& Nv.U-'j vol. m . _Y OLUNTEEiI.' \j PUBLISHED EVEHT THUnSDAV MOHMINQ TIY JOHN B. BRATTON. ' I £ TERMS: Subscription.—Two Dollars if paid within tho « 4y° ar j and Two Dollars and Fifty Cents, if not paid B>witlim tho year. These terms will bo rigidly ad hered to in every' instance. No subscription dls •, until all arrearages ore paid unless at ’-Mbe option of tho Editor. ’''■tttipf- An vmitis i!mi!n*ta■ —Accompanied by tho cash, and "''J-vAiot exceeding one square, will bo inserted throe for $2.00, and twenty-five cents for each - "Additional insertion. Those of a greater length in : 'VV/.' Job-Printing—Such ns Hand-bills, Posting-hills -■’ pamphlets, Blanks, Labels, &c. &c. t executed with ' '-itbcuraoy and at tho shortest notice, < h THERE IS NO DEATH. Thoro is no death ! The stars go dowri j-L ' To riao upon some fairor shore; And biight-iri JloavenVjewelled crown Thoj Bhine«forovcrmoro, There is no death ! The dust wo tread Shall change beneath the summer shower, ' To golden grain or mellow fruit, Or rainbow tinted flower. y. ‘■'■J.i'W -,&• The granite rocks disorganize To feed the hungry mess they boar; rr The forest loaves drink daily life ".rA'fpj l From out the viewless air. . There is no death ! The'leaves may fall, The flowers may fade and pass away; They only wait through wintry hours, The coming of the May. There is no death I An angel form iJ* Walks o'er the earth with silent tread. Ho bears our best loved things away. And then we call them “ dead.” Ho leaves our beats all desolate, Hs plucks our fuiresh sweetest flowers; vrpfs Transplanted into bliss, they now ’ Adorn immortal bowers, , Tbo bird-like voice whoso joyous toned I';,-:# lip' Made glad this scone of joy and strife, Sing no.w iu everlasting song ‘Amid'tho tree of life. And when He secs a smile tco bright, ; Or hearts too paie fur taint and vice, bears it to that world of light, v.vfe To dwell in Paradise,’ \ Born into that undying life, They leave us hut to come again; With joy we welcome them the same. Except i*i sin and pain. .‘4J1 1 And ever near us, though unseen, V:v!«s The dear immortal spirits tread; r l 0 boundless Universe '■Hit'/ Ip life—there are no dead! lI—' 1 —' 1 1 1 ■■■■' h 3fcfellan?nm '— ~~ :||g THE CASTLE OF DEATH. Wl nv ANSON U. 80UER8, Wl ‘ ... i,w Somo years ago I left my native city, ana i>iinccompameil by my servant —a wild and lrishman, named Bill Fi ;lvjnane—started on a travelling excursion through Mexico. After many days of weary ,>o:i#ravol wo reached that wild and uncivilized i?<)Omitry. ■ysOne beautiful day in summer, towards the ,* setting of the sun, as wo were journeying „ slowly along, I espied, several hundred rods 1 ''ahead of us, a group of horsemen approach jog, their animals upon a gallop. , on.? Bo gorrn 1’ muttered Billy, riding up by :„i