There is a charming lovely little mocking bird that makes frequent visits near my window—sings so sweetly, and seems to enjoy life with the utmost fulness of felicity, so much so that I am, in a doleful hour, sometimes inclined to envy the happiness which I cannot at all times share myself. Its warbling melodies echoing as they are wafted along on the zephyrs of the morning and renewed again toward the evening shades, sometimes excite peculiar reflections, which are very wrong to indulge in. I ought to be content with my lot, though it may seem rather hard, yet, perhaps, all for the best. The dispensations of Providence cannot be otherwise; and it is vain to repine against what we do not understand sufficiently. It is true my pathway has been interspersed with many difficulties and heart-rending trials from my earliest childhood; and they seem to still follow me up to the present day. But of what use to murmur? He who has blessed me with innumerable favors will do all things well. “He who has been with and comforted in the sixth trouble, will not forsake in the seventh.” I fear you will think me enthusiastic on the subject of religion, but hope not. All written has been sincerely felt; and were it not for the comfort of religion hardly one happy moment would I enjoy. Oppressed and fatigued, I can go to Him who hath said, “Come unto me and find rest for your wearied soul.” The family desire a united remembrance to you. Pardon error, and believe as ever, Yours, etc., PAULINE. DR. BEVELL’S LETTER TO MISS BOWDEN. This is, perhaps, the proper place for the insertion of Dr. Bevell’s letter to Miss Bowen. It contains important matter of a public nature, which will again have to be referred to in the subsequent comments which are to follow. Let it be carefully read: APRIL 12, 1859. _Miss J. P. Bowen, Ocean Springs, Miss._: Excuse me, an entire stranger to you, for the liberty and freedom I take in addressing you. Although, personally, we are unacquainted yet my sympathies are with you and your unfortunate intended. I formed his acquaintance in Augusta, Miss., while he was engaged in writing the confessions of Copeland—the cause of his present unjust imprisonment. Although he is in prison, and redeeming an unjust sentence, his friends have not deserted him, as is too often the case, but visit him regularly and inquire after his welfare with the greatest anxiety, and endeavor to administer to his every want and comfort. His friends, though numerous previous to his trial, have greatly increased in number since. We have made an effort to limit his imprisonment through the pardoning power of Governor Moore, by an article addressed to him in the shape of a petition, with about six hundred signatures of the most responsible citizens of Mobile; but in this we have failed, and, to my deepest regret, he will have to serve his time out.