-The sor ol iho Kev. Thomas King ui the pastoral duties of the Hollis etreet church in Boston, on the occasion of bie departure for California, was the Rev. Mr. Chaney. Wo have rarely met a finer piece of rhetoric than the folio w ing closiog passage from Mr. Chaney's discourse on the death of bifl predecessor. Speaking of the White Mountaiu?, of wbich Mr. King had beeu the historian and eulogist, hé said : "A few weeks since, Iclim bod one of the nirmnts oí' visión in the far North, and sought to view the mountain range ho knew so well and loved so lingeringly. The heaithf ui glow of the day's eourse reddened the western t-ky, and I tho t to catch an answoring blusb upo th-e hills. But when I tnrned my eyes to wards thoin thoy lay along ihe horizon, eold gray and sileut. Then gazit.g upward, .1 saw tbo -iisteru íeavens all afliime witli wering fire, and in the promise ol the sky, I torgot tbe boarttesB look of earth. So, iriendn, we have stooiJ, gazing at the western sky and dnzzled by i 'te golden t-plendors, when all the while tbe ftboiigun vvjig goinfj d(vn. Aiui, when vy'e tüfaed, thu glory h;ul vanishetü from th tutri h Bnt look above ! 'I he glurv enéuiup eth in tho beaveos. lt' uúrth lie sird, heaveti halh nc in t;iit;K-8 ; and out oi its jeep pe.'ioe 1 pear '.ie ld (nirting bcntMiu ,,.,:,, ■' Tiio Lnni . wi li you !" Lui your lieurtrf .sile'itlv responii, " And with thv spirit!"