Seven Years Old.

Seven years ago this month we left the harvest field and entered the journalistic bark. Our sea has not always been without a ripple, yet we have no reason to complain. The world as well as the people have been fairly good to us, and we have always been tolerably food to ourselves, so that to complain would be, not only unwise and unpalatable, but very ungrateful. If experience is worth anything, seven years at the helm of a country newspaper should add materially to our stock of that commodity; on the other hand, it is said, "if a man is a crank, the older he grows the more cranky he becomes" so that there is a danger of putting ones experience to a bad purpose: however the number of Standard subscribers is at high-water mark, and this is the best evidence we can have that the paper is being conducted on right principles. We have abundant reason for thankfulness to our numerous patrons for liberal support in the past, and only trust our future business and social relations may continue equally harmonious.