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EQUAL AND EXACT JUSTICE TO ALL ME, OF WHATEVER STATE OR PERSUASION, RELIGIOUS OR POLITICAL. Thot. Jefferson.
M'ARTIIUlt, VINTON COUNTY' OHIO, JANUARY 1, 1857.
The McArthur Democrat.
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AlIX. KASCI. JOHN T. 87ERCB.
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"NEWER COURT BUT ONE."
1 have finished it, the letter
That will tell him lie is free;
- From this hoar, and forever,
lie is nothing more to mol
And my heart feels lighter) gayer,
State the deed at last is done
1 will teach him that when courting,
He should never court but onel
- Zvery body in the village,
Knows he's been a wooing me,
And this morning he was riding
Wi th th at saucy A n na Lee,
They say he smiled upon her,
As he canter'd by her side;
And I'll warrant yon bo's proals'd
To make her his bride.
Brit I've finished it, the letter,
From this moment he Is free
He may have her if he wants her,
If he love her more than me,
He may go-it will not kill me
I won Id say the same,so there,
If I knew it would, for flirting,
It ia more than I can bear.
It 1 twilight and the evening
That he said he'd visit me
And no doubt he' cow with Ann,
' ' ' He may stay there, too, for mot ' ' '
And as true as I 'm living,
If he ever comes hero more,
I'll act as if we never,
Never, never met bofor.
It 1 time he should be coming,
And I wonder if he will;
- If he does, I'll look so coldly
What's that shadow on the hill!
I declare, oat in the twilight,
There Is some one coming near
Can it be? yes Hiss figure,
Just as true as I am heret
Now, I almost wish I'd written
Not to him that he was froe,
For perhaps 'twas but a story
That he rode with Anna Lee.
There he's coming thro' the gate-way,
I will meet him at the door,
And I'll tell him still I love him,
If he'll court Miss Lee no more.
A fellow rushed breathless into our office,
the other day, grabbed a pen, and perpetra
ted the following on his sweetheart :
... Your skio is like the lilly ;
Your cheeks like the roses ;
Your hair like the frosts
On little sheep's noses.
Your form to describe it,
Tis nothing but folly ;
You're a doTly-a-dol-dinctum
"I Love You."
No. She was very beautiful, with
her cheeks of rosy hue, and the curl
ing auburn treesos that the wind
sport gallantly ; but she did not say it.
Not that bright creature, by whose side
stands a lover, looking so tenderly in
those glorious eyes ; nor yet the dim
pled babe, with cherub face, lifted to
the more mature but not less inno
cently sweet features, with tho holy
light of mother glorifying every smile.
Then who do you suppose said it ?
Wrong again. Not that newly
wedded husband, whose home for a
few fleeting months he has aptly call
ed heaven full of smiles and ten
derness, and oft-repeated vows flitting
like birds of paradise in rainbow plu
magewhere a pretty white-robed be
ing, with girlish, matronly air, glides
about the neat kitchen, making with
her own hands the snowy bread.
Where, when the odious Bhop is closed,
be can come homo with bounding
heart, and, sitting with her hand in
his, rove with a pair of brown eyes
over his M Daisy, every little while
stooping to snatch a kiss from the red
lips bo close to his cheek. Although
he whisper many times of love, yet
this "1 love you" was not spoken
then and there.
A tired woman sits hushing to sleep
her ncstl ing babe. Beauty once made
that face radiant, perhaps, but all that
beauty has gone now. Tho blue eye
is dim and laded the whole expres
sion is sorrowful tho pale brow cov
ered with lines of care, l'erhaps with
that far off look of hers, she sees three
little graves, green with as many
summers. Her home is very hum
bleail day she has toiled, and the
fainting spirit almost surrenders to fa
tigue, tho downcast eyes trembling in
tears she is so weary. And every
nervo tingles when the boys come
huDgry from school, some with weep
ing and tales of sorrow, that mothers
must hear. And after thoy are hush
ed with kisses or eludings, it is time
to get supper for seven hungry mouths,
and then tho accustomed, never-ending
routine of putting away aud clear
ing up, till the worn-out creature
wonders with a sigh if there will re
ally ever come a rest to her an eter
At last bIio can rest her weary
limbs in tho cold corner rocking chair.
Tho babe, whose eyes close fitfully to
a low lullaby, lies in his father's lap.
lie ia a plain man, that father, with
an honest face aud great heart, that
would, if ho could, tuke in all the care
and sorrow of the household.
The babe sleeps. With a rude gen
tleness ho lays it on its mother's bo
som, and as tho ruddy fire-light plays
over her care-worn features, he looks
upon her with eyes suddenly grown
lustrous and beautiful. He lilts his
great hand softly, till it rests on hor
shoulder, as he says :
" I love you, dear Mary."
How the poor heart leaps into love,
light, and rest 1 How vanish the
cares that trod upon her very soul !
She no more remembers the toilsome
washing; she reflects not that the
wettv babe, with its link. flushed
check against her breast, haa worn her
patience threadbare with its constant
tears and unreast. She forgets that
the broth was burned, that tho child
ren teased her, that the lino broke, and
that every limb in her frame acbed.
What were theso in comparison with
the steadfast love that had burned for
eighteen years in the sunlight of bap
piness, through the clouds of despair,
wuen Deauty maue ner winning, uno
when the charm of lorellness was gone,
and the freshness of her youth depart
ed foreyer. What cared sho for aught
outside her home, though she had ma
ny sorrows, while such words thrilled
her whole boing ?
" I love you, dear Mary I "
Ah I yon long married husbands,
who exact every attention as a duty,
how much would it cost you to make
your home thus beautiful with all its
cares ? I tell you one word of lovo
will loosen great burdens from the
shoulders of the toiling woman you
call wife. Try it. . Go home some
night, and look upon her with eyes of
long ago. J? or one little moment
think how great trials she took into
her heart when she married you.
Then tenderly clasp her hand, as she
looks with wonder-opened eyes, say to
her in a low and steady voice, not
carelessly nor sportively, but earnest-
" 1 love you."
Trust me, it will bo to her, and to
you both, "better than diamonds."
the less formality there is in it.
Vice stings even in our pleasures ;
but virtue consoles oven in our pains.
It is with life as with coffee, he
who would drink it pure most not
drain it to the dregs.
It is not our earnings, but our sa
vings, that make us rich as what we
digest makes us fat.
It is with ideas as with pieces of
money, those of tho least value gen
erally circulate the most.
More evil truths are discovered by
the corruption of the heart than by the
penetration of the mind.
The only real happiness consists in
tho practice of benevolence, and the
only real glory is the admiration it
A man. for beincr told the truth.
thanks yon tho first time votes you
a bore the second and quarrels with
you the third.
Life is to be hated only when its
continuance would thwart the pur
pose of its gift when the alternative
is marcyruuiu vr ayvaiaj.
Friendship requires actions ; love
requires not so much proofs as ex
pressions qf love. Love demands lit
tle else thau the power tojoeianato
Random Gems. Flirts and Flirtations.
Bbe gave me back my rings and said :
I cannot love you more ;
I begged, and plead, and prayed to her,
She pointed to the door.
Of all things in tho world, the most
pleasant is tho reputation of being fast.
Pious old ladies turn their eyes to
heaven in holy horror. Old fogies
look at their marriageable danghtcrs,
and, patting themselves a little slyly
on the back, bay, she's too much like
her father she won't be caught by
such trash she knows tho worth of
such stuff. Little boys at their moth
er's knees promise, in their innocent
prattle, that they never, never will be
like yon. Prophets and prophecies
are numerous, all coinciding entirely,
until you, yourself, are struck with the
singularity of the coincidence, and
think th&Upcrhaps, "yon may spend
the remnent of a lifo, grown misera
ble by crime, in the dusky recesses of
a county jail," and so you reform.
If you are caught in any scrape, the
requisite number of " I told you bo'b "
aro said, and you are forgotten until
some other unlucky adventure causes
your name to be remembered.
JNot so with the flirt; no, worse than
this worse than having your name a
by-word is the reputation of being a
flirt; for you aro never forgotton
never can you return to the walks of
respectable lifo again never can you
enjoy tho exquisite pleasure of having
a true sweet -heart.
You sco a younp: lady that " you
love witli all the ardor of your impas
sioned nature ; " you are seen on the
street with her, more superfluous pity
is shed over her than if you were a
raging lion ready and willing to de
vour. A kind friond steps in, and,
in a confidential whisper, informs her
of your cruel disposition, and, to prove
what a desperate fellow yon aro, cites
numerous instances in which you have
been " thrown," to show how cruelly
you have treated certainmn(fo,t!
males. of his.
Thavonncr ladv shakes hercrottv
head and says : " I'll show him how to
flirt" and sho docs ; gives practical
The friend meets yon on tho street
and, in a hail-fellow-well-met tone,
says : " So, you're off with that girl, I
hoard. You put on your most killing
puppy air, and with a smile say :
Yes, got tired of it;" for you don't
want people to ininiryon arejuiea ev
ery time. But your smile is such as
you give to a funny story whoso point
is hidden or you can't understand ;
besides, he heard it always knew he
would be always does.
Another kind friend, in a very pat
ronizing pat-you-on-the-Lcad tone,
says, Don't take it so hard -it will
Hurt lor a day or two, out never minu
You reply in a very braggadocio
stvle. Yes. I suppose it will. Yes,
vou lving hypocrite, you know it will:
it has been two wecKs since you were
' - a
iilted, and how do yon feel now J
The friend cousoies you ior a nan an
hour, yon standing all the time with
the puppy air on your face, trying to
fight it through ; but all tho timo
"Yon feel certain longing,
'Ti not like being Bick,
But think you'd like amming
To give him one good kick."
And woo be unto you if, by your
actions or anything at all, you show
tho wound ; for if yon do every young
damsel whoisiust budding into worn
anhood thinks there is a good chance
for her to show how she can nnesse.
And yon. poor innocent, never can be
brought to believe that these dove-like
eyes could or would dO'you an injury,
or that those longiasnes
" Are but to bide the sharpness of the hook;
are michty easily took in. Thus yon
are tossed, or rather played, " tip-cat"
with till the players are tired, lou
then congratulate yourself that you
will have peace and quiet. But not
so ; ior yon are " button-holed" by a
friend who, with rather a left-handed
sort of compliment, says, "JNow,
come, tell a fellow; you know all
about such things; you've been in
them before." You listen while he
relates a story so much like some of
vour scranes tnac you turn to
. A A .
look at him to see that be is not quiz
f ... ..r.
zing : but no, that face is too earnest
for a quiz, and beside, you are more
firmly persuaded when you hear his
anxious tones aking you to tell him
"how to do." After having length
ened your "phiz " to correspond with
his, yon tell a " fellow how to do I
which means yon give him advice
that you wouldn't follow yourself,
heartily cursing everything like flirts
Nothing as quickly ruins govern
ment, whether in a family or a school,
as frequent and excessive threats of
Every good habit corrects a bad
[From the Evening Post.]
[From the Evening Post.] The Forged Will----A Thrilling
Scene in Court, Related by
Samuel Warren, F. R. S.
A few years since, a high minded
man ofrespcctibility was tried in Eng
land on a charge of forging a will, in
which it was discovered he had an in
direct interest to a large amount.
Mr. Warren was the associated prose-
coting attorney, and the case was
tried Deioro Lord JJenman.
' ,The prisoner being arraigned and
the' formalities gone through with, tho
prosecutor, placing his thumb over the
seal, held up tho will and demanded
of the prisoner if ho had seen the tes
tator 6ign that instrument, to which
he promptly answeredj ho nad.
"And did yon sign it at his request
as subscribing witness!"
"Was it sealed with reel or Hack
"With red wax."
"Did you see him seal with red
"Where was tho testator when he
signed and scaled this will) "
"In his bod."
''Pray, how long a piece of wax did
'About three or four inches long."
"Who gave the testator this piece
"Where did you got it?"
"From tho drawer of his desk."
"How did you light that piece of
"With a candlo."
"Whore did that pieco of candlo
"I got it out of a cupboard in his
"How long was that picco of can
dle?" " Perhaps four or fivo inches
"Who lit that pieco of candle?"
"I lit it."
"With a match."
"Where did you get that match?"
"On the mantle-shelf in the
Hero Warron paused, and' fixing
his large, deep bine eyes upon the
prisoner, he held the will up above his
betd. his thumb still resting on the
seal, and said in a solemn, measured
"Now, sir, upon your solemn oath,
you saw the testator sign that will
he signed it in his bed at his request
you sigued it as a subscribing witness
von saw him seal it it was with
red wax he sealed it a piece of wax
two, three or four inches long he lit
that wax with a piece of candle which
you procured for him from a cupboard
yon lit that candle with a match
which you found oa the mantle
shelf?" "I did."
"Once more, sir upon your sol
emn oath YOU DID?"
"My lord rr's a wafibIIII"
Sir Aixan Macnab. Tho Ham
ilton Spectator states that in consider
ation of the long and arduous services
rendered to Canada, hor Majesty has
expressed a desire of conferring a Bar
onetcy upon Sir Allan Napier Mac
Nab. Sir Allan once received a call
at bis house in Canada from the hered
itary head of the Scottish clan ofMc
Nabs, who left his card" The Mao
Nab." Returning the call, the Wes
tern chief was no' to be outdone in
stylo, so 6ent in his card" The otheb
There is another pleasant little tale
about Sir Allan McNab. He was
once travelling by steamer, and, as luck
would have it, was obliged to occupy
a State-room along with a full blooa-
ed Yankee. Both gentlemen arose
early in the morning ; and, while Sir
i, J 1 -
Allan was dressing, uu ww ubujiubu
ed to behold his inquisitive compan
ion make thorough researches into his
(Sir Allan's) well-furnished dressing
case. Having completed his exami
nation, he proceeded, while the chief
tain remained in petnnea astouisu
ment, cooly to select the tooth-brush,
and therewith to bestow upon his long,
yellow fangs an industrious and ener
getic scrubbing. Sir Allan said not
a word, but " kept up a divil of a
tbinkin' ". When Jonathan had con
cluded, the old Scotchman gravely
finished washing himself, silently set
the basin on the floor, soaped one foot
well. and. taking the tooth-brush,
applied it vigorously to his toei and
" You dirty fellow." exclaimed the
astonished Yankee, who had watched
every motion, " what the mischief are
you doing that for I "
" Oh,"slid Sir Allan, (IW'MsW
the brush I always do that wtiM1'
Practice flows from prmcirtor
a man thinks, so ho will M'l-'ipi
' d2j 6 77
Since the night when Ike went to
the opera ho has been, as Mrs. Par
tington says, as crazy as a bed-Dug,
and the kind old dame has been fear
ful least ho should become " non pom
pus mentus," through his attempt at
imitating tho operatics. The next
morning after the opera, at the break
fast table, Iko reached over his cup,
and in a soft tone sang :
" Will yon, will you, Mrs. P.,
IIulp me to a cup of tea I "
The old lady looked at him with
surprise, his conduct was so unusual,
ana for a moment she hesitated. lie
continued in a moro impassioned
" Do not, do not keep me waiting,
Do not, pray, be hesitating,
I am anxious to be drinking,
So pour ont a quick as winking."
She gavo him tho tea with a sigh,
as she saw the excitement in his face.
He stirred it in silence, and in his
abstraction took three spoonfuls of the
sugar. At last he sung again :
"Table-oloths and enpe and saucers,
Good white bread and acUve jw, sir.
Tea gunpowder and sucbong
Sweet enough, bat not too strong;
Bad for hoaltb to eat hotbiwult.
But I'll risk it-buttcr'U risk it.
"What do von mean, my poor boy?"
said Mrs. Partington, tenderly.
"All right, steady, never clearer,
Never loved a breakfast dearer;
I am not bound by witch nor wizzard,
Bodo not fret your precious gizzard."
"But Isaac," presisted tho damo.
Ike struck his lett hand upon the ta
ble, and Bwung his knife aloft in his
right, looking at a plato upon tho ta
"What form is that to me appearing?
Is it mackerel or herring
Let me dasb upon it quick.
Ne'er again that fish shall kick
Ne'er again though thrice as largo J
Charge upon them, Isaac, charge!''
Before he had a chance to make a
dash upon tho fish, Mrs. Partignton
had dashed a tumbler of water into
his face to restore him to "'conscien
tiousness." It made him catch his
breath for a moment, but he didn't
sniff any more at the table; though the
opera lever still follows him elsewhere
She is about him.
relatJoTy', f""?t; .fK" , ecnre for it
A New York correspondent of tho
Albany Argus B&ja that Colonel i?ro
mont has challenged Toombs, of Geor
gia, to a duel. Exchange.
Another rumor confirms tho above.
It is rumored that the arrangements
for the meeting are all complete, and
that the battle ground has been select
ed. Henry Ward Boecher, the Brook
lyn warrior and philanthropises to be
Fremont s second ;and Brooks.of South
Carolina,istobethe second for Toombs.
Drs.U.Greeloy and T. Weed.will be in
attendance on Fremont they having
bled him bo frequently they understand
bis constitution. The weapons will be
Sbarpe'a rifles, loaded by Beecher
with Kansas gas. Tho distance will
bo four milos (by the request of Fro
mont,) and the time midnight (by the
request of Beecher.) The com batan ts
to wheel and fire liko fury. Toombs
thinks this is the surest way to kill
Fremont (scare him to death,) and,
therefore, consents to time and dis
tance. Brooks desires canes for wea
pons. The ground selected is Kamt
schatka (by advice of Bnrlingame.)
A boat will be chartered by Congress
to take as many of Fremont's friends
as desire to be "in at the death," with
the understanding that they are to re
main there to Icccp slavery from
spreading its blight over that fertile
country. After the fight a Kamt
schatka dog will give a howl for free
dom. Lockport Advertiser.
The above is one of the best satires
upon the ridiculous military chivalry
ot the Black Republicans that has fal
len under our observation in a long
time. The "Clifton House" heroism
of Burlingame, and the "Sharpe's ri
fle" courage of Beecher, the "soften
ing brain" of Sumner.and the "wounds
of bleeding Kansas," together form
more salient points for ridicule than
were ever before presented by any
political faction. It will be many
years before the actors in the "free
Kansas" humbug will be forgotten by
the public, whom they so cgregiously
swindled. Cincinnati Enquirer.
OCT Dr. George Bachelor, after lis
tening with torture to a pressing ac
count of "symptoms" from alady,
who ailed so little that she was going
to the opera that evening, happily es
caped from the room, when he was ur
gently requested to step up stairs
again, it was to ask whether, on nor
return from the opera, she might eat
some oysters! "xes, ma am, saia
A a. Vf 1
the Doctor, "shells and all."
L7A very excellent
SOUght tO inete&ntenw.nS thobcinty
"As a literftrv ami fnmiW .TrtarwaJ -
, , J " w Ii 1X3 no
LWitatiouinproooHiH'iiiKitthe bet among onr
exoliannes. We dvi ladies to procure it with-
"We dislike puffina oitves-- '"'
wo are bouijil-'
Wit and Humor.
Dobbs Makes a "Pint."
Dobbs walked into a dry goodery
on Court street, and began to look
around. A double jinted clerk ap
peared to Dobbs.
"What can I do for you, sir?" says
"A good deal," says Dobbs, "bat
bet yon won't."
"I'll bet I will," says the knight
of the yard-stick, "if I can."
"What '11 yon bet of that?" says the
"I'll bet a fourpenccl" says tho
clerk, with a cute nod.
Til go it," says Dobbs. "Now,
trust for a couple dollars wuth of your
"Lost, by Ned!" says conntor-hop-yer.
"Well, there's the fourpence."
"Thank you; I'll call again when I
want to trade," says Dobbs.
"Do, if you please would'nt like
to loose your custom no how," said
Polite young man that as soon a9
his chin vegetates, provided his dick
ey don't cut his tbroat,he'll he be arter
the galls, Dobb thinkBl
[Humors of Falconbridge.
La. me!" sighed Mrs. Partington.
"here I have boon suffering the biga
mies of death for three mortal weeks.
First I was seized with a bleeding
Ehrenology in the left hampshire of tho
rain, which was exceeded by a stop-
ago of the left ventilator of tho heart.
his gave me an inflammation, of the
borax, and now 1 am sick with tho
chloroform morbus. There is nobles
sing like that of health, particular when
you re sick."
Rattier Touch. Tho Bangor
Journal tolls a story of a loafer who
was furnished with lodgings in tho
watch-house of that city ono night last
week, whose slumbers were disturbed
by a voracious rat,which gnawed a hole
an inch in diameter through the heel
of his boot, and opened a ventilator in
the crown of his hat considerably lar
ger than a pig's eye. They have great
rats in Bangor.
Youno America. The following
specimen of " Young Americanism"
we think ia too good to bo lost.
One night Freddy had been put to
bed, and mother and Johnny were in
an adjoining room. Presently John
ny cut up some caper, on which moth
er threatened to take him into the
other room and whip him.
' Mother," said Frsddy's voice un
der tho bed clothes, "I know where
I'd take him."
" Where I " said mother, whose cu
riosity was excited.
" rd take him under the left car 1 1
Rent Day. "Tell vour master
that I have torn one of tho window
curtains, and he must charge the dam
ago to me," said a boarder at a certain
hotel to Pcter that attentive waiter.
"Ycs, sir" was Peter's reply: "surely
he'll put it down in the book aa
ITT3 "If vou want to kiss a prettv
jjirl, why, kiss her if yon can. If a
.a i . i r ,
reiiy gin wants to msa you, wny,
ct her, like a man."
In a country paper, the marriage of
a Mr. Cooper to Miss Staves is an
nounced. The result will probably be
Not so: the result will be a lot of .
little "shavers ," and if any of them
are daughters, it will eventuate in
DLT Ono of the most distinguished
practitioners used to say that ho con
sidered a tee so necessary to give
weight to an opinion, that when ho
looked at his own tongue in a glass,
he slipped a sovereign from one pock
et into the other.
ID" A Scotch peasant girl said to
her brother, "she could na see just
what it was that made him gang so
often, and stay so late, to see one las-.
sie. For her part she had rather hae
the company of ane lad than twenty '
What is a Gentleman ! There
have been many definitions of a gen- '
tleman, but the prettiest and most po
etic is that given by a lady.
"A gentleman," said she, "is a hu
man being combining a woman's ten
derness with a man's courage."
- - - - vy mituuw WMX
ladies of Vinton count. tli.t.t.aK.. '
v ',?cArthJr' n"HI manufacture
and Trim at the shortcut notice, and in the,
Bonnetaof every description ; aloo make and al
ter Urease. Ladies arc naueatsd to rail ,nA
specimens of woik.