Men, of every creed and clime, Hear ye not the tones sublime Swelling on the march of Time? Speak out! Fear ye nothing but the wrong. * * * * * AN ADVENTURE OF JASPER C——: OR HOW TO SELL A CLOCK. (FOUNDED ON FACT.) “Madam, can I sell you a clock to-day?” inquired a pedler, as he was met at the door by the woman of the house at which he had stopped. “No,” replied the woman, civilly, yet decidedly, “we want no such article.” “I have several fine clocks, madam,” said the pedler. “Very likely,” said the woman, “but we want none”—at the same time retreating a few paces from the door. “May I ask,” inquired the pedler, advancing within the door a little, but cautiously and civilly, as the woman retreated—“may I ask, madam, whether you have a clock?” The woman cast I will not say an indignant look at the clock-man—but a look certainly not kind; at the same time saying with some spirit—“we want none of your clocks, sir.” The pedler took a seat. The scene which we have thus briefly described occurred, some years since, in the “Old Dominion;” but in what particular section we are not at liberty to say. The house at which it occurred was a well-looking habitation; old, indeed, but kept in clever repair. It was owned and occupied by a farmer of some consideration in those parts, but singular and very set in his way. Like some others, in other quarters, he had imbibed strong antipathies against Yankeedom and all its inhabitants. He fairly hated the sight of a pedler; and, although disposed to treat his species with civility, he had not at all times been so fortunate as to do so. In several instances, indeed, he had dismissed with some severity these itinerant merchants, who had offered their commodities for sale within his precincts. Even his dog seemed to know when one drove up, and snarled and growled with more than ordinary spirit, to the evident satisfaction of the master. As to purchasing an article of any of the detestable fraternity—that he would never do—no not he, whatever were his necessities. And he was true to his word. For more than once, it had happened that articles had been offered just at a time when he needed them, and which could not be obtained in the retired situation in which he lived—but he would not even look at them. The corn might remain unhoed, and the house never be swept, before he would purchase a hoe or a broom of a pedler. The sentiments of Mr. M——, moreover, had obtained no small notoriety among the pedling fraternity. They all understood the matter—those we mean who conducted this sort of trade in those parts; and although several, prompted by a more than ordinary share of confidence in their selling powers, had made a visit to the place, determined not to leave the game Till they had run it down,