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Sob printing- TMrin-a general assortment of large, , cloganl, plAifl ' aftdbrna 11 menial Type, we are prepared to execute every descrintionof Cards, Circulars, Bill Heads, Notes, Blank Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c. Printed with neatness and despatch,on reasonable orms AT THE OFFICE OF THE JcJfersouian Kepnblican. From the North Carolina Times. Who' that Kuockins ? BY D. A. TAYLOE, Washington, N. C. Uncle Sam's White House was a fine situation For any one to have, and attend to the nation And a good many came to the door and knocked, Cat Uncle Sam sung, w hile the door w as locked, W ho's that knocking at the door ! Oh ! w ho's that knocking at the door! Is that you, Zach ! No, lis Cass Well, you aiut Santa Anna, And you've got r.o Tass, S3 there's na use in knocking at the door any more, 0.t I there's no use knocking at the door. Tlicn the Barnburners came, with darkies in their ranks, AiJ Uncle Sam laughed at their foolish pranks . For they brought Martin Van, who had lived there before, And Uncle Sana sung, while they knocked at the door, Who's that knocking at the door i Oh 1 who's that knocking at the door T Is that you Zach No, 'tis Van, Well, you can't come in, TouVc "a used up man," So there's no use knocking at the door any raoro. Oh ' there's no use knocking at the door. Then the People came with a Brave Old Chief ' Whose bros were bound with a laurel wreath- , . Anl he went right ahead as Tie Old in Mexico, . -And knocked like a soldier bold, at the door-3 , : , And who's that knocking at the door 1 Oh ! who's that knocking at the door I Is that yon, Cass 1 No, tis Zach I Well, walk m, General, For you never turn back ; So there's no use knocking at the door any moftf; There's no use knocking at the door. And when old Zach removed his home , ;; From a soldier's tent to a marble dome . ' The People sung, both rich and poor, - Long live Taylor and Fillmore ! And who's that knocking at the door ?' Oh! who's that knocKing at the door! , It's not Van Buren, nor Lewis Cass, But it's old Zach Taylor, And he'll ul w ays pass. So there's no use knocking at fhS door any mere, There's no use knocking at the door. XJmm " What Ailed Him. Amid the crowd iherer walked a youth', Whose heart seemed charged with wo ? His eyes were bent upon the deck, His steps were sad and slow. It was not unrequited love, Nor disappointment's fruits, That marked with cares the cheek of youfli He couldn't find his boats ! November - The woodland foliage now Is gathered by the wild November blast ; Even the thick leaves upon the poplar's bough Are fallen Xo the last. The mighty vines, which around The forest trunks their slender branches bend, Their crimson foliage shaken to the ground, Swing naked to the wind. Some living green remains By the clear brook that shines along the lawn ;: But the sere grass stands while 61er all the plains, And the bright flowers are gone. O'er the wide plains, that lie A desolate scene, the fires of autumn spread, And nightly on -the4ark Avails of the,!sky A ruddy brightness shed. But these, these are thy charms ; 1Mid airs-and tempered light' upon the lea-;: . And ihe year holds- no time within its arms' That doth resemble thee.- v The sunny noon is thine, Soft, golden, nuise.less as the dead of night ;: And hues that in the .flushed hprizon shine, And eve and early Jigbt.- Profitable GardcKixiff. JIr. Win Parry, of Chesier -township. Burling ton rounty, N ! made a statement' at life lafe.ext hibition of the Burlington County Agricultural So riety, to the effect -that he realized, this year, orf tf 83-i00th of an acre of ground, raspberries to the amount of $200, .clear .profit! ': From JSew l6rkitq, Albany is 145 miles. Sagacity of a Horse. Instances frequency occur in which domes tic animals are evidently in ado instrumental to the preservation of life by the application of a sagacity which docs not fail within (he usual range of their intellects. The following circum stance was related to me, soon after its occur rence, Says a correspondent of the Friends Review, by a man upon whose veracity I can rely, who received it immediately from the subject of the narrative: . w About i,A-enty years ago J. B., who resided in Chester county, Pennsylvania, not far from the west branch of the Brandywino; was re turning hb me on horseback, at a time when that stream, across which his road lay, was much swollen by rain or melting snow. The depth rind force of the current disloged him from his seat, and he was cast upon a bank, formed, i think, by a cake of ice, where his life was in evident jeopardy. The horse in the meantime, released from restraint, made his way to the shore ; but instead of running away, he stopped on the hank, looked around and neighed, Perceiving his master in his perilous situation, surrounded by the rushing torrent, the sagacious animal returned into the water, and coming close to him, stood there till ho was securely seated on his back. And this could not be very hastily done, as the man was ad vanced n years and his clothes saturated whh water. or being able to regain the ford, the pair arrived at the margin of the stream, at a1 place where the bank was too steep to be moun ted by the horse with his burden. Help at leng'h came, and the horse and his rider were extricated from their dangerous position ; but the former was so much exhausted by his ex ertions )hat he lay down and streleched himself out as if dying. He recovered, however, and his owrier assured my informant that no price iljat could be offered should ever, while he lived,-transfer the noble beast to another mas ter. This attachment to the horse was pleas ing anJ natural, but I should consider the prin ciple debt of gratitude due to an overruling hand whtch directed the sagacity of the animal to the ohject and the means of preserving the life of thb owner. Forest and Birds of iVIicliigasi; A late writer in ths Albany Atlas describing a visit to' the prairies" of Michigan, has the fol lowing paragraph : A stroll through the open woods of Michi gan, in the month of May is delightful. They ar more likb narks than forests. Flowers of gay coiOis glitter at every step, but alas, there is one sad draw back on all this floral beauty. The flowers, most of them, are scentless! A beautiful flower without perfume is e a beau tiful woman without corresponding beauty of mind. Alter the first gaze of admiration is over, the 'vermeil tini' of the leaf or lip but more for cibly calls the attention to what is lacking. But iho bffds ; how they swarm and vocalize the groves and fields of ftJichigan. In the morn ing, ihe whole forest rings like a concert room1 with their notes. I had the curisity to sit at toy window and do nothing for half an hour but watch the different varieties of them which appeared in sight, and strive to identify the nuies of those unseen ones the songs of which I could hear. The clear whistle of the quail came incessantly on the ear. A score of bob-n-litik fluttered up and down, and (wangled their instruments like mad. A brown thrush poured his rich and varied song from the top most spray of an apple ifee. A couple of blue birds flitted pai whistleing notes of the len derest dalliance. Woodpeckers of various hues tvent by in their jerking flight, and a read-head sounded his .hri!l clarion on a dead locust, sum moning ail its crawling inmates to surrender at discretion. The mournful cooing of the tur tle dove, the harsh screams of (he blue-jay, ihe notes of the rneadovv-lark, robin chirping bird, oriole, starling, Canady warblerf and a host of other birds, some known and some unknown to me, where blent in the general chorus.' A Romance of (he West. The fast Glasgow (Mo.) ftewa tells a strange tale of one of the early .settlers of Saline county. He was a Frenchman, who, about twenty years ago, be came dissatisfied with the prospects before him, and left his wife, and daughter to peek other means of mending his form tie. For several years (he wife and daughter awaited hi re turn', rill ecn affection compelled them to be lieve him dead. They struggfed along in pov erty, until the daughter grew to womanhood and' rnarriod', as did also ihe mother ioth of them remaining in straightened circumstances. Last week, however, an old grey-headed man wc)t to the humdle dwelling- of the daughter, and after surveying her with deep emotion fiir a few moments, said. "Do you know the name of your father ? To which she replied by giv ing it. "Then," said he, "1 am your father." After their mutual greetings, he brought in tvo bgs of gold, containing $40,000, and gave litem to Jit daughter, and offered her husband i.hc'bet farm he could find in the neighborhood. He knew his daughter by a. scar-on; the fore" head, from a wound. rceveaVwhen & child. ftojr to Steel Watermelons. In (he neighborhood of. thejflourishing town of Honesdale, there lived somtf three or four years since and perhaps still lives an oddi ty who rejoiced in the name of Jacob Stringer. Jacob was one of that class who are "about" when an extra hand is wantedwho are geh erally useful when there is a pressure, and who retire to enjoyment and repose- when times are about. "middlinV1 He found decidedly more attractions inji ramble through the woods with his gun, or along iho streams with his trout 'fixins,' than in any kind of agricultural em ployment ; but, much as he fancied hunting, he was not very sucessful in that hue,-and to make itp for the deficiency, ho would gie his aid as a teamster, in th'e busy season lo his. more wealthy neighbors who yfe all moro less in terested in the lumber business. In that capa city ho engaged with old Squire Yales to lake a quantity of lumber to Honesdale. On the road to the latter place about two miles from Yales, lived an industrious farmer named Ben nett, who was known about the neighborhood pretty generally, to have a very promising patch of watermelons. This was ihe niore interes ting, inasmuch as the article was scarce in the neighborhood. Day after day, as Jacob passed along the road by the farmers with his toiling cattle, thoughts of the watermelons would force themselves into his mind. How pleasant it would bo ttf have one only tinej And then the "elderly gemlemafi in black" woujd whis per how easily and how safety it might bo done. Still Jacob resisted : for he had a high and de served reputation for honesty and integrity with his neighbors, which he wished to sustain. At last however the waicrmelons became ripe, Jacob knew it, though he had never seen them, and now the temptation was irresistible. Our hero, though with many compunctions, de termined to have one only one ; and that very night be vowed it should be done. Evening came, and, after feeling in his pock et if his jack-knife was. safe, he started on his expedition. The road seemed to him unusu ajly long and dreary, and several times he felt a little frightened. The truth is, he had Hever Undertaken such Jin expedition before and not without reason has the great poet written "con science doth make cowards of us all." We are now at "old Bennett" fence, and Jacob is over it, and cauiiuusly advancing to where he knew ihe "patch,r must .be not un noticed, however. "Old Bennett" knew the value of his crop, and that if he would keep it he must watch it ; and watch it ho did as the dragon of old watched the fruit Hesperadcn.- No sooner did Jacob cross ihe fence than the owner of ihe melons advanced from his hiding place, and was about to hail (he intruder, when to his surprise he discovered who it was. Now, Jacob iias about the last man Bennett would have expected to come at night to rob his melon patch, and even now, ais he cautidus ly moved On befo're htm, he almost doubled. Nevertheless he carefully fdllo'Wed h'im. The depredator aimed at once for the "patch." There was no moon, but a few stars shed light enough to enable htm to find his way into the' mrds't. Hastily selecting a promising one, he struck once more for the fence, still followed by "old Bennett." Crossing it he threw hiinslf and his prey down in (he bushes mutterring, as he did so "Wal, old fellow, you have done it this lime f The jack-knife was soon produced, and a slice hewed out ; but no sooner was the flrsi mouth fur taken than he sputtered it out, exclaiming--" It is a cussed green punkin !" A moment after he went on "You are a nice old fool, yon are, Jacob, f should guess !--an honest, clever old fellow, so the neighbors say. You are a stupid hog, Jacob, you are f You are a rascally old fool, you would steal watermelons, would you T and you have stole a cussed green pun kin ! Well, old fellow, 5'ou would steal it now, cuss you, you shall eat it!" Suiting the action to the word he began lo devour his prize with many expressions of disgust,- and with a determination to keep the "old fool" to it. At lasl the iak was accomplished, and he rose to depart, muttering, as h did so, to the irifiii ite amusement of old Bennett, who said nothing "You infernal ass, serves you right ! You are not fit for a rascarl. Any man who has no more gumption than to steal a punkin instead of a' watermelon, had belter keep honest. He'll uever make anything' ou( of his rascality !" Philadelphia Sunday Dispatch. "Mother," satcJ a lad, "is it wrorrg to break gg' shells?" "Certainly not, my dear,1'' replied, (he mother, but what do you ask such sill v questions for!" "Because F ha tie just drop ped the basket with' all .the eggs in jt," replied" the promising chap1, The Price of a Kiss. A voup.o man in Fall ftt'ver Was fined ihree dollars for kissing a yotmg lady in the sireel The change fa oiilva4 'dollar .here by (he last decision, but perhaps the Fall Kiyer damsel was ine -prettiest, which maks all the difference. Sq-say a ProVedence paper. - - Glauber Salt's, a sufficient quantity manufactufed at Philadelphia to supply the UnUed-StatesyJ.794, The XLastTricR. A city green ho'rn, a veritable cockney, . whose iea'l name it would be cruel to put fn type, and so we will call the" done, brown, Smith was neatly picked of his leathers by a sharper who happened to be laying out in Hoboken a few days agp. Mr. Smith was strolling slowly along the sea walkr enjoying the delicious breeze, when it Oc curred to him that by wiping the perspiration from his forehead his comfort would be proportion ably increased To'xlo this, however, it was. ne cessary to raise his haf , arid the raising of his hat was the cause of his subsequent disaster. A pa per fell from Mr. Smith's hat, fell upon the ground unperceived by .Mr 5mtfh, who passed on. But the sharp eyes of a fellow who lay stretched on a neighboring bench,- were upon the paper, and when Mr. Smith had passed, the bench lounger got up and secured the little slip. He cast his eyes over the writing and exclaimed with a" ges ture of vexation and contempt : ' Bah ! only an unreceipted tailor's bill !' And he was about to cast the worthless scrap into the river, when he stopped suddenly; looked curiously at the receding -form of Mr. Smith, and scratched his head as if perplexed : then his face brightened up, and slapping his right hand violently on his leg, he said. 1 Yes, that will do,' and quietly fol lowed in ihe trail of Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith, after refreshitfg himself with an ice crerim and a glass of soda water at ihe Fields, re sumed his walk towards the dyke, and had just en tered the little grove beyond the pavilion, when he became aware that some one had gently tapped him on the shoulder. He turned round arid saw a good looking middle-aged man in a plain dress, standing by him. 4 Mr. Smith,' said the stranger. , Yes, sir, my name's Smith.' 'John, of street, New York,' continued the stranger. Yes, sir.1 -Well, Mr.- Smith, I have ratlief an unpleasant duty to perform,' the middle aged gentleman' Said, pulling out at the same time a Jarge pocket book, and looking over tho papers as if in search of a particular one. What's that,' asked Smith. The middle aged gentlemari did not answer He could not find the document he was looking for and Smith was obliged to exercise all his patience. At length the paper was found, a law blank appa rently just filled Up. Smith was not allowed to j examine it. Theiniddle aged jreritlerftan" hela it between his thumb and finger, looked Smith straight in the face and repeated. Johhn Smith, of street, New Yo'fk.' YeSi yes ; arid what the mischief do you want of me V said Smith, with nervous trepidation. ' All right, Mr. Smith,' remarked his companion" as he returned the paper tcr the pocket book 4 all right, ail right, sir. I'll trouble you lo ride as far as Hackensack, if you please.' 4 Hackensack I and what must I go to Hackeri sack forj I should like to know !' 4 By virtue of a toarrani regularly issued,- and which' commanded me, a deputy sheriff" ofthe coun ty of Hudsoe, State of New Jersey, to ta!ke the body of John Smith of street, New' York, if he Shall be found within the limits of New York, or shall be found within the limits of New Jersey, and the said body safely lodge in the jail atHack- erfsack, to answer to the suit of tailor of NewYork, in the sum of fifty dollars damages, &c. &c. And may God save the Commonwealth of New Jersey,' ejaculated the pretended deputy, as he reverently lifted his'hatand.renovered his wind. 4 Fifty dollars damages,' exclaimed the bewil dered Smilh 4 why, that's my tailor, arid I only owe him thirty-five.' 4 The amount epr'essed in the writ is only r form of law said the sheriff; ihe exact amour, 0f your indebtedness to Mr. , tailor, is thirty-five dollars and sixty-two and a half cens.' 4 Sorit is returned Smith, but w'tiat put him tip to sueiog me in New Jersey. I 'nave arway teen a good customer, ami ' 'He sent in- his bill on the 1st dfiuly, and it.ap pears you have taken fi0 notibe of it.' Poor" Smith, his. nervfe- were completely un strung. 4 1 thorjof that bfatrYe'd law was repealed by whici a, poor fellow coming frorri iveiv York to et mouthful of fresh air in Hoboken, might be Carried off to' Hackensack.' ' The LegfsTaiure ofthe State of New Jersey did repeal that law in 1842T, huf New York-having re fused1 to gfve up" certain persons chafgtfdf with grave offences, committed in New Jersey, the legislature, nt its lasl session, re-enacted the law, and by virtue of that re-enactment, you are now my prisonei,' said the mock OuTfcial,. with solemnly, al youxhM heart j ye4 u musl he Wl buJ. dignity. 1 Well, all this isstrange and news lo me,' said Smfth' first; that riiy tUor whould sue mo ; and second ihuvT should be nabbed in Hoboken. We live, Mr.' Smith, in an age of strango and: startling events 'marked the other, with the quiet 2EV . .. i - 9 emphasis and deliberation of a philosopher Eu rop?, last New Year's; Day as little anticipated the, revolution, aa you anticipated, on ,ihe Kourtli of July, this arrest. But look- Europe is heay ingilike an angry sea, and you are now maving,jr about to move, for Hackensack jail ; this way Mr. Smith, if you please; We shall find the jaft wag on by the road sido, yonder.' But Mr. Smith, was in no hurry to obey.- 1 1 have only five dollars by me, he said, biting his hger nails with, vexation. ' ""'Precisely the amount of my fees,' said the officer.- 4 Now, Mr. Smilh, you wear it wa'tchIssW " if it is the value of ihe old debt we can easily" arrange the matter, without troubling you to go', to Hackensack. '- 4 The value of the debt !' said Smith pulling out a gold lever 4 why, it cost a hundred, and any pawnbroker would advance seventy dollars on it.T 4You speak truly, Sir. Smith,' remarked his com panion, his eyes glistening as they fell upon tli6 watch. 4 That is what I suppose, Mr. SmftU phy me my fee, five dollars, and give me the wafch, which 1 will send to-morrow morning to the tailor, where you can call and get it after paying the bill.' 4 It is the best I can do I suppose,' grumbled Smith, as he handed over ihe watch and five dol lars bui, Mr. Sheriff; you must loan or give trj a sixpence lo pay my ferriage over the fiver and out of this cursed trap that five dollar bill- is all the money I have with me. ' Take a dollar, Mr. Smith, said lh "Sir jj; generously presenting him with a one db'llar i'-, note 4 you may want some refreshments." J Obituary Eloquence; A correspondent ofthe Burlington Ftee;?ress has furnished lo lhat journal the following verba tim report of a funeral discourse which he says he heard delivered in the Florida House of Rep--resentatives. The duty of making it was volun tarily assumed, and even insisted bn, by the spea ker, to the no small wonder of (lie House, and his-5 utter incompetency being nbldHous ; Mr: Speaker: Sir Our fellow citizen, Sfr. 'Si las Higgins, who was lately a member of this branch of the Legislature1, is dead; and lVe died yesterday irf the foienoori. He had the brown1 createfs'; Bronchitis, lie meant, I suppose) and: was ah uncommon individual. His character was good, up to the time of his death, and he never lost his voice ; he was fifty -six years' old, arid was" taken sick before he died at his boarding house,- ""oiu uc imu at a uotrar anu seventy- nve cents a weeK, wasnmg and: light included.-' He was an ingenious creatuf; and m the early part of his life had a father and mother. He was: an officer in our State militia' since the last war and was brave and polite ; and his uncle, Tirrio thy Iliggms, belonged to the Revolutionary war, arid was commissioned as a lieutenant by Gener al Washington, first President and torrimander-in' chief of the army arid navy of the United StatesV who died at Mt. Yernbrf, deeply lamented- by a large circle of friends, on the 14tK December, 1740V or thereabout, and was buried soon after his denthy with military honors", arid! several guns were burst ed in firing salutes. Sir; Mr. Speaker ; General Washingfcff presi-' ded over the great continental Sanhedrim and po litical meeting that formed our constitution ; and he was indeed a gree,t r4nd good man. He was first in war, first irt pace, and first in the hearts of his countryman and, though lie was in favor of a United Stas Bank, he was a friend of educa tion, and flora what he said in his farewell address, I have iio 'joubt he wotild have voted for thb tariff of-1846, if he had been alive and hadn't a'died some, time beforehand. His death was considered at the time as rather premature, on account of its being brought on by an ordinary cold. Now, Mr. Speaker, such being the character, of General Washington, I motion that We Wear crnpa around the left arm of this Legislature,- and-, ad journ till to-morrow morning as an emblem of our respects for the memory of S. Higgins, who is dead and died of-the broion creaters yesterday in thVforenoon." A PiCtUR6. A fair young girl is leaning pensively on the casement, gazng with thought' Itil brow upon the scene below. The bloom of fifteen Mimmers nut her sOfi cheekvtho s weets of a iho'uand flowers are gaihorVif uvm her round lips, the curl ding to a jfpnnfe: brow, and fall upon a nark of perfect' jjrace, iho swimming eyes seemed lighted by ihe tender ed fire of poetry, and beauty hover- oyer her as' her own moi favored child'. What are her thoughts I Love cannot stir a husoin so young, not sorrow yehae touched a spirit so pnrev Inuocenco itself aeems to have chosen hor for A. . . ... Us own. Alas ! has disappointment touched- hist ! she starts ; her losom heaves ; Her eye" brightens ; her hps part ; she speaks ; listen 44 Jim, you nasty fool! quit scratching that pigV back, or I'll tell mar!" From Eastport to Portlond, Maina, is 33l ruili; ' - . , --.'.- Jt II 'I
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