A Story For Merchants

When trade grew glaok, and notes feil due the niercüant's face grew long and blue ; his dreams were troubled through the night, with sheriffs bailiffs, all in sight. At last, his wife unto him said, rise up at once, get out of bed, and get your paper, ink and pen, and say these things unto all men : "My goods I wish to sell to you, and to your wife and daughters, too ; my prices tliey shall be so low, that each shall buy before they go." He did as his good wife advised, and in the paper advertised. Crowds came and bought off all be had ; his notes were paid, his dreams were glad ; and he will teil you to this day, how well did printer's ink repay. He told us with a knowing wink, how he was saved with printer's ink. Another in a place as tight, contented was the press to slight. And did not let the people know, of what he had or where to go. His drafts were due and were not paid ; a levy on his goods were made ; the store was closed until the sale, and for sonietime he was in jail. A bankrupt now without a cent, at leisure he can deep repent, that he was foolish and unwise, and did notfreely advertise. - Ex.