aptitude for social pleasures.' Granting that there may be some grounds for the accusation, has not this universal barrack system something to do with its existence ?" A Journey through Texas; or, a Saddle Trip on the Southwestern Frontier, is the title of an interesting volume from the pen of FREDERIC LAW OLMSTED, whose "Seaboard Slave States" was published first in the columns of one of our city papers, and afterward in a volume, about a year since. He introduces us now to a semi-barbarous state of society, where there is little of the chivalry and high sense of honor boasted of in the older slave states, but where the blighting curse of "the patriarchal institution" is making rapid progress. We shall be accused of "rank abolitionism" for merely noticing this volume, and possibly some of our ever watchful readers "on the border" may be induced, as in time past, to warn us of our danger, if we venture to make an extract. Of course with this fear before us we must "draw it mild." Here, then, is an interview with a woman from the North, who corroborates the sentiment, of which, indeed, we never had a doubt, that "Northern people, when they come to the South, have less feeling for the negroes than Southerners themselves usually have." She says: "Folks up North talked about how badly the nogroes were treated; she wished they could see how inuch work her girls did. She had four of them, and she knew they didn't do half so much work as one good Dutch girl such as she used to have at the North. O! the negroes were the laziest things in creation; there was no knowing how much trouble they gave to look after them. Up to the North, if a girl went out into the garden for anything, when she came back she would clean her feet, but these nigger girls will stump right in and track mud all over the house. What do they care? They'd just as lief clean the mud after themselves as anything else; their time isn't any value to themselves. What do they care for the trouble it gives you? Not a bit. And you may scold 'em and whip 'em; you never can break 'em into better habits. "I asked what were servants' wages when they were hired out to do housework. They were paid seven or eight dollars a month; sometimes ten. She didn't use to pay her girl at the North but four dollars, and she knew she would do more work than any six of the niggers, and not give half so much trouble as one. But you couldn't get any other help here but niggers. Northern folks talk about abolishing slavery, but there wouldn't be any use in that; that would be ridiculous, unless you could some way get rid of the niggers. Why, they'd murder us all in our beds; that's what they'd do. Why, over to Fannin there was a negro woman that killed her mistress with an axe, and her two little ones. The people just flocked together, and hung her right up on the spot; they ought to have piled some wood round her and burned her to death; that would have been a good lesson to the rest. We afterward heard her scolding one of her girls; the girl made some exculpatory reply, and getting the best of the argument, the mistress angrily told her if she said another word she would have two hundred lashes given her. She came in and remarked that if she hadn't felt so nervous she would have given that girl a good whipping herself; these niggers are so saucy it's very trying to one who has to take care of them." Severe trials, doubtless. What right had the wench to get the better of her mistress in an argument? But here is a specimen of the state of society, and of hospitality, and maternal affection, all blended in one interview with a native born Southern lady. Our traveler and his friend entered a house of the botter class on the borders of Red River. The mas ter and all his working gang were out in the fields: "A bold-faced, but otherwise good-looking woman, of a youngish middle age, was ironing a shirt on the table. We stated our circumstances, and asked if we could get some dinner from her. She reckoned we could, she said, if we'd wait till she was done ironing. So we waited, taking seats by the fire, and examining the literature and knick-knacks on the inantel-pieces. These consisted of three Natchitoches Chronicles, a Patent Office Agricultural Report, Christie's Galvanic Almanac, a Bible, The Pirate of the Gulf, a powderhorn, the sheath of a bowie-knife, a whip-lash, and a tobacco-pipe. "Three of the hounds, a negro child, and a white child had followed us to the door of the cabin, three chickens had entered before us, a cat and kittens were asleep in the corner of the fire-place. By the time we had finished reading the queer advertisement in French of runaway negroes in the Chronicle, two of the hounds and the black child had retired, and a tancolored hound, very lean, and badly crippled in one leg, had entered and stood asking permission with his tail to come to the fire-place. The white child, a frowzy girl of ten, came toward us. I turned and asked her name. She knitted her brows, but made no verbal reply. I turned my chair toward her, and asked her to come to me. She hung her head for an instant, then turned, ran to the hound, and struck him a hard blow in the chops. The hound quailed. She struck him again, and he turned half around, then she began with her feet, and kicked him out, taking herself after him. "At length the woman finished her ironing, and went to the kitchen, whence quickly returning, she placed upon the table a plate of cold, salt, fat pork, a cup of what to both eye and tongue seemed lard, but which she termed butter; a plate of very stale, dry, flaky, micaceous corn-bread; a jug of molasses, and a pitcher of milk. "Well, now it's ready, if you'll eat it,' said she, turning to us. 'Best we've got. Sit up. Take some butter, and she sat down in the rocker at one end of the table. We took seats at the other end. "Jupiter! what's the matter with this child?' A little white child that had crawled up into the gallery, and now to my side, flushed face, and wheezing like a high-pressure steamboat. Got the croup, I reckon,' answered the woman. "Take some 'lasses.' "The child crawled into the room. With the aid of a hand it stood up and walked round to its mother. "How long has it been going on that way?' asked we. "Well, it's been going on some days, now, and the night. I reckoned I should lose it, one spell.' keeps getting worse. 'Twas right bad last night, in "We were quite faint with hunger when we rodo up, but didn't eat much of the corn-cake and pork. The woman and the high-pressure child sat still and watched us, and we sat still and did our best, making much of the milk. "Have you had a physician to see that child? asked the doctor, drawing back his chair. "She had not. "Will you come to me, my dear?' "The child came to him; he felt its pulse and patted its hot forehead, looked down its throat, and leaned his ear on its chest. "Are you a doctor, sir?' "Yes, madam.' "Got some fever, hasn't it?' "Yes.' "Have you done anything for it?" "Not near so much as't had last night.' "Well, there was a gentleman here, he told me sweet oil and sugar would be good for it, and I gave it a good deal of that; made it sick, it did. I thought, perhaps that would do it good.' "Yes.. You have had something like this in your family before, haven't you? You don't seem much alarmed.' "O yes, sir; that are one (pointing to the frowzy girl, whose name was Angelina) had it two or three tiines-onst most as bad as this. All my children have had it. Is she bad, doctor?' "Yes. I should say this was a very serious thing.' "Have you any medicine in the house?' he asked, after the woman had returned from a journey to the kitchen. She opened a drawer of the bureau, half full of patent medicines and some common drugs. There's a whole heap o' truck in thar. I don't know what it all is. Whatever you want just help yourself. I can't read writin'; you must pick it out.' "Such as were available were taken out and given to the mother, with directions about administering them, which she promised to obey. But the first and most important thing for you to do is to shut the door and make up the fire, and put the child to bed, and try to keep this wind off her.' "Lord! sir, you can't keep her in bed-she's too wild.' "Well, you must put some more clothes on her. Wrap her up and try to keep her warm. The very best thing you can do for her is to give her a warm bath. Have you not got a washing tub?' "O! yes, sir, I can do that. She'll go to bed pretty early; she's used to going between sundown and dark.' "Well, give her the warm bath, then, and if she gets worse, send for a physician immediately. You must be very careful of her, madam.' "We walked to the stable, and as the horses had not finished eating their corn, I lounged about the quarters, and talked with the negro. "There was not a single soul in the quarters or in sight of the house except ourselves, the woman and her children, and the old negro. The negro women must have taken their sucklings with them, if they had any, to the field where they were at work. "When our horses were ready we paid the negro for taking care of them, and I went in and asked the woman what I might pay her for what we had eaten. "What!' she asked looking in my face as if angry. "I feared she was offended by my offering money for her hospitality, and put the question again as delicately as I could. She continued her sullen gaze at me for a moment, and then answered as if the words had been bullied out of her by a Tombs lawyer. "Dollar, I reckon.' "What!' thought I, but handed her the silver. "Riding out as the bars let down for us by the old negro, we wondered if the child would be living twentyfour hours later, and if it survived, what its moral chances were. Poor, we thought. Five miles from & neighbor; ten, probably, from a Louisiana school; hound-pups and negroes for playmates." We had marked other passages for quotation, but must forbear. We commend Mr. Olmsted's volume to those who desire information that may be relied upon relative to that portion of our republic; and a perusal of it will not fail to deepen their detestation of a system which is cursing that goodly heritage, and which must, sooner or later, if not repented of, bring down upon us, as a nation, the vengeance of the Almighty. Fresh Leaves. By FANNY FERN. A very neatlyprinted and uniquely-bound pocket volume, from the press of Mason & Brothers; containing short fugitive articles that have already appeared in the periodicals of the day, a new story, and the "Hundred-dollar-a-column" story, as the author calls it, she having received that sum for it from the publisher of the "Ledger." The new story evinces no great power of invention, and is, in fact, rather flat. In her shorter pieces, Fanny succeeds better. They are never dull nor prosy; generally piquant, egotistic, and pointed; and sometimes sarcastic and hoydenish, and bordering upon vulgarity. SHE DON'T LIKE HOOPS. "Is it not a shame, that a deprecating blush should crimson a gentleman's forehead because he ventures to seat himself, in a public conveyance, in the proximity of these abominable, limb-disguising, uncomfortable, monopolizing hoops? Women who are blessed with hips, should most certainly discard these nutsances, and women who are not, should know that narrow shoulders, and a bolster conformation, look more ramrod-y still, in contrast with this artificial voluminousness of the lower story. ful limbs hidden, and their gleeful sports checked-the monstrosity of making hideous their perfect propor tions, and rendering them a laughing-stock to every jeering boy whom they meet; and-worse than allthe irreparable moral wrong of teaching them that comfort and decency must be sacrificed to Fashion! Bah! I have no patience to think of it. I turn my pained eyes for relief to the little ragged romps who run round the streets, with one thin garment, swaying artistically to the motion of their unfettered limbs. I rush into the sculptor's studio, and feast my eyes on limbs which have no drapery at all." SHE CRITICISETH MEN'S GEAR ALSO. "There's Tom with that autumn-leaf colored vest on, that I so hate. Why don't men wear pretty vests? why can't they leave off those detestable stiff collars, stocks, and things, that make them all look like choked chickens, and which hide so many handsomely-turned throats, that a body never sees, unless a body is married, or unless a body happens to see a body's brothers while they are shaving. Talk of women's throatsyou ought to see a whiskered throat I saw once." SHE SATIRIZETH THE BOSTON LADIES. "The Boston woman draweth down her mouth, rolleth up her eyes, foldeth her hands, and walketh on a crack. She rejoiceth in anatomical and chemical lectures. She prateth of Macaulay and Carlyle; be longeth to many and divers reading-classes, and smileth in a chaste, inoonlight kind of way on literary men. She dresseth (to her praise be it spoken) plainly in the street, and considereth india-rubbers, a straw bon. net, and a thick shawl, the fittest costume for damp and cloudy weather. She dresseth her children more for comfort than show, and bringeth them up also to walk on a crack. She maketh the tour of the Common twice or three times a day, without regard to the barometer. She goeth to church twice or three times on Sunday, sandwiched with Bible-classes and Sabbath-schools. She thinketh London, Vienna, or Paris -fools to Boston; and the 'Boulevards' and 'Tuil leries' not to be mentioned with the Frog Pond and the Common. She is well posted up as to politiesthinkoth as Pa does,' and sticketh to it throngh thunder and lightning. When asked to take a gentle. man's arm, she hooketh the tip of her little finger cir cumspectly on to his male coat-sleeve. She is as prim as a bolster, as stiff as a ramrod, as frigid as an icicle, and not even matrimony with a New Yorker could thaw ber." There are better things than these in her little book, and worse; but we have no space for further extracts. Guy Livingstone is a novel of the blood-andthunder school, abounding in the less creditable scenes of English life among the upper classes. It is full of love-scenes, flirtations, steeplechases, deadly duels, and early deaths. The hero and the heroine both pass away without reaching the goal of matrimony to which most novels tend; and while it must be admitted that the author evinces great skill in the delineation of character, it is equally clear that his book is little calculated to mend the morals or to "And then the little girls! The idea of hunting under these humbugs of hoops, for little fairy girls, whose antelope motions are thus circumscribed, their grace-purify the heart. (Harpers.) life depends upon right principles adopted in youth, and persevered in through mature age. Its perusal can hardly fail to exert a happy influence upon the youthful reader. (Gould & Lincoln, Boston.) A new tale, by the author of the "LampLighter," is just published, simultaneously, in London, and by Jewett & Co. in Boston. It is a domestic story; the scene is laid in this city mainly, and partly in the Great West. It is entitled, Mabel Vaughan, who is a very estimable young lady, far above the average to be met with in real life. Her career, from child-it hood to matrimony, is traced skillfully; and, with the other personages introduced, makes up a readable narrative, inculcating patience and cheerfulness in the hour of trial, and confident trust in the wisdom and goodness of an overruling Providence. Of books specially designed for the young, we note, with commendation: History of King Philip. Him of Macedon, we supposed, on taking up this volume, and finding one of the series so frequently commended in our pages, from the pen of JOHN S. C. ABBOTT. We were mistaken. This King Philip was the celebrated Wampanoag Indian chieftain, and here he is, in admirable portraiture, to be placed on the same shelf with Julius Cæsar, and Hannibal, and Nero, and Cortez, and the other men of renown, to whose biography Mr. Abbott has devoted so many volumes. Like the others of the series, King Philip is written in a style that, for purity and simplicity, will commend it not only to the young, but to readers of all ages; and there are few, even among educated men, so well versed in the early history of New England, as to be incapable of deriving information The Poor Boy and Merchant Prince, by WIL- from the researches of the author. (Harpers.) LIAM M. THAYER, is a skillful adaptation of the Viola, and her little Brother Arno, is a pleasing more prominent events and striking traits in tale, with a good moral, from the wonderfully the life and character of the late Amos Law-prolific pen of Jacob Abbott, whose skill in rence. It is designed to show, and the design story-telling is unsurpassed by any living auis very successfully carried out, that success in thor. (Harpers.) The Wilmot Family; or, Children at Home; one of the recent issues of the Sunday-School Union from the press of Carlton & Porter. It is an English story, religious in its aim, and written in an attractive style. The Farm and the Flower-Garden. Plants in Rooms.-This is a subject in which we hope to interest all, but more especially our female readers. There is no more interesting and instructive pastime than the culture of plants; more particularly of room plants during the winter. No matter how few they may be, they serve to break the monotony of the winter months, and contrast charmingly with the bleak scene without; and they give a spirit of life and cheerfulness to the home circle which few can fail to feel and appreciate. There can be no doubt that we are all of us too indifferent to the beneficence of the Creator in bestowing upon us this most precious gift of plants and flowers, which, man alone excepted, constitute earth's pre-eminent beauty and her chiefest glory. We can form no conception of the world without them; the painter, the poet, and the descriptive writer, are indebted to them for many of their best thoughts; and they form a leading element in our most glowing conceptions of happiness in this world and the next. Since, then, they are so intimately blended with the soul's loftiest aspirations, and minister so largely to its cravings for the beautiful and true, let us draw them closer to our bosoms, and give them a choice place in the domestic home, that they may add a keener zest to all our joys. We must make home attractive, if we would have its inmates seek their chief enjoyment there. One of our great faults as a people is a want of home attachment; it is a serious fault, and may be imputed, in a measure, to the fact that we make so little endeavor to beautify home. We often bedizzen it excessively with gew-gaws and tinsel, the glare and novelty of which for a while fix the attention; but they soon pall the senses and lose their interest, and the mind wanders abroad for fresh excitement. These things are not beauty, and can never awaken and strengthen that sacred sentiment which lies deep in the heart, a love of home; and we know of few things better calculated to do so than the care of plants. We can hardly fail to become attached to any beautiful object which we feel to be dependent upon us for the continuance of its being; and the mind is so constituted, that, however lost to ennobling feelings, the love of flowers springs up spontaneously in the heart. In addition, and unlike most other things, they never lose their novelty and interest, but are ever presenting new phases of beauty to awaken fresh sentiments of love. It is precisely these elements which so peculiarly fit plants and flowers to beget, and constantly minister to a love of home. Let us, then, always have by us some of these good ministering angels, and especially let us give them a place in the fireside circle during the dreary winter months; they will greatly contribute to its cheerfulness. We wish specially to interest the girls in this subject, for we know their influence over the boys. The care of room plants is peculiarly suited to the former; there is not only a certain fitness in the association, but the labor is light, pleasant, and every way appropriate to woman's hands. There is no such insuperable difficulty connected with the culture of room plants, that any should be A deterred from making the attempt, provided a few necessary conditions are at hand. A window having a southern exposure is the best, but one fronting either the east or west will do very well. Have a table made of the width of the window, and nail on the four sides a strip about two inches wide; the corners should be tightly joined. This makes the top of the table a shallow box, which is to be filled with clean white sand, which not only catches the water that falls in watering the plants, but evaporates a moisture congenial to their health. The legs of the table should be furnished with rollers, and it can then be readily moved from the window at night when the weather is severe. table of this kind can be placed at one or more windows, as may be convenient. Its advantages over the ordinary flower stand are too manifest to need specification. The plants should be arranged in such manner as to have the tallest at the back and sides of the table; but no arrangement of the plants should be permanent; their position should be changed from time to time, so that all may receive a due share of sunshine, and different sides of the plants should be presented to the light to insure a uniform and symmetrical growth. Soft-wooded plants need more light than hard-wooded kinds. All these various conditions may be met by proper attention and occasional changes, and the plants kept in a healthy growing condition. In mild, pleasant weather, the window may be thrown open to admit fresh air. Much care is needed in watering: the earth must not be soddened with water, neither should it be suffered to get so dry as to cause the plants to wilt. It is quite necessary to sprinkle the foliage frequently; and for this purpose, and also for watering the plants generally, a watering-pot with a finely-pierced rose is the best thing that can be used. The spout should be at least two feet long, to facilitate the watering of plants in the middle of the table. The top of the table being filled with sand, water may be freely poured over the tops of the plants without risk of soiling the carpet; the sand is thus kept always wet, and by evaporation produces a moist atmosphere around the plants very conducive to their health. There are some kinds of plants better adapted to room culture than others; and we here add the names of some of the best, from which a selection may be made. The list of annuals we gave in our last all succeed well in a room, and will bloom freely; but the easiest to manage are Sweet Alyssum, Lobelia gracilis, and Mignonnette. Of perennials, the following are best: Azaleas, Cactæ, Primula Chinensis, Scarlet Geraniums, Calla Ethiopica, Oxalis, Ixias, Babianas, Oranges, Lemons, Hyacinths, Tea Roses, Coronillas, Verbenas, Petunias, Cupheas. The list might be extended, but it is best to begin with a few plants of the easiest culture; and when experience has been gained, others of more difficult culture may be added. It will be necessary to repot the plants at times to meet the demands of increased growth, as well as to prune them occasionally, and to keep the surface soil open and the pots clean. Insects will also need looking after sharply. *These and other topics we must recur to hereafter. We have already extended this article beyond the length we wished; but the subject is both interesting and important, and we could not say less with any hope of making the subject of practical value; we shall not regret the space if we shall succeed in inducing even one of our readers to take up this elegant and instructive pastime. We are really in earnest about this subject, and hold ourselves ready to answer all queries the fair reader may propound. Blackberries.-The demand for this fine fruit is on the increase, and now exceeds the supply. The cultivated varieties should be extensively grown to supply the markets of our large cities. The culture is not difficult, and the crop is a profitable one if grown within a reasonable distance of a good market. It is usual to plant in the spring, but we have met with almost uniform success in fall planting, and recommend it to others. A sandy loam of good body or a well-drained clayey loam is well adapted to its growth. The ground should be plowed deep and heavily manured. Plant in rows four feet apart; the plants are usually placed three feet apart in the rows; but we think this rather too close. Weeds must be kept down, and the ground mellow, by the use of a light plow and the hoe. All the wood that has fruited must be cut out early the following spring, and the leading shoot and the laterals shortened in. Suckers must not be allowed to come up at random; all except those immediately round the "stool" must be destroyed on their first appearance; otherwise there will in time be such a mass of cane as to set cultivation at defiance. In regard to kinds, the Dorchester (Boston High Bush) and the New Rochelle are the best for market. The first named is the handsomest, sweetest, and best flavored berry; the latter is somewhat more productive, and perhaps a little more hardy; but both will go through our ordinary winters uninjured. The New Rochelle is sometimes called the Lawton, but very improperly. Mr. Lawton has not the shadow of a claim to give it his name; and we are glad to see that this name is beginning to be repudiated by pomologists and horticultural societies all over the country. Two or three new varieties of blackberries have lately been brought before the public, but we have not seen enough of them to be able to speak of their merits. Hyacinths. The ground for these may be prepared the same as for tulips. Plant the bulbs three inches deep, either in beds or clumps; and if the colors are known, arrange them with reference to the best effect. The outdoor treatment of the hyacinth is very much the same as that of the tulip, and the directions given for that will apply here. Hyacinths are often grown in pots and glasses. The single varieties are best for these purposes. The soil should be a mixture of rich loam and sand; pint pots are large enough for a single bulb; put drainage in the bottom of the pot, and fill up with soil, just covering the crown of the bulb. Water freely when in bloom. When grown in glasses, just the bottom of the bulb should touch the water, which should be changed at least once a week. Hyacinths are not only beautiful, but many are exquisitely fragrant. They are great favorites, especially with the ladies. The Garden.-Everything about the garden should now be put in order for the winter. Cut off the tops of herbaceous plants; tie up such as are liable to be broken by the lodgment of snow; clean off the walks; if the soil is stiff and heavy, spade it up rough, to be mellowed by the winter frosts; if you have plenty of manure, give the flower borders a coating of it; top dress the lawn, if necessary; protect with straw or manure all half-hardy plants; and otherwise see that everything is in condition to be safe from accident during the winter. A little care and attention to theso matters now will save much labor in the spring, and your plants will be the better for it. Tulips. These may continue to be planted as long as the ground can be worked. The soil should be deeply spaded and enriched with good old manure. They may be planted in beds, clumps, or rows, or in any form the fancy may suggest. When planted in beds, verbenas, petunias, etc., may be put in between them in the following spring; the bulbs should be lifted as often as every third year, and divided. Two inches is sufficiently deep to plant them. The single varieties are best for outdoor culture, and are more generally admired than the double ones. New School Presbyterians held at Richmond, Virginia, resolutions were adopted to the effect, that inasmuch as the relation of master and servant does not properly belong to church judicatories as a subject of discussion or inquiry, therefore, that it is resolved by this Convention that the General Assembly of the Church has no power to pronounce a sentence of condemnation on a lower judicatory, or individuals, for any cause, unless they have been before the Assembly in the way prescribed by the constitution; that the Convention recommends all Presbyterians opposed to the agitation of slavery to appoint delegates to the Assembly to meet at Knoxville, on the third Tuesday in May next, for the purpose of organizing a General Synod, under the name of the United Synod Presbyterian Church of America.... One of the greatest hail storms on record visited some parts of Green County, Pennsylvania, in the month of August last. The hail came down in a perfect torrent; the stones varied from the size of a partridge's to that of a hen's egg, and came with such force, and in such quantities, as to do great damage to nearly everything in the track of the storm. Shingle roofs were split to pieces, the growing corn was perfectly stripped of its blades and shoots, the apple trees were left naked of leaves and barren of fruit, the buckwheat was entirely destroyed, the forest trees were left almost as naked as in mid winter, and the fruit trees of all kinds were almost entirely stripped of their foliage and fruit. The fowls which were without shelter were killed by the weight and force of the hail stones... The Minnesota Constitutional Conventions closed their sessions at stitutions produced by both bodies were identical. St. Paul after deliberating for seven weeks. The conThey were regarded as fully meeting the requirements of the public welfare. An interesting report has been received by the War Department from the superintendent of the Wagon Road Expedition from Fort Defiance. The camel experiment is pronounced successful. These animals carried seven hundred pounds burden each, principally provender for mules, and were much less jaded than the mules. Their temper, tractability, capacity for bearing burdens, and going without water, while they live on food upon which other animals would starve, render them valuable for transportation on the prairies. The Steamship Brooklyn Horticultural Society.—This active and vigorous young Society held its annual exhibition at the Athenæum on the 23d and 24th of September. The exhibition was one of the best yet held, and was well attended. The display of fruit was fine, but the great feature of the exhibition was the large collection of specimen plants. We have no room for details, but we cannot help saying that such plant growers as Louis Menand, Martin Collopy, George Hamlyn, J. E. Rauch, etc., deserve a high meed of praise for the great care and manifest skill exhibited by their splendid specimen plants. This society is moving on with a steady determina-priately celebrated in New York on the 7th of Seption which promises to make it the leading society of the State, if it is not already so. We wish it great success. THE WORLD AT LARGE. Its fluctuations and its vast concerns.-CowPER. The Rev. James B. Finley, a well-known minister, and for many years a missionary among the Indians, died at Eaton, Ohio, September 6th. He was a native of North Carolina, and had reached the ripe age of seventy-six. Thomas Dick, LL.D., author of the "Christian Philosopher," and of several other valuable works, recently died at his residence in Broughty Ferry, Scotland, in the eighty-third year of his age.. Dr. Rufus W. Griswold died in this city, on the 27th of August. He was born in Rutland County, Vt., February 15, 1815. Early in life he was ordained as a Baptist minister, but soon left that profession to devote himself entirely to literature, and was successively connected with the weekly papers, the New Yorker, the Brother Jonathan, the New World, and the monthly publications, Graham's Magazine and the International Magazine.... A National Compensation Emancipation Society was organized at Cleaveland, Ohio, in August last. Its object is declared to be the extinction of American slavery by contributing to the compensation of slaveholders for their losses in the emancipation of their slaves. Professor Silliman, of Yale College, was elected president; and Elihu Burritt, corresponding secretary.. At a Convention of "Arago" was boarded on the 6th of September, off Cape Race, by a fishing smack, when only eight days out from Southampton, and telegraphed from St. John's, Newfoundland, to New York. This was the first successful result of an experiment which has for some time been projected; and until the completion of the Atlantic telegraph, we may look to the frequent receipt of European advices of only a week old; after which, we shall have it daily perhaps.. The Centenial Anniversary of the birthday of Lafayette was appro ... tember, by the Garde Lafayette and a number of sum annually paid by the Panama Railroad Company |