A singular anecdote of Thomas Chittenden the first Governor of the State of Vermont, has found its way into our capacious receptacle. "Mum," said he, one night (his usual way of addressing his wife), "Mum, who is that stepping so softly in the kitchen?" It was midnight, and every soul in the house was asleep, save the Governor and his companion. He left his bed as stealthily as he possibly could, followed the intruder into the cellar, and, without himself being perceived, heard him taking large pieces of pork out of his meat-barrel, and stowing them away in a bag. "Who's there?" exclaimed the Governor, in a stern, stentorian voice, as the intruder began to make preparations to "be off." The thief shrank back into the corner, as mute as a dead man. "Bring a candle, Mum!" The Governor's wife went for the light. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Robber, Thief, or whatever your Christian-name may be?" said the Governor. The guilty culprit shook as if his very joints would be sundered. "Come, sir," continued Governor Chittenden, "fill up your sack and be off, and don't be going round disturbing honest people so often, when they want to be taking their repose." The thief, dumb-founded, now looked more frightened than ever. "Be quick, man," said the Governor, "fill up, sir! I shall make but few words with you!" He was compelled to comply. "Have you got enough, now? Begone, then, in one minute! When you have devoured this, come again in the day-time, and I'll give you more, rather than to have my house pillaged at such an hour as this. One thing more, let me tell you, and that is, that, as sure as fate, if I ever have the smallest reason to suspect you of another such an act, the law shall be put in force, and the dungeon receive another occupant. Otherwise, you may still run at large for any thing that I shall do." The man went away, and was never afterward known to commit an immoral act. * * * * * This story is related, as a veritable fact, of a Dutch justice, residing in the pleasant valley of the Mohawk not a thousand miles from the city of Schenectady: He kept a small tavern, and was not remarkable for the acuteness of his mental perceptions, nor would it appear was at least _one_ of his customers much better off in the matter of "gumption." One morning a man stepped in and bought a bottle of small-beer. He stood talking a few minutes, and by-and-by said: "I am sorry I purchased this beer. I wish you would exchange it for some crackers and cheese to the same amount." The simple-minded Boniface readily assented, and the man took the plate of crackers and cheese, and ate them. As he was going out, the old landlord hesitatingly reminded him that he hadn't _paid_ for them. "Yes, I did," said the customer; "I gave you the beer for 'em." "Vell den, I knowsh dat; but den you haven't give me de monish for de _beersh_." "But I didn't _take_ the beer: there stands the same bottle now!"