Two Printors.They to!! a good Hton on Jerry Thompson mid Charley Leonard. two printer friend* and tnsepe rabies, who v\ ere out in a ^inall boat lUliing. i long j *'udistance from the piers the other day. j jdloand who were overtaken by a violent ' hijn “northeaster,” wliirb not only render ! 1,0 a I tlievt* piscatorial effort* trollies. but | *l«a made it **trougly suggestive of Jiip-wrcek and disaster.After struggling manfully against wlud mid tide until it wa evident that it was useless, they both gave up. discouraged and affrighted. and very naturally began to think over their long-forgotten Sunday School Icttond.Alter brooding ov.tr their desperate situation awhile, a bright idea—a ray of hotc—seemed to shoot athwart themind of ,!—. Said lie. ‘ Charley •**» you pmv ? “No,*' groaned he, -1 could once, when I was a boy, but that an* a long while before I knew yon.*’Then ensued another dismal silence, until a white-cap combed orer the stern -dice to, and roused Jerry with a «ho«'k, when he again groaned out: “Charley, can you sing a Sam.*'“No.” said Charley, “I don’t know any song but “Chumpune Charley,”Ding dang doo and “Old Obedio/’|, no now.”and I can't .sing much “Well,” rejoined Jerry, who by this lime was both |erplexcd and desperate, “Charley, I dont think you wassuch a blui'Med houflhfti. If you can't pray, nor sing a Sain,do u.kc up ucontribution ! for we must hate some *'»rt qf reliaiou* ererci*t*r The twain were picked tip about midnight off long John's lighthouse atohe Calumet, but if you wish to see an irate individual, say “religious exercise” to either our Ihiuioii or Pythias!