Alabama state intelligencer., 1831-01-08

IS pifitneu ds th joyous theme
 By PatriotSt-Yes, by Latayette, Whose sun of glory hath not set. ' March on-tbe March Of Mind! March on s,! That Liberty on Gam's mountain height rl May view with smiles her golden rising sun, To guide her in her upward flight
 Europa's sons, resolve Rise, rise be freel The orb oft day shines bright for Liberty. 1 sMarch on! March on ye sons of story, l As lasting our mundane sphere
 | March on for Liberty and Glory!
 That man the loud, loud shout may hear, l The Tcnh Chdries' star has diny set
 To rise more Hail Latayette!
 Memoirs ofa Bmtr6y.-In Ackermans Juvenile Forget-Ale-Not," for lo31, is the following article from the pen of Miss Jewsbury. It contains deli cate moral, and will interest the youthful reader.
 MEMOIRS OF BUrrERFLY-By Mss Je,csbury. | "'Iis greatly wise to talk with past hours.s The approach of autumn, and the conviction that shall not survive the first sharp frost would fill me with dismay did not belong t0 the elucaed class of buttefihes. can submit tU the laws Of nature, and die l cannot submit to die and leave no record of my existence: but am not called 10 this trial 4y friend, lhe gady, promises to take charge of these memors when completed, and to trumpet their prais- es throughout the insect world. That world Is has tenng To its end but, doubtless the new generation and especially that of butterflies will hold my name
 in estimation; shall certainly be regarded as their standard author Unquesonably should like to live l to hear my own praise; but one cannot have every thing, so must be satisfied with deserving them and commence my history.
 O.my infancy remember nothing except indeed that It was said l was remarkably fine catepillar but my own recOllectlons begin at the moment when l burst from my cone and found myself butterfly ! belong to that splendid tribe called the Atalanta and, when in my prime, l was one of its chief orna- ments, my wings being glossy black, edged with the richest carmine. How well do remember the morn- Ing oi my first flight From being shut up in dusy prson suddenly found myself at large, huttering among flowers that continually mistook for brother butterliles-the glorious sun shining in the heavens without cloud-and thousands of insects sporting like mysef in his golden beams How sweet were my sumbers, when at night folded my wings in rose that was sheltered from the dew by laurel branch that hung over 1t From that day it was ev- dent that nature designed me for the poet ofmy tribe doubtless, circumstances were highly favorable, but thnk that must even in my caterpillar aate, have | possessed the organs of fancy and imagination | will now describe my way oflife. In few days my rose-tree became the resort of selection from the most approved species of butterfly. The swa- low-taed, the peacock the buck-thorn and the ata-
 anta knd took the lead on account of the splendor oither attire the inferior orders were bowed to at dlsaace, and of course every insect that was not butterfly was regarded with the utmost horror The gadfy, the wasp and the bee, were exceptions; the
 first was necessary newsnonger and as all three carried stings, il not safe to despise them Every day the coterie on the rose-tree fromed party of pleasure to visit different spot of the garden which as it belonged to a nobleman, and being extremely retired, most fitting residence for butterflies of fashion. Sometimes we danced quadrilles in the air then rested on woodbne, and returned home in the cool of the evening. Sometimes we formed party for conversation beneath the shade of myrtle-ree at which times was expected to furnish song or tale invariably Tn honor of some one belonging to our | own body. Occasionally, for the sake fthe honey he contributed invited an old bee to join our pie nics but much did we fear that he ight presume upon the honor, and join when it might be unpea- sant to recognize him, that do not think we invited him than twice. This delightful kind of life lasted for about month; towards the close of that period something like wearlness stole over us; plea sure the sole lect of our search; and having exhausted all we knew, the inquiry was what should be done neXtl Labor out of the question; our high birth and refined habits equally forbade us to | enjoy vulgar settlements; we had, therefore, no re- source but to quarrel amongst ourselves. We did SO Jealouses rivalries, and bckerings, now disturbed the tranquil rose-trce A swallow-taied beau cha- lenged peacock dandy: they met; one got his beautiful coat (yellow, laced with black) covered with dust, and the other received wound in one foot which occasoned him to limp ever afterwards. The ladies of the respective combatans, of course took part ill the quarrel and scandalized each other with out mercy. For myself, 1 made satirca verses on all parties; but was really vexed at the disturbed state of our politics, that contrived to make myself the head of a party whom drew off and established on the myrte-tree before alluded to. Unalloyed fe-
 city is not, however destined to be the fate of but teries, Soon after our removal two of the party met with an unmely death one crushed by d
 little ruilan ofa school-boy, and the oher particular friend oimy own, took cold from incautously ventur ing into damp lily. h0nored each with an elegy; and the occupation somewhat soothed my grief.
 For the last fortnight my troubles have been of a personal nature. l feel the approaches of old age do not enjoy company once did, neither can fly so bristy; grave thoughts will intrude upon my mind and on reviewing my past life, almost sus- pect that the dspised ant and bee have been more honorable insects than myself, because more useful To be sure, thave enjoyed much pleasure; but then it is over and the recollection of it is but cold com fort and if have been greatly admired, 1 am not sure that 1 was ever loved. cannot help wishing had few good actions to remember-a few bene- volent sentiments; but cannot call any to mind. I certainly felt ashamed of my party for scoflng at poor black beetle- could not help its ugliness) but then did not my influence to protect it. 1 did once wish to relieve the anguish ofa dying moth by lifting it from the gravel-wak to q rose leaf; but then abstained for fear of solllng my wings We'll if might emerge from my chrysalis, l would live very different life but cannot, must hope that the prosterity of butterflies to whom dedicate these memoirs, will proftb by my experience and my regrets
 "Manud of Classical Literature "A work with this title is now preparing for the press from the Ger man off. J. Eschenburg, with additions and improve ments by the Rev. c. F. Cruse, of Cheshire, Con necticut It is designed to embrace all that belongs to the general study of the Archaloogy, Literature Mythology and Antiquities of Greece and Rome to which will be added distinct part on Hebrew An tquities, by the translator