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"LoUDEK!"--A colored man lately
went to the post office, and putting bis
nose close up to the delivery box, cried
out ''Louder!" The clerk supposing the
negro to be deaf, and that he was making
a request Of him TO speak louder, so that
he could hear, asked him in very loud
tone, the name Of the person for whom
he wanted the letter.


"Louder!" cried the Negro.


"What name2" yelled the clerk.


''Louderm again bawled the negro
who now supposed the clerk TO be deaf.


The clerk took long breath, and
with all his might again beloved out in
the negro's face the same question,
WHAT name?' This was done IN so
loud a tone that the echo seemed to re,
turn from the far hills.


The negro started back in alarm,
shouting TO the very Top Of his lungs
"Louder, sir, Louder, tole you Louder !!
my name is nothing ese!"


"Oh, ah, oh, hoi" said the clerk, 'your
name is Louder, Ell! Didn't think of
lhat-here's your letter; Mr. Louder,
here's your letterp


Payable al Sigu.--'BOb, have you seen
Mr.. Brown lately?'


NO, Jim, | hav'nt, whyP


sWhy, have note Of his. payable at
sight, and being short of funds, should
like to find him.


sThe note is good; is il notP


Oh yes, good as gold, | suppose, but
there's a difficulty, nevertheless. Now |
don't say any thing against the note, but
blow me if have had sight ofhim since
he gave it to me, and probably won't
have again, as long as live'


Ts1e0yaDhic.--A letter from New York
10 the National InteIligencer, says:


AS was passing down the Bowery
Yesterday my attention was arrested by
the sight of wires at the corner of
Broome street, crossing each other over
head, and darting off'in the direction Of
the upper part of the city. These are
connected with the magnetic Telegraph
at the new Post Office, and lead to the
house of Mr.. Graham the Postmaster, in
Eighth street, who can sit in his library
and communicate his orders to his clerks,
who are three miles off, with almost as
much celerily as thRv- -YRero. .pereopsi-