From th. Inited sta.e, Gazette.
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CHIMNEY SWEEP AND HIS DOG.

 Coming down Chesnut street few mornings since, one of the few in which the sun has been visible this season, our attention was attracted towards cluster oi people in the middle of the street. We

 hastencd towards them with view. of as.

 certaining the cause of the convention.

 1t was not until we had made our way

 towards the centre of tho mass, that VI

 could even guess at tho cause. There

 was no noise, no threat, no swaying back

 ward and forward in the crowd, as there is

 during Il fight. The whole were silent and looking wistfully at some object in the cen ire. We soon discovered what it was. A dog of rather more than the middling size, lay stretched out in the midst of the crowd. aM @g

 Shortly afterwards, a little chimney sUeep kncelihg down beside the animal, applied his hand to the left side, withdrew it, lifted up the dogs head, let it fall, and rising slowly, with heavy sigh, exclaim- ed, 'yhe is deGd.' .4 a There was cadence in the tone of the boy that particularly arrested our attention.

 We looked into his face the tears that had gushed into his eye, warm from the fountain of his heart, had worn furrows on his soot-encrusted cheek, So that had Q painter desired to sketch an emblem of grief tho sweep boy might have served his purpose with remarkable adaptation.

 The dog had been killed by the wheel of carriage passing over his neck, and tho so- licitudo of the sweep had drawn together the crowd. - tl

 A lad struck the dog with his foot, and observed, that he was good for nothing {; he is neither pointer, setter nor hound It was most true; the animal did corr tainly rank with CUTS of low degree and the remark was well nigh disturbing the gravity ofthe assembly. But the poor sweep, who had borne a few taunts upon kimself, with patience, would not taniely hear his dog discrcdited. He may be good for nothing for yOa, and gentlemen who go guDning,' said the sweep, raising his eyes to the person whom he addressed, but he was good to me. He has been with me. night and day. these three years; and once he saved me from drowning This was the true philosophy of the hu- man heart. We admire and laud those whose peculiar station gives them oppor- tunities of becoming benefactors of the hu- man race or of serving with extraordfna- " efficacy their grateful country. But the heart pours out it's streams of adees ton up- on those, whether humble or exalted, whose favoTs or services are lavished up- on itself The heart acknowledges aI pride of particular and especial attach.i