Mr. William Marsh, of Oweusville, who me seven years ago ceiebraied|his golden wed-ing, was in town last Tuesday, and paid the ourier a visit. He is remarkably well pre-jrved for a man of his years, though he touch-yg\y remarked that he could see and fell an ap-roching change—that there was a rustling of le leaves, a sighing of the wind, and a chilli-eaa of the air which does not belong to spring, or youth, nor middle age, but comes as the har-ester when the grain is fully ripe, when the »y« grow short, and the sunshine dim. Mr. M. ?emed, however, in good spirits, and descended le office stairs with footsteps that faltered only lightly. He was accompanied by hi* oldest son, [r. Samuel Marsh, and both gentlemen have ourrianba fr»p t.hplp CHpnrflv efi.ll.