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ft 1 V' Volume III. WINCHESTER, 20, 1850., '1 Number SZ. B01I I gome W. J. SfjATTEIt, Killtor.

ried(t'4 16 nu PhMj'k arbitrary tuny, We fellow Truth whore'er the leads the THE SUBE llOAU TO A COMPETESOV. Not one man in five hundred will make a fortune. Uut a compe-' tence and an independent position is within the reach of most men. This is obtained most surely by patient in-' dustry and economy. If a man has ordinary talents and ability in any profession, or business, or trade, he can, by pursuing an.

economical, persevering course, be pretty sure of finally obtaining an independent position life. Let his expense fall below Lis income. Let him live cheap, very cheap, if necessary, but let him be sure and make his income more than cover his expense. It can be done in almost all cases, notwithstanding the positive denial of ever so many housekeepers. A man may not have more than two or three hundred dollars a year, and may have a family a.y large as that of John Uodgers, and he can find a way to live comfortably, and lay up something besides.

There is much, nay all, in knowing how the thing is done. And that is the very thing people who are going to make money have got to learn. It is wonderful how few real wants we have, and how little it takes to give us genuine happiness. If we could get rid of our artificial, senseless, and expensive way of living, we should find our selves better oil' in purse, in prospect and in heart. Let any one who has any ambition to go ahead in life, try the experiment this year, and see how mucti virtue there is in economy.

Make your expense less than your income, and sec how much you will have gained, not only in money but in the feeling that you arc in the con- dition which the Yankee denominated "forehanded." Try it this year. Sad Hours. Welcome, sad hours! Welcome ye hours of deep and sol emn thought! Welcome to those hours when the mind turns inward to the recess of the heart, and leads us to cummune ith our own being. Wel come, thrice welcome, ye moments of sacred sorrow. Without the storm-clouds which hover over the heart with dark threntcnings of devastation and or the cold, frigid blasts which come in contact with the worm impulses of our nature, we should travel on through life ignorant of the most solemn realities of our earthly existence, and unmoved by the most powerful sensibilities of the soul within.

It is not all to look at the bright panoramic scenes of outward life, all painted in bright colors, and illumined by the gilded emblems of Hope and Love. It is beautiful indeed. So is the bright flower of early spring, by the gentle breeze, and invigorated by the genial influence ofthe warm sun. But that flower is not all of the vegetable world. It is but a single deelopemcnt of unnumbered specimens that God has created.

Thus it is with the human heart. Now it is picture, tinted with bright colors now it is all blinded with clouds and darkness. Happy hours arc gladsome visitors, and we should ever bid them welcome. But we welcome them not alone. Come, ye sad hours, to mingle with them, say we? Ye may tell us of sorrow against which our hearts have struggled, but in vain.

Ye may fo up before us the angry and surging billows of earth's combats and earth's trials. Ye may speak to us of the grave of loved ones gone before blighted hopes of severed ties. Ye may remind us of our frailty, and of our mortality. Ye may picture to us all that is dark and dreary in life, hold us as in chains by thy magic spell. And for all this, we bid ye welcome! Come to us, sad hours, and us no more of life! We will bow in thy presence and learn of thee iWclcome! Welcomel Foiti ne.

-Men complain of fortune when they ought to complain of themselves. The germ of happiness is planted in every human mind. If it is cultivated as God designed it should he, it may be made to animntc our whole being, despite the sorrows of life, and may at least secure to us a calm contentment with our earthly lot. Next week we hope to be able to get the Journal out at the regular time, and also to make some improvements that we have not time to make now. Notice.

We still continue to receive advertisements from abroad, offering us sufficient pay to put them ir. the Journal, but desiring us to wait for the pay. Now, we will not do foreign advertising unless the pay is advance. WHAT PRETTY LITTLE HAND. I am not a bashful man, generally speaking; I am fully as confident and forward as most of my sex.

I dress well, dance well, sing tolerable, I don't tread on ladies dresses when I make my bow, and 1 have no trick of coloring to the roots of my hair when I am spoken to. Yet, their was one period of my lifo, when all my merits seemed to my own eyes magnificent, and I felt very modest, not to say bashful. It was when I Was in love. Then, I sometimes did not know where to put. my hands and feet.

Did 1 mention that in tho said hands and feet consists my greatest beaulyf They are both small. Three years ago I (ell in love. I did not walk into it quietly, weighing my idol's perfects. I fell in, head and ears, two seconds after the introduction. "Mr.

Ilaynes, Miss Arnold," snys a mutual friend, and lo! 1 was desperately in love. She was a little fair figure, with long brown curls floating over a snowy neck and shoulders, and falling down on her waist of an enchanting sky-blue dress. Her large, dark blue eyes were full of saucy light, yet, oh! how tender und loving they could look. (This I found out later.) Of all the provoking, tantalizing little coquettes that ever teased the heart out of a poor man, Susy Arnold was tho most bewitching. I would pass an evening with her, and go home, certain, that one more interview would make me the hnppi-est of men; hut the next time 1 met her, a cool nod, and indiiferent glance threw down all my castles.

She was very cautious. Not a word did she drop to make me believe that she loved; and yet her hand would linger in mine, her color rise if I looked my feeling, and her eyes droop, to be raised again in an instant, full of laughing defiance. She declared her intention to be an old maid emphatically, and in the next sentence declared "1 never did love, but if 1 should take a fancy to anybody, I should love him like like a house a fire. she would say carelessly, 'I never saw anybody yet worth setting my thoughts I tried a thousand ways to make her betray some interest in myself. Propose outright I could not.

She had a way when ever I tried if, of looking in my face with an air of grave attention, of profound interest, that was equivalent in its effect to knocking me down, it took all the breath out of me. One evening, while there, I was seized with a violent headache. 1 told her I was subject to such attacks, and the gipsy putting on a grave face, gave me a lecture on the subject of health, winding up with, "The best thing you can do is to get a wife to take care of you, and to keep you from over study. I advise you to do it, if you can get anybody to have you." I said, rather piqued, 'there arc only too many. I refrain from a selection for fear of breaking others hearts.

How fond all the ladies are of I added conceitedly: 'though 1 can't sec that I am particularly fascinating. 'Neither can said Susy, with an air of perfect simplicity. 'Can't said 'I hoped hoped Oh! that dreadful attentive face of hers. 'That is, Miss Susy, I thought, perhaps oh! my head! my head! and I buried my head in the cushion. 'Docs it acho very she asked tender ly, and she put her cool little hand in among my curls.

1 felt the thrill her fingers gave me, all the way to the toes of my boots. My head being really very painful, I was obliged to leave; but, all the way home tho soft, cool touch, of those little lingers lingered upon my brow. Soon after this it became necessary for mo to leave the city on business. An oiler of a lucrative partnership in the South in the office of a lawyer friend of mine, mado me decide to extend my trip, and see how the 'land laid. One thing was certain, I could not leave homo for months, perhaps years, without some answer from Susy.

Dressed in my most faultless costume, and full of hope, I went to Mr. Arnold's. Susy was in the parlor, at the piano, alone. She nodded gayly, as I came in, hut continued her song. It was, 'I've something sweet to tell jrou "At those words, I love you! I adore she gave me such a glance.

I was ready to prostrate myself, but, sweeping back the curls with laughing defiance, she warbled, 'But I'm talking in my sleep." 1 cried, 'von love me when yon sleep? May I think Ob! yes, if you choose; for 'Rory O'More says that dreams go by contraries, you I sat down besido her. I said, sighing, 'Rory's idol dreamed slid hated said Susy, "that was the difference between his case and yours." Wo chatted away for a time. At last I began. "Miss Susy, I came up this evening to tell you that II How she was listening! A bright thought struck mo I would tell her of my journey, and in tho emotion she was certain to betray, it would be easy to declare my love. Miss I said 'I am going South She swept her hands across the keys ofthe piano into a stormy polka.

I tried to see her (ace, but her curs fell over it. I was prepared to catch her, if she fainted, or comfort her, if she wept. I listened for the sobs I fancied the music was intended to conceal; but throwing bnck the curls with a sudden toss, she struck the last chord of the polka, and said gaily, 'Going 'Yes, for some 'Dear me, how distressing! Just stop at Levy's as you go home, and order me some extra pocket handkerchiefs for this melancholy occasion, will 'You do not seem to require I said, rather piqued. 'I shall stay some 'Well, write to pa, won't you! And if you get married, or die, or anything, let us '1 have an-ofierto be a partner in a lawollice in I said, determined to try her, and if I accept it, as 1 have some thoughts of doing, Ishal never Her face did not change. The old saucy look was there, as I spoke; but 1 noticed that one little hand closed convulsively over her watch chain, and that tin; oilier fell upon the keys, making for tho first lime, a discord.

'Going away she said, with a sad tone' that made my heart throb. 'Miss Susy, 1 hope you, at least, would miss me, and sorrow in my She opened hrr eyes with an expression of amazement. 'Yes it might change all my plans, if my absence would grieve 'Change all your plans? 'Yes, I hope though Oh! that earnest, grave luce. My cheeks burned, my hands and feet seemed to swell, and I felt cold chills all over me! I could not go on. 1 broke down lor the third time.

There was an awkward silence. 1 glanced at Susy, lfer eyes were resting on my hand, which lay on the arm ot the sola, the contrast between the black horse hair and the flesh seemed to strike her. 'What a pretty little she said. A brilliant idea passed through my brain. 'You may have it, if you I said, offering it.

She took it between he own, and she with the fingers said, May If if you will give me this one, and I raised her beautiful hand to my lips. She looked into my face. What she rend there 1 cannot say, but if ever eyes tried to talk, mine did then. Her color rose, the white lids fell over the glorious eyes; and the tiny hand strug gled to free itself. Was 1 fool enough to release it? What I said, I know not, but I dare say my wife can tell you.

Five min utes httcr, rny arm encircled the brown dress, the brown curls fell upon my breast, and my lips were in contact with another pair. Susy and I were married. A Sedi crr Shot. A young man was shot at Huntsville, a few days ago, by a young lady whom ho had dishonored under promises to marry her. She called upon him, armed with a pistol, and demanded that he should either marry her or pay her eight hundred dollars.

He refused, and she drew the pistol and shot him, the ball entering the left side and glancing so that but little injury was done. She was about to fire the sec ond time, when she was seized by a bystander, and prevented from further attempts. On trial she was cleared. To be "born with a silver spoon in the mouth" is a positive misfortune. In a great commercial country we find princes to-day beggars to-morrow! This is no fable, 'tis an every' day occurrence.

Remove that "silver spoon," 0 man! and replace it with a useful trade. This will he giving thy ion a real fortune the substance instead of the shadow. Labor is honorable. I Itt "Silver- spoon" says it is no such thing nor will ho be convinced of the fact, until a deep'btroke of poverty and misfortune overtakes him, and with crowbar lever forces open his eyelids. Give thy son a trade ny, and daughter, too! Tub Coolies in Ci.ua.

A Virginia gentleman of intelligence, who recently visited Cubn, gives a sad picture of the toils and sufferings to which the coolio slaves are subjected. They have nothing like the capacity of tho negro for labor and endurance, and yet the same tasks tire imposed upon them. When not engaged on the field they herd indiscriminately, men, women, and children, in huts, willi no semblance to the family tie or obligations, Suicide is common among them, sometimes ten or a dozen hanging themselves at a lime, No provision is made for their return to their native land, from which they have been beguiled, and their masters having no interest in them except to. get the greatest amount of work possible out of them during their period of apprenticeship, heap upon them an amount of labor that soon breaks them down, and often hurries them to the grave. I-'iwii (ho Naslivlilc (IszcUc.

HOME. BY MIIS. Ml I. IK C. S.

CIlll.TOX. When winter winds lire wailing, And the Monti is howling loud, And tho lain is coldly falling From tho darkly low'iing cloud, How pleasant 'lis Id ncslle WJiuro tho Storm-King ennnot come, In tho warm tinil quiet comer Within your own swael homo. When nil without is dreary, And the treca tiro bending low, When the tempest moans "sau weaiy'1 And when falls the chilling snow; How sweet it is to listen To the pleasant words that come From the warm hearts in the curnur liy the firo sido at home! Ah! when this world grows dreary, A nd lil'u moans beneath its woe- Wnen the wanderer's feet are weary And tho spirit yearns to go 'flier's a hope that gleams lliro' darkness That sweet rest will he given In some quiet little corner In tho homo we havo in heaven! Nashville, January 15lh, 1850. THE Ji AC 11 HUM'S SOLILOQUY. Returning homo atcloso of day, Who gently chides my long delay, And by my side delights to stay? Nobody.

Who sets for tno the easy chair, Sets out the room with neatest care, And lays my slippers ready there? Nobody. Who regulates the cheerful fire, And piles the blazing fuel higher, A ml bids mo draw my chair still uiglicr? Nobody When sickness racks my feeble frame, And grief distracts my fevered bruin? Who sympalhiezs with my pain? Nobody HE MARHI DMA N'S LA EXT. Returning homo at dead of night, Who urges on a family fight, Decauso I happen tight" My wife. Who calls mo darling, dearest pot, And robs nio of tho cash I get, And runs tno headlong into debt? My wife. Who gives no tiino to darning hose, Rut gi ves to missions my Sunday clothes And threatens oft' to wring my nose? My wifo.

ho looks on me with fear and dread, And often in Iter heart huth said "I wish my husband ho were dead?" My wifo. Doc Cholera. We learn from the Review that in various places in Will iamsou county the dogs' that fed on carcasses of hogs that died of the pre vailing distemper, are "following the footsteps of their predecessors," and are dying in troops. So that some good will come even of tho hog cholera Bonner, ofthe Isdgcr is beginning to feel so good that he is letting the public into the secret of his great pe cuniary success. In tho last number of his paper he states that his daily receipts from his country subscription Ii.st alone, has been as high as $3700 per day.

This is exclusive of thegreat majority of copies sold by tho wholesale dealers to their retail agents. We occasionally see. some wealthy, well-dressed young man looking coldly and sneeringly down upon a poor but honest and industrious worker; and at times find oursolf wondering if that he were suddonly reduced from his present lucky position, whathis energy and acquirements would fetch in the labor market? The answer is "plainjust about as much as Faddy shot at." JAMES G. I'ERCIVAL. This unfortunate child of song, who died a few months since, has written somo beautiful gems.

Ho was never married, and the following lines, dedicated to a coquette will account for the cause. Is it strange that the sensitive poet could uso so much bitterness in speaking of one who wrought such havoo and desolation in his life? Percival was a genius wrapped in gloominess and misanthropy, lie had within him a mind of literary and scientific attainment, She has no heart, but she is fair, The rose, tho lilly can't otitvio her; She smiles so sweetly that tho air Seemes full of life and beauty nigh her. She has no heart, but yet her face So in any hues of youtn revealing, With so much liveliness and grace, That on my soul 'tis ever stealing. She has no heart, she cannot lovo, Rut she can kindle lovo in mine Strange, that tho softness of a dovo Round such a thing of nir enn twine, She has no honrt her cyo tho' bright Has not the brightness of tho soul, 'Tis not the pure and tender light, That lovo from scrnph beauty stole. 'Tis hut a wild and witching flame, That lends us on nwhilo thro' powers, Then leaves us, lost in guilt and shame, To mourn our vain departed hours.

Go then from me thou canst not chain A soul, whose flight is winged ohovo, Turn not on me thine oyes again, Thou hast no heart, thou canstnol love. Tin: l)i vor.cn Statu. The Missis-sippi Legislature litis passed a law granting divorces to all parties who have lived seperate three years. A "title of emigration may be expected to set towards Mississippi. Where the Greatest Amount of Cot ton ts Used.

in tno Loudon 1 lines there is a long and very able and candid arlielo on the subject, of cotton. The proportions ofthe article used by dili'ei'cnl nations tire thus stated: Great Lirilain, 51:28 France, Northern Fairope, CitHl Other foreign ports, Consumption of the Failed Slates, 28:58. Thus it appears that England uses more of the raw material than the rest of the world. MISCELLANY. From the number of marriages that take place in the winter season it is to be presumed that, Mercury has us much lo do with the matter as (Jupid himself.

To those who are still shivering in single blessedness, Dean Swift's receip for courtship may be acceptable: Two or three dears and two or three sweets, Two or three balls and two or three treats; Two or three serenades given as a lure, Two or three oaths how much they endure; Two or three times led out from the play, Two or three soft speeches made by the way Two or three tickets two or three times, Two or three love letters writ all in rhymes Two or three months keeping strict to these rules. Can never fail making a couple of fools. An Awfci. Meitiinit. A New Mexi can correspondent of tho New York Day llmih, gives an account of a recent murder in New Mexico of a sin gular character.

At a little interior town, a Roman Catholic priest mur dered another, his rival, by putting poison in the sacramental cup, the victim falling down in a dying state at the foot ofthe altar, and breathing his last in the midst of his affrighted con gregation. There is a style of business in New York City known as matrimonial alliance. One man, who traffics in other people's affections, claims to have made money by it. His matrimonial bureau was 'established in 1 MO, for introducing ladies nnd gentlemen at present unknown to each other, who arc desirous of entering into matrimony. Upwards of nino hundred (comprising all classes of society) have been nlready advantageously married and made happy through this medium'.

which those who wish to believe can do, if they like. Faith believes God's word Pa tience waits God's time Hope ex pects all God has promised Love urges to obey all God's commands-Humility bows low before God's throne Submission shuts the mouth in try ing times, and Resignation cheerful' surrenders all to God's disposal, wftcn all these graces are found togctner, the is complete. FRED DOUGLASS' DAUGHTER FOR SALE. Among the servants offered for salo by a Mr. Forrest, of Memphis, is a girl who is known to be tne daughter of tho notorious Fred Douglass, tho "free-nigger" Abolitionist.

She is said to bo of the class known among the dealers ns a "likely girl," and is a nativo of North Carolina. She remembers her "parient" very vividly, having seen him during his last visit to the Old North State. The Memphis Avalanche suggests that ns Fred is nmple able lo mako the outlay he should either purchase his own flesh and blood from servitude, or cease bis shrieks over an institution which possesses such untold horrors. The New York Observer says: "If the editor knows that he is not only to work for nolhing and find himself, but that he is also to find the paper, fill it. and send it for nothing to the subscriber, lie may be excused for diseouraginent.

Yet there are many who have so little redaction, so little conscience, and so much meanness, that they will take a newspaper for a hole year, and sometimes more, and not pay a cent for it." Fred your garden refuse to milch cows, such as cabbnge leaves, turnips, and beet tops, and pumpkins that are loo small for keeping, with a great deal such other things that otherwise would go to waste. These will help I to increase tun ouanti mil Ic. am assist in keeping the animals in a good con I It i on. The Drinihtnd's Will. I leave to society a ruined character, a wretched example, and a memory that will soon rot.

1 leave to my parents the rest of their lives, as much sorrow as humanity, in a feeble and decrepid state, can sustain. I leave to my brothers nnd sisters as much mortification ami injury us 1 well coin I l)i iiil' on I twin. I leave to my wife a broken heart, life of wretchedness nnd shame, to weep over my pretnatupj death. 1 give an I beqm'lhe, to each of my children, poverty, ignorance, a low character, and a remembrance that their father was a drunkard. WHO'LL I1UY A HEART? I'uor heart of mine! tormenting heart! Long hast thou teased mo thou and 1 May just as well agree to part Who'll buy a hotut? who'll buy? who'll buy? They nfl'c red three lestoons hut no! A faithful heait is cheap nt more; 'Tis uotol those that wandering go, Like mendicants from door to door.

Hero's prompt possession I might toll A thousand merits; como and try; I have a heart a heart to Who'll buy a heart? who'll buy? who'll buy? How oft beneath its folds lay hid The gnawing viper's tooth of woo Will no ono buy? will no ono buy? 'Tis going now. Yes! it must go? So littlu oil'ered it wero well To keep it yet but no! not I havo a heart a heart to sell Who'll buya heart? who'll buy? who'll buy? I would 'twero gone? for I confess I'm tired and longing lobe freed; Come, bid, fair maiden! moro or loss So good and very cheap indeed. Once more but ouco, I cannot dwell So long 'tis going going lie! No olfer I've a huarl to sell, Who'll buy heart? who'll buy? who'll buy? Wr.u. Hon. Jerro Cleminons, who has lately assumed the editorial control of the Memphis Eagle ami Emiiirer, has probably been noticed unkindly, in that connection, by the "New York Herald, at least, we are led to infer that such is tho case, by tho following paragraph, copied from tho Eagle and Enquirer.

Tho New York Herald gives us a characteristic notice. We do not consider tho Herald of as muchimpor-ance ns Mr. Buchanan did when ho wanted some friend lo "cut olf lien nett's cars," and confess to a great dea ot indulercncu as to its praise or cen sure. We cannot nllom to bun the Lditor to speak ot us kindly and re spectfully. wo cannot wasto time in suctng Iain lor a libel, and wc cannot quarrel with a man who has been cowhided as often as he 1ms fingers and toes.

The Herald is therefore full liberty to say what it pleases about us, and may rest assnrru we shall niake nocoinplari.aJ 'avor it with no notice. Out of twenty young men at evening party, In a who resented to be making love to their partners, ten are remarking that the room is very warm. Ave are observing that tho polka is the grandest inven lion of the age, and five are asking how the next figure commences. Content can be had by virtuous life. What true mother's or father' heart does not beat responsive to the follow-ing lines addressed "to my boy when leaving which wo find in the Chattanooga Advertiser? TO MY BOY WHEN LEAVING HOME.

never let mo see you boy, Tdralher soe you 'Than' sea iho drunkard's frowsy curls, Dangling around your head; 1 novor stain that manly brow, 1 Or bloat that faco of thine; never lot your mother know, That you've been drinking wine. She could not bear to think her Would either day or night, 1 sho could not bear to think, That you were ever tight; i Your Ma haa often kissed your lips. And strained you to her breast, And prayed the Lord that her dear boy, Might all his life be blest. -Thon nover let yout mother, boy, Weep round your drunken bed, Or have the bitter, bittor To wish that iho was dead; never, nover, do yougo, With Ma's kiss on your cheek, To revel in the drunkard's haunts, And cuuso her 6oro to Avcep. Then while you live on earth my, boy.

Eschew tho howl forever, And set your fuco 'gainst gambling firor, And from all evil sever; Ro fnm to keep your promise, boy, Keep steadfast in tho right, Always be puro in word, and thought. Don't gamble, don't get tight. BEAD READ THE HOME JOURNAL Liiboval "Propositions WJ3 WANT two thousand subscribers and we believe we can have that number soon, if our friends will help us a little. Hut in order to hurry on the good work, we make tho following propositions to the ladies, and gentlemen too, if th-ey choose to compete. 1st.

To the person who will get us twenty-live subscribers we will give "l)r Kane's Arctic Explorations," in two volumes, bound in rich style and illustrated with U00 engravings, worth 10 also, a huly's breast pin, which is beautiful and which we will uir rant to be line gold, worth $3 also, lithograph portraits of the Bishops of the M. K. Church South, worth $1 also an extra copy of the Journal, worth S'J also, a copy of Willis' Poems, worth 2 also, "Married or Single," a romance in two worth 62 in all DOjLjLAES FOR Now, who will take us up on tliia liberal proposition? Makes no difference who "goes in," for we will do aa well by all who will procuro us that number of subscribers. Of course tho subscribers must pay in advance-Ladies, go to work all of you. We have got a library of over 200 books, most of which are tho very best of standard works, and all of which wo will dispose of ns above stated.

Nor ore these books soiled-most of them being new. 2d. To the person who will get us lifteen advance-paying subscribers, wc will give a copy of Moore's Poetical Works complete worth 81. Also, Dr. Livingstone's Explorations in Africa worth $2 50.

Also a splendid engraving entitled "Tho Vil-' Blacksmith," worth 85. Also an extra copy of tho Journal one year, worth all making Thirteen Dollars and Fifty Cent tor Fifteen 3d. Wc will give for twelve subscribers, a history of the Mutiny in India, worth S3, AUo, any three dol- lar Magazine for one year. Also, copy of the Crcot South, ft largo' book worth 83 75, making Xt'ne Dollars and seventy-jive cents 'OR Twelve Subscribers. Let us hear from you soon.

These propositions are only inten- ded to aid our subscribers in doubling -our list for next year, and are so lir eralthat many will certainly avail themselves of the chance to- make" something. Should other works than those wo have mentioned be prefer red we will try and supply thera. i Heavy I'osk. The Franklin Rf view says Col. W.

II. S. Hill of Witf. iamsom county lately tlaaghtet lot of bog 20 in number aaW old, the aggregate was 7331 lbs; the four -bm WO lbt, I are rngmg wv If r.j'j -1 7.