In the neighborhood of Mount-starve-'em, the spirit has been poured out most abundantly; and this manifestation is the more gracious, when we reflect that the dreadful famine which now prevails throughout the country, has been made (always under Him) the precious but trying means of bringing the poor benighted creatures to taste the fruits of a better faith.

Nothing, indeed, can equal the bounty of that excellent nobleman, Lord------, who supplies beef and blankets--Bibles and bread--to those who may be likened to the multitude that were fed so miraculously in the wilderness--that is to say, who followed the good shepherd for his doctrine, and were filled with bread.

Mr.M'Slime, who has within his own humble sphere not been inactive, can boast at least of having plucked one brand out of the burning, in the person of Darby O'Drive, the respectable bailiff of Valentine M'Clutchy, Esq., the benevolent agent of the Castle Cumber estate--to which Mr.M'Slime himself is law agent.

It is understood that on next Sabbath (D.V.) Mr.O'Drive will make a public profession of his faith--or, in other words, "that he will recant the errors of Popery, and embrace those of Protestantism."* The merit of his conversion is due--but merit there is none--to Mr.
M'Slime, or rather to his two very popular and searching tracts, called, 'Spiritual Food for Babes of Grace,' and 'The Religious Attorney,' which he had placed for perusal in Mr.O'Drive's hands.

Mr.O'Drive now declares himself a Babe of Grace, and free from the bonds of sin; or, as he more simply, but truthfully and characteristically expresses it--a beautiful specimen indeed of his simplicity of views--'he is replevined from the pound of human fraility--no longer likely to be brought to the devil's auction, or knocked down to Satan as a bad bargain.'-- For ourselves, we cannot help thinking that this undoubted triumph of religious truth, in the person of Darby O'Drive, is as creditable to the zeal of Mr.M'Slime, as it is to his sincerity.