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Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17

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Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17

MIGHTY CUTE.-Two cotton-waggons
meeting on the road to Augusta, the fol-
lowing dialogue took place between the
drivers
What's cotton in Augusta asks the
one with load.
Cotton, said the other.
The inquirer supposing himself not to
be understood, repeats What's cotton in
Augusta? %
It's cotton says the other.
Il know that, says the other, but what
is it?'
Why says the other, Il tell you it is
cottoni Cotton is cotton in Augusta, and
every where else, that ever heard Of
Il know that as well as you,' says the
first, 'but what does cotton bring in Au-
GUSTAV
why, it brings nothing there, every
body brings cotton
Look here says the first WAGNER,
you had better leave the State, for I'll
be hanged if you don't know too much fol-
Georgia
Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17
A HOME PICTURE.
nr rhAnci9n. aAnp.

BIZ yRAncIs .. GARR.
Ben Tishar had finished lis hard days verk,
And he sat at his cottage door;
His good wife, Kata, sat by his sias,
And the moon-hght danced On tia RooFi-
And TIN ihOon-nghs danced On Tie cottage RaQrs
HN beams vSre char and hE4ghs
As vhsR he anA Kate, twalVe years hAfQrs, :.
Talk'd lOve in hsr HlAllsv light
Ben Fishv had nsyor pipe ofeiay,
And never dram drank b,
So hs loved al homo with his vifs to say
Aud thsy ehattSd right mer13ly;
Right marrily ehatto1 tiny en- the VhEB
Her hAla slept On hsr breast;
While q chubby rogue, with rosy SMILE.
On his hthArs knee found rest.
Ben t6A hor how fsss Ne POtatoes grew,
And tie corn in tia lower Asld;
And Tia wheat on th, hill was grown 20 Ssed,
And promised gloriOus yiOld;
The grass was growing in the msaAUS Ane.
And his orchard was doing fair;
Hts Sheep and his stoek wero In their p1ims--
His farm all in goOd repair.
Kate said that hOr garden looked beautiful,
Her fowls and calves were fat;
That The batter that Tommy that noaning etREnad
WOuld buy him Sunday hat;
That Jenny for Pa new skirt had made,
And twas dons too, by ths rule;
That NSdAY the garden could niOOly spAAa,
Ana Ann Vas aha0d at school.
Ben slowly raised his todl-vovn hand
Through bis locks Of grayish brown
" I'll tell yen, Kate, what / think" said be.
"We'rs the happisst folks in town"
"I know" said KAtS, "thSt We all work hard
Work and health 60 together, I've found,
For there's Mrs. Bell does not work at all,
And She's sick the whole year round.
"TAsy'rs worth thsiT thousands, 50 people say,
BUT ne'sr Aaw them happy yet;
'Twould not be me that would take their gold
And live in a constant fret;
Ny hubble home has light within,
ArE. Bells gold could not buy,
Six healthy children, merry heart,
And husbands love-it eye"
fancied a tear was in Ben's eye
The moon shone brighter and clearer,
1 could not tell why the man should cry,
But he hitched up to Kate still nearer;
He leaned his head on her shoulder there,
And he took her hand in his
guess-( though looked at the moon just then
That he left on her lips kisS
Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17
A Good One.

An exchange says 1t has published the
followingS half dozen times in as many
years, but it looked so fresh and funny
yesterday, as we were running over our
exchanges, that we thought we would
give it another send-off. 1t is almost
needless to say that the humorous yarn
was spun by Lever, the facetious author
of Charles OAMalley. The Bloomers may
take a hint from it, and it is partly on
their account that we give the extract a
place:
Il believe that woman would do q
great deal for dance, said DR.. Growing,
they are immensely fond of saltatory mo-
tion. remember once in my life used
to flirt with one who was great favorite
in provincial town where l lived, and
she confided to me the secret that she had
no stockings for a ball which was about
to take place, and without them her pre-
sence at the dance was out of the ques-
tion.'
THAT was hint for you to buy the
stockings said Dick.
No, you're out, said Growing. She
knew that l was as poor as herself; but
though she could rely on my purse, she
had every confidence in my taste and
judgment, and consulted me on plan she
had formed for going to the ball in pro-
per twig. Now, what do you think it
was?
Dick.
'Out again, sir-you'd never guess it
and only woman would have hit upon
the expedient. 1t was the fashion, in those
days for ladies in full dress to wear pink
stockings, and she proposed painting her
legsP
Painting her legsP they all exclaim-
ed.
'Fact, SIR said the doctor, and she
relied upon me for telling her if the cheat
was successful
And was to- asked Durfy.
Don't be in a hurry, Tom. l compli-
ed on one condition, namely-that I should
be the painter
'Oh, you old rascal ? said Dick.
"A capital bargain p said Durfy.
Don't interrupt me, gentlemen said
the doctor. i got some rose pink, ac-
cordingly, and defy all the hosiers in
Nottingham to make tighter fit than 1
did on little Jenny and prettier pair of
stockings never saw
And she went to the ball. said Dick.
'She did,
And the trick succeeded?' inquired
Durfy.
SO completely said the doctor, that
several ladies asked her to recommend
her dyer to them. So you see what a
woman will do to go to dance. Poor
little Jenny, she was merry minx-by
the by, she boxed my ears that night for
joke made about the stockings. 'Jen-
NY said 1, for fear your stockings should
fall down when you are dancing, hadn't
you better let me paint pair Of gdrters on
Mens9'
Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17
CLARKsRVRG WEDNESDAY,, DECEMBER l7th, 1881, q

while l supported her head upon nay bos-
om. Hour after hour passed away, and
none came near us-snd there, alone, IN
the great wilderness, watched oyer hen
and prayed with her-and she died
The old man groaned audibly as he ut
tered these words, and, as he clasped his
hong bony hands over his eyes, could see
the tears lifting thieEly through bis gaunt
fingers. After \ momentary struggle
with his feelings, no lifted his head once
more, and there was fierce light In his
eye as he spoke.
But have had my revenge. From
that fatal moment have felt pyseH fit:
ted and set apart, by the terrible ordeal oi
affliction, to rid the place Of my abode Of
its foulest curse. And have well nigh
succeeded. The fascinating demons are
already few and powerless. Do not i'm
Rgine,' said he, earnestly regarding the
somewhat equivoeM expression of my
countenance, that l consider these erea-
lures as serpents; they are serpents Of the
fallen angel, the immediate ministers oi
the internal gulf
Years have passed since my interview
with the Rattlesnake Hunter; the place Of
his abode has changed-a beautiful vii
lage arises near the spot of cur eonfer'
ence, and the grass of the chureh-yard is
green over the grave of the old hunter
But his story is fixed upon my mind. and
time, like enamel, only burns deeper the
first impression 1t comes up before me
like wildly remembered dream, whose
features are too horrible for reality.
Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17
From Arthurs Home Gazette
THR BUsHEL OF CORN.

Farmer Gray had neighbor who was
not the best tempered man in the world,
though mainly kind and obliging. He
was shoemaker. His name was Bar
ton. One day in harvest time when eve
ry man on the farm was as busy as a
bee, this man came over to Farmer Gray's
and said in a rather petulant tone Of
voice
Mr.. Gray, wish you would send over
and drive your geese home.
Why so, Mr., Barton what have my
eoosO boon doins9'as@id the farmer in a
mild, quiet tone,
They pick my pigs ears when they
are eating, and go into my garden, and l
will not have it P the neighbor replied in
a still more petulant tone.
Il am really sorry for it; neighbor Bar
ton, but what can l do =
Why yoke them, and thus keep them
on your own premises, It's no kind of
way to let your geese run all over
every farm and garden in the neighbor-
hood
But cannot see to it now. 1t is
harvest time, friend Barton, and every
man, woman and child on the farm has
as much as he or she can do. Try and
bear it for week or so, and then I will
see if I can possibly remedy the evil 7
l can't bear it, and l won't bear it
any longer said the shoemaker. SO if
you do not take care of them, friend
Gray, shall have to take care of them
for YOU
We'll, neighbor Barton, you can do as
you please farmer Gray replied in his
usual quiet tone. am sorry that they
trouble you, but I cannot attend to them
now.'
I'm attend to them for you, see if
DON'T said the shoemaker, still more an
grily than when he first called upon far
mer Gray, and then turned upon his heel
and strobe off hastily towards his own
house, which was quite near the old far
mer's.
What upon earth can be the matter
with them geese p said Mrs, Gray, about
fifteen minutes afterwards.
L really cannot tell, unless neighbor
Barton is taking care of them. He
threatened to do so if didn't yoke them
right off,
Taking care of them! How taking care
of them q
AS to that, 1 am quite in the dark,
killing them. perhaps. He said they
picked at his pigs ears and drove them
away when they were eating, and that he
wouldn't have It. He wanted me to yoke
them right off, but that could not do
now, as all hands are busy. So l sup
pose he is engaged in the neighborly bu-
siness of taking care Of our geese.
John Williaml run over and see
what Mr.. Barton is doing with my geese,
said Mrs. Gray in quick and anxious
tone, to two little boys who were Pl aging
near.
The urchins scampered of. well pleas
ed to perform any errand.
tOh, if he has dared to do anything to
my geese, I viii never forgive himP the
good wife said angrily. s
Hush, Sally, make no rash speech
es. 1t is more than probable that he has
killed some two or three Of them. But
never mind If he has. He viii get over
his pet, and be sorry for it. f+H
sYes, but what good willhis being sor-
-ry do me? Win it bring my geese to
life2'
sAh. well. Sally. never mind. Let us
Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-17

~ If people only kept their heads as
well furnished with books as they do their
centre tables, what an intelligent world
this would be. One half of the Shaks-
pears purchased, fill up rooms instead of
brains.
The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-03
URG COLUMBIA COUNTY, PA. THURSDAY, APRIL 3, 1851

Ar asr any sperits here dis ebening dat
want communicate wild me
Long pause.
Uf dar any speri.s hero wish dey'd js'
rap demselves on de table.
Three distinct raps heard
What sperit is dat?
Nothing heard.
Simon Jones, Esq.-Dats kinder CT ook.
ed qnesliou--dey neber answer less you put
de question in dc infinity.
Pompey, Esq.-What de debll is de infin.
ity yah yah! Ispose you mean infirma.
tive
Simon Jones, Esq.---Yis, dal's it.
Pompey-I know what Ills, but dun no
what ii means.
SIMON Jones--Da, is, yer mus AK uf dat's
de spsrit oh so and 30.
Pompey, Esq.-Well, is dat de spert OF so
and so
Simon Jones, ESQ You unsophisterca,ed
niger, why don't yer ak uf it's de spert OBJ
fadder, mudder, brudder OIL sister,
Pompey-Is dat de soert OBJ ladder, mud.
der, brudder or sister?
Pete Smith, guess as how he's been a
communicatn' wild speri,s down in old John.
sons cellar afore he kim hero.
Pompey, Esq.-Shoa enuf Who told
yers
Pompey, ESQ.,, was obliged 10 give up in.
terogalins the speri,s. Mr.. Miller succoc.
| ded.
Mr. Miller-.-,Is der speri, OBJ my mudder
here
Pause.
My Fdddrl
Raps.
Is my fadder happy.
Raps.
Does he NEE, de spcrits OBJ white folks
dar!
Raps.
Duz my fadder eber see da, old gemman
he used 10 brush boots for7
Nothing heard.
Is do sperit OBJ white folks jist as good as
de niggers in dat place
Loud raps and plenty of them.
OATS jist de way he did de uder night,
when | Iaxed him dat same question.
Some dissatisfaction expressed among the
non believers in the outer circle.
Mr. Miller--Win my fatler convince dis
meetin' dat he is my fadder, by maxim dis
table turn round and look um in de face
( Long pause-agonizing suspense-rerspi-
ration on the company like dew on the
grass.
Table moved
(Three darkies lodged behind their shirt
collars and are seen no more)
| Table half round /! I!
(rwo men and one woman swooned.)
| Table quite round y!
Mr.. Miller-(To the company, Now
what yer tink about UNI?
All speechless
Boy Bills ghost seen 10 vamose at this mo.
| ment.-Bostos Post.
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A GREAT MAN.

George Lppard, in his new work called
The Nasarine, thus speaks qf PRESIDENT Jack.
son lie wAsA HANt Well, / remember
he day waited upon him. He sat there in
MS arm chair--l can see that old warriors
lace with its snow white HAIR, even now.
We told him Of the public distress--,ho
manufacturers ruined, the eagles shrouded
in Grape, which were borne at the head of
twenty thousand men into Independence
Square. He heard us ALL We begged him
to leave the deposits We're they were 10
uphold the GREAT BANK in Phlade lphia.
Sill he did not say word. At last one Of
onr members more fiery than the rest int.
mated that if the BANK were crushed, a re.
beilion might follow. Then the old man
rose-l can see him yet. Come I" he
shouted in voice Of thunder, as his clutch.
ed right hand was above his white hairs
Come with bayonets in your hands in
stead Of petitions-suround tho White
House with } our legions-I am ready for
you all BY the Eternal! With the people
at my back, whom your gold can neither
buy nor awe, will swing you up around
the Capitol, each rebel Of you--on gibbet
high as Haman's
"When think" says tho author, nof
that ONE MAN standing there at Washington,
battling with all the powers of Bank, and
Panic, combined, betrayed by those in whom
he trusted, assailed by all that the snakes Of
malice could hiss or the fend of falsebood
howl--when I think Of that one man placing
his back against the rock, and folding his
arms for the blow, while he uttered his aw-
full vow, By the Eternal will not swerve
one inch from the course have chosen !"---
! must confess the records Of Greece and
Rome-nay the proudest days of Cromwell
or Napoleon cannot furnish an instance of
will like that Of ANDREW JACKSON, when ho
placed life and soul aud fame on the hazard
OF a tie for the peoples welfare.
The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-03
A BEAUTIFUL Illustration.

A florist will tell you tha, If you paint the
flower pot that contains a favori,e, beautiful,
fragrant flower, the plant will withei aud die,
You shut out the air and moisture from pas
sing through the earth to the roots, and your
paint is poisonous. Just so, mere external
accomplishment, or a too exclusive anxiety
and regard for that, infuses the soul, The
vase may be ever so beautifully ornamen,ed,
but if you deny the water of life TO- the
flower, it must die. And there are kinds Of
ornamental accomplishments, the very pro-
cess of which is as deleterious to the soul as
paint upon the flower pot is pernicious to the
plant, whose delicate leaves not only inhale
poison ous atmosphere, during your very
process of rendering the exterior more taste.
full, but the hole earth is dried and devoid
of nourishment. Nature never paints, but
fall her forms Of loveliness are a growth, a
native character, possession and develope.
ment from the beginning. If the sun can
never be called a painter, it is only because
the plants absorb his rays, and receive them
into the very texture and life their vegeta-
tion. So, whatever Is real knowledge, wis
dom, principle, character and life in educa-
ton, is process of the absorbing and de-
velopelnent of TRUTH. and is not mere paint,
ing Reu. DR.. Chccrsr.
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The Poor Man to His Son.
by ELIZA COOK.

Work, work, my boy, be not afraid,
Look labor boldly in the face,
Take up the hammer or the spade,
And blush not for your humble place.
Hold up your brow in honest pride.
Tho rough and swarth your hands may be
Such hands are sap-veins that provide
The life. blood of the nations tree.
There's honor in the the toiing part
That finds us in the furrowed fields;
II stamps crest upon the heart
Worth more than all your quarter'd d shields
Work, work, my boy, and murmur not,
The fustain garb betrays no shame;
The CRIME of forge SCOT leaves no blot,
And labor gilds the meanest name.
A man is never half so blest
AS when the busy day is spent,
So as to make his evening rest
A holiday of glad content.
God grant thee but due reward,
A guerdon honest, fair and Just,
Ard then ne'er think thy station hard
But work, my boy, work, hope and trust.
The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-03
The Language of Flowers.

Bel gprefent at part ynot long since, our
botanical knowledge was brought into re.
QUESTION by several persons, who were de-.
sious Of sending bouquets to their friends,
composed Of flowers significant of their
sentiments. As well as we are able, we
gave the most approved floral language to
our young friends, and this week we re.
solved to publish that attached TO each of
the common blossoms. I, is pretty thought
to talk in fo,cers-,hose brightly tinged thin .
which God has strewed all over the hill sides
and vallies oil our land. 1t is recorded Of g
celebrated bo,anist-Linneus, the Sweds, we
think it was-7-that he once constructed dial
of flowers. The flight OF time was told by
their opening and closing. But to our task.
The language commonly attached TO the
| Dahia, is--Forever thine.
Hyaeinth-A6eclion returned.
Jonqil-First love,
Blue pioht--.Faithfalnss or I must be
sought to be found.
White Violet-Modest virtue.
Ahhea-I would not act contrary to reason.
| Baehslor Button--Hope even in misery.
Cape Jessamins-My heart is joyful.
Csdar--You are entitled 10 my love.
China Aster--You have no cause for dis.
couragement
Bay-I change but in death.
Broom Corn--Industry.
Hearts Ease--Forget me not.
Locust--Sorrow endeth not wheu it seem.
eth done.
Mcgaoha--Perseverance or, you are one
of natures nobility.
Mgrtle-Love. HTthered-love betrayed.
Peach Blossom--Here fix my choice.
Pink varisgatstl-You have my friendship
ask no more.
Epeniag Primoss--Man's love is like the
changing moon.
Rose Bt,d--Thou hast stolen my affections.
Rosem ary--Keep this for my sake III
remember thee.
Da6odi--Selflove is thy besetting sim
Ice Piant--Your very looks freeze me.
Ladies Slipp1-You are too wild for sober
company.
Oak-l honor you above all Others.
White Rose-Art has spoiled your beauty
Tan@y--I mean 10 insult you declare
war against you,
(. W!s.ssas>-Taks care Of your ears they ar
the best part about you.
Mimosa--Your irritability hides your soo'
qualities.
Boz Vins-I change not.
Wall Fiora-My affections is above tim
The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-03

THE New TEsTAhsNT.-The parallels OF
the Tew Testament are eminently practical.
They teach lesson that may be happily
practiced every day. The parable of the
ten talents is intended to show that each
man will be called to account, and judged
according to his pretensions and advantages.
The humble individual, whose example ex-
tends over a small circle, will not be held to
as strict an account as the ruler, who stands
as it were on pinnacle, and is seen and
observed by mullitudes. The sfanlis Of the
mere individual arc like she errors Of a
pocket watch which effect only an individu-
al but when a man, high in position and
office, errs, it is like the town clock going
it leads thousands into error
The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-04-03
From the -4lbany Dutehman.
Crumbs for ALI Kinds Of Chickens,

If you would make u good speech, be on
the opposition. There is charm abou:
abuse that no other species OF eloquencs
can even approach. Till Byron took 10 sa.
! the, no one ever noticed him. Had Junius
praised the Duke of Grafton, instead of clam
mingf him, bis letters would never have go,
beyond the the newspaper they first appear
ed in. One Of the best speeches that will be
made this winter wss that of Senator CaHol's
against the Governors Message, and all be.
cause il is SO interestly malignunt. Orations
are like oysters, the mole they are cayenned
the better they are relished.
Almost every body has hobby 10 ride.
The statesmen of Massachusetts, think that
the prosperity of the country depends on
the tax on shirting. The iron men Of Penn
sylvania, that it is closely identified with the
on the contrary, attributes our progress to
the great rise that took place in the Mississ-
ippi some fifteen years since. Previous TO
that date, he says, corn might be bought for
a shilling bushel it is now worth so cents.
You may smile at Abrowang, and yet wa
question whether he is much more crazy in
his notions than half our statesmen are.
Pratt, of Lansinbulg5 went upon the ice
last week with pair Of skates, and cut a
"spread eagle" that has laid two eggs day
ever since. The eggs may be- seen by cal.
ling at the Phoenix.
Women are like houses, the longer they
remain ITO let,n the more dilapitated they
become To keep either from going to de-
structon, they should be early occupied.
Miss Tulip, IN speaking Of old bachelors,
says they are frozen out old gardeners in the
! fiower.beds of love. As they are as useless
a. weeds, they should be served in the same
msnnsr--.ekoksd--A ARany Duishman.