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.Adreadfm Worm.-Who has not heard of the rattlesnake or copper head? an unexpect- ed sight of either of these reptiles will make even the lords of creation recoil But there is a species of worm found in various parts of this State, which conveys poison, of nature so deadly, that, when compared with 1t, the vegom of the rattlesnakc is harmless. To guard our readers against this foe to human kind, is the object of the present communica- ton.

 The worm varies much in size. It IS fre- quently an inch through; but it is rarely seen, except when coiled, its length can hardly be conjectured. It is of dead lead colour, and generally lives near spring, or small stream of water, and bites the unfortunate people who are in the habit of going there to drink. The brute creation it never molests. They avoid it with the same instinct that teaches the animals of Peru to shun the deadly Cova. Several of these reptiles have long infested our settlement, to the misery and destruction of many of our citizens. I have therefore had frequent opportunities of being the me- lancholy spectator of the effects produced by the subtle poison which this worm infuses.- The symptoms of it's bite are terrible. The eyes of the patient becomes fiery, his tongue swells to an immoderate size, and obstructs his utterance, and delirium of the most horrid character quickly follows.

 Sometimes, in his madness. he attempts the destruction of his dearest friends. If the sufferer has family, his weeping wife and helpless infants are not unfrequently the ob- jects of his frantic fury. In word, he ex- hibits, to the life, all the detestable passions that rankle in the bosom of a savage; and such is the spell in which his senses are bound, that no sooneris the unhappy patient n cover- ed from the Daroxysm of insanity occasoned by one bite, than he seeks out his destroyer. for the sole purpose of being bitten again. have seen good old father, his locks as white as snow, his step slow and trembling, beg in vain of his only son to quit the lurking place of the worm. My heart bled when he turn ed away, for knew the hope fondiy cner,sh- ed. that his son would be to him the staff of his declining years, had supported him thro' many sorrow. Youths of Missouri! would you know the name of this reptile-it is call cd the worm cf the sfiA-Missoari Pa7sers