reward. German Settlement near Florence - The Arlington Southerner has been reliably informed that a gentleman of capital, late a bureau officer in a neighboring county, has purchased two hundred acres of land near Florence for the purpose of planting a vineyard, growing vegetables, and raising poultry and stock of all kinds for market. A contract has been let out for the erection of some thirty buildings on the place, and as soon as completed will be occupied by 30 many families of Germans. A man named King, or rather, a man who has had thirty-nine children, hanging a mackerel to your coat and imagining you are a whale, constitutes codfish anarchy. "My wife," said a wag, "came early this morning and told me honey last night." Indeed! How was that? "Well, she called at the beeswax." Death of Asa King, better known as Asa Jarrett, died in New Orleans on the seventeenth of October, of consumption. In Dunn's Theories on How to Tell Fortunes, a young man said to a brisk brunette; "Just give me your hand, if you please." "La, Mr. White, how splendid you are! Well, go ask Dr. J. J. Wright, a celebrated lawyer, had been in attendance at our court last week. He needed admirably in convicting the two lieutenants he defended. A. T. Stewart sold twenty shawls his season in New York; worth five thousand dollars each, and one worth ten thousand. One woman lately ran up a bill for twenty thousand dollars in Atlanta. A Hartford doctor made this singular return of death "Died of ignorance!" His reason was that the parents did not know enough to carry out his directions, and from this cause the child died. A lady having the misfortune to have her husband hang himself on an apple tree, the wife of a neighbor immediately came to beg a branch of that tree to graft it into one in her orchard. "Who knows," says she, "but it may bear the same kind of fruit." At the late railroad convention in Atlanta, Georgia, the railroads extending South from Virginia agreed to transport immigrants over their line at one cent per mile. Magistrate Appointed.—W. H. Johnson, Esq., (a son of Colonel Benjamin Johnson, who was killed at the first Manassas,) has been appointed by Gov. Scott a magistrate for Charleston County. The Darlington Republican says: "E. M. Strober, a northern gentleman of capital and enterprise, has purchased, near Florence, 111 acres of land for the purpose of raising poultry. For carrying on this enterprise, Mr. Strober will bring on several German families." Another Sickles Case: Dr. G. B. Peters, who killed Gen. Van Dora, has recently been united in the bonds of matrimony with his former wife, from whom he was divorced in consequence of her infidelity. His former wife, from whom he was divorced in consequence of her infidelity, was recently united in the bonds of matrimony with his former wife, from whom he was divorced in consequence of her infidelity. With General Van Dorn, Miss Peters, his daughter, has, in consequence, abandoned her intention of becoming a nun. A Memphis detective a few days ago arrested a young desperado by the name of Webb, at Grenada, Miss. While conveying his prisoner to Tennessee, the latter took occasion to apply chloroform to the official's nose, and during the slumber that ensued, deliberately walked off the cars at the next stopping place and disappeared. What was worse still, he carried off with him the detective's carpet bag containing his pistol and linen. There is a magistrate in a town in Indiana named Helser. A clergyman to the same place was called upon by a young couple not long since, wished him to join them in the holy bonds of matrimony. He asked the bridegroom, (a soldier, by the way), for his marriage certificate. The man in blue responded that he had been engaged to the girl for four years, and he thought that would do. The clergyman thought not, and remarked, as the speediest way to obtain a license: "You had better take your girl and go to Felser." "You go to hell yourself!" retorted the angry veteran, and seizing the bride by the arm, he dragged her from the house, wondering what manner of a profane minister he had met with. 