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. E. A. BltATTO,
Tdltor and Proprietor.
Volume 4. -
HeArlbur, Yinton Co., 0., Thursday, Od. II, mf6.
- Number 8.
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Wa lie prepared to execute, upon the
ihoittat notice, in Ir e neatest merrier and on
-the chapeit terms. ll kinds of Plain and
fancy JOB fRIMlRG, ivcb as
Handbill; Wank; Britft.
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Circular; PotUrt, Chick;
Ml Htad; Labtlt, Horn Bill;
tyc, f-c, de.
ffy We respectfully olicit the printing
yetronage of out Democratic frieuds, nd til
'(hen lequiricg work , in Vinton county.
Accnts for the "XcirthurDtmotrBl.
Tb fcUwlB(aDtUiiicalUItlT and Betlpt
fat SebM'tprioa AdvutlMBtatf, (or laJa ta
par, In Vlataa Oenaiv. Ohio.
Pittom Cox, Hamden Furnace.
Ym.Tatui. MU Pleasant,
Jo. Class, St., Harrison Township.
J. Blocb, . ' Bloers Store,
J. GuLiH, Wilktsville.
AdauLyvit, Swan,
J. Sank, Knox.
h. P. HEWITT. Judge of Probate Court
W.L.EDMISTON.CleikCom.PIeas Court
B. F. BINGH AM.Prosecnting Attorney.
.YVn.TISUB. 6heriff.
II. PAYHE, Treasurer.
0BO. ULLOM, Coroner.
" County Commissioners,
School Examiners,
With their Poat fflce Adreeses,
CiciVaATi Fuhacs. Westfall, Stew
art cj- Co. Manufacturers of the beat
quality of Fig Iron. Hamden, Heeds
M'M f. O. .
Eaol Fubac, Stanley, Bentley &
Co. Manufacturer of the best quality
f Pig Iron. Eagle Peat Office.
Vibtob Foimacb, Means, Clark & Co.
Manufacturers of Lett quality of Pig
Iron, Vinton Furnace Poel Office.
HAkDE Fdbbaci, Fraiee, Tarr &Co.
Reed's Mill Post Office.
Bio Sabs Fubkacx, Bartlett, Dana Sf
Co., Manufacturers of the best quulity
of Pig Iron. Foil Office at A thna, 0.
Merchants or Vibton, who are
XoaUn In Sty Ooodi Baldwin, Qaotsiwaio, Boou,
Shot), Orooorloi, tto.
McAbtbob. John 8. Hawk, J. K. & D
Will, Tomlinfon & Co., Owen Dowd, E. A
Brtton, J. & E. Dodge, Shadea & Reynolds.
Bamdib. BenJ. Dill, D. D. T. Hard, 11. B.
Moore, J. B. J- V. B. WjlUon, Wm. C.
j lesson.
YViiBisvitu.-S. S. Murry, John Gdlen.
Cline fit Gardnet, Fel'.onflc iastley, James
Bleakely. Can & Strong.
Aluhsville. Peter Miller, Marcua Mil
er, Joseph Wilcox.
Mt. PiiASABT. Phillip Sain.
Frattsville. Swepston ct fcwepstcn,
Aura's Mill. J. Bloer.
Bibbuibmb's Mill. William Tisue.
.McAbtbob. E. P. Bothwell.
McAbthob.-G. B. Will.
Hauoeji. Davis & Collins.
Wjlkewillx. Cline & Gardner.
WcATBCR.-J. G. Swetland.B. C. Cogswe
Atto rney at Law,
"Will nracticc in Vinton anil A
ties. Office three doors West ol the Foot
Feb. 9,1852. 34 tf
a ..InnS P. VLTLB
AUorneys at Law.
Wilt pracfice in pirtnerfchipinVintoDCoun
Esb.2I.t654. '
AUorney at Law,
ITIIL practice in Vinton end adjoining
Jfr counties. Office-one door east of the
iBlus Comer." , r
UAJ JW MiMOitiimilof Wall Paper,
jljl AJoroera, TTinaow uaruins. sod Fire
Screeds, that can srdl be surpassed in the
VFtBt. FrioetloTr, - 1 Union Block, '
jajf8PBpj J' Cttlltothe, OhlaJ
Come, draw your wheel betide me, Jane,
I'll Arme, and you shall spin,
And f.-om the burden of my song
A mutual solace win;
And, though the flame upon our hearth
With age is waning low,
Beneath the ashes soil and gray
The embers brightly glow!
Thus sat we, by the chimney-place,
When first we joined our hearts
In bends which only true love binds,
A nd only stern Dea th pu rtk;
Your band in mine lay fondly then,
The bust wheel had atopt.
While love kepi spinning out the thread
Which jou had idly diopt.
That chord is twisted cloaer, June,
Few hands are at the toil
Our children ply the spindle now,
That winds Affection's coil!
They are not all around us, Jane,
Yet still the reel turns on,
And lengthens out the tins which teach
Wherever they have gone.
In distant fields one leads his team
With jocund Pleanty's store;
Another listens to the wheel
Where mill streams blightly pour,
And one beside the river stands.
Where freighted arks depart
Upon the ever shifting tide
From inland to the mart,
The othei, half a truant, takes
Our hopes across the teas,
And fills out heart with trembling fears,
When rude winds shake the trees!
And ahe, the last the fairest one,
Who shares a husband's toil,
Afar with daring heart encamps,
Oa California's soil.
Vith these we'll pass the night away
Recalling bygone hours,
' Such menioiiea of our home shall be
A rosary of flowers!
Aud when we tell our scented beads
Some Vithered ere the bloom
Our tears shall mark the vacant place
For those within ;he tomb.
[From the Boston True Flag.
v v II can no longer struggle against
. JJ the current of mislorttine," ez
J aimed Mr, Whiting, a small merely
ant, who had, by the pressure ot hard
tunes, become somewhat involved: "I
am ruined!"
'Nay, my husband, do not be dis
tressed. Worse calamities than this
might happen, and we will make the
best of it."
Bui wife, I must fail; I cannot
sustain myself another day."
You have done all you can to avert
the miflottune, and it it must come.
let us not repine, but bear h like Chris
I will try to keep calm; but it
seems hard after weathering the worst
of the storm, to be wrecked in sight ot
land. 5
Perhaps your creditors will give
you more ume,' suggested Mrs. W lut
ing. I cannot hope it; the note which
comes due to-morrow, and which I am
utterly unable to pay, is in the hands
ot my Diterest enemy.'
lie will not distress you.'
I know him well. He is a villain!'
Who do you mean?' t
God help us, if he is your creditor!'
'As near as I can learn, he bought
the note on purpose to perplex me, and
perhaps to obtain his revenge.'
w ny is ne so outer against your
'Because I exposed a swindling ope
ration, in which he was eogaged.'
How much is the note, father0'
asked a beautiful, hazel-eyed girl, who
had not before spoken, but who had
been listening with intense interest to
the conversation between ber father
and mother.
Three thousand dollars, Sarah re-
piiea jvir. vvnuiog, axing a glance ol
amiptv unnn thn Inir
-r uui,
Can't you oorrow it father?'
'Alas, my child, my credit is very
much impaired. My notes have been
too tnick in Mate street lor me to bor
row without paying an exorbitant price;
aud that, I think, would wrong my
creditors in case anything should hap.
nan '
It is not so very dreadful to fail, is
it, latnerr
It would be ruinous to me. mv
child. It 1 could pay this note to
morrow, i coma get along very well.
1 should not have been embarrassed,
bad It not been fur tbo Uiluro of Jnnpa.'
But 1 suppose it roust be. and we
must conteut ourselves to live a little
more closely than we have been ac
customed to.'
Sarah asked no more questions, and
though the conversation was continued
between ber lather and mother, she
seemed to pay no attention to it. She
appeared to be musing deeply over
As the evening advanced, John Bar-
net, a clerk, wbo had for some mouths
been attentive to Sarah, and who. re
port said, was a favored suitor, made
nis accustomed evening visit. , .
..Everybody said that John Jkrnet
was a nice young man, and every way
worthy of so amiable and beautiful a
wife as Sarah Whiting would undoubt
edly make.
If there is anything in smiles and
gentle words, the aOectioo of the young
clerk was warmly reciprocated by Sa
rah. They were not engaged, how
ever.lhough he called at Mr. Whiting's
house Irom tour to seven nights in a
Mr. Whiting and his wife retired at
an early hour in the evening, leaving
the lovers to 'have it out,' -
As usual, John Barnet begged her to
make him happy by promising to be
his forever. To his utter surprise and
consternation,, she told him she could,
never be his wife, and entreated hun
to think no more about her. 01 course,
the lover pressed her lor an explana
tion of this sudden and remarkable
change in her manner toward him.
Hut she could not even do tins, and
John took his leave, feeling that he
had not another friend in the world.
Sarah Wbitinghad another suitor in
the person of a wealthy and eccentric
old bachelor, who, after withstanding
the assaults ot thousands of bright
eyes and bewitching smiles, had laid
bis heart at the feet of beautiful hero
ine. We don't blame the old fellow
for falling in love with her, any more
than we blame Sarah for laughing at
him, when he threw himself at her
feet and "popped the question."
Mr. Ladyke Somerset was not
a very ilMooking man, though
he was an .old bachelor. True, his
hair was not so black and glossy as it
had been twenty years before; there was
an occasional iron gray hair, which
looked a little suspicious; yet, when he
began to make his court to the divinity
ot his dreams, even these disappeared,
and people were malicious enough to
say it was through the influence of
certain compound applied by the bar
ber. True, also, there was now and
then a wrinkle in his face, which
some young ladies affect to dislike,
But what of all these things? Old
age is honorable, and the iron gray
hairs and wrinkles did not in the least
mar the kindly expression of his phiz.
He was a very clever fellow, and
though the merry little Sarah Whiting
couiu not ueip lauginng wnen lie pop
ped the question to her, she would
very willingly have bad jiut audi an
uncle, or something of that sort. In
short, she liked him, but didn't love
Mr. Ladyke Somerset was a firm be
liever in the ancient verity, that "faint
heart ne'er won fair lady," and he de
termined not to faint, or give np the
chase, till he had bagged the game, or
had seen her the wile of another.
Consequently he held out all the in
ducements in his power to engage her
heart in his favor.
He was not what young ladies call
an "old tool," for he had sense enough
to feel that he could never gain the
victory on the strength of his physical
attributes his personal beauty.
But he was an amiable man at heart
and trusted solely to the influence of
his moral andmeutal qualities for suc
cess. They had thus lar failed him,
though he still preservered.
Mr. Whiting, readily understanding
what these attentions meant, did all in
his power to favor bis suit; for he was
au old fashioned man, and placed more
confidence in the power of a good
heart and plenty ol money, to make
his daughter happy, than he did in the
more common attributes of youth and
good looks, even though the possessor
of the first named commodity had pas
sed the meridian of lile.
But Sarah had a mind of her own
in these matters, and though she ap
preciated her kind father's motives,
she could not think of throwing her
self away on a man of forty, even if he
was an angel.
It waa only the afternoon of the day
preceding the conversation we have re
corded, that Mr. Somerset bad paid
her & visit, and renewed his protesta
tions of love to her. She fiad told
him, for the twentieth time, "no."
When she heard her father relate
the particulars of his embarrassment,
Hie immage ot Mr. Somerset had in
voluntarily presented itself to her mind
He was abuudantly able toassist them
in this emergency, and for the love he
bore her, perhaps be would.
But then if she applied to him, and
he afforded the necessary aid, she
would be under an obligation to him,
which she might hnd it very inconve
nient to discharge.
Ruin stored her father in the lace.
He had said it was ruin, and she was
suro it waa.
What rifht had she to be splfish and
"O -
over-nice, when ehe had it in her now.
er to avert the dreadful calamity? Her
lamer was au-in-au to ner, and though
some girls are so sentimental as to sac
ritice lather, mother,home,and friends,
tor a lover, she would sacrifice a doz
en lovers for her father alone, to sav
uothing ot her mother, who was worth
at least two dozen more.
Let not the reader buddosc the nreU
ty Sarah did not love htm upon whom
sue sniueu sue aw; dui ner Dump 01
veneration was bigger than that other
Dump on the back ot the bead.
II !.... - : " Jl
isjujuuuu wm lormeOf ana
about eleven o'clock the next day, she
put on her bonnet and walked up (o the
Reviere House, where Mr. Somerset
Mr. Ladyke Somerset was a nabob,
and retained a private parlor to which
the obseqious servant conducted Sarah
Of course the bachelor was reason
ably astonished at this visit.
Indeed, Mis9 Whiting, I am de
lighted to see you,' exclaimed he, with
rapturous enthusiam.
'I knew you would be, and that's the
reason I came, laughed Sarah, and at
the same time she blushed so sweetly
that Mr.. Ladyke Somerset had almost,
dissolved in a rapture of delight. '
Ah, my dear Miss Whiting,' you
are not always so kind to me as you
are to day.'
'But I always will be hereafter,' and
Sarah smiled, though her heart beat
like the bounding of a race horse.
Ah, you are so good; aud so pretty,
'I will save you the trouble of all
these useless adulations by saying that
I have come to accept your oft repeat
ed proposal.'
'Indeed!' and the bachelor was taken
all aback!' he could hardly believe the
eviuence oi nis own senses.
'What, sir!. Do you recede from
your offer?' said Sarah, laughing with
an ucr migni a very convenient cloaK
for young ladies, sometimes.
'Capital joke eh? and the bachelor
laughed too.
'No joke, sir; I am in earnest.'
Sarah looked sober as the matron of
the Orphan Asylum.
'Nay, nay, my pretty Sarah, do not
make sport ot me.' .
'1 will give you my promise in wri
ting, with my signature if you desire
Is it possible that you mean so?'
said the doubtful Mr. Somerset.
Take my hand.'
The bachelor took, it, pressed it to
11 la . . . .
nis nps, ana Degan to think lumselt
the happiest fellow in the world.
1 am yours, Mr. Somerset.', .
Bless you, SaraTi.'
On one condition.'
' Nan.ie it.'
Sarah recounted the story of her
lather s embarrassment. ....
'Fill me out a check for three thou
sand dollars, and I promise to become
your wile within one year.'
Mr. Ladyke Somerset mused. He
appeared to be in doubt. . He was a
highsouIed m n, and the idea of buy
t'the hand of his wife, was, to the
last degree, repugnant to him.
You hesitate, sir; I know you do
not love me,' said Sarah, with apparent
'On my soul I do! I agree; here is
the check,' replied Mr, Somerset, as
he seated himsell at the table and drew
the check.'
Now inclose it in a noteto my fath
er, saying you heard his trouble from a
mutual friend, and then beg the privi
lege of loaning him the amount of the
And you sacrifice yourself to your
father, my lair Sarah?' said the bach
elor, as he sealed the note.
I do.'
You are an angel!'
Nay; I must go now.'
The check did the business, and
Mr. Whiting was as happy as ever he
was in his life. Baker could' not
sleep that night because he had been
toiled in his revenge.
In the evening Mr. Somerset called
at tin; house to-see his future bride.
She treated him kindly, and permitted
liim to tet by her side, hold her work
basket, bi d pick up her thimble when
she dropped it which was glory en
ough tor one evening, to one as mode
rate in his wishes as the bachelor beau
of our heroine. v
But about eight o'clock, to Sarah's
utter consternation, John Barnet paid
his usual visit. The poor clerk was
sadly distressed, as well he might be,
and called to desire an -explanation of
the cool manner in which he had been
The presence of Mr. Somerset was
all the explanation be desired. He
was uneasy; he could not join in the
conversation, and aware that he was
making himself disagreeable to the
party, he determined to take his leave,
but how could he leave herr
He knew Mr. Somerset to be one of
the best men in the wodd, and he re
solved to request an interview with
him on the spot.
The worthy bachelor condescended
to walk down the street a short distance
with John Barnet. John told him the
whole story;' bow he loved Sarah, and
how ne lud every reason to relieve
that Sarah loved him. He was sure
that some unfair advantage had been
taken, and he wanted the matter explained.-
'Uonie back to the house, voung
man, and l will give you all the satis
faction you desire.'
John consented.
A few minutes sufficed to explain to
Mr. W luting and the discarded lover
the nature ct the sacrifice, which tbe
devoted Sarah had made for ber fath
er's sake.' ...
'Bless you, my child l' exclaimed the
nertvhaot, bit tyei filling with tears of
love.as he tenderly embraced his noble
hearted daughter.
'You understand it now, don't you,
Mr. Barnet?' said the bachelor, with a
good natured smile.
'I do, indeed,' replied John, sorrow
fully; 'she is a noble girl, and I shall
never tease to love her, though she can
never be mine.'
Sarah cast a sid glance at him, and
her eyes filled with tears. She never
knew till that moment how much she
loved the poor clerk. Bui it wa- all
over now the bright dreams of love
had passed away and she could never
be happy again.
'What, Sarah! do you recede from
your pi omise?'-asked Mr.' Sorrrtrsetv
.Nay,. I do not.; Farewell John,
farewell forever,' and the poor' girl
sobbed convulsively.
Farewell, Sarah, and the clerk
seized his h?t and rushed towards the
'Hallo! stop! young man,' exclaimed
Mr, Somerset; -don't go off mad. Give
me your hand.'
The bachelor took the clerk's hand.
You are a good fellow; I honor you.
Your hand, Sarah,' and Mr. Somerset1
took the little white hand of weeping
maiden and placed it in that of John
Barnet. 'Be happy!'
'What do you mean, sir? asked Sa
rah, .bewildered at the actions of the
Mean? You love him, don't yod?'
With all my soul!'.
And yon do not love me?'
Sarah began to understand.
I like you.' .
'You are his: be happy! You did
not for a moment suppose I could be
so mean, as to take the ad v ant a ire ol
such a noble act of self-sacrifice, as
you performed to-day? No! I love
you but I will not make you miserable.'
rs .....
roor aarali! How happy she was,
and how she pitied poor Mr. Somer.
set, who loved her so much. She
lelt that, if she had never seen John
Barnet, she would have been glad to
be his, grey and wrinkles to the con
trary, notwithstanding he was such a
dear, good souli
Be happy, and that lsn all; when
I die, you shall have half my fortune.'
The bachelor kept his wond and
though he didn't die of a broken heart,
he did not live many years; yet when
lie did die, the hand of woman v as
true and loving a woman as ever made
home a paradise smoothed hisdjing
pillow, and closed hid eyes in then
last sleep; and theie were sincere
mourners over liu bier.
Poor Mr. Ladyke Somerset! though
he found not a wile in Sarah Hinting,
he found a trtie friend.
Woman's True Beauty.
It is a low and degrading idea ol
that sex which was created to refine
the joys and soften the cares of human
ity by the most agreeable nsrticiDa-
lion, to consider them merelv as ob
jects of sifiht. This is abridcinstliem
oi ineir natural extent ot power, to put
them upon a level with their pictures
at Kneller's. How much nobler is the
contemplation of beauty heightened by
virtue, and commanding our esteem
and love, while it draws our observa
tion! Colors artfully spread upon can
vas may entertain the eye, but not af
fect the heart; and she who takes no
care to add to the natural graces of her
person any excelling qualities, may be
allowed still to amuse as a picture; but
not to triumph as a beauty. When
Adam is introduced, by Milton, des
cribing Eve in Paradise, aud relating
to the angel the impressions he felt up
on seeintr her at her first creation, he
does not represent her like a Grecian
v enus oy ner suape ot teatures, but
by the luster of her mind which shone
in them, and gave them the power of
"Grace was in all her steps, heav'n in her eye.
iu au ucr gestures aignity and love. ,
Innocent Pleasures.
t have lived to become sincerelvsus
picious of the piety of those who do
not love pleasure in any torm. 1 can
not trust the man that never laughs,
that is always sedate, that bas no up
parent outlets for those natural springs
i" .,. i ... . i .
ui sjjuuiicucua auu gjeiy mat are
perennial in me numan soul. 1 know
that nature takes her revenge on such
violence. 1 expect to hud secret vices
malignant 6ins, or horrid crimes sDrine
ing up in this hotbed of confined air
ana imprisoned space; and, therefore,
. i ...
u gives me a sincere moral gratifica
tion anywhere, and in any community.
to see innocent pleasure and Donular
amusements resisting the religious big
otry mat irowns so unwisely upon them.
Anything is better than dark. eead. un-
happy social lite a prey to ennui add
morbid excitement, whiuh rosulta from
unmitigated Puritanism, whose seconrl
crop is usually unbridled license and iu-
Rev. Dr. Bellows.
The light here is not the true, . I
Riches amassed id haste will di
minish; but those collected by hand
Envy pierces more in the restriction
of praises than in' the exaggeration of
Archilles Poineslot.
Archilles Poineslot. DREAMING ON WEDDING CAKE.
A bachlo'r editor out west, wbo lai
received from the fair band ut a brid
piece of elegant wedding caka to drsatu
on, thus gires tbe result 'of bis expor
ieur'a: , t . . 4 ,
We put it under lha bead of bus pil
low, shut our ya sweetly as in iufaa't
blessed ftjtbaaelty conscience, soon
snored prodigiously. The god of dreams
gently touched us, and lo! in fancy we
wra married! Mayer was a little editor,
so hippy. It was ''tny 1bvel""dearsst,M
sweetest," riuging in our ears every
moment. Oh! that the dream had bro-
keuolT here, But ao.som evil genius pat
into the bead of our ducky to hats
pudding lot diuuer, just, to pleat ,
her ' lord.' ' . '"' '. '' '
In a Hunarr dream wa ,iV down t
dinuVr. Well the pudding moment ar
rived, and a huge slica almost obacural
from sight. the plate before us. -
"My dear, said we fondly, "flii yo
make this! . ' .
"Yes love, ain't it nical" .
"Gloriou the best bread, puidioc I
eVar lasted in my life,, :. ; . - .
"Plum pudding duckr, suggested ntf
"O-. no deareit, bread pudiiof. I al
ways was load ot 'em," , -.
Call that bread puddioc t" exclaimed
my wife, while ber Jipi curled sligkUf
witb contempt.
Certainly, my dear reckon I've
had enough at the Sherwood bouse to
know bread pudding my love, by alt
"Husband this is reallv too bad
plumb pudding is twice aa hard to make
as bread pudding and IS most expensive
Add )a a great deal belter. I aay this
is plum pudding, "and my pretty Ufa I
bro flushed with excitement.
. "Mr love, inv sweet, mv dear love."
exclaimed we, soothingly. " do ot gat
angry, I'm sure it's very good, if it 'I
bread pudding."
' "You mean, lo.r wretch.", tiercel r
replyed my wife iu a higher tone, "you.
Know h i piumb pudding - '
"Then ma'am, it'aao meahtv taut to
gether and so badly' burded, that tb
devil himself wouldn't know it. 1 tall
you madam most distincir and emohatl-
cally an J I will not be contradicted,
thai it is bread pudding and the roeanei;
kind at that."
it ia plum pudding shrieked my wife
and she hurled a glass of claret ,10 my
face, the glas itself tapping the tlaret
(rum my nose"
Bread pudding!" gasped we, pluck
to ih list and gfj(iftg Yoattetf cufek
en by thd left leg.
' "Plurh puilciiig rots above the din,
as I hud a distinct preceptiou oi feeling
Iv o J)iati smash across my head.
"Bread pudding !" we groaned in a
ruee at tbe uhichea left our hand, and
flying with swift wing across tbe table
landed in madam's bosom.
"Plum pudding !" resouuded the war
cry from tbe enemy, as the gravy dish
took us where We hud been depositing
the first part of oar dinner, and a plate
of beets landed upon out white vest.
Bread puddin foever,' shouted ws in
defiance, 'dodeing the soup tureen and
falling beneath its contents.
"Pluih pudding r yelled the amiable
SDoUte. as noticing our misfortune, aha
deter mined to keep us down by piling
upon our head the dishes with no eentla
band. Then in rapid succession fol
lowed the war cries. "Plum padding!"
she shrieked with every dish.
' Bread uuddine! iu smothered tones
came up from the reply. Then it was
plum pudding in rapid succession the
last cry grow icg feebler, till just as I
can distinctly recollect, it bad grown
to a whisper. ' Plum puddingl" resoun
ded like thunder, followed by a tremen
dous crass, as my wife leaped upon tba
pile with her delicate leet, and com
menced jumpiug up and down when,
thank Haven, wa awoke and thus saved
our life. We shall never dream on
wedding cake again that's the moral.
An Arabentering a house, rem byes
his shoes, but not bis hat. He mounts
his horse upon the right side, while his
wife milk their cows upon the left
side. Witb him-, the point of a pin is
its head, while its head is made its
heel. His head most be wrapped up
warm, even in Summer, while hi feel
may well enough go naked in wintet;
Every article of merchandise which is
liquid he weighs, but measures wheatj
barley and a tew other articles. He
reads and writes from right to left, bat
figures are read from lelt to right. Ha'
eats almost nothing at breakfast, about
as much for dinner, but alter tbe work
of the day is done', sits down to i not
meal swimming in oil, or, better yet
boiled butter. His Sons eat with him:
but the females of t!Ye h6use wait till
bis lordShlp is florae. He ride) his
donkey when traveling, lift vrtte wait
ing behind, tie laughs at the idea bT
walking in the street with his Wife.tr
of ever vacating his seat for a woraatl.
He knows no use tor chairs, tables,
knives, or even spootiR, Unless they are
wooden ones. . Bedsteads, bureaus?
and tire places may be put in be saria
category. If he be an artisan, he does
his work sitting, . perhaps 'usiris? hit
toes to hold what his hands are en
gaged upon. Drinks cold water lika
a sponge, but never bathes in it, nalesa
his home be On the sea-shore. !
rarely seen drunk too seldom ennaka
the truth is deficient in affection ; for
his kindred has little tliriosity and no
imiiaiion no wisa to Improve hi
mind n0"dsire to' surround bira'islf
witb the cotofoits of lift, - - i

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