It is not possible to tell the agony of the dreamer; he now saw his folly, and bitterly lamented it. But at last, in his vision, the morning came. He heard the hot, hissing water poured into the tub, to scald off his hair; he heard a lively whetting of knives, and at last saw the goggling eyes of the butcher, taking a look over the edge of the pig-stye. His agony was beyond bounds; he uttered a piercing shriek, and in the paroxysm of his distress, he awoke. It was, however, a lucky dream, for the youth took warning by it, and conquering his indolence, he became industrious, and grew up a prosperous and happy man. Reader, if thou art given to indolence, take heed by Peter’s dream; and like him, turn from the error of thy ways. Deem not that indolence is bliss――but believe me――the ways of industry are ways of pleasantness, and her paths lead to peace. ―――― WHAT’S IN A NAME?――“My name is Norval!” said a runaway youth, who was playing that character in a small theatre at Annapolis, some years since. “That’s a whapper!” said an officer in the crowd――“your name is Bill Brown, and you owes Mrs. Knipper three dollars and a half for board, washing and lodging――and here’s a writ, so come along, my darling!” The Five-Dollar Bill. The following story has been published in many of the newspapers, but it is so good, that we give it a place in our columns. It not only shows how proper and necessary it is to pay small accounts, but it shows the use of money. What a wonderful thing, that little pieces of paper may perform such important offices in society, as we see that they do, by the story of the “Five-Dollar Bill.” ―――― “Sir, if you please, boss would like you to pay this bill to-day,” said, for the tenth time, a half-grown boy in a dirty jacket, to a lawyer named Peter Chancery, and whose office was in Philadelphia. The attorney at length turned round and stared the boy full in the face, as if he had been some newly discovered specimen of zoology, gave a long whistle, thrust his inky finger first into one pocket and then into the other of his black cloth vest, and then gave another long whistle and completed his stare at the boy’s face. “Ho, ha, hum! that bill, eh?” and the legal young gentleman extended the tips of his fingers towards the well worn bit of paper, and daintily opening it, looked at its contents. “Hum! for capping and heel-tapping, six shillings――for foxing, ten and sixpence, and other sundries, eh! So your master wants me to settle this bill, eh?” repeated the man of briefs. “Yes, sir. This is the nineteenth time I have come for it, and I intend to knock off at twenty and call it half a day.” “You’re an impudent boy.” “I’s always impudent to lawyers, coz I can’t help it――it’s catchin’.” “Your eye-teeth are cut, I see!”