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THE MARSHALL DEMOCRAT, rUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY MORNING, BT 12cI)()ALI) fc ItROTIIIJt. TERMS: If p.iid in advance. W the cnl of six month, If lolaycd until the end of the year; .1 00 ..1 50 .2 00 ADVERTISING: One square (ten lines or less,) thröe tfceks,. 1 00 Each additional insertion 5 x Column three months ' 00 ?4 Column six months, 8 00 Column one year, 12 00 l2 Colamn three months 8 00 Column six months, 15 00 2Colmn one year, 25 00 Column three month?, 14 00 1 Column six months, . .....J24 00 1 Column one year 45 00 Yearly advertisers hare the privilege of one hange free of charge. Democrat Job Office! PLAIN RULES AND ORM. TYPE CUTS, Our Job Department is now supplied with an cxtensirc and well selected assortment of new styles plain and fancy Which enables us to execute, on short notice and reasonable terms, all kinds of PI ain and OrnamenJOB PRINTING NEAT, FAST AND CHEAP; SUCH AS cmcrLARs, HANDBILLS, LABELS, PAMPHLETS, Bl'SIXKSS CARDS, blank deeds a mortgages; CATALOGUES, And in short, Blanks of every variety and description. Call and see specimens. OLI LETTERS. Old litters those white-winged messenge of love, laden with the thoughttraces" of absent and cherished ones who

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at times does not delight to re-peruse their ! revered grandmother. For more than old familiar lines, ami. while a flood of four score years, she trod life's thorny path sweet memories rush over the soul, revel till her sparkling eyes lost their brightin tender reminiscences, and bright dreams ness, and her raven tresses were strewed of tha long vanished years? Precious mc- with the snowy blossoms cf age; till, one

mentocs of the sunny past, oft they are, when the young heart beat lighter than now ere we left the portals of the fairy land; of Lon Ao," when the earth seemed full of sunshine, and its skies beamed ever bright, and its flowers bloomed passing fair, and we recked not of the wild tempests that w ore gathering in thö dim "beyond," to sweep our heart's cherished blossoms to the dust. Many such treasured missives lie scattered before me, some of them penned by hands now peacefully clasped beneath cofün lids, over unconscious hearts, which the Angel of Death hath stilled fjrevermore. And as I, with a half-pleasing sadness, read them over, the spirit-voice3 of those dear departed ones, sweet strains of far-off music, seem to come floating down the ambient air, mingled with the celestial harm jnies of the "Unseen Land." One, h an unformed, childish hand, calls up sad, sweet memories of by-gone days. Memories of a fair child, who sat with me upon the mossenameled rocks, near her "sea-girt home," many a bright Summer's morn in the past, while the liquid dew-pearls spangled over the long, velvety grass, and fragant flowers; there we gazed upon the gay blue billows, dotted over with snowy Bails and silver oars, their azuro crests flashing and glittering in the gorgeous sunlight, with the radiance of of countless brilliant gems, 3it in coronets of gold. Memories of calm, placid, twilight hours, where we twain wove sweet romances of a bright future, wile th blushing flowers folded their fair petals, and the glowing sun sank to rest in a 6ea of amber till the soft red light faded gently away from the crimson West, as the harvest-moon shone mildly forth in the cerulean sky, rnd the glassy waters softly sparkled in the silvery beams of the myaiad starrr eves of Heaven, Memories of j -j fcolemn midnight scenes, when we heard the storm king arise in his majesty, Irom hi3 royal palace, among the coral caves and emerald grottoes, far dowi beneath the ocean depths, and lash the shining wavea into fierce madness, till, all wrecked and ruined, many a proud barque, richly laden with life, lere and beauty, aank down into the sea's vast mausoleum, their requiem the grand, deep Eolian chant of the vind-harp mingled with the ocean' million

murmuring, mysterious voices, their monumental stone the deep, dark waters, which closed over their lone burial till that "coming morn," when the "sea shall give up its dead." But over the soft azure eyes of the cherub child memory now calls to mind,' the snowy waxen lids are closed forever and on her fair brow, and bright golden curls, the dust of the grave hath rested many a year. Sweetly she sleeps, while the angels untiringly watch over her beautiful clay, in a half shady nook of a quiet village churchyard. There they madejier "little green grave," where iver and anon the amber sunlight smiles lovingly among tha clustering roses, fragrant jassamincs, and white lilies; where Spring-buds bloom first, and Summer flowers linger longest, where floating on the soft May zephyrs, over Southern seas, birds from orange groves come to carol their matins and low vespers; half hid mid the evergreens, is a snowy urn, that marks the lovely spot where the .fair form of little Mary rests; but her pure young spirit is unfolding its bright beauties, with the flowers that bloom amid the amaranthine bowers cf Heaven. Here is another record of the past, stamped with the loving r.press of a warm, affectionate maternal he irt. Thrice fairy Spring has decked the green earth with its precious treasures of buds and flowers, since she went to stand among the glorified ones, upon the purple ''hill of light," to chant with the celestial choir the sweet anthems of redeeming love.

Over this snowy page a youthful face once bent, now lyin?, cold and white, under the cypress tree's dark, cool shadows, that with its black ominous seal, tells how long since she passed through Heaven's golden' gates, to dwell beneath blue and smiling skies, and to wander with her sister spirit, among green, flowery vales, where crystal fountains cat their silvery jets, like a sacred baptismal over the gar dens of Paradise'. Ihese feeble trembling characters, bow vividly they remind me ol the pale, serene 1 countenance, and venerable form of my by one, the silken lies that joined her heart io earth, were severed; when "like a shock of corn fully ripened," God's angela gathered her into the Heavenly Garner, Stranger-hands laid the frail casket beneath the green valley-sods of the West, far away from her childhood's home, and from the green grave of him to whom she i i i-.-.i i i a- rr ; had plighted her young hearts affections, the loved one with whom she had walked through thet.unny lanes and flower-strewn pathways of youth; with whom she had oft wandered into the bright dream-land of fan cy, where, seen through the gray mists of time, the future looked all rose-colored and radiant wifh fairy visions; her youthful heart's dearest treasure, ovor whose open tomb, long ago, she heard the sad, solemn dirge, " Dust to dust, ashes to ashes', but up the starry heights of glory, white-robed seraphs boro the precious jewel, the perishing casket once enshrined, to glitter with ineffable splendor, irapcraled in the dia'lotn of the Savior. But many a letter, as I re-peruse it, calls up pleasing reminiscences of by-gone days, unmingled with emotions of sadness. For hey are the outpourings of true, faithful hearts, which still live and love on, through the changing scenes of earth. Some tell of new homes and hearthstones, wreathed about with the mutual lore of youthful hearts; others of worshipers at the golden shrine of learning, seeking to cull amid the classic bowers of knowledge, the laurel wreath of Famo to twine around their young brows. And, though widely divergent our courses, our life- barques are still tossing upon the same tempestuous sea; and may the unseen hand of love, guide each and all into the one bright port of eternal rest, that blessed haven upon whose green shores the Angel of Death never wanders, where the flowers never fade, nor loved ones pass away, where dark clouds never dim the the sapphire sky, but where the sunshine of glory eternally reigns.' Carrie Clover. It has been thought tluc people are dogenerating, because they don't live as long as in the days of Methuselah. The fact is, provisions are so high that nobody can afford to live Tory long at the current pri ces.

A Ludicrous Incident. It was customary some years ago in many of the inland towns of New England to celebrate the anniversary of American Independence by a sham fight intended to represent some of the Revolutionary battles, and of course victories; one portion of the town people representing the Red ÖcatS, and another the Federal forces. Felow we find in an exchange, one of the celebrations. A little town had resolved to perform the surrender of Cornwallis. Beäcon Moses Jones a proud, wealthy farmer, was chosen to enact Washington, and squire Bigler Wood, an aristocratic lawyer to represent Cornwallis; but let the writer tell his own story. The two companies were to meet in

tront ot the tavern on the common, ex change shots and skirmish a little in which Cornwallis wa3 to be essentially whipped and then most ingloriously sur render. At nine o'clock the companies marched into the village, and arrayed themselves in fighting positions, reminding the spectator of the time when Brave Wolf drew up his men In a tyle most pretty, Oh the plains of Abraham, Before the city; The two commanders were greatly ex cited, and Washington, I regret to say was in anything but a fit condition to act out the part he was to perform. He had been drinking freely all the morning, and now, vrheu the fnteresting ceremonies were about to commence, he wai so tight or rather loose, that it was wilh Sreat difficulty that he could sit on his saddle; lie, however did not know but what he was all right, nor did his men. Cornwallis was not intoxicated, but was a little agitated, or rather elated. Everything being ready, the companies exchanged shots. Bang! whang! bang! went the guns two companies yelled like stuck pigs' ,That't it; (hie) my brave boys: give it to them owdacious Red Coats!' bellowed Washington. On Romans!' yelled the excited Corn wallis, who had seen a theatrical exhibi tion once, and remembered the heroic appeals of the Thespian warriors 'breathes tl'ere a man so dead, that wont fight like thunder! 'Go it continentals! down with taxation on tea!' bellowed WashinSton in a very pat riotic voice, nnd narrowly escaped cutting his horse's ear off with the flouish of his sword. The fighting now ceased, the companies were drawn up in straight line, and Com wallis dismounted and presented his sword L vTasbinirlon. S Well old boy!' said the immortal, as he cuffed hi3 horse's ears with his cocked hat, what in thunder do you want of me?' General Washington,, said Cornwallis, I surrender to you, myself, sword and men. 'You do, do you?' sneeriRgly replied the General. Yes General, the British Lion prostrates himself at the foot of the Arnerfcan Eagl.' Eagle! Eagle!' yelled the General rolling off his horse, and hitting the Briton a tremendous blow on the head with the flat of his STord; do you call ms an eagle, you sneaking cuss?' Cornwallis was down only for a moment, for he jumped up and shook himself with an entirely unlooked for recuperation, on the part of the fallen, and in direct defiance of historical truth, pitched into Washington like a thousand of brick, and in & .... spite of the men of both nations, succeeded in giring the 'immortal' a tremendous licking. So the day that commenced so glorious ended in-glorious. For many years after the surrender, there was a coldness between the Deacon and the Squire, but as time rolled on, and their locks became frosted over with white, they learned to call it a joke. Both are now living, and whenever they meet they smoke and talk about 'that ar,' like a couple of good jolly old men, as they are. wan A Quaker lately popped the question to a fair Quakeress as follows: Hum yes, and vorily.- Penelope, the spirit urgeth and moveth me wonderfully to beseech thee to cleave unto me, flesh of my flesh and bona of my bone.' 'Hum truly, Obediah, thou hast wise -ly said, inasmuch as' it is written it is not food for man to live alone, lol and behold will sojourn with thee JKTHigh diddl'e-kTddifl, threat's in thq, fiddle! "' v-' :

THE SPIIluVX. Near the Pyramids, more wondrous and more awful than all else in the land of Egypt, there sits the lonely Sphynx. Comely the creature is, but the comeliness i s not of this world; tha once-worshipped beast is a deformity, and a monster to this generation, and yet you can see that those lips, so thick and heavy, were fashioned according to some ancient mould of beauty now forgotten forgotten, because that Greece drew lorth the Cytheria from the flashing form of the Aesrian, and in her image ereated new forms cfbeautv, and made it a law among men that the short and proudly-wreathed lip should stand for the main condition of loveliness, through all generationsto come. Yet there lives on the race of those who were beautiful in the fashion of the elder world: and Christian girls of Coptic blood will look on you with the sad, serious gaze, and kiss your charitable hand with the big, pouting lips of the very Sphynx. Laugh and mock if you will at the worship of stone idols, but mark ye this, ye breakers of images, that in one regard, the stone idol bears awful semblance of Deity unchangefulness in the midst of change the same seeming will and intent forever and inexorable! Upon ancisnt dynasties of Ethiopian and Egyptian Kings: upon Arab and Ottoman conquerors upon Napoleon dreaming of an eastern Empire upon' battTo and pestilence upon the ceaseless mystery of the human race upon keen-eyed travelers Heroditus yesterday and Warburton to-day upon all and more this unworldly Sphynx has watched, and watched like a Providence, with the same earnest eyes, and the same sad, tranquil

mien. And we, shall die, and Islam shall wither away; and the Englishman, leaning far over to hold his loved India will plant a firm foot on the Nile, and sit in the sea of the fauhful: and still that sleepless rock will lie, watching and watching the works of the new busy race, with those same sad, earnest eyo, and the same tranquil mien everlasting. You dare not mock at the Sp h y n xr. Eoih en . Genehal Jackson. lie was a man! 0 Well do I remember the day I waited upon him. He sat there in his arm chair; I can see the old warrior's face, with his snow white hair, even now. We told him of the publie distress; the manufactu rers ruined; the eagles shrouded in crape, which were borne at the head of the' tWen ly thousand men into Independence Square he heard us all. We begged him to leave the deposits where they were; to up hold the great Bank of Philadelhia. At last, one of cur number, moro fiery than the rest intimated that if the Bank was crushed a rebellion might follow. Then w the old man, I can see him yet, "Come!" he shouted in a voice of thun der, as his clenched fist was raised above his white hairs, "come with bayonets in your hands instead of petitions; I am ready for you all. By the Eternal! with the peopk at my back, whom your gold neither buy nor awe, I will swing you np around the Capitol, each rebel of you, on a gibbet as high as Hainan's!" When I think of that one man standing there at Washington, battling with all the powers of bank and panic combined, betrayed by those in whom he had trusted, assailed by all that the snake of malice could hiss, or the fiend of falsehood could howl, when I think of that one man plac ing his back against the rock, and folding his Arms for the blow, while he uttered bis awful vow: "By the Eternal! I will not swerve from the path I have chosenl" I must confess that the records of Greece and Rome nay, the proudest day. of Napoleon and Cromwell cannot furnish an instance of a will like that of Andrew Jackson's when he placed his life, eouland fame on the hazard of a die, for the peo ple's welfare. Lippard. R3T When all the incidents of the pres ent financial crisis shall have been written and gathered together, what an instructive history will bti presented to mankind for all time to come of commerce deranged of old commercial houses failing of manufactories suspending operations of the depreciation of property of the sttgnatioa of business of all kinds of ruin and starvation. And all brought about by an unconstitutional, artificial and inflated currency. The banks all over the land have given additional proof that they are whatjthey ever have been, nuisances, draw-j backs. to industry and public cSlamities.

Summing up the Case. The Washington Uninon having carefully examined the cause and bearings of the present crisis, comes to the conclusion that matters are not as bad as they might be. We owe foreign nations nothing in a

mercantile point of view. The balance of trade is in our power: Our cotton crop of last year was one hundred and thirty millions. It will be now worth one hundred and sixty. Our tobacco crop thi3 year will produce twenty millioni of dollars. There are twenty-one States in the Union which grow tobacco, and the crop this year is an average one. Our wheat crop in 1859 was one hundred millions of bushels, and estimated that year at an equal amount of dolhrs. Since then a very great stimulus has been applied to wheat growing. Then we had eleven millions of acres of wheat. Now we have not less than twenty-five. It is seven years since then, which is an item to cause increase and must be added to that year, anp the greater demand now than then. The product of wheat, we have no doubt, will be two hundred and twenty millions of bushefsV It may Ls rated at an equal amount in dollars. California will produce fortv-five millions of gold. This will not leave us as heretofore.' . Then four-fifths of it went away. This year four-fifths of it will remain. Our crop of corn in 1053 was estimated at two hundred and sixty millions of dollars this year we shall have eight hundred millions of bushels. Ii will be worth more than the sum of that year. Besides these staple articles, we have a long list of oxports which would swell the aggregate amount to an immense number of millions. jtsTThe following letter was sent by a man to his son at college: "My dear son I write to send you two pair of my old breeches, that you may have a new coat made out of them. Also some new socks which your mother has just knit by cutting down some of mine. Your mother send3 you ten dollars without my knowledge, and for ftar you will not use it wisely, I have kept back half, and only send you five. Your mother and I are well except that your sister has got tlie measles, which we think would spread among the other girls, if Tom nad not had them once, and he is the only one left. I hope you will do honor to my teachings, if not then you are an ass, and your mother and myself, your affec;ioaate parents." Love. The clock struck ton, I seiz ed my hat and bade good night to all, except the lass I courted; she came with me through the hall; she stood within the poxtal, and gazed upon he charms, and oh! I longed that moment to clasp her in my arms. She spoke about the moon and stars how clear and bright they shone; I said I thought the crops Would fail unless we had rain soon. Then I edged a little clo3er put my arms around her neck, and gazed upon those rosy lips I longed so much to taste. Said I, my dearest Susy, I'll never rest contented, if I leave tonight without a kiss; I'll surely grow demented. Then' up she tarned her rosy mouth, and every ining was nanay; quick irom uer npsi seiz ed a kiss; oh! Yankee doodle dandy! Then off for home I started, I could no longer stay; with a light heart and breech es thirr, I whistled all the wav. Hence learn this truth, ye bashful youth, who seek for wedded buss, no lass will love until you move, her feelings with a kiss. Some gentlemen traveling in a stage coach near Austin Texas, had for a fellow passenger a talkative lady who soon informed them that she was on a visit to one of her neighbors, to congratulate him upon having recently used up a Know Nothing in a public debate.- Seeing a chance for fun, one of the gentlemen at once begged permission to introduce the other as Lieut. Toy, the loading spirit of a Kuow Nothing Lodere down in the country. A KnowNothing, is he? questioned the lady. He is.' Well if ever I catch him in my house courting one of my daughters, I'd run him out with the dogs, and then send the niggers to dig the tracks out of the yard. I scorn cm. 0'The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year.' A truth in more senses than one aa Tom Hood sinesSummer's gone and over, Fogs are falling down. And with russet tinges Autumn'a doing brown. Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the Book of Nature, Getteth short of leaves. Round the tops of houses Swallows as they flit, Give, like yearly tenants, Notices to quit. , . -Skies of fickle temper Weep by turns and laugh Night and day together - Taking half-and-half.

Editorial Courtesy ik Kansas. The editor of the Constitutionalist, published at Doniphan, K. T., pitches into tho editor of a Black Rupublican paper in the following manner: The editor of tho Chief wishes us to bring him into notice, but we do not wish to pIldto our columns with such trash unless forced to do so. We would gently hint to the cross-eyed, crank-sided, peaked and long razor nosed, blue mouthed, nigger lipped, 6queaky voiced, white eyed, soft headed, long eared, crane necked, blobbsr lipped, empty headed, snaggled toothed, filthy mouthed, box ankled, pigeon toed reel footed, goggle eyed, hammer hearted, cat 6plaw footed, ignorant, Black Republican abolition editor to attend to his own affairs, or we will pitch into him in earnest. Wc suppoic the editor has 'more of the same sort, wJ -infinitum! We should like to see the remainder of his description.' EvEnr married man should let his wifj have tho management of the Home Department, and give her as Secretary, control of the different bureaus.' Don't let her have anything to do with the War deparment. Ex. Then how is she to bring the Ixfaxtrv up to tho 'breast-works;' wc should like to know, in casa of an 'attack of tho me.v sles!' It is evident the writer of the above has never been in any engagements. -lb.

A Melancholy Catastrophe. Yesterday morning, about 4 o'lock P. M.. a very small man, named Jones, or Smiih, or Brown, with a heel in the holo of h:s unmentionables, committed Arsnic by swallowing suicide. Tho verdict of the inquest reiurnei a jury that the deceased came to his fact in accordance to his death. He leaves a child and six small wives to lament the loss of his untimely end. In the midst of death we are in lifo. The Utah Expedition Wau in Prospect. The news from the Utah Expedition, given else where u of a discouraging character. There is very little prospect of its getting to its destination before next Spring. This is in one sense fortunate, as the saints are breathing vengence againstit. Advice direct from Salt Like City, by telegraph, indicate a universal rebellion against the Federal Goverment. A large expedition will havo'to be sent out nxet Spring to bring thdN3aints to order. Exchange paper. 3TNews papers have boon called the only paper currency that is worth more than gold or silver. A circus rider in Mobile lately threw seveuty-one summersetts in succession What a capital Republican he'd make! o. A Poem. The author of the following poem on a Squir1, rjmarks that if the last lino is a little too long it is not his fault: The squirl am a nice bird, And has a bushy tail, He sometimes sits upon a liny, And sometimes on a rale. And gathers nuts in the summer; so that his winter stock wont fail. Look here, Pete,' said a knowing darkey, 'don't stand dar on de railroad!' Vhy, Joe?' 'Kase, if de cars see dat meuf ob yorn, dey tink it am de depo, an run rite in Bumble-bee Cotton. Townaend S. Glover of the Patent Office at Washington, who is traveling through the South to examine into the disease of the cotton plant, was recently enlightened in regard to anew species of cotton, in a manner thus described by the Mephis correspondent of tho New York Picayune: He was traveling a few days ago from Hollow Springs on the cars, when they passed through a section of country where the land was entirely sterile, the cotton being only a few inches high. An overseer was sitting on the seat before him. Why, what dj you call this?' asked Glover. Why, that's cotton. . . ottcnr he asked again in surprise.' Yes, a new kind of cotton sent out by the Patent Office.' This was a matter of interest to Glover, so he opened his eyes wider. 'What is the name of this new kind' of cotton? The bumlle-bee cotton,' quietly remarked his companion. Why that name?' 'Becaus it grows small that a bumble bee can sit on its tail and suck all the blossoms without movingl . All hands broke into a loud laugh, &nd Glover acknowledged himself sold. . S ataxic. A country exchange says: As our "Devil" was going homo with his sweet heart a few" evenings since, she said to him: Nat., I fear I shall never get to heaven'.' . Why?' asked the knight cf the ink-keg. Because,' said she, with a melting look, I lovo tho Dcril 6o well!'

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