From the Southern Literary Messenger.Harriet Livermore.—Those of the readersof the Messenger, and others, who listened some years since to the public lectures of Miss Harriet Livermore, in which she enlarged upon thewrongs of the “ poor Indian,” and dwelt munh© •' * ' *upon the near approach of the Millenium, will doubtless be glad to learn her whereabouts.Eight years ago she lectured in our own city of Richmond, since which time she has visited many of the tribes of our western Indians, and at one time proposed to spend the remainder of her da vs with t lie red people in the vicinity of Fort Leavenworth, but her intentions were frustrated, she says, by the machinations ot the Commander and the Indian Agent, who wished to dislodge her. Perplexed and disappointed, she was then led to exclaim “ what shall I do?” and a still small voice seemed to reply, “ Peace be unto thee—thou shall go to Jerusalem.” Accordingly, we have before us a letter from her, dated on the confines of Judea. Yes, twice hasthis, in many respects, extraordinary woman, visited ths sepulchres of the prophets*, and now she says, “ It is to die there.”Believe what we may, there is something simple, beautiful and affecting in all this: this unhesitating faith, this self-sacrifi ing obedience to the dictates of duty. It is a spirit akin to the Primitive Christian’s; a spirit, which the selfishness, the expediency, the greediness of gain, and the matter of fact character of the age in which \vc live, is fa*t extinguishing from amid us. It is akin to that which swayed the good, ave. even the great Oberlin, great with small means, and the Pastor and Legislator of the seclud- d Ban de la Itoehe. Miss Livermore may accomplish nothing to be hereafter blazoned on the loll of fame; but the simple love of truth and duty paramount in her own mind will bring to her its “own exceeding great reward.”At 1 lie date of her letter she had scarcely reached her place of destination, and it is accordingly filled with details gratifying to her private ricmL* but of hardly sufficient interest for the public eye. It abounds with sentiments of the most ardent piety and faith in Him who hashitherto* protected her iu her solitary pilgrimage, and \vl.o has promised to “ temper the wind to the shorn lamb.” It must he borne in mind that she tr Tel# alone, apparently unp.dronized by any of our missionary boards.At Gibraltar, she was hospitably entertained by our worthy consul, Mr. Sprague, who seems not unmindful of the apostolical injunction to “ entertain strangers.” With a pleasure highly creditable to her heart, she dwells upon the many proofs of kindness and benevolence she experienced in his amiable family, and the substantial comforts they provided for her long and perilous journey.While entering the bay of Malta, she was saluted with the familiar air of “Hail Columbia,” played by a Maltese, who came alongside, and thus did honor to her country. She threw him some ci in, while her thoughts were far away with the home and country she should see nomore.We trust to hear again from her, with particulars of the City made Holy by the foels'eps of the Saviour, and the witness of his death and resurrection. The remarkable aspect of the times, the change of the seat of war between civilized communities, from Europe to the ancient Aceldama of Asia, and the concurrent testimony of prophecy, whether to be understood literally or otherwise, seem to point out this portion of the earth as a theatre 011 which great events are yet to be revealed. The circumstance of the Rothschilds holding a mortgage of the Holy City, which seems to be well authenticated, adds not a little to the peculiar interest with which all eyes regard this interesting portifc of the world.