when the possessor of it, simple, timid, and honest, feels himself far from home, and forsaken in the midst of strangers. These moments Joe now felt in all their bitterness. He went to bed without hope, and he arose in the morning in despair. He grieved incessantly, and he wished for the bosom of a friend to lean his griefs upon it. At length he disclosed his mind to the Hostler, and the Hostler gave him his advice. It was this: To advertise. Every body, he said, did it, upon every subject. "Always when he lost a horse he advertised for it; and why might not Joe do the fame now for Julia . It would certainly lay open the whole affair, for advertisements could do any thing." At this time Joe stood too greatly in need of comfort, not to take any advice that was offered to him. But he thought this advice was excellent, He accordingly wrote with great care the advertisement we have already repeated, and the Hostler sent one of his boys with him to the Daily Advertiser.—And this is the history of this extra ordinary advertisement.