Litchfield enquirer., 1838-06-28

Doctor Amesbtn.y.- 'spose you have heard of him, haint youi' never have.' Well, then, I'll tell you. One day met the doctor over at Uncle Sipkin's store buying groceries. IL was awful cold. I felt li:lle hoarse, and my tongue looked somewhat furry so says I, 'my head feels rather disagreeablc and akcisI, like what do you think had better do7' Says he, friend s., the best thing you can do, @Ho go straight home, soak your feet, and take a sweat; cause if you don't, yon might have fever.' Says I, doctor, Was jus, thinking a sweat would do mo good, and now guess I'll try it, Sn home l went, and drank bowl-lull of lausey-tea, and if : didn't sweat like a beaver it's no matter. ! The next morning my head was clear as d, bell and I was we'll again. We'll. a day or two afterwards, met the doctor, and, says he, 'neighbor S., have smal! bill againsr yon.' looked at him, and. says l, "A bill 7'--and, says he. Yes; bill for ad~ vice, you know, at Sipkin's store, the oth- CT day. What do you think the doctor had charged me 7--why, one dollar for tel- ling me to go home and take sweat.- S' We'll, doctor.' says I, (because I didn't want to be small, you know,) it's all right, and lu bear tt ia nsind.' Well, few days after. the doctor was passing by my door in his chaise, and, some how or other, , one ofihe wheels got little loose; So says H., doctor, ifyou don't drive that lincbpin Sin an inch, the wheel might como off, Says he, I thank you ; and so he drove in tho pin. Well went into the house, and just made charge of it. When met the doctor gave him the bill. Halloa,' says he, what on earth is that ? Why, that's for Gdvicep Advice for what?' says lie. Why, for driving in your wheel-pin,' : says l-' and have charged you just sey- en and six Well,' says he, the differ ence between your bill and mine is twenty fiye.cents.' Yes,'' says l, that is all you owe me- Well,' says he. 'TN bear tt ia mind But tie doctor is as tight as cam fdle-mould, and guess he's able to bear it in mind.' a aa
 Self-lore. When Appelles was about to execute a picture of Venus, the goddess of love and of beauty, his. object was to con- centrate every delicacy of expression, and every grace of contour, of which the hu-
 man form is susceptible; but whom should he choose fora niodel2 He had called . thousand beauteous females each Venus ih her turn but that was tho language of love-now he must examine the fullness of their form, and theaccuracy of their pro- portions, with the rigor of critic, and the eye. of an artist. In each was discovered some partial imperfections from assem- bling tho beauties of them all, at last he completed his Venus. The damsels to whomth painter had been indebted, flock ed with overAowiug iihpatience to behold themselves in the picture, which had spread therenovn of AppeIles through every city ofGreece. Yes,' said Galatea, casting n careless glance at the canvass, he has real lyhit my complexion,' and went away sat- is6ed that she was Venus. Sapphira came, and blushed and smiled. Poor creatures,' said Aspasia, they will burst with envy, for he has copied me to the very shape of my fingers 'H Appelles had indeed copied the fingers of Aspasia, but that was all.
 The moral is, that many persons pos sessing single feature, or limb, or talent, or disposition, worthy ofpraise or attention. in an evil hour, conscious of their endow- ment, shall extend it to the whole of their ! figure and character, and so believe them selves very perfecf. l