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c0Ids tHey jnc0ntinontly begin co Stuh.- The cold, thus fed and encouraged, ac- quires strength and decision not his own, pushes On with vigOr, blockades the nose, the throat, the lungs, and nearly cuts of all communications with the vital air. Butthe more the patient is stuffed with the cold, the more he stuffs himselfw food. One would suppose they were stuffing on wa- ger-the cold stuffs up the breathing appa- ratus, the patient stuffs the alimentary ca- nal Only imagine for moment what a war of srufTing But it so happens, that the stui1ing of the stomach only increases the stufing of the lungs, until the stuffed patient, wheezing and barking, can just speak in hoarse whisper, and deems it a matter of prudence to call aphysician.

 The doctor comes. :" How do you do, MT. Pheezcr ?','

 Patient. Ugh! ush ugh don't know Doc-ugh ugh ! ugh !--Doctor, I've got a tcrrible--ugh ugh ugh !--a terrible cold. ,... ..

 [F3nter soife] Don: try to talk, MT. Phee- ger, you're 80 stopped up. I'll tell you how 'tis, Doctor, MT. Pheezer put on a damp shirt t'other day and took cold, and though I've done my best to cure him, he's grown worse and worse, till now, poor man he can hardly speak above his breath.

 Doctor. What have you done for him ?

 Airs. Pheezer. Why, besides giy,ng him sight of yarbs, and bathing his feet in warm water, | made him eat as much good victuals as he could any ways stuff down. I han't starved him, depend upon it, Doctor. I've had a good dozen of tur- kies cooked since he was unwell, poor man, which is only week come tomorrow besides three spare-ribs and goose-and as sure as I'm living sinner, Doctor, he's eat the bigger part on 'em.

 Doctor. And he's alive yet

 Mrs. Pheezer: Yes--l desire to be thankful he is; though think he wouldn't ha' lived but very leetle while, if I had, not done what I have, don't you, Doctor

 Doctor. No, good woman, l think if you had stdrved instead of stu0Sng his cold he would have been well bef;,re now.

 Mfrs. Pheezer. Lord ha' massy on ye, Doctor Starve cold ! why never heard of sich thing in all my born days.

 Doctor. May be not, Mrs. Pheezer, but assure you it is the right way to man. age cold if you mean to get rid oft. For instance, let the patient take little tea, coffee, or glass of water, with half a craek- CT three times a day-or little water gru- el, if more convenient or agreeable to the taste. By this managementa cold may or-. dinarily be cured in two or three days, while by the stufing process it would prob- ably be prolonged as many months, unless death should intervene and put an end to the cold and the patient together.

 Mrs. I'heezer. Why, Doctor, I'm as- tonished atye. fused ter think you know ed something but now I'm convinced all your skill ant worth the snap O my thumb. You needn't come any more Doctor E1it DOctoy.l Starve cold We'll ofall the i strange doctrines l ever heard of this is tIie cap chief. Among all my sins, Lord ,elp me, hav'nt got this to answer for.

 So Mrs. Pheezer pursued her stuffing re- imen, her husbands cold became an in- of the lungs, and in week af- pr, Mrs Pheezer followed him to the grave, onsoling herself in the midst of her aff1ic- ion, that she had nut been guilty of the sin ,f starving his cold.-BerkshsreA American.

 Clergymen.--Care is very nnequally distributed in this world. Some people kate over life with beautiful rapidity. and ind no pause in pleasure. The path of 'thers, is irksome, rough, rugged and pre- :ipitous. Now, although it is part ofour reed, that every man may be happy who chooses to be 50, yet .herc are certainly ,reater facilities of happiness in some tracks l han in. others-something more genial in he moral climate to the growth of joy.

 h is we'll however, that this is not gcne- rally understood; otherwise we should be- hold monopoly of fpursuit, and all man. kind instead of being physicians, lawyers, dc. would inevitably be clergymen.

 The clergy have the easiest time of any people on this earth-perhaps it is because they deserve it. A clergyman enjoys a prcscriptiye respect and esteem, being ran- ked by common consent, as high as lady, and above "a man. He has the charge ofI souls, which are not tangible, and has no rough edges nor corners, acute angles, to annoy and afllict sensibility. The com- forts fthis world are accorded to him with cheerfalncss. The merchant presents him with quarter cask of Madeira--the plan- ter bbl. of rice, the ladies send him sweet meats, and all the baby clothes ofhis child ren are made in advance, by the courteous labor of his youthful parishioners. A few