those who triumphantly fight their way through great tribulatkuLand sit down in the kingdom of heaven Wrings and priests unto God. Witness &r Advocate. TATTLING,—It w very common for per sons to teh every thing they hear, whe ther they have any grounds for the belief of whafc they Hear or Sbt. To the inju of an individual, something may be spr‘ abroad, when there is not die least dow of truth in the story. It is this species of tattling which we shoujd particularly guard ourselve% The 'flfite man knew how prone the wopd was to this sin when he said, “ He that keepeth his mouth saveth his life.” Truly that man who is careful vshat he Mgs-—espe ciallygvhen he knows it is in his po lo injure the character of a^jKrson, f power « —-„ I . or thwart any of his purposeS-^cts up to the proverb, and gains the esteem and friend ship of his fellows. Although by not be ing sufficiently on your guard, you may excite a degree of interest at the expense of the character of a neighbor, depend tij* on it, it is only fbr a moment. You but heap coals of fire on your own head. Be ware how you use ypur tongue^ it is a good rule which somebody has given us, to think twice before w! speak once. Act up to this, and none will complain of ydu in this respect—and you will gain the" confidence of mankind, which is more to be desired, than all the secrets of a com munity. Portland Tribune. LICENSE OB NO LICENSE. THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN* Governor Briggs, of Mass., in a speech at Albany, related the following thrilling incident. At a certain town meeting in Pennsylvania, the question came Up whe ther arty person should be licensed to sell rum. The clergyman, the deacon, and physician, strange as it may now appear,,, all favored it. One man only spoke against it, because of the mischief it did. The question was aboutbe put, when all at nrtrfl there arose from one corner of the |$K>m, a fnieerable female. She' was thinly clad, and her appearance indicated the utmost wretchedness, and that her mortal career was a|piost closed, g After a ^Moment ofjilence, and all eyes being fix opon her, she stitched her attenuated ft body to its utmost height, and then her long arms to their greatest length, and rais ing her voice to a shrill pitch, she called to all to look on her. “ Yes!” she said, “ look upon me. and hen hear me. All lhat the last speaker ' said relative to temperate drinking, as ►eing the father of drunkenness, is true. U1 practice, ll i - declares its ng of alcoholic poison, as a*bevo^ge in health, is excess. Look up on me. You all know nil, or once did. You all know I was once the mistress of the best farm in town. You all know, too, I had one of the" bSsb—-most devoted of husbands. You all know 1 had fine, noble-hearted, industrious boys. \Yherx are they Nowf uoapr, wnere are utry note? You all know. You aH know lliey lie in a row, side by side, in yonder church yard; all—every one of them fill ing a drunkard’s grave !J ! They were all taught to)believe that temperate drink* ing was safe—excess alone ought to be avQ»ded;^and they never acknowledged excess. They quoted you, and you, and you?' pointing with her shred of a finger, to the Priest, Deacon, and Doctor, “ as authority. They^hought they were safe under such teachers. But I sow the gra dual chinge coming over my family and prospects, with dismay and horror; I felt we were all to be overwhelmed in one common ruin—I tried to ward off the blow —I tried tohitk die spell, the delusive spell—in wfiph the idea of the benefits of temperate-drinking had involved my hus band and sons. I begged, I prayed; but the odds were against me. The Minister said? the poisbn that was destroying my husbarftl and boys was a good creature of God; the Deacon (who site under the pulpit there, and" took our farm to pay his rum Rills,) sold them the poison; the Doctor said that a little was good, and ex* cess dught to be avoided. My poor hus band, and my pQorboys fell into the snare, and they could not escape; and one after another, was conveyed to the sorrowful jrrave of the drunkard. Now look at me again. You probably see me for the last time—my sand has almost run—I have dragged my exhaustccfnlhtme my present home—youfpoor house—to warn you all—to warn you, Deacon! to warn you, false tedcheroj God's word!** And with her arras high flung, and her tall form