Correspondents will address Stephen H. Branch through the Post Office, whose editorial room will be in a house, whose floor is the green earth, and whose ceiling is the glittering dome of Heaven, until his patronage will enable him to hire commodious apartments in the central business portion of the city. Our warm and graceful salutations to the editors of New York, who clung to us in adversity, whom we will love forever. A PUFF OF MERIT WITHOUT CHARGE.—William W. Britt engraved our Alligator, whose widespread jaws speak for themselves in tones of thunder. Advertisements are ONE DOLLAR a line. The overshadowing Bonner cannot have a page, lest he shoot the Alligator with our wadding. We shall have no pictures for premature children, save the omnipotent Alligator, who can devour a lion, or swallow, an eagle without contortion. The withered grass of Kansas not admitted in the jaws of the _Alligator_, lest it lacerate his bowels with black vomit. Beware of alluring serpents in virtue’s paths, and save your money, and buy nourishment for your wives and children. We shall commence, next week, the publication of Alfred Carson’s thunderbolts at the Common Council of 1850. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1857, by STEPHEN H. BRANCH, In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. Life of Stephen H. Branch. Mortals who write their lives are shy Of crimes that wound and make them sigh; But I’ll disclose my evil deeds, Although my heart in sorrow bleeds. I was born in Providence, Rhode Island, July 11, 1813, and am the second son of Stephen and Lucretia Branch. My mother was my father’s second wife. My father had four wives, the last of whom survives. Historians are liars, and gild distinguished villains, whose political, religious, and military views harmonize with their own. Autobiographers are liars, and boast of virtues they never possessed, and conceal vices they always cultivated. I shall divulge the whole story of my funny and mournful career. I shall meander life’s comic and dismal stream, from the earliest recollections of childhood to the present hour, and moisten my manuscript with tears of mirth and sadness, as my capers and errors emerge from the mysterious realms of memory. As I advance, the retrospect of my freaks and follies may appal, but it shall not deter me from its proclamation to the present and coming generations. I desire to record my frivolities and foibles, that youth and age may avoid them as alligators, (with hideous jaws distended,) in hot pursuit of their affrighted victims up the embankments of the Chagres, and into the tallest trees.