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The editor of the Baltimore Chronicle acknowledges with proper gratitude and feeling the receipt of an elegant hat, from some unknown friend. He is lucky dog. Very few editors cap boast of such favors. Their napless beavers generally date back to the time of the Revolution. When shall we find such friends! The editor of the Mobile Advertiser boasts of the receipt of sundry bottles of Madeira and of Arac sy rup. We can't for our lives recolect when any friend made us sucha present.

 In opposition to all this, the editor of tie Bolivar Free Press says, "Our raiions must be small for while, but such IS the fate of editors" Heis grumbling at his people because they have no market house. Poor fellow! There are other places where there are no market houses, and nothing 10 put in them if there were a dozen.