The Petersburg Democrat, tells a story of a little boy of that city, who, having recently lost his father, found himself debarred thereby from attending school as formerly, and, in the fulness of his faith, he determined to seek the wherewithal, at that footstool to which he had doubtless been taught to look for other and higher things. In the simplicity of his heart, he sat down and gravely wrote a letter to his Redeemer, thinking, perhaps, that so formal a mode of preferring his request, would meet with great attention. What was the surprise of the postmaster, Wm. N. Friend, Esq., on discovering among the contents of the letter box, one morning, lately a missive directed to "Jesus Christ." Opening it, he read the story of the boy's wants, and with a noble kindness, which we are not selfish enough to deprive our readers of the pleasure or profit of hearing, he deposited in the envelop the amount required, and directed it to the young applicant.

  The manuscript missive directed to Jesus Christ, by the above orphan, is worth one thousand times its weight in diamonds. Let it be published for the child's benefit. We will give more for a copy of it than we would for "Uncle Tom's Cabin." It is worth more to true interest of sinful humanity, than the United States Constitution is.