Every one must be wearied with the word Kansas; but not of her political troubles and strifes would I write; but of the woods and prairies as they present themselves to the emigrant's eye; and surely the indolent Indian has changed the aspect of the country but little since the formation of the world. But a few years ago this same Kansas was supposed to be almost a desert, with the exception of a few square miles; but instead we find the numerous streams heavily timbered with all the trees known to grow in temperate climates, and the prairies, like most meadows, decked all over with the various hues and colors that an artist can name. Here in the woods the Papaw bears its autumnal fruit, and some there are who say they prefer it to the most luscious peach. The Pecan-tree drops its nuts with the hickory and walnut, and the hazel-nut is gathered by the bushel, and almost every family make their own wine from the wild grapes, which grow here in such profusion that in flowering-time the fragrance of the flowers literally fills the air; and there are old vines in the woods one foot through at the base. Hops are also gathered in large quantities.

The Black Raspberry, when transplanted from the woods to the garden, is twice the size I ever saw it in Ohio; and there are some blackberries growing in the woods that, could they but receive the attention that amateurs pay the New Rochelle, would equal that berry in productiveness and size. The Strawberry also in some places on the prairies grows in great profusion, but not here in the woods; and these Kansas prairies - not vast levels like the Illinois flats, but rolling, rolling, ever varying - and the roads, - what are plank roads by the side of these lawn drives? The first day of this last October found us travelling through the southern portion of this territory, where the climate is much milder than here; and as we drove through Lynn County, we were constantly breaking out into exclamations of delight as we caught sight of the patches of verbena by the wayside. By the side of the main travelled road over these prairies is a deserted old track, and in this old track is where this lovely verbena luxuriates - invariably a bright pink, and so sweet - has the fragrance of the old garden pink. I secured a number of the roots, for these "shortlived beauties " need no greenhouse to protect them. One root I found with flowers of a bright scarlet, but not fragrant.

By the side of roads and on the commons in the little towns, where we usually see Mayweed, we see the little verbena, close to the ground, and flocks of sheep carelessly grazing all among them.

The Mimosa, or Sensitive Plant, grows luxuriantly. I gathered seeds from plants three feet high, with such exquisitely small delicate leaves. Many varieties of a species of China Aster decked out the green grass in patches of purple and white, and now and then by the wayside is to be seen a large dark blue-bell on a low stem, sometimes two or three in a cluster. All along shoot up tall stalks of a dark lilac-colored thistle-like flower - very pretty; and near little streams we found a light yellow flower with a black centre - leaf like the locust, and must be the garden senna. Twice I met with the Prickly Pear growing wild. A very little further south are several species of the Cactus, and the Trumpet Creeper clings to the bark of the forest trees while its orange-colored blossoms are nodding to you from the branches above. The valley of the Neosho is said to be the garden of Kansas: another year, if possible, I shall see its beauties with my own eyes. Louise.

[Very much obliged to you, Louise, for your interesting sketch; we shall be glad to hear from you again. We fear, however, that you did not look at your beautiful prairie flowers with ayour botanical glasses on. Look again. We cannot majte out your poet-office address. - Ed].

The numerous friends of Mr. A. O. Moore will be glad to learn that he has arrived safely in California in improved health. From a letter just received from him we make the following interesting extract of his first impressions of the tropics. The letter is dated December 20. Mr. Moore will be our California correspondent.

" The trip hitherward was certainly a fortunate and pleasant one, having had but one storm, and that on the night we left New York. Scarcely a shower of rain have we seen since we started. As the climate grew rapidly warmer, we were soon on deck enjoying the soft warm breezes. And very strange it seemed to see women and children in summer clothes sitting all the evening on deck without a thought of taking cold. Then we landed at Aspinwall, and the first glimpse of cocoa and palm-trees - luxuriant growths of all kinds - (strange and beautiful were they all) - met our view, as we awoke on the morning of the eighth day from New York.

"After a stay of some eight or nine hours at Aspinwall, we' took the cars for Panama, a ride I shall never forget. Such forms of foliage! As far above all types of foliage I ever saw as the forms that the old Greeks and Romans studied and copied were above our puling men and women of this day. Giant-like, yet all gracefulness;. the very ideal of all that is beautiful, luxuriant, and noble.

"We embarked again that evening on the steamer "Golden Age," leaving unvisited the city of Panama proper, which is an old walled Spanish town near the depot. Twelve days' sail on the placid Pacific brought us to San Francisco, - a very quick and pleasant trip.

" Here the weather is delightful. Though no hour of the day is comfortable within doors without a fire, yet when one remembers that we are in mid-winter, and calls to mind the snows and icy cold of the same latitude on the Atlantic, this must be admitted.

"All the roses and other flowers are in full bloom. The usual spring and summer vegetables, and even strawberries, are in the market, and a large part of the day it is pleasant to bo out sketching in the open air".