THE town's bell rang through the dark of the winter morning with queerlittle jolts and pauses, as if Wanton Wully Oliver, the ringer, had beenjovial the night before. A blithe New-Year's-time bell; a droll, daft,scatter-brained bell; it gave no horrid alarms, no solemn reminders thatcommonly toll from steeples and make good-fellows melancholy to think uponthings undone, the brevity of days and years,