The Ptintsf.-'I pity the printer,'' said my uncle
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Toby.

 'tHe's poor creature," rejoined Tim.

 "How sop said my uncle

 ''Because, in the first place, (contnued the Coz poral, looking full upon my uncle,) because he must endeavor to please every body. In the negligence of a moment, perhaps small paragraph pops upon him; he hastily throws it to the compositer-it is inserted and he is ruined to all ntents and purposes.'

 "Too much the case, Tim" said my uncle with deep sigh "too-much-the case."

 "An' please your bonor,' continued Tim, eeva- ting his voice, and striking into imploring att tude, Gan please your honor, this IS not the whole" "

 ''Go on, Tim," said my uncle, feelingy.

 "The printer sometimes [pursued the Corporal1 hits upon piece that peases him mightest, and he thinks it cannot but go down with his subscribers ; but alas, sir who can calculate the human mind! He inserts it and it is all over with him. They forgive others, but they cannot forgive printer. He has host to print for, and every sets up for critic. The pretty Miss exclaims why don't he give more poetry, marriages and bon Dots away with these stale pieces" The politician claps his specs on his nose, and runs it in search of violent invectve he finds none; he takes his specs off, folds them, sticks them in his pocket, declaring the paper good for nothing but to burn. So it goes. Every one thinks it ought to be printed expressly for himsel as he is subscriber, yet after all this complaining, would yeu believe it, sir, said the honest Corporal claspiag his hands beseechngly,l there sub scrbers who do not hesitate to cheat the printer of his pay! Our army swore terribly in Flanders, but they never did anything so bad as that''

 ''Never' said uncle Toby, emphatically.