Litchfield enquirer., 1845-07-17

which possesses great interest," and is attended with some difficulties. is thus replied to by Rev. Albert Barnes, in his lately published Notes on Philemon, in his usually clear and happy manner:
 u.) There is no certain evidence that Onesimus was ever sIave at all .dN the proof that he was is to be found in the word-dOulOs-in this verse. But, as we have seen, the mere use of this word by no means proves that. All that is necessarily im- piled by it s that he was in some way the servant of Philemon-whether hired or bought, cannot be shown.
 (2.) At all events, even supposing that he had been slave, Paul did not mean that he should re- turn as such, or be regarded as such. He meant, whatever may have been his former relation, and whatever subsequent relation he may have sustain ed, that he should be regarded Gs belOved Chris tiGn broth CT that the leading conception in regard to him should be, that he was fellow heir of sal- vation, member of the same redeemed church, a candidate for the same heaven.
 (3.) Paul did not send him back in order that he might be slave, or with view that the shackles of servitude should be riveted on him. There is not the slightest evidence that he forced him to return, or that he 0dUised him to do it, or even that he expressed a wish that he would and when he did send him, it was not as q slGoe, but 0s q bekoued brother sn the Lord. Itcannotbe shown that the motive for sending him back was in the slight est degree that he should be slave No such thing
 is intmated, nor is any such thing necessary to be supposed in order to fair interpretation of the passage.
 (4.S It is clear that, even # Onesimus had been slave before, it would have been contrary to the wishes of Paul that Philemon should now hold him as such. Paul wished him to regard him not as servant" but as beloved brother" Ii Philemon complied with his wishes, Onesimus was never afterwards treated or regarded as slave If he dad so regard or treat him, it was contrary to the expressed intentions of the apostle, and it is certain that he could never have shown this letter
 xs- TA c..I one, that if Philemon followed the spirit of this epistle, he would not consider Onesimus to be a slave but if he sustained the relation of a servant at all, 1t would be as voluntary member of his household, where, in all respects, he would be re- garded and treated, not s'chattel" and ''thing," but as a" Christian brother" IAe Age of the Ladies-A pleasant, cheerful, lively, generous, charitable minded woman, is nev CT old. Her heart is as young at 60 or 70, as it was at IS 20; and they who are old at 60 or 70, are not made old by time. They are made old by the ravages of passions and feelings of an unsocia and ungenerous nature, which have cankered their minds, wrinkled their spirits, and withered their souls. They are made old by envy, by jealousy,by hatred, by suspicious, by uncharitable feelings; by slandering, scandalzing, i'll bred habits; which, if they avoid, they preserve their youth to the very last so that the child shall die, as the Scriptures say, a hundred years old. There are many old wo- men who pride themselves on being eighteen or twenty. They carry al! the characteristics of age about them, without even suspecting that they are old women. Nay, they even laugh and sheer, and make themselves merry with such mirth as malice can enjoy-by sarcastic reflections upon the age of others--who may step in modestly between them and admiration, or break down the monopoly of at- traction which they have enjoyed for season, ei- ther in imagination or reality Pride is old pas- sion, and vanity is gray the mountains. They are dry, heartless, dull, csld. indifferent. They want the we'll spring of youthful affection, which is always cheerful, always active, always engaged in some labor of love which is calculated to pro- mote and distribute enjoyment They pine, repine. sigh, and groan they yawn, and stretch themselves they murmur, grumble, long. fret, frown they snap, snarl, carp, and Eapor. They go to bed Tn the morning they breakfast in bed; they find fault win this, that and tother thing; they make even their cwn children run away from them and take refuge in the cellar, or the back kitchen, or any other place that may rid them of the old wo- man! And the children, on such occasions, also call them old, by an instinct of nature. old wo- man. old lady, old grim face old grpe' or any otn- CT nickname with the epithet Of old prehxed to It. is as commonly applied by children to bad temper ed mothers, nurses, or apnts as pretty kina sweet dear and other youthful epithets are nstinc'ively applied to the good humored grandma with her wrinkled face. There is an old age of the heart, which is possessed by many who have no suspicion
 that there is any thing old about them; and there IS d yOutu WIlCh hcFcA elo"o oAus |" ASsS WHY az CT boy, Psyche who is ever girl-Lond0n Dispatch.
 lneedofe.-The following circumstances hap pened in one of the towns of Arkansas. A man had been drinking until late hour at night before he started for home. Honest folks had been long in bed, and the houses were all shut and dark The liquor he had taken was too much for him he did not know where to go. He at last staggered into an empty wagon shed, and fell upon the ground. For a long time he lay in all the uncon- sciousness of drunken sleep, and would undoubted. ly have frozen, (for the on the ground showed the night to be very cold) had not others less in. sensible than himself been around him. This shed was favorte rendezvous for the hogs, which were out when the new conner arrived, but soon return ed to their bed. In the utmost kindness. and with the truest hospitality, they gave their biped com panion the middle of the bed some lying on either side of him, and others acting the part of quilt. Their warmth prevented him from being injured by his exposure. Towards morning he awoke finding himself comfortable, in blissful ignorance of his whereabouts, he supposed himself enjoying the accommodations of tavern, in company with other gentlemen. He reached out his hand, and catching hold of the stiff bristles of hog, exclam ed, Why, mister, achen did yOW shGce last T' A DUTCH CURE-BY BROWN.
 Ven lays myself down in my lonely bedroom, Und dries for to sleep very soundt,
 De treams, oh, how into mine het dey will come, | Till wish vas undher te groundt.
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