The Miners' Express

Old Style Hymns.
The following verses are correct specimens of the hymns sung in Congregational churches before the days of Dr. Watts, and which were gradually made to give place to the hymns now in use, as the taste for harmony and beauty increased in our churches. The following verse should be deaconed off and sung one line at a time:
" 'Tis like the precious ointment
Down Aaron's beard did go;
Down Aaron's beard it downward went,
His garment skirts unto."
Another-a sort of address to whales, and other big fish, as well as to tom-cods, flounders, sculpins, eels and other small fry:
"Ye monsters of the bubbling deep
Your Maker's praises shout;
Up from the sands ye codlings peep,
And wag your tails about."
There is much truth if not poetry in the following:
"The race is not forever got
By him who fastest runs:
Nor the battle by those people,
Who shoot with the longest guns."
The following address to the Sun, chimes very well with the preceding, although of more modern origin:
"All hail thou glorious Sun!
Bright as a new tin pan!
Thou roundest, fairest, purest source-
Of bread and cheese to man!'"
Several cases of the small-pox have occurred among the emigrants at Kanesville.
Mr. Forest still perseveres in his efforts to get himself divorced from his wife by the Pennsylvania Legislature. He finds it very hard to get a divorce-almost as hard as he would to get respectably married again if he were divorced.
[Low. Jour.