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Go back, you scOundrcl, or I'll horse- whip you; and if you're longer than an hour. I'll have you tucked in the horse pond

 Andy vanished, and made second visit to the post "fficc.s When he arrived, two other persons were getting letters, and the postmaster was selecting the epis,les for each, from parcel that lay before him on the counter at the same time many shop customers were waiting to be served.

 I'm come for that letlher,' said Andy. 'I'll attend to you by and by

 The masIher's tn a hurry.'--' Let him wait till his hurry's over.'

 He'll murlher me if m not back soon.' I'm glad to hear it,

 While the postmaster went on with such provoking answers to these appeals for des- patch, Andy's eye caught the heap of let- ters that lay on the counter so, while cer- tain weighing of soap aud tobacco was go- ing forward, he contrived to become pos sessed of two letters from the heap; aud having effected that, waited patiently e. nough until it was ,he great mans pleasure to give him the missive directed to his mas ter. .e

 Then did Andy bcstride his hack. and, in triumph at his trick on the postmaster, rat'led along the road homeward as fast as his hack would carry him. He came into the Squire's presence, his face beaming with delight, an air of self-salisfied superi. ority in his manner, quite unaccountable to his master, until he pulled forth his hand, 1, which had been grubbing up his prizes from the bottom of his pocket, and holding three letters over his head, while he said, Look at that !'-he next slapped them down un- der his broad fist on the table before the Squire saying,

 Well if he did make me pay eleven pence, by gor, brought your honor the worth o'your money, any how.'

 A THOUGHT. r.--There is mysterious feel ing that frequently passes like cloud over the spirits. It comes upon the soul in the busy bus,lc of life, in the social circle, and in the calm and silent retreats of solitude. Its powers are alike supreme over the weak aud iron hearted. At one time i. is caus- ed by the fitting of a single thought a- cross the mind again the sound will come booming across the ocean of memory, gloomy and solemn as the death knell, over- shadowing all the bright hopes and sunny feelings of the heart. Who can describe it, and yet who has not felt its bewildering influence? !? Still it is a delicious sort of sorrow; and like cloud dimming the sum- shino of a river, although causing mo. men,ary shade of gloom, it enhances the heautv If refnrninO hriUhtness lt iS in moments liko these that the pious mind ri- ses from tho sordid interests of this sublu. nary world, and ascends to full communion with it's Maker. The past will Ait across the memory. mourntul and swee. like the low and lingering tones of distant music ; the present, like the rush of mighty winds, yet noiseless as the slumbcr of an unawa- kened echo and the future spreads the soft and downy pillow of the tomb, when the spirit is to leave this tenement of clay and enter the portals that open to tue teli. city of an eternal immoI tality.