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VI came from, nor care, but it will do you no hurt to read it:-

 The love of liberty is the parent of all vag- abondism! Into what worse than Egyptian bondage will not the man, or boy, either | jump of his own accord, to be that tyrant over his own hopes and fortunes called ones own master! Ay, and even girls too, poor helpless creatures that they are, will feel many devil tagging at their breasts, to lead them the "deviL'S walk" because father is sulky, or mother scold, or sweethearts fick- le-and all for what! Why, the pleasure of being their own mistresseS, as if any body in this world can be their own masters or mis- tresses either or, as if there is, or can be a worse servitude than your own misguided, uncorrected, undiscipliDed, mastery over yourself. And, many a day since 1 broke away from my home after Finnegan's mis- fortune, have been ref1ecting on the nature of men and boys in despising and detesting a servtude that they know, and flying, in the heat of passion, into some greater servitude that they don't know and often couldn't help thinking that the way was brought up, and the way that hundreds of thousands of boys are brought up, is just sort of training for vagabond life, or for the development of tha. eIf-willedness that fills so many hearts with bitterness of their own creating.

 ng-larring-larning," is the cry of father an' mother-if my boy had the "larning," what ianius he'd be. In coorse, ye old fools, your bouchal would be swan among the goslins but it isn't "larning" half tho world wants instead of "larning," by which they mean cobwebs picked out of dead mems brains, if they would get some discipline. Disciplne-discipline plne-discipline, that's the only education ever saw that ever brought boy to any good. What's the use of battering mans brains full of Greek and Latin pot-hooks, that he forgets before he doffs his last round jacket, to put on his first long blue, if ye don't teach him the old Spartan virtue of obedience, hard living, early rising. and them sort of classics? Where's the use of instructin' him in hexameters and pentame- ters, if you leave him ignoran: of the value of a penny piece? what height of bletherin' stupidity it is to be fiIlin' boys brains with the wisdom of the ancents, and then turn him out like an omadhaun to pick up his victuals among the moderns!

 A plague of your old pagan pedagogues: give me an active drill sergeant, regiment of boys, a cart load of ratans, and I'll engage to return you regiment of young gentle men, who, if they have small Latin, and less Greek, will have learned under my tutelage the true education of finding servitude no slavery, and after having their tender skins hardened by the help of the bamboo, into the insensibiIity of the pelt of sucking rhino-

 Fortunes are made far oftener by creeping than by driving; the grand difficulty in life

 is not so much to get money. as to keep 1t when you have got it neither heaven nor earth is to be taken by storm and the high road to perdition lies in being in he'll of hurry! Lord bless you, sir, see men now in my native part of the country, that, with no more brains, push, or enterprise than limpet, have, by mere dint of sticking, swell ed themselves up into little turtles, while l have been going skip jack from one thing to another thing, and from one place to another place, and find myself as bare in pocket as the palm of my hand. although my talents are unaccountable, and can cut capers three stories high Sir, believe me, to get on in this world you must be content to be always stopping where you are; to advance, you must bc stationary; to get up, you must keep down: following riches is like following wild geese, and you must crawl after both on your belly; the minute you pop up your head, off they go whistling down the wind, and you see no more of them: ifyou haven't the art of sticking by nature, you must ac- quire it by art; put couple of pounds of birdlme upon your office -stool, and sit down on it; get chain round your leg, and tie yourself to your own counter like pair of shop scissors nail yourself up against the wall of your place of business. like weasel on a barn.door, or the sign of a spread ea- gle; or what will do best of all, marry an honest poor girl without penny, and my life for yours if you don't do business.

 Never mind what your relations say about genius, talent, learning, pushing, enterprise, and such stuff; when they come advisin' you for your good, stick up to them for the loan of sovereign, and if you ever see them on your side of the street again, skiver me, and welcome but to do any good. tell you over and over again, you must De e sticker.- You may get fat upon rock, if you never quit your hold of it.

 Death cf MissionGries.-The New. Haven and New.London papers contain accounts of and his young wife, in the interior of Syria. MT. Mitchell was native of Groton, Conn, and was ordained last fall as a missionary among the Nestorians of Eastern Asia, soon after married Miss Richards of New Haven, and embarked with her for Smyrna, at which place he arrived some time in the spring. In August the youthful pair started from Bey- rout for the interior, and after travelling thro' that desert country for nearly month, Mir. Mitchell broke down and died under the faligucs and privatipns of the journey, after a sickness of only one day, and was buried in the sands by the Koords, without shroud or coffin. Mrs. Mitchell was seized by the pains of premature maternity, and survived her husband but few days! It is a most melancholy case, and the fate of both the