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The Texas Republican. [volume] (Marshall, Tex.) 1849-1869, 1854-08-05

HIso 1uo1ks Asa sAsless Ssssrred In
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FOX CONSTABLE.

G. ". Slater "a candidate iof Constable ia Mar
shall i'.si No NJ ne rnssing ansusi election
Laua,d iiiu y csnaiiaie for Constable Of Mar.
shall Beat number s. At he rnsnine susas' elcctun
J 4 Cot " esndi Ap for Constable, b. the
Marshail trai. No s At tho ensuing Augasi Election
4. n Pro, candidate or toHaoht 10 beat
No 5, 81 sh~ ensuius August election.
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.jolu s. Anirses 5, rrndidats fef frsf,s q fte
Peaos IN Maphsll Beat, No 5 At ,to easulng Augi't
election
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~ H. hsiay !. candidate iu' Justice n he
P.ne. fr Manhaii Beat, No 5 a, The urFi August
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R..4ard s h.!i,r ia Candidate Tor asss'sof oad
Collector u Tasas fer Harrison tenniy Is ~ s'so
M Awrtist election
The Texas Republican. [volume] (Marshall, Tex.) 1849-1869, 1854-08-05

"a. ~ Ercoi. leg ia raniiaa'r fe' p''ir''
A''ofsss. 81 the s,tih Judicial D'n,i al t'r ei"n'
~ August election.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
A Nutmeg Plantation.

'On our relurne to the ship we visit,
tied nutmeg plantation. The trees.
which are from twenty to thirty feet in
highth, are planted in rows, at intervals
of about twenty feet. The leaf is dark
green and glossy, resembling that of the
laurel, and the fruit, at little distance.
might be taken for small russo, .colored
apple. When ripe the thick husk splits
in the cnetre, showing scarlet net
work of mace, enveloping an inner nut,
black as ebony, the kernel of which is
the nutmeg of commerce. The clover
tree, not now in lis bearing season, has
some resemblance to the nutmeg, but the
leaf is smaller aud the foliage more loose
and spreading. As we drove through
the orchard the warm air of noon was
heavy with spice. The rich odors ex.
hailed from the trees penetrated the frame
with sensation of languid and volup,u.
ous repose. Perfume became an appe.
,ile, and the senses were diugged with
an overpowering feeling Of LUXURY
Had continued to indulge in it. should
ere long have realized the Sybarite' .
complaint Of bis cfumpied rose-leaf.'-
Bayard Taylor.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
A First Rate Puff.

At the Supreme Cour, of Vermont,
Mrs. Sarah A. Mott was divorced from
her husband, Mr.. Darwin Mott. The
Rutland Herald gives the following biog-
raphy of this worthy, which for pi,h is
rarely equalled:
We know that man-Darwin Mott.
He came to ST. Albans with a long face
silver headed cane, and Rev. prefixed
to his name. He preached on faith few
months, and suddenly changed it. He
preached, went hunting the same day
He preached on temperance, (and the
people were astonished a, his stolen lee
lures and feigned honesty, and go,drunk.
tie lectured to young ladies, anG played
the ddul,erer-stole money, and charged
the theft upon the servant girl--got the
Office OF Deputy Inspector-got drunk
on smuggled liquor-took one shirt. an.
other mans wife, and bundle Of man.
uscrlpt sermons, and ran away from his
own wife. his paper, and crowd oil
creditors"
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
Over.DOctoring.

"Our fathers and mothers are still
hale and hearty. at sixty, seventy, or 80
years of age. and yet they never bother.
ed themselves. about the liver and stom-
ach. aud digestion. and brown bread and
baths, and hair brushes; they lived in
blissful ignorance of The locality OF the
liver, lights or any thing else than the
stomach; The whereabouts of shat ami
NAL they are regularly aud pleasurably
reminded of, three times day; but not
SO with US, their degenerate sons. whose
houses are numbered with double sashes
to keep all the pure air out, while every
pains is taken to keep the foul air in;
with patent showers baths to chill us to
death; with hot.air furnaces to stew us
with their stliilng, humid heat; with car.
pets to hide dust aud dirt. to harbor
dampness anc noxious gasses; and lazy
loaing rocking chairs, to insure three
crooks ia every spine; and cushioned o,-
tomans. sofas, lounges, fau,euilles. VISA
Wis. and great many o.her French
things. 10 engender lingering death. -
DR.. Hall.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
DOGOLOGY.

We have heard many good things
that EN- enated from the keen wit of the
Rev. Mr.. Hunt, but the last one threw
rs down entirely. A man recently pass
ing Mr.. Hunt, was accompanied by a
small dog; and The little canine scoundrel
took sudden fancy to stick his teeth
inlo the old gen,lemans legs! This ply
sical manifestation not proving sa,isfac.
tory TO the clerical victim he determined
to victimize the dog in turn, and drawing
upon him the big end of his cane soon
added another subject to the ,ombs.-
Then began The drama tragi.comedy:
Slranger-Why did you kill my dog!
Hun,--Because he was agoing 10 bite
me.
Stranger--Why didr's you use the
small end Of your cursed stick?--you
could have frightened and no, killed him!
Hunt excited-Why didn't your dog
come at me tail first, then!
Exi. stranger.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
CruntOlOgy.

Length Of head from frCnt to back, we
have heard an eminent and very o5serv.
ing man, declare to be, accordin, to his
experience, the mos. constant physi-
ognomic sign of ability. Only in one
eminent head, that Of Sir Walter Scott,
had he found this sign wanting: and in
this case, the want was significant
Next TO length or depth, his idea was,
that high,h over the ears, as in Scott $
head. was the best sign, although i. was
not near SO essential. 10 US it appears,
that if to the two dimensions of length
or depth and hghth, as thus ex pounded,
we add the third dimension of breadth,
and if we attach 10 the three terms their
corresponding popular meanings when
used In speaking of mental character
regarding deep head, or head long
from front TO back, or from forehead TO
the ears. as significa Mt of depth or acute.
ness; high head or head rising high
above his ears, as significant of moral
elevation; and a broad head as measured
across and behind the temples, as signifi-
cant OF what is called width OF general
aliiy Of view-we shall have as tole rable
system of pra.ical craniology as the
the fact will warrant; not very different
either from iha. propounded by the or.
binary phrenologists. though they would
carry US much farther. Here, also,
however, let US not be TOO certain in our
judgments. We have seen 'foreheads
vil.ainous low on very noble fellows,
and grand domes of heads on mere
blocks and ignoramuses.--7he British
Quarterly Review.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11

When friend of ours. whom we call
Agric was boy, he lived on farm
in Berkshire county, the owner of which
was troubled by his dog Wolf. The cur
killed his sheep knowing, perhaps, tina,
he was conscien.iously opposed 10 capl.
tai punishment, and he could devise no
means to prevent it. lean break him OF
it, said Agricola, if you will give me
leave. Thou art permitted said the
honest farmer-and we will let Agricola
tell the story in his own words.
'There was a ram on the farm say 8
Agricola, 'as notorious for bunting as wolf
was for sheep-siealing, and who stood in
as much need Of moral suasion as the
dog. shut wolf up in The barn with
this old fellow, and The consequence
was, that the dog never looked shee ?
in the face again. The ram broke every
bone in his body literally. onderiully
up'lited was the ram as aforesaid by his
exploits; his insolence became intolerable;
he was sure to pitch into whomso oe yer
went nigh him. III FIX him. said |, and
so did. Irigged an old Gro 5ar on, OF
hole in the barn, point foremost, and
hung an old ha, on the end oft. You
can't always tell when you see hat,
whether there is head in it or not; how
then should ram! Aries made at /,
full butt, and being good narksman
from long practice, the bar broke in be
tween his horns and came out under his
,all. This little admonilion efectuallv
cured him from bunting.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
ia swallow had slinnad lie

ia swallow had slipped its foo, into
the Eoose Of a cord attached TO a s2ou,
in the College des Quartcs Nations. a,
Paris. and endeavoring to escape had
drawn the knot tight. Its strength being
exhausted IN vain attempts to fly. i, ut-
tered pitteous cries, which assembled a
vast flock of other swallows from large
basin between the Tulleries and the
Point Neuf. They seemed to crowd
and consult toge.her for little while, aud
then one of them darted at The string and
struck at it with lis beak as il flew past;
and Others following in quick succession
did the same, striking at the same part,
till. after continuing the combined ope-
ration for half an hour. they succeeded
in severing the cord anG freeing their
companion. Dupont de Nemours, who
relates this anecdote. says that he wit.
messed il himself,
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11

The rage of our day is to combine as
many occupations as possible--to widen
and deepen life. If we canno, leng.hen it.
The worlds examples of this are there.
fore interesting. We find one in new
book of Travels, Naples and Scicily in
$780, the author, German, tells US that
school keeping and shoe making are but
one mans t0ork. in one school which
Mr.. Ilelferich came upon, the gentlemen
who officiated as schoolnasler was, at
the same time, carrying on his probably
more profitable trade of cobler, sitting
a, bis door with the boot to be repaired
in his hand, while his scholars. a row
of little boys from six to eigh, years old,
were ranged against wall on The oppo-
site side Of narrow lane.' This is an
stance OF life made mole active than it
would be by either vocation alone. But
il may be instructive TO contrast, with
fast life, some Of the slow life, at the
Cape Good Hope. Another German
traveller thus describes farmer and his
wi:e:-'A more sleepy life than ,ha,
of the Cape farmer can hardly be imag-
ined. The moment he is out of bed he
sticks pipe into his mouth, sits down.
takes his left foot in his right hand,
and smoke perhaps dozen pipes, one
after another. Then he loitcrs down to
the cat,le-y ard. Then the cattle are
counted and driven to pasture by his
men. and all is quiet again. Ploughing
and harvest time gives hiT something to
do for little while, and, when these are
yer, he has no notion how to kill the day.
He has bu, three books. the Bible, Psalm
book and almanac. Blu. he knows the
almanac by heart, and he can't sing
psalms all day; SO he takes has foot in
has hand again, and SMOKES twelve more
pipes, and then he eats and sleeps, and
smokes and spi,s again. And lhen-for
one must have a variely--he sharpens a
pen-kniie on the sole of his shoe, and
cuts with il little bite of wood-an occu.
patton with which he can amuse himself
for hours. The female OF this in,elli-
gent and interesting animal Of course
passes her time in no less pleasant and
lively manner, snd-by t,0elce hours of
sleep and eleUen sitting on chair, she
encourages SO much The tendency TO
plumpness, that she becomes at las, a
mere pile Of flesh. and is usually carried
off by dropsy.-Home Journal.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
$3.50 PER ANNUM, in ADVANCE.


How few break from The stern behests
OF business to ask themselves this sim.
pie question. Simple, we said, and yet
fraught with as mighty interest as eter.
nifty itselI. Every day we are winding
the chains of our destiny about US
every hour taking from life some spice
to embalm our memory, or gall and
vinegar to make bitter recollections of
our sujourn on earth.
For what are you living, followers Of
fashion! The night wears away, the
rout is ended, the faded face turns Ian.
guldly from the mirror. and tie beating
temples are pillowed down-but where
lis the heart! Back in the heated room,
throbbihg in the glare of gas light,
drinking in the wine Of The flai,erer,
feasling on the empty froih of vanity!
For what are you living! For the Ut
ter ansihilation of all good cnd vru.
Gus deeds-the dear,li of heavens sweet.
est blessings. To sing the death dirge
of hope-not as the mother sings her
cradle song with busy hands and the
beauty OF maternity mantIing her face
bu, as the friendless stranger walls the
cornation above the sleeper. whose
eyes, before they closed, were the only
ones tina, ever smiled on him.
Was it only to wear elegant garments!
only TO add care to care! only to think
all the time of ourselves and our inter.
ests, that God gave us being!
Sometime last week an old man died
in Boston. All his life he had been liv.
ing for bag of gold. And his vel.
low eyes and bony fingers fastened to
the bag! Poor old wretch. it was very
hard that what had given him so much
Joy in his life should thus forsake him.
Better have died beggar. with the
consolation Of having spoken only a
kind word TO brother in misfortune!
Then would he have lived to some pur,
pose.
For wha. are we living! Settle this
all important question for yourself be-
fore you sleep. Clean from. the reapers
Of the hours at least one hour from ev.
cry twenty four, OF which you can say.
i gave it to my poor neighbor, and he
blessed me-
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11

YBishop Wainwright relates q
touching inciden. beautifully illustrative
of the religious yearnings OF the late
Daniel Webster: Soon after returned
from Egypt and the Holy Land, hearing
that Mr.. Webster was in town, called
upon him at the As,or, as was always
accustomed TO do. His reception of me
was most cordial and affectionate. lie
asked me many questions as to nv East
ern travels, aud as rose 10 90 awav he
took me by the hand and said, i want
you to do one thing for me. You have
been over Palestine. wish to get the
best map can command, and have you
sit down with me one hour-but one
hour, wish to go with you from place
to place--Bethlehem, Nazareth, Jerusa-
lem, the Sea of Galilee, Jordon. Be,ha-
ny. the Mount Of Olives, and tell me, az
| point. how i. looks; the hills. the trees.
the rocks, the land, the water. | can
never 60 there, but would look as near
ly as l can upon every spot sanclifed
by the presence of our blessed Lo.d
while he ,abernacled in the flesh.' His
eyes filled with tears, and he earnestly
pressed my hand. Mul,itudes Of emo
tions swelled my heart. returned the
pressure, and in silence departed"
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
Price Of scents.

Presse. in his annals of chemistry,
says: "rhe wealth Of England is ap,ly
illustrated BY showing wha. Britannia
spendsdsnd ,he duey shs pays 10 the
Excl oer. foE The mess pleasure of
per(amine her hapdkerchief. Az fow-
ers, lor the ssks Of their perfumes. are
oiI1he continent principally cultivated
for tssde purposes. the odors derived
from them. when imported into This
country, 10 the form Of essenlial oils. are
taxed with : saan duty Of !. per
pound. end i found 10 yield revenue
Of just 8l2, 900 per annum. The duty
upon Esu.de. Cologne. imported ia The
yssr 1852, was, in round numbers. 2lO.-
80. II. per bottle upon 2OO. 900 i1agonsl
impolted. The duty upon the spirits
peed in tho manufacture Of perfumery at
home. i Al least R20. 900, making To-
81 e42, 900 per annum to the revenue.
Independent Of the tax upon snud, which
some Of the ancient Britons indulge
their nosss with. II R42.O0O repre-
sem the smal; tax upon perfuming sub
siancog lor one year, ten times that a.
mount5sth very lowest estimate which
can be put upon the articles, as their
average retail cost. BY these calcula-
tions (and they are quite within the
mark, we discover that Britannia spends
942O.0O0. (about $2,000,000 year in
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
HOW SHE sERVED-HIM
A SENTIMENTAL STORY.
BY RICHARD EVERETT.


Mark how soon it fades away:
Like the rainbow's fitful CLEAN,
Constant only for for day.
We very seldom venture 10 write a
"love story" as it is ,ermed-tha, is,
chronicle all the events, sweet and sour,
of somebody's cour,ing experience. We
are unskillec in the Ovidian art, and
therefore incompetent to describe the ioy
and jealousy. happiness and misery, at
tendant upon the mingling of "lwo fond
hearts into ont" as some poet says
Cupid is no great friend of ours, SO we
feel like trespassing on forbidden gr ou nd
when we attempt 10 relate little Incl.
dent in life which "came under our OBJ.
servaiion." las, summer, while ruralizins
away "Down East" And we mus, be
excused for putting in few words Of
moralizing. as sor. of prelude 20 our
sketch. Providencs seems to have sent
among US, tor good reason, no doubt, a
grea, many hear,less people We often
meet meE and women who have not one
atom Of truthful affection about them;
whose regard soon es and goes" as poll
cy may dictate. or occasion demand.
In the nature of man this is bad e.
nough. but when woman. gentle, lovely,
and as we always say, afieclionaie wo.
man, shows herself TO be the cold. sell
fish hypocri,e, j. seems as though beneath
the garb Of purity there lurked the spirit
of fend. What can be more de,esta.
BILE than "flirl!" "a woman who, day
after day. schools herself to
Smile like rose,
But be like the serpent under it,"
Who delights in "conques,s." and in
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
0TTUMWA, IOWA, THURSDAY, MAY II, 1854

Mark opened the letter, first with glac
coun.cnance and happy smile-but ere
be had gazed on that little note an in.
slant, a deadly pallor overspread his face
and dropping the paper, he leaned, gasp
ing against the wall. We were aston.
ished; but he motioned US to read. A
friend picked up the letter; it was short
and read, as near as we remember, as
follows:
"MR. WHILST am sorry to disap-
point you, but | was married this morn.
ing. leave at once for New York; you
will learn particulars a, our house. In
haste LUCY WILDER"
We looked at each other in surprise.
What could it mean! "lt is foolish
joke" said one. lone OF her tricks, >
said another. But Mark was silent. II
seemed as if the blood had stopped in
every vein and artery; aud he ,rembled
as in mortal fear. At length he spoke
- will go, now-it cannot be truc-is
is hearlless Joke of some one." "Ye,,"
and he looked at the writing, '.it is her 8
~ know i, IS. Blu. will go and see. -
He did go-and two hours af'er we learn.
ed the truth.
Five days before, a -oung man named
Arthur B--s, had returned from
California, where he had been for three
years. He was reported to be very
wealthy, and hal returned to reside in
Lunenberg, his native village. He met
Lucy Wilder at church-was introduced
visited her tina, evening-the next, and
then offered her his hand. And she, vi
ola,ing every womanly Characteristic
every holy bond that bound her to an
o.her-the solemn remons,rances of her
parents and friends, accepted him. They
were married, but not in her fathers
house. The good Deacon was shocked
TO see the daughter he had loved and
cherished, prove 10 be such heartless,
hypocriiical, cruel creature, and s,ernly
bade her leave his roof. She did so,
and sending to poor Marx the brief note
we have mentioned, left for New York
on bridal tour. Marx Willis was now
broken hearted man. Naturally proud
and high spirited, he would have faced
death rather than been so deceived and
disgraceG. The little cottage was sold;
and when we last heard from the wretch
ed young man, he was fast drowning in
dissipation and drunkenness. as generous
and noble spirit as ever animated hu.
man heart.
Arthur BIS and his wife have
gone to the land Of gold. She could no,
abide the perfect storm of condemna.
tionthat her conduct excited ln'her native
hamlet. 1t is now rumored that her hus.
band has los. greater portion of his
property, and that he, too, is becon ing
reckless and cold. and tina, Lucy Wilder
is fas, beginning TO experience that bitter
retribu.ion which always follows course
like hers.
The above sketch is more than found
ed on fact. il is THE fact. and shows that
in real life truth is stranger, far stranger,
than fiction.
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
Strange Proclamation.

There is proclamation extant, ad.
dressed by Russia to the Circasian
chiefs. in 1887. in which il is asked:
Are YOU aware, that if the heavens
should fall. Russia could prop them with
her bayone.s! The English may be
good mechanic afiizans. ou. power dwells
only with Russia. No country ever
waged successful war against her. fyou
desire peace, you must be convinced
that there are but two powers in exist
ence--God in Heaven and the Emperor
upon earlh.'
Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-05-11
POETIC A T..
s@Gsstille|sssase::
NURSERY SONG.

A friend has put into our hands the fol-
lowing lines from an unknown source. -
Their intrinsic beauty and merit will CON-
mend them to all readers, while the SIM
plicity OF the subject and the style, wi Il
make them speci ally pleasing. The NOR
al is told in every stanza.--N. Y. lndepen-
dent.
As walked over the hills one day,
| listened and heard mother sheep say
Sin all the green wood there is nothing
SO sweet,
As my little lam mie with its nimble feet,
With bis eyes SO bright,
And his wool so white;
o, he is my darling, my hearts delight,
The robin, he
That sings on the tree,
Dearly may dote on his darlings four;
But | love my own little lambkin more"
So the mother sheep and the little one,
Side by side, lay down in the sun,
And then went to sleep on the hill, side
warm,
While my lammie lies here on my arm.
/ went to the Kitchen. and what did see
But the old gray cat. with her kittens
three;
| heard her whispesing soft. Said she:
"My kittens. with tails so cunningly curl
ed,
Are the prettiest things there can be in
the world.
The bird in the tree,
And the old eve, she
May love their babies exceedingly,
But | love my kittens from morn to night:
Which is the prettiest cannot tell,
Which Of the three, for the life Of me,
| love them all so well.
So I'll take up the kittens, the Kittens
love,
And we'll lie down together beneath the
warm s!ove."
So the kittens lie under the stove so warm,
While my little darling lies here on my
arm.
| went to the yard, and saw the old hen,
Go clucking about with her chickens ten;
And she clucked, and she scratched, and
then bristled away.
And what do you think ! heard the hen
say?
| heard her say: "The sun never did shine
On anything like these ten chickens OF
mine,
You may hunt the full moon and the stars
If you please,
But you never will find ten such chickens
as these.
The cat loves her kittens, the eve loves
her lamb,
But they do not know what proud moth
er | am.
For lambs nor for kittens / won't part
with these,
Though the sheep and the cat should go
down on their knees.
My dear downy darlings, my sweet little
things,
Come, nestle now costly under my wings
So the hen said,
And the chickens sped,
AS fast as they could to their warm feath-
er bed.
And there let them lie. on their feathers
SO warm,
While my little chick lies here on my arm.