A valued correspondent writes thus of his enjoyments, and, we have no doubt, very truthfully expresses his pleasures: " I and my man, Jeemes (the latter, especially), are at work, this fine spring morning, draining wet spots, feeding trees, relaying sods on the lawn, and preparing holes for transplanting. Can there be anything more delightful under the sun than this working (moderately 1) in the dirt? How pleasant to wander through your grounds in spring, and find your old friends alive, and coming out to greet you! Then, what a glorious, healthy appetite it gives a sedentary man! I It makes him almost believe he had overrated his books and his intellectual pleasures. Beef-steak, and a cup of coffee, are things not to be despised even at Athens 1 A saucy young lady looking over my shoulder, requests me to add: 'I wonder if mamma will ever be able to teach me that there can be any pleasure In house cleaning like you describe in your planting V To which I reply: ' Certainly, my young friend; you will find pleasure in performing every duty;* but she don't seem to understand me.

The said lady was much amused with the Boston account of the female skaters, and as a supplement thereto I beg to add the following stray paragraph: 'The man who stoutly objected to his wife's learning to skate, a month ago, has at length come to the conclusion that he is perfectly willing to let her slide.*"