We have sometimes been beset with scandalmongers and gossip-whisperers who are everlastingly on the scent of some fancied sins and enormities, for which nobody ever cares a farthing, or finds any tangible foundation. They fatten on fancying they have found something to be fastened on persons who are before the public. They delight in raking up the past, and hang with ecstasy on the skeleton of a rumor which had the ghost of an existence years ago. They shake their heads and heave dolorous sighs of sorrow. Poor mortals! how oppressed they are; and they show how bad they feel, by running off and retailing their feelings to everybody they meet. Shame! Hold that member which is set on fire of hell. Judge not. Who cares how many devils Mary Magdalene had once, if they were only cast out at last. Take men and women for what they are to-day, and for the divinity within them which promises more to-morrow. If any wrong is done, help right it, but do not run and bore anybody with your blab. Heaven save us from sneaking Judases, and sin-scenting Pharisees!—Spiritual Clarion.