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iff 7 A Family Newspaper?Independent of Party Politics or Religious Sects. *' Devoted to News, Literature, Agriculture and Morality. MORGANTQWN, (Ya.) SATURDAY, APRIL 2, 1853.' i V?l. 4.?Whole No. 190. mv/tvmmn w_. Bcrms'? ME monongalia mirror IS PUBLISHED every SATURDAY MORNING, AT THE following TERMS I? 81 50 a Year Cash in Advance; $2 00 AFTER SIX MONTHS HAVEEXl'irel); S2 50 if never paid, without cocrston. TERMS OF ADVERTISING I Por 1 square, 3 weeks, - - $1.00 each additional insertion, - 0.25 ror one square, 3 months, - 3.00 do. G months, - ? 6.00 do. 1 year, - - 10.00 ?or ono column, minion type, 1 year, 30.00 \ ?or Announcing Candidates, oach name, 2.00 IP" No papor will bo diacontinusd until all irroarages arc paid up, except at tho option of he Publisher. No subscription taken for a Shorter period ban six months. poetryT^ A PAIR OFFER. "Claudo Ilalcro" sends ub the following "declaration? 1 think that I'll get married! For I am growing old; Too long alone I've tarried In this bleak world, and cold. % 'Tis all bo drear and lonely, Without a constant friend; So I will choose one, only, Whose love shall never end. Yes! yes! I will get married: I'll seek a gentle wife, And smoothly wo'll be c&rricd Adown tho stream of life! We'll glide, fondly forgiving Each other's erring way, And love as long as living, And, loving, pass away! I'll have a child, in gladness To climb upon my knee, Aud when I'm sick witt sadness, To prattle unto mc! Yes, children! who will love me, And chccr when weak and wan, And drop a tear above above me, And praise mo when I'm gone. We'll have a little dwelling, In some dim, shady nook, Where song-birds' notes aro swelling Bcsido a purling brook! We'll have a* flower garden, Blooming in perpetual May, And I will be the warden To keep all carcB away. What though'my head is sprinkled With coming winter's snow! What though my brow is wrinkled, It can catch affection's glow! What though this form is meagre,? A throbbing heart is there, And hopes, bright, young and eager, Within its depth 1 bear! Then where's the gentle maiden I'll choose mo for a wife! Who'll bring a heart love-laden, To share my pleasant life! Onco loving eyes were beaming 'Neath many a glorious brow! Alas! 1 have been dreaming? Who? who would wed me now 7 THE LAZF BOY. The lazy lad! and what's hit name f * I should not like to tell I But don't you think it is a shame That he can't read or spell t He'd rather swing upon the gate. Or paddle in the brook, Than *-kc his poncil or his slate, Or try to con his book. There, see, he's lounging down the street, His hat without a rim; He rather drags than lifts his feet?? His faco unwashed and grim. He's lolling now against a post,? But if you've seen him once, You'll know tho lad amongst afcoet, For what he is?a dunce. Don't ask mo what's tho urchin'a name, I do not choose to toll; But this you'll know?it is tho same As he who does not blush for shame, That ho don't road or spell. The Time f#r Closet Prayer, Mom is tho time to pray, Before the carcs of doy Steal on tho hours; Just when tho saffron hue Tinges the eastern blue, Sprangling tho early dew On fragrant flowers. Noon is tho time loj>ray, 'Mid busy scenes of day Wc need it more. 'Tis then thejlloavenly Dot# May tost our blighted love; His snowy pinions move; And from tti soar. Eve is tho time to pray, Juftt when the tints of day Die in tho west, When violets sweetly weep, And weary zephyrs sleep Upon tho weary deep, In quiet rest. How sweet is closet prayer! Wc^breathc tho balrnly air Of Heaven's cliinc, Dews from celestial flowers And odoriferous bower?, Fnll on us in tlicso hours Of holy tim*. A MVSTEUIOIS VISITOR. Tlio Dutchman lolls a pood story of one Abel Jones, Postmaster at Chickasaw licml, nn the Mississippi river?but like many stories in that paper it i9 spun out rather too long. It appears that Abol was a Vermont er, fond of cash and used to hard work. He was a bachelor of somo forty years?had located in the Mississippi valley as a schoolmaster?and being the only learned man in the diggings, he was soon made County Cleric and Postmaster, to which Occupation ho had added tho attractions of a country store. There was a good many des perate rogues and horse-thieves in Abel's neighborhood at the time of which we writ*, and Abel himself was so s'.ary that he always kept his negro 'Sime' to sleep in the store with him. Sime was a dreadful strong black fel low, and with him and a loaded revol ver, Abel felt secure from midnight robbers. Oue night Abel shut his store as usual at nine o'clock. Ho had not quite finished tho business of the day, and so he left tho front door on the jar, though the blinds were all put up and fastened. While he was sorting some letters to be despatched by that night's mail, he saw a man, an ugly looking man?a tall, tough, and troublesome looking fellow?en tor his doorway, close the door be hind him, and look carefully around. Abel raised his head and eyes, and stared at the man while his two hands tested upon letters on one side, and money and accounts on the other. " Good even'n," rather mechanical ly than otherwise, said Abel. " Good evening," was the response, in a very sonorous tone of voice of the stranger. Abel moved not a muscle, nor did the tall, gaunt stranger.? Like two strange, stray animals, two tommys in a garrot, Abel and tho stranger gazed at each other. " What's up 1" says the stranger, advancing a step towards Abel. " What's up 1" Abol repeats. " Yes," says the stranger, "what are you fingering there 1" To this very suspicieus query Abel answered not, nor did ho move, for a fearful fancy aetfmed to have woven itself about his muscular and mental faculties, and the powers of volition were negatived in his generally clear and concise way of thinking and act ing. Perhaps the more the postmas ter looked at the stranger through the nebulous atmosphere intervening bo tween them, the more the startled fan cy worked her mysterious wondors in the imagination,'and to that now no thing short of being Lafitte, Murrill, thed?1 himself, or Doctor Faustus, was tlion before him 1 " I sec what you arc at!" says tho stranger. "Eh?" tremulously responds the Postmaster. " Don't you move a pog!" " I don't?don't intend to, sir I" was the reply. " What are you at, eh 1" " At?" " Yes, fellow,' I again ask what aro you at?" " Who?who are you 1" says Abel. *' I'll show you 1" " You will ?" " Yes, pretty soon, too. Now, drop and clear!" eays the stranger, resort ing to his side-pocket, from which ho drow a revolver. These high words spoken in an an gry tone, waked up Simon, the negro, who, after a more than common hard day's work, lay asleop behind tho door, partially conccalcd from imme diate view by 'gunny bags,' a sack of wool, &c. " Gor-e!" says the negro opening his peepers and speaking in the lowest possible strain, "wha-what's dis?" " Drop and clear, or you are a dead man!" says the redoubtable stranger, raising tho tubular instrument to a dis agreeable level with poor Abol's val uable organ, the knowledge lx>x. " In the name of heaven, who are you 1" said Abel Jones. " I'll soon show you," proceoded tho stranger. ? What ?" " That I have been watching you." " Oh !" inwardly gronned Abel. " And have now got you safo, you old villain I" says the strangor. " Take?tako my money I" gasped tho I'. M. in despair. " Ynnr money ?' " Yes, but don't commit murder!" says Abel, pushing the money, letterB and accounts over the counter towards the advancing stranger. " Vuu villain I" shouts tho stranger, " do you know mo !" "I docs I" bawls tho negro, close in tho stranger's rear. " Ah, confederate I" exclaims tho startled stranger. "Dim! witting!'' Take that shot anyhow," Irawlb Sime, levelling a gal Ion molassos jug and contents at tlie stranger, just as bo came quartering around. Tho jug was 'squashed' by the force of the blow, and down wont the stranger. " Now clar yu'seff, masan, for da's more ob 'em 1 'spec !' And with ono bound over the coun tor, and other intervening barricades, Abe! Jones left tho storo in double quick time, the negro at his heels yel ling like a legion of devils, affrighting tho whole settlement. To the tavern master and man pitched. There Abel foil into the big arm-chair, spoechless. Siine was sort of ablo to give a clue to the case, and upon summoning a posse, the landlord started for the store, wkero they found the prostrate stranger covered with molassos, which he firmly believed to bo blood, and himself a dead man. " My God, it's the mail agent!" says the landlord. So it was. He was on the route ferreting parties who were robbing tho mails, by hook or crook along that route, and upon entering the store and perceiving Abol in the corner mussing over the letters and money, the agent thought he hail found the | thief! This story soon got round tho coun try, and Abel's store was thronged with customers. He sold more blue ruin during tho succeeding momh than he had disposed of in a year before. Abel calculated the profits made off that night's work as fully equal lo a thousand dollars. The Heroine of the Kanawha, Marauding parties of Indians were often seen in the valley of Kanawha, and the Virginians doubted not llieir intention of making a desperate effort j to dislodge tliera from this favorite j hunting ground. A runner was sent' from Capt. Arbuckle, at Point Pleas ant, to Capt. Clendenin the command er of the garrison, with information that a hundred or more Indian warri- j ors had been seen the day previous [ crossing the Ohio at Raccoon Island j some ton miles below. It was to at tack them at Charleston or at Big Levels, in Greenbrier" county. All the inhabitants around wore immedi ately gathered into the fort. At this crisis the terrible fact was announced that their ammunition was nearly exhausted. It was determined to send immediately to Camp Union, now Lewisburg, for a supply; but few men could be spared from tho fort, and none were willing to encoun ter with a small party, the perifc of a hundred miles journey, through a trackless forest. Mrs. Baily hoard of tho difficulty, and instantly offered her services, saying she would go alone. Her acquaintance with the country, and fearless spirit, were well known and the commander of the garrison at last yielded to her solicitation. A good horse was furnished her, with a stock of jerked venison and johnny cake, and she started towards Green brier, armod with a rifle, etc., and res olutely overcoming ovcry obstacle in the ruggedness of the way through the woods, the mountains she had t? cross, and the rivers to swim, undaunt ed by the perils threatened from the wild beasts and straggling parties of Indians, sho reached Camp Union in safety, delivered her orders, being provided with a horse fully laden as well as her own, and set forward on her return. She used to relate how her trail was followed for hours together by wolves watching for an opportunity to attack her horse. When night set in she was compelled to mako large fires to keep tho wild beasts at bay. To pro tect herself in slumber from the dan ger of rattle-snakes and copper-heads which infested the ljrilderness, sho had to construct a bedstead every night, by driving into the ground four forked sticks to serve as bed rails and slats, and overlay them with a quanti ty of green boughs, tho leaves serv ing as a musquito bar. Thus sho would sleep amid the howling of the wolves, tho screaming of panthers and tho buzzing of troublesome insects : at break of day replacing tho loads on her horses, and resuming herjournoy, hor simple breakfast being eaten on horseback. She arrived in safety with hor supplies at the fort. The More Rum the more Coffim. The Life Boat (Boston) snys;?One of our citizens who was a coffin nakor by trado, and who at'the last city elec tion had been all day distributing votes for Dr. Smith, upon learning that he was defeated, consoled himsolf by say ing, "Well, let them vote for Seaver ?the more rum tho moro coffins I shall mako." Tho Now York Timos advisos young mon to keep away from that city. It says tbat ninoteon-twentioths of tho young mon who go thoro to sook their fortunes, not only drag out an oxistenco of poverty, but becomo misorablu vagabonds. MEMORY WHILE DROWNING. Ono of tho most singular features in Psychology, is the fact which is perfectly notorious, that, the faculty of memory acquires an activity and te nacity, in the case of persons about being drowned, which it never exhib-, its under ordinary circumstances. An accident occurred some weeks since at New York, which throw a number of persons into the North River, A mong others were Mr. and his sister; tho first named, editor of a' weekly paper, in Philadelphia. They were both finally saved. Mr. describes tho sensation while under the water, arid in a drowning condition to be pleasant but peculiar. It seem ed to him that every event in lira life crowded in his mind at once. Ho was sensible of what was occurring, and oxpected to drown, but seemed only to regret that such an interesting 'item' as his sensations would make, should be lost. In noticing this statement in an ox ;hango, I am reminded of an incident ivhich, dissimilar as it is to the one just narated, in its general features lad the same remarkablo awakening )f the memory, which such cases lometimes exhibit. I can vouch for he truth of what follows, as well as estify to vivid recollections in my >wn case, when exposed to the hag irds of drowning, reproducing in a ew moments tho events of my entire )ast life. Some years since, A held a bond of 3. for several hundred dollars, having omo time to run. At its maturity le found that he had put it away so carefully that ho was unable to find it. Every search was fruitless. He only [new it had not been paid or traded iway. In this dilemma he called on 3., related the circumstance of its dis ippearance, and proposed giving him t receipt as an offset to the bond, or tn indemnifying bond against its col ection, if ever found.?To his great i urprise, B. not only refused to ac :ept the terms of meeting the difficul y. but positively denied owing him inything, and strongly intimated the >resence of fraudulent design on tho >art of A. Without legal proof, and herefore without redress, he had to mdure both the loss of his money, md the suspicion of a dishonorable intention in urging the claim. Sever al years past away without any chango in the nature of tho case, or its facts ' is above given, when ono afternoon while bathing in the James River, A., either from inability to swim, or cramp | or some other cause, was discovered i to be drowning. Ho had sunk and i risen several times, and was floating. iwny under the water, when ho was seized and drawn to the shore.?The isual remedies were applied to resus-1 :itate him, and though there wore tigns of life, there was no appearanco if consciousness. He was taken lome in a state of complete exhaus ;ion, and remained so for some days. Dn the first return of strength to walk :ie left his bed, went to his book-case, :ook a book, opened it, and handed lis long lost bond to a friond who was present. He then informed him that when drowning, and sinking, as ho supposed, to rise no more, in a mo ment, there stood out distinctly beforo his mind as a picture, every act of his life, from tho hour of childhood to the bour of sinking beneath the water, ind among them tho circumstance of [lis putting the bond iu a book, the book itself, and the place in which lie had put it in tho book caso. It is needless to say that he recovered 4his own with usury.* There is no doubt that this remark able quickening of memory results from tho process which in such cases is going on?tho extinguishment of life. It is somewhat analogous to tho breaking in of the light of another world, which in sa many well attested casos of death-bead scenes, enables the departing spirit, even beforo it has absolutely loft its clay tenement to behold and exult in the glories of the future state. Is it not a fair infer ence, that when tho soul shakes off the clogs and incumbrances of the body, it will possess capacities for en joyment, of which, on earth it was unsusceptible. As regards tho memory.it will be observed by most persons, how readi ly in life we forget that which wo do not desire to remember, and in this way, get rid of much unhappiness. Can we do this, after death ? This is an important practical question. Walking Tables.?The Philadelphia Mercury is informed by Mrs. Melinda Shackles, that her two mahogany tables have been made to walk by spiritualism. They beat the common locomotive tables set in motion by the Foxite machinery ?lor they walked out of the house, " clean oiT" lo a second-hand furniture store. Mrs. S. and her jolly red-nosed husband vouch for '.he fact and produce a fivogallon demijohn full of first rate spirits to confirm her report. In this case, the spirits did not comc to letch away the tables, but the tables went for the spirits. I A ClUPTEIt OX CLERGYMEN. Oh, walk in, Mr, Jones, walk in ; a ' minister's time isn't of much account. He ought to expect to bo alvays rea dy to see his parishioners. Whats the use ol having a minister, if you can't use him 1 Never mind scatter ing his thoughts to the four winds, just as he gets them glowingly con centrated on some sublimo subject , that's a trifle. He's been through col I lego, hasn't he? Then lie ought to know a thing or two; and be able to take up the thread of his argum where he laid it down; elso where Theology, he had better strip oil his ^ckcoL,?n,Yehi8..ngbt^ndof fellowship," and throw up hi* com mission. Takoaseat, . ' j to him about your crops; " k nloutrli over a dozen imaginary hoi is with you; he ought to be able to make , Huick transit " predesttnauon , to potatoes. Why, just tlunk of the to-ts mile whotesome1'a<Mce before you leave- inquire how many pounds of ? _nr week, and ask him I01 L ealCheso nnclerical as to take a ride on horsoback the other 1 ?nd how much tho hostler char-1 (Tcd'him for the animal, and.whether ? ?? a callop or a cantor, or an | ,iT x trot] Let him know, very *?ss?js& axatinn si li, horse through which a gallop on aflootM ^ h^tdS^nlhilUndval and rock; andJ t, ,, evoryTiOet of tbe soul pshawj that's aU Transcendeiual nonsense fit onljr for green boarding ^ho_ag silly scnWing women, , to be above such things, an? V g ? heart as tough as the doctrine tim'wlrlioutPilny unnecessary glitter, That's it! i Vfirt is Mr. Jones (between you and I 'and the vestry door,) it is 'ucky tlicro; STURM'S REFLECTIONS ON THE PERMANENCY Of CORrOREAL BEINGS. Nothing porishes in Nature. From the beginning of the world to the pre sent period, not a single atom has been annihilated. The first groves produced by the power of Goil were clothed with rich verdure and beauti ful leaves. Thoso withered and fell and ceased to bo leaves; but the par ticles of which they were composed remainod and were converted into dust, clay or earth. The matter, of which the first leaves and herbs were formed, still exists, and has lost nono of its essential parts; and the constit uent part of the plants which now flourish, will exist whilo the world shall endure. It is true the wood ' which wo burn ceases to be Wood, but its particles do not cease to exist, be ing dispersed into ashes, soot and smoke. And though nature is subject to constant changes, everything that j is decomposed is regenerated, and no thing finally perishes. We must not always judgo from appearances. Whon revolutions and convulsions agitate the face of nature, wo are induced to believo that many beings arc totally destroyed ; but this is an error. They are only different ly modified and become the materials which ontor into tho composition of other beings. The wator which ex hales in steam and vapor is not lost, it only leaves one place to increase in another. Thus, what from want of information we regard as being en tirely destroyed, has only undergone a change of parts, and the world, considered in tho whole, is now what it was in the first day of its being, though many of its component parts have experienced very considerable alterations. These considerations may induce us to reflect upon the revolution our bodies must undergo in the grave: though they will entirely dissulvo in to dust, they will not bo annihilated, but thoir component parts will contin ue to exist. Tho conviction of this truth may fortify us against tlio fear of the grave and Jreail of corruption, whilst it will strengthen our belief in tl?e resurrec tion. Why, then, shall my heart sink at the thought of tho grave, or my mind suffer from the terror of annihi lation 1 What is deposited in tho tomb is not the only possession we have worthy of our regard and solicitude ; it is merely tho earthly tabernacle which returns to its native dust, whilst the soul is incorruptible and ondures1 for evor. From the continual duration ofj corporeal particles we may rationally j conclude that the soul also is immor I tal. Seeing that none of our oarthly parts can be annihilated, can we sup pose that our souls should be the only created thing which shall perish ?? Impossible! Sooner would thtf whole material world sink into annihilation, than one soul, which has been redeem ed by Christ Jesus should perish. Tlie Massacre of (lie Yaudois. j This is one of the most fearful epi sodes in the history of human crime:? It was perpetrated against the peasant inhabitants of theCanton of Vaud by the Pope's Legale Cantaneo. The tragedy is thus related in a work just published: " The Vaudois, feeling that they could not resist a force twenty times greater than their own, abandoned their poor habitations, placed their old people and children in their rustic carts, with their domesticutensils, and such provisions as they could collect, and driving their herds before them, and singing canticles, retired to the rugged slopes of Mont Pel vomx. This part of the Alps, which has since been named the Visol JBrian connais, risesmore than 6000 feet above the level oI the valley. A third of the way np there is an immense cavern, cal led Aigue Froide or Aillrede, from the cold springs nourished by the snows which are found there. A sort of plat form, accessible only over fearful preci I pices extends at the mouth of the cav ern, the majestic vault of which, alter subsiding into a narrow passage, expands once more into, an immense hall of ir regular form. Such was the asylum which the Vaudois had selected. They placed at the extremity of the grotto the women, children, and old men; the cat tle and sheep occupied the lateral cavi ties of the rock; and the able bodied men posted themselves towards the mouth of the cavern, which, after hav ing first barricaded with large rocks tho path that led to the grotto, they had wal led up with similar materials. C'ataneo I states, In his Memoir?, that they had with them provisions for more than two years. All their precautions thus taken, they deemed they had nothing to fear; but in reality they had to fear this very confidence in mere human precautions. Cataneo had with him a daring and experienced leader, named La Palud.? This captain, seeing the impossibility of forcing tho entrenchments of the grotto on the side by which the Vandois had reached it, led his own men back into the valley; then, with all the ropes he could collect, he ascended Mont Pel? voix, and, making his way to the preci pice overhanging the entrance to the .cavern, descended, by means of the ropes, to the platform. Nothing could have been more easy than for the Van dois either to have cut the ropes, or to have slain each soldier before he reach ed the ground, and then hurled them in to the abyss; but a panic of terror seized the unhappy besieged. Some who rushed out liom the cavern, precipitated themselves down the rocks; those who assayed resistance, were slaughtered by La Palud, who, then not venturing to involve his men in tho depths of the cavern, piled up all the wood he could collect at the entranc.e, and setting fire to it, those who attempted to issue forth, were either destroyed by the flames, or by the sword of the enemy, while those who remained within, were stifled by the smoke. When the cavern was al. terwards examined, there were lound in it 400 infants, suffocated in their cradles, or in tile arms of their dead mothers.? Altogether, there perished in the cavern more than 3000 Vaudois?including the entire population of Val Louise. C'at aneo distributed the property of these unfortunates among the vagabonds who accompanied, him and never again did the Vaudois Church raise its head in those blood stained valleys." They Say?Whenever any body comes to you with a story concerning somebody or anything, and prelaces it with tho stereotyped phrasp,1 they my' you may rest assured that nine times out often, that report -or s?y is a lie. When the author of a report must be suppressed, there is something wrong in Denmark. No story, true in all its parts, need be prefaced with' they say'. Net those who know it report it boldly, or keep it an entire secret. We could bring some illustrations o! this subject did we deem it at all necessary. No doubt every man will readily apply it to himself,?Pitts. Dispatch. SERENADING A YOOKfi LADY. A friend of tine of our cuteinpwru rariea tells the following: In my young days I was extrava gantly limd of attending parlies, ami somewhat celebrated for playing nit the fluto. Hence it was generally expcclcd that when un invitation was extended tlmt my fluto would accom pany me. 1 visiled a splendid party one eve ning, and was called upon to favor tho company wilh a tune on Iho fluto. I, of course, immediately complied with tho requost. The company appeared delighted, but more particularly so was a young lady,^yho raised her bands and oxclaim'ed it was beautiful, de lightful, &c. I of course was highly delighted, and immediately formed a resolution to serenade tho young lady on the following night. I started the next night, in compa ny with several young frauds, and ar rived as I supposed, at the lady's res idence, but made a glorious misl'ako by getting under the window of an old Quaker. "Now, boys," said I, "behold tho sentimentality of this young lady tho moment I strike on " tho last Rose of Summer." I struck up, but tho win dow remained closed, and the boys began to smile. "Oh," said I, "that's nothing,?it would not be in good taste to raise tho window on the first air." I next struck up ' Old Robin Gray.' Still the window remained closed.? The boys snickered, and I folt some what flat. " Owe more, boys," said I, " and she must come." 1 struck up again, " My love is like tho red, red rose,"? Still there was no demonstration. "Boys," said I, "she's a humbug. Let us sing " Home, sweet home," and if that don't bring her, I'll give it up." We struck up and as we finished the last line tho window was raised. " That's tho ticket, boys, I knew wo could fetch her." But, instead of tho beautiful young lady, it turned out to be the old Qua ker, in his night-cap and dressing gown. " Friend," said he, " thee was sing ing of thy home ancj, if-1 recollect a right, thee said there was no place like home, and, if that is true, why don't thee go to thy homo? Thee is not wanted hero?thee, nor any of thy company. Farewell." It is scarcely necessary to add that wo went home. HONESTY IN BUSINESS. Two brethren wore riding in a wagon one day; the conversation turned on the manner of doing business. "Brotherl" said one, " il we would succeed in store-keeping we cannot be strictly upright in every little thing.? It is impossible. We could not live." "It is contrary to religion not to be upright," replied the other. "Honesty is as much a part of religion as prayer, or reading the Bible. A man may pray and read the Bible, and yet il he be not strictly an honest man, he cannot be a religious one." "I don't know about that; we must live,?that is my doctrine." "But you pretend to be a religious man, don't youl You are a professor as well as 1 am." "But we must live. I shall break down in my store if i do not shave a little." " And you will bo more likely to break down if you do. I tell you, my brother, honesty is not only a part of re ligion, but is the best policy too; and I will venture to say, the man who is hon est will succeed better in store than the one who is not. The man who is un just, even in little things, is a dishonest man, and an irreligious man; and the day of'judgment will convince him of it fearfully." The above conversation, in subslance( took place in one of the counties of the State of New Vork. The store keeper did business in n village near which they were riding. Since that time he has failed in his business, and has been obliged to leave the village. I wish every merchant, every store keeper, would lay this truth to heart : "A man who is not strictly an honest man cannot be a religious man." t. c. ?Chris. A Jr. SfJour. Arithmetic nf Jlearcn.?Daniel Web ster had too much sense to reject a doc trine ol the Bible, because he could not understand it. Being asked by a Uni tarian gentleman, as he was coming out of an Episcopal Church in Boston, wheth er he believed three and one to be the <ame thing, lie replied in a manner per fectly characteristic, as it properly dis poses of the real difficulty oflheTrinilJ ; "Sir, 1 believe you and I do not undi r stand the arithmetic ol heaven.''