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By the steam boat Neosho, this week, we received all tho arrearages of the mails from Memphis. We are in perfect chaos of pa pers. A hundred or two of thenl-of all ages and complexions, of various dates from June to the present day, are on our table. Some of them are at least as old as Joice Heth, and she remembers the building of the Ark. se- riously, it is beyond endurance. Here have we been stinted in our allowance of papers for three or four months-and all the while, in disregard, if nol in defiance of law, they have been suffered to pile up and accumulate at Memphis-till some chance steam boat could be found to bear them here. If the Postmaster General can find no way to reme- dy this abuse, we should be glad to learn the reason. The evil has been borne with till forbearance has ceased to be virtue, and we now call upon the proper authority to rceti- fyit.

 After all, our situation was more laughable than pitiful. Did the reader ever see horse iloundering in a quicksands If so, he may have an idea of our situation in this ocean O musty papers. There was nothing in them either. to repay us for our toll, and perhap: that was the cause of their detention. Ia ken generally, they were dullness concentra ted.