We regret that we have not room at present for the whole of Mr. Hitchcock’s exceedingly valuable communication.  We hope to lay more liberal extracts from it before our readers at an early day.  A summary of its contents will give some notion of its importance and interest.  It contains:  1st, A biographical sketch of Mr. Wilbur, with notices of his predecessors in the pastoral office, and of eminent clerical contemporaries; 2d, An obituary of deceased, from the Punkin-Falls ‘Weekly Parallel;’ 3d, A list of his printed and manuscript productions and of projected works; 4th, Personal anecdotes and recollections, with specimens of table-talk; 5th, A tribute to his relict, Mrs. Dorcas (Pilcox) Wilbur; 6th, A list of graduates fitted for different colleges by Mr. Wilbur, with biographical memoranda touching the more distinguished; 7th, Concerning learned, charitable, and other societies, of which Mr. Wilbur was a member, and of those with which, had his life been prolonged, he would doubtless have been associated, with a complete catalogue of such Americans as have been Fellows of the Royal Society; 8th, A brief summary of Mr. Wilbur’s latest conclusions concerning the Tenth Horn of the Beast in its special application to recent events, for which the public, as Mr. Hitchcock assures us, have been waiting with feelings of lively anticipation; 9th, Mr. Hitchcock’s own views on the same topic; and, 10th, A brief essay on the importance of local histories.  It will be apparent that the duty of preparing Mr. Wilbur’s biography could not have fallen into more sympathetic hands.

In a private letter with which the reverend gentleman has since favored us, he expresses the opinion that Mr. Wilbur’s life was shortened by our unhappy civil war.  It disturbed his studies, dislocated all his habitual associations and trains of thought, and unsettled the foundations of a faith, rather the result of habit than conviction, in the capacity of man for self-government.  ‘Such has been the felicity of my life,’ he said to Mr. Hitchcock, on the very morning of the day he died, ’that, through the divine mercy, I could always say, Summum nec metuo diem, nec opto.  It has been my habit, as you know, on every recurrence of this blessed anniversary, to read Milton’s “Hymn of the Nativity” till its sublime harmonies so dilated my soul and quickened its spiritual sense that I seemed to hear that other song which gave assurance to the shepherds that there was One who would lead them also in green pastures and beside the still waters.  But to-day I have been unable to think of anything but that mournful text, “I came not to send peace, but a sword,” and, did it not smack of Pagan presumptuousness, could almost wish I had never lived to see this day.’

Mr. Hitchcock also informs us that his friend ’lies buried in the Jaalam graveyard, under a large red-cedar which he specially admired.  A neat and substantial monument is to be erected over his remains, with a Latin epitaph written by himself; for he was accustomed to say, pleasantly, “that there was at least one occasion in a scholar’s life when he might show the advantages of a classical training."’