Portland Gazette, And Maine Advertiser

MR. JEFFERSON AT HOME.

The late President of the United States, is at length as in the recesses of obscurity. As the poet says, How little are the great! when they have once passed over the political stage. Mr. J. has no longer occasion to exclaim, with the Sabine bard, Oh rural retirement, when shall I behold thee? Home and all its heartfelt joys are his, and long may he enjoy them. There will be no more adulatory address, no more "man-worship," & thanks to Divine Providence, no more Jeffersonian influence upon our public councils. But Mr. Jefferson has been welcomed home, and we have no objection to the sincerity of the people in his own county. In answer to their compliments, he asks, with the prophet Samuel (this quotation from the Bible is a good omen)-Whose ox have I taken, or whom have I defrauded? Whom have I oppressed, or of whose hands have I received a bribe to blind mine eyes therewith? He has thought proper to omit one of the prophet's questions, or whose ass have I taken? Mr. J. was sensible that the people knew very well that he had had thousands of the long eared tribe, in the human shape too. a sort of "centaurs not fabulous," hanging about him ever since he had power and place at his disposal. As for the rest, the late President was never accused of stealing oxen, or of being bribed by any thing else than the love of power and popularity. We believe he was almost as incorruptible as Fabricius on the score of money. We subjoin the production to which we have alluded. It is probably the last "state paper" that will issue from his bureau.

To the inhabitants of Albemarle county, in Virginia.

Returning to the scenes of my birth and early life, with whom I was raised. The Virginians laugh much at the Yankees for saying. I guess. To raise a man or woman, in Virginia, means to bring them up, to educate them, but more particularly, to give them their food in early life.-F. Journal.

To the inhabitants of Albemarle county, in Virginia.

Returning to the scenes of my birth and early life, so for soon rustic, which the history of a wonderful era made incumbent on those called to them, the pomp, the turmoil, the butle and splendor of office, have drawn but deeper sighs for the tranquil and irresponsible occupations of private life, for the enjoyment of an affectionate intercourse with you, my neighbors and friends, and the endearments of family love, which nature has given us all as the sweetener of every hour. For these, I gladly lay down the distressing burthen of power, and seek, with my fellow-citizens, repose and safety under the watchful cares, the labors and exertions of younger and abler minds. The anxieties you express to administer to my happiness, do of themselves confer that happiness: and the measure will be complete, if my endeavours to fulfil my duties in the several public stations to which I have been called, have obtained for me the approbation of my country. The part which I have acted on the theatre of public life, has been before them; and to their sentence I submit it: but the testimony of my native county, of the individuals who have known me in private life, to my conduct in its various duties and relations, is the more grateful as proceeding from eye witnesses and observers, from triers of the vicinage. Of you, then my neighbors, I may ask, in the face of the world, "whose ox have I taken, or whom have I defrauded? Whom have I oppressed, or of whose hands have I received a bribe to blind mine eyes therewith?" On your verdict I rest with conscious security. Your wishes for my happiness are received with just sensibility, and I offer sincere prayers for your own welfare and prosperity.

TH: JEFFERSON.

April 3d, 1809.

With whom I was raised. The Virginians laugh much at the Yankees for saying. I guess. To raise a man or woman, in Virginia, means to bring them up, to educate them, but more particularly, to give them their food in early life.-F. Journal.