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Having a general assortment of large, elegant, plain andorna menial Type, we are prepared to execute every description of Cards, Circulars Bill Heads, Notes, isiaiiK itcceipts, : JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER BLANKS, PAMPHLETS, &c. Printed with neatness and UeSpateh.on reasonable terms AT THE OFFICE OF THE Teffersouian Republican. The Dawn cf K.ovc. A maiden stood, ln thoughtful mood, , . lieside a mountain stream; Her heart went pit, and then went pat, So strangely you would reason that . She must be in a dream. IT",' 5' . " ' And at her side, In manly pride, A youth was whispering low; .Jlis heart went pat, and then went pit, So strangely you would think that it Could never flutter so : . . A willing ear, j . A trickling tear, -. Was all the maiden gave; While hearts went pit, and then went pat, So strangly you would reason that The subject must be grave. V boy An instant more, All doubt was o'er. A voice from Heaven above Had soothed each pitting, patting heart, Declared they never more should part, And was the Pawn of love ' : ICFOne of the fc'boys indites the following to nislady-love: And wlien the reverend sir shall say, "My son take thou this daughter !" I'd answer him in fearless tone, " I shan't do nothin' shorter !" ,- i4Will you my son support and nourish This flower I give to thee !" I'd give my white kid gloves a flourish. And answer, "Yes Sir-ee!" Taking Toll. The St. Louis Reveille is publishing a tale, pur porting to give some adventures in the life of a young physician, from which we take the follow ing extract: A snow had fallen, the young folks of the vil lage got up a grand sleighing party to a country tavern at some distance; and the interesting Wid ow Lambkin sat in the same sleigh, under the same buffalo robe with myself. " Oh, oh don't" she exclaimed, as we came to the first bridge, catching me by the arm, and turn ingher veiled face towards me, while her little eyes twinkled through the gauze in the moon light. "Don't what?" Lasked, " l'm.not doing any thing.". , , 44 Well, but I thought you , were going to take toll," replied Mrs. Lambkin. Toll !" I rejoined, 45 what's that !" 41 Now, do tell!" exclaimed the window, her clear laugh ringing above the music of the bells. 44 Dr. Mellows pretends that he don't know what toll is !" " Indeed, I don't then," I said laughing in turn " Don't know that the gentlemen when they go a sleighing, claim a kiss as toll when they cross a bridge ! Well, 1 never !" But shall I tell it all! .The struggles of the widow to hold the veil were not sufficient jto, tear it, and somehow, when the veil wa3 removed, her -face was turned directly towards my own, and the snow glistening in the moonlight, and the horse trotting on oMiimself, the toll was taken for the first time in the life of Dr. Mellows. Soon we came to a long bridge, but the widow said it ' was no use to resist,' and she paid up as soon as we reached it. " JBut you won't take toll of every span, will you docter she asked, to which the only reply was, a practical .negative to the question. Did you erer, reader, sleigh-ride with a widow, arid 'take toll at the bridges ! . Self-Lighting Cigars. t A patent lias been taken out in England, by d Mr.t Jarvis Palmer, of Camberwell, in the county of Surry, for the -following way of making self-ignM ting .cigars without any offensive odor: Take 18 parts, by weight, of charcoal, 32 parts, ofsaltpru nolla, 8 parts of Yehitian red, 10 parts cascarilla bark, 1 part of oxymuriatic ot potash and 14 parts ,of water. In which is .dissolved some gum arable, orjglae will answer,. When .this is in a. fluid state ground pine splinters are dippecUwo or three .times in it, when they are dried, and the dipped- parts are then brokenoffand inse'rteddn the finds of the cigar. The cigars thus furnished are lighted by simply rubbing this nib against 'any suitable sub stance, sueh as hard wall. Nature ha6 triumphed ! Prejudices against color have given way, and red whiskers are fashionable! From the Ladies National Magazine. A Shadowed Picture. BV T, S.ARTHUR lorn! Whv dn Mrs. Telford, in a fretful voice, speaking to a ooy aoout len years old, who had balanced a chair on one of Us legs, and was twirling it around io the imminent danger of the baby, wuu was sluing on tne noor. " Here" and she caught hold of him with no light grip -just marcn put ot ihe roomand try and amuse youreell somewhere else !" Suiting me acuon to me word, she thrust him out of ihe door in no very gentle manner. A storm, ever, if it comes up suddenly does not subside instantly into silence and bright sunshine. It mutters and sobs, and sighs itself away, ao u was with Mrs. Telford. 4 Oh, dear !' she murmured, as she went back to the seat she had left-' was there ever such a boy ? I am worried out of all patience Mr. Telford sat reading in ihe room. He did not lift his eyes from the boo"k that was in his hand ; nor appear to heed what was pass ing. But every word his wife had uttered was not only heard but felt. I wish you would do something with that y !' said Mrs. Telford. Drovoked at her hus band's apparent lndlfTfirpnrp TIuta i nn iving in the house with him.' Mr. Telford did noUook up nor reply, and tils Wile Was about rironeerlino- whn nvnr umbled the baby, and bumn went its tender head upon the hard floor. Mercy?' uttered the mother, .catchinz up he child that screamed lustily. lur. 1 ellord shut his book,- and, tossing it upon the shelf, came and stood by the side, of hts wile, and examined the baby's head to see the extent of damage. It was of no great ac- count. Being satisfied of this, he resumed his book, without having given utterance to a sin gle word. This silence was perceived by Mrs. Telford as a kind of rebuke, and it tended to fret rather than calm her feelings. As the baby ceased crying, she began murmuring Why don't that girl come up and get the baby ? I'm sure she's been long enough gone to eat three dinners. But, that's just the way with them ! They get together down there in the dining-room, and gossip away an hour at each meal time. I wish you'd ring that bell, Mr. Telford.' In giving the last sentence, there was.no improvement in the amiability of the lady's tone of voice. The husband slowly and with a certain dig nity of manner, went to the bell-rope and give it a light pull. A few minutes passed, but the summons was not answered. .'I'll make her hear!' said Mrs. Telford im patiently, rising hurriedly, and giving the rope two or three heavy jerks that caused the ring ing of the bell to be distinctly heard even in the chamber where they sat. There was a rebuke of Mr. Telford for havingdone his ringing work so gently, in the voice of his wife, and he felt it. But he said nothing. His feelings were chafed, but he kept silence, for. he feared to disturb his wife's temper beyond its present excited slate. The emphatic ring of ihe lady brought Polly the nurse, from the dining room in a hurry. 4 It takes you a long time to gel through your meals,' said Mrs. Telford, as Polly came into the room. 1 Here ; take the baby.' Mr. Telford moved restlessly in his chair For about a minute a hammering sound had been heard over head. This the lady now perceived. That Tom's at some mischief! I know tust as well as that 1 m alive ! bo up stairs Polly, and see what he is doing." Not very amiable said. Polly went off slowly, her manner showing that she did not relish being hectored for no other purpose than to gratify ihe lady's ill-hu mor. The hammering soon ceased, but neither Tom nor Polly made their appearance. ' I'd just like to know what that boy's been doing !' said Mrs. Telford, who was nursing her unhappy state of mind. I sent Polly to learn what he was about, but, of course, Ishal see no more of her. 1 never saw stlch crea tures !' Still ihe husband maintained a rigid silence'. Polly !' cried Mrs. Telford, going to the door a little while afterwards. 4 PoJIv !' The girl answered from above. " What did I send you up stairs for V ' To see what Tom was doing,' replied Polly, appearing on the landing' just above her in- censed mistress. Then why didn't you come down and let trie know V ' J a e -"" ' He stopped when I came up Slopped what ?' - ; .: ' Hammering.' What was he hammering V , . He was beating on the floor' ma'am.' ' I know he was, but what with V The girl hesitated a moment, ands then re plied Wnh the towel stand;' ' -' ' ' Js it possible ! Thai delicatVlittle maliog-any-tbwel'siaud ! 'And MS'brdkenall io pieces, I suppose V .,-.0 . .:.'.- ' jo, ma'am. It isii?t hurt a great deal.' How much is it hurt'.'' 1 It? only bruised a little, and one foot knocked off,' ' Goodness alive ! Now isn't that too-much? j You Tom!' Tom, though he heard distinctly enough; did riot-feel particularly -anxious " ro hear. -You Torn'! I say Ji screamed ' the angry mother; ltVom? 1VV ' ' -J Ma'am,' came a feeble voice1 from above. Gome abhgddwif here !' ' ' Tom obeyed the 'summons, but with hogreal alacrity. Didn'i you know belter than io ureaK up inai towel stand, you little villain V said Mrs. Tefl ford, seizing hold ofTom With a grip that made him cringe. ' I didn't break it up, mother,' replied the boy. I Polly, here, says you did.' I I only said he broke off one of the feet,' an swered Polly, to this. ft'sjustthe same. What good is it after the feet are broken off, I would like io know ?' A box along side of Tom's ear closed all con troversy on the subject, and sent him bawling away to the garret', 'where he was told to go and not show himself till dark. Without speaking a word Mr. Telford got up, auu puuiug on nis nai leu tne nouse. it was an idle afternoon with him, and he had intend ed staying home to enjoy ihe society of his wife. Bat her fretfulness. and want of self, control drove him out. He did not go to a tavern, for he had no fondness for the society of persons who usually congregate in such pla ces ; but he walked about until he was tired, and then stepped into a public library"; where he sat and read until sundown. He did not find his wife in any better spir its when he returned home. Her brows were knit, and her lips compressed. One glance sufficed for Mr. Telford. He suppressed a sigh as he took a chair and lifted one of his children upon his knee. The little thing was fretting when he came in ; but a light came into her sweet face as she saw her father, and she nestled her head down upon his bosom with undisguised satisfaction. There had been no sunshine around her for hours, and her young heart had been disturbed by clouds and storms. We partake la a certain extent of the spirit of those wiih whom we associate. So it was with little Helen. Her mother's fretful temper bad affected her. She too became peevish, restless and dissatisfied. She quarreled with her brothers, rummaged, her mother's work-ta ble drawers, and did sundry other things, the consequences of which werevisited upon her in more than one case, during the afternoon in punishment. At ihe lime her father appeared, she was exhausted at the conflicts she had en dured, both within and without, and sprang to him with a feeling of relief and sense of safety.' All ihis was a sad experience for a child, and one, the memory of whicriv could never be wholly effaced ; for the mind, more easily affected by injuries than the body, retains im pressions far longer. This fact few understand or think about. Hellen turned her wet eyes, with an appeal ing look, to her father's face, and then quietly slipping down from her chair, left the room. An angry feeling smote across the bosom of Mr, 1 elford. He loved Helen with more than a common tenderness ; and this perhaps, be cause she manifested more love for him than any one of his children. -Words of sharp re buke arose to his lips, but, wiih a strong effort, j ne repressed them. His wife was not always in ihis temper. She was not well, and pain had weakened her nerves and made her fretful. These reflections kept him silent. But his sympathies went after Helen so strongly, that he started from the table and followed her from the room. Indeed, pa,' sobbed the child, as he overtook her in ihe passage, and, lifting her in ;his arms, kissed her tenderly I didn't mean to do it. My hand slipped.' I know you didn't, love ; but never mind. Don't cry.'And he drew her hand down upon his breast, and carried her over' to the chamber where she usually slept. You didn't finish your supper,'-said the father, as he sat down, slill holding the child in his arms. I aWt want anything to eat,' replied Helen. Mr. Telford kissed her, and ssid 4 You must try and be a good girl, and not do anything to make your mother unhappy.' '1 do try,' answered ihe child, who had grown calm. Bui I'm naughty sometimes, i won't be naughty any more. But rnamma scolds me so much. ICaty Lane's mother never scolds her. When I was at Mrs. Lane's yes terday, Katy let her cup fall on the floor and broke it all io pieces. But her mother didn't scold a bit. She said she was sorry, and that Katy must be niore careful.' There was an auditor to this conversation unperceived by either of the parties engaged in it. The sudden withdraws! of her husband from the supper table startled Mrs. Telford. Her mind was thrown into a whirl of excite ment. She felt the act as one of stern rebuke. Scarcely had Mr. Telford retired when she arose from the table. Quickly following, she came to the door of the chamber where her husband had gone, just as little Heleu said 'mamma scolds me so much,' and heard dis tinctly the whole sentence that followed. than a scratch. Tom soon awoke, and aftef his face was washed, looked about as well as ever, and judging from the way he eat his sup per, had sustained no serious injury, . j As to whai passed between the husband and wife when they found themselves alone, afier that eventful day, we acknowledge a total Sg norance. We do not know whether ihe slight est allusion was made to the occurrences we have detailed ; but we do know that Mrs. Tel ford never scolded so much afterward, greatly .to ihe relief and comfort of the family. ' Uses of Water How common, and yet how beautiful and 'how pure is a drop of water I See it as it issues from the rock to supply the spring and streams below. See how its meanderings through the plains, and its torrents over the cliffs, add to the richness and the beauty of the landscape. Look into a factory standing by a waterfall, in which every drop is faithful to perform its part, and hear the groaning and rustling of the wheels, the clattering of shuttles and the buzz of spindles, which under the direc tion of their fair attendants, are supplying myriads of fair purchasers with fabrics from the cotton plant, the sheep apd the silk worm. Is any one so stupid as not to admire the spleir dor of the rainbow, or so ignorant as not to know that it is produced by drops of water as they break away from the clouds which had confined them and are making a quick visit to our earth to renew its verdure and increase its animation! How useful is the gentle dew in its nightly visits, to allay the scorching heat of a summer's sun And the autumn's frost, how beautifully it bedecks the trees, the shrubs and the grass; though it strips them of their summer's vendure, and warns them that they must soon receive the buffetings of the winter's tempest ! This is but water, which has given up its transparency for its beautiful whiteness and its elegant crystals. The snow too vhat is that but these same pure drops thrown into crystals by winter's icey hand ? and? does not the first summer's sun return them "to the same liquid drops ! The majestic river, and the boundless ocean what are they Are they not made of drops of ' But you know, Helen,' replied the father, ! water! How the river steadily pursues its course ihat your mother doesn't feel well.' ' Does scolding make her better V asked the it 1 Where's Tom!' asked Mr. Telford, ad- child, in a changed and curious voice. dressing Helen, but before she had time to re- This was rather a difficult question to an- ply, his wife said swer under ihe circumstances. 4 I've sent him off to bed. The child has ' No I don't suppose it does,' replied Mr. seemed possessed all day, and has almost wor- Telford, wiih some reluctance in his voice, ried the life oui of me." ' Then why does she scold so much ?' Mr. Telford did not inquire as to the particu- Because you worry her so, dear.' lar crime of which Tom had been guiliv, for ' No I don't. Mrs. Lane doesn't sotild Katy; that would only lead his wife to say a good and she's sick sometimes. Her head ached deal on the subject of the child's faults, and his yesterday, but she didn't scold a bit. I wish ears were eager for more pleasant sounds. So mamma wouldn't scold so. Wont you tell her he kept silence. not to scold, papa V When supper was announced all but unlucky ' Let's talk about something else, dear.' said Tom appeared In ihe dining room. Somehow Mr. Telfor,d. Wouldn't you like to go to Fair- or other, a scolding fretful mistress, usually has mont to-morrow afternoon V careless and neglectful servants. Whether ' Oh, yes ! Can I go V eagerly responded this peculiar temper makes them so, or wheih- 'he child, er they are seni as a judgment we will not take Yes. You shall go !' upon ourselves io say. We simply make the ' And can Tom and .Hettyfgo too !' observation. With such domestics Mrs. Tel- Yes.' fprd was blessed. The family drew around 4 Cant Tom have some supper V asked the the table, and Mr. Telford was in the act of child. 4 Mamma sent him io bed, and he didn't helping one of ihe childfen when his wife ex- do nothing but fall back over a chair.' claimed. 4 I'm afraid Tom hasn't been a good boy.' 4 There it is again !' and the table-bell was N 4 Oh, yes he has !' jingled vigorously. 4 No teaspoons, as usual!' 4 If he'd been good mamma wouldn't have greeted the ears of the domestic who answered sent him to bed. the summons. 4 Now don't let me have to 4 He only fell over a chair ; and he hurt his speak about this again.' head, loo. And mamma said he was a little The spoons were brought and the servant re- vilhain, and boxed his ears and sent him io bed. tired ; but she had scarcely closed the door ere All this Mrs. Telford heard, and with sobered the bell was rung again. feelings, li was true, just what ihe child al- 4 Just look at that sugar bowl! exclaimed leged. iommhis restlessness had climbed upon Mrs. Telford, exhibiiing the vessel she men- the back of a chair, and, losing his balance, had liuned. It was empty. fallen over at the feet of his mother, who, hav- The girl took the sugar bowl with no very ing already lost all patience, on the impulse of amiable gesture, and in her own time sripplied the moment boxed his ears and sent him off to ihe deficiency. ' - bed, muttering to herself as he left the room 4 You'd have better staid all night,' said Mrs. 4 1 hope I'll have a little peace now !' j Telford, when tho sugar bowl at length ap- Poor Mrs. Telford! She had not felt well peared, all day. Her nerves were in an excitable con- 4 I came as quick as I could,' was replied in union, and vibrated at the sligniest toucn. ah insulting tone. This state had been increased through want ol Ai this the lady fired up and gave utterance any attempt at self-government, and the sum- to a pretty sharp rebuke ; which the domestic moning of kind and deliberate feelings to her received with sundry mutlerings of discontent aid. Every little thing was felt as an annoy- and then withdrew. ance. The weight of a feather proved a bur- a ;ia 4 It's downright wilfulness !' said Mrs. Tel- den. Thus it went on, all around re-acting up-1 in"3 emogises mm. ford ; 4 and if she don't take care, I'll send her on her excitable feolmgs, until a condition of off about her business.' things arrived such as we have seen, ror a The tea was now served around, and Mr brief season, a more unhappy family could hard ly have been found in the city. As the last remark of Helen about Tom fell upon ihe mother's ears, her true maternal sym- from the mountain's top, down the declivity-, over the cliff, and through the plain, taking with it every thing in its course! How many mighty ships does the ocean float upon its bosom ! How many fishes spifirt in it3 waters! How does it form "a lodging place for the Amazon, the Mississippi, the Danube, the Rhine, the Ganges, the Lena, and the Hoang Ho ! How piercing are these pure limpid drops ! i How do they find their way into the depths of the earth, and ever the solid rock ! How many thous and streams, hidden from our view by mountain masses, are steadily pursuing their courses, deep from the surface which forms our standing place for a few short days ! In the air, too, how it diffuses itself ! Where can a particle of air be found which does not contain an atom of water! Whose heart ought not to overflow with grati tude to the abundant Giver of this pure liquid, which his own hand has deposited in the deep and diffused through the floating air and the solid earth ! Is it the farmer, whose field, by the gentle dew and the abundant rain bring forth fatness ! Is it the mechanic Whose saw, lathe, spindle and shut tle are moved with his faithful servant ! Is it the merchant, on his return from the noise and perplex- ities of business, to the table of his family, richly supplied with the varieties and the luxuries of the four quarters of the globe, produced by the abun dant rain, and transported across the mighty, but yielding ocean! Is it the physician, on his admin istering to his patient some gentle beverage or a more active healer of the disease which threatens ! Is it the clergyman, whose profession is id make others feel and that by feeling himself that the slightest favor and the richest blessing are from the same source, and from the same abundant and constant Giver ! Who that still has a glass5of water and a crumb of bread, is not ungrateful tov complain ! H Pelford, after helping the children, helped him self, and was lifting the cup to his lips, when his wife exclaimed, . . a i - jm - m 4 There ! Just see what you are about! pathies came back. She waited to hear no jook at ihe table cloth now ! I've a great mind more, but went quickly up to the room to which, to'sendyou away without another' mouthful.' the child had been banished. She found him Mr. Telford replaced his cup in his saucer lying on his bed fast asleep, and now for the without having lasted its contents, and turned to see the cause of his new. ebullition. Hellen n trying to pour her tea into her saucer, had pilled a part of it oh the laole-cioin ; u was a imple accident. "Tlie phjUf TeU this and ihe niusiice of tHe harsh rebuke. 'AShe had been in a bad state of mind all day, ovving, rriairily, o a readiibh updn herself of her mothers un happy feelings. EUt on the app.eaTauce ol tier fattier a better and tenderer state came. She fat softened and subdued. It was upon this better stale ihat the unkind words of her moth er fell, and they came with a jar that would not have been felt.onder other circumstances. The poor child felt, deeply hurl Tears came in--j stantly io her eyes,8 -'aii&Were soon falling over herface. 4 You need'nt set up a cry about it I' said the mother in-a harsh voice. 4 Another timo look better io what you are doing V first time became aware thai in falling he had cut the sidB of his face, which was covered wiih blood thai had oozed from the wound. The cut was of no consequence, really, but the sight of ihe blood filled the heart of the mother .. mi? i t..i .i : L wltn wiiu- aiarm. ivusning uown siaira sue cu ieredfthe chamber where her husband siill held Helen in his arms, and exclaimed, with a wild look-r- , . ' Qh, Mr. Telford ! Come up stairs, quick !' 4 Whajt'e the matier;?' eageily inquired, the husbapp1, - t 4 Qh,!comn, quick ! quick j' f , . Mr. Telford followed his wife wiih. a falling heart. Her manner filled him wiin a vague j jju't terrible fear, which was in ho wise allayed by the first glance obtained of Tom's bloody face. H was hot long, however, in discover ing that tho child was in, a pleasant sleep, and His character. An editor in vindicating the private character of a friend who had been nailed for sheep stealingj " We have known Mr. Thom as for twelve years. Our acquaintance commenc ing with the great equinoctial storm which, blew down our grandfather's barn. At that time he was a young man in the prime of life, and we think raised the best marrow-fat peas we ever eat. He was a good mathematician, kind to the poor, and troubled with the piles. In all the rela tions of husband, father, uncle and trustee of com mon lands, he has followed the direct standard Of duty. Mr. Thomas is at this time forty-three years' of age, slightly marked with the small-pox, an es- ! : i u . u, .i M r lliuauic uiueij) a uuuiuu inciuuci auu a man ui known integrity for ten years. And as to sheep stealing, that ne would a done it if he can gei' arp opportunity is without the least foundation fri point of fact Mr. Thomas could have stolen our15 lead pencil several times, and he didnt dbv it- Its a sad world we live in " "wi . . . i .-:f that the injury he had sustained was liulo more his hands! An Editor's Joy. f fie Richmond Palladium says that an editor was recently elected to the Indianna Legislature' from Wayne cp.twho was so elated at his success ! that he caught himself by the seat of his trowsers" and tried to hold himself out at arm's length! It is added in the postcrip.t, that he would have ac complished; the feat if he had not let go to spit on
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