That word describes our feelings precisely. We are almost used up, but with an unabated desire to go ahead, and go ahead we shall as long as there is any thing left of us. Our present number may be a day or two late, in consequence of not being able to do any thing for it till the January number was out of the way; but we shall have soon recovered from the effects of the fire, and go on as usual. Some of our readers have, no doubt, had their patience tried a little, but the nature and extent of our misfortune will no doubt be an ample apology for our short and long comings. We have received many letters abounding in the wannest sympathy, for which we desire to return our hearty acknowledgments. Some of our correspondents whose letters were destroyed we have heard from; others not One letter about Peach glands, another about Lobelias, (from a postmaster, we think,) another about a cheap Grapery, another about the change of color in plants, and others which we can not remember, we should like to have again. They were answered in the burned number, but we can not repeat the answers without the questions before us.

Will you not oblige us by writing again?