snow; he'd keep through twenty such jobs as you are doing!' That was the last attempt at anticipating payment, and the work was soon completed. . A VERY long time ago, as long ago as 1812, the then editor of the 'New-York Evening Post' complained of the Philadelphia daily journals, that they copied his articles without credit, concealing their source altogether, and when pressed to act fairly, saving their consciences by still publishing the Post's articles as original, only sticking into one corner, in fine type, at the bottom, the magic letters, 'Nyep,' which being interpreted by those who understood it, meant the 'New-York Evening Post;' like the wag, adds the editor, who stole away from the company he was in, leaving a paper marked 'Dio,' or in other words, 'D—n me, I'm off!' Now we could wish that the present editors of the 'Post' would affix to whatsoever they may find worthy of copying from this Magazine, the magic word 'Nykm,' or something of the sort, to indicate their humble paternity. The lines 'To My Boy,' which the editors copied, with deserved commendation, as from the 'Louisville Examiner,' was written, (as we took occasion to inform the 'Post' in a private note,) for the KNICKERBOCKER, but its readers remain ignorant of the fact, as also of another, less important to be sure, that several extracts from this department, in a subsequent issue of the 'Post,' originated here. But ''t's no matter,' as HACKETT used to say: only, Vive la bagatelle. . . . We have been pleased with the subjoined extract of a letter addressed to a correspondent. Who knows but what some reader may also affect it? To make use of an expression which was employed some years ago in a newspaper, 'Time will show :'

'W tells me that you are still at the old homestead, and likely to be for some weeks to come. No news yet of your contemplated nuptials. It doth move me exceedingly to know what in the name of wonder keeps asunder two loving hearts, by nature fitted for each other. She is handsome? Ay? And amiable? Even so.' And loves you? Yea, verily? And is in possession of the tin? Yes, Sir-REE! Then why in the name of Toм WALKER don't you get married? 'IT will surprise you somewhat, if you have not previously been informed of the fact, that I have again taken up BLACKSTONE, and expect in the course of a twelvemonth to come out fledged, a 'chip' of the law. This world is all a fleeting show,' says Toм MOORE, mournfully. Suppose it were not; who would desire to look forever on the same sight? For one, I thank Heaven, that it is fleeting. For twenty years I took it easy-come day, go day,' etc.; for the ten succeeding, I fought it: I have just entered upon the fourth decade, and bear it heroically; the fifth I shall pass through philosophically; the sixth, retrospectively; ruminating, while chewing the cud of the past; the seventh, prospectively from the top of Pisgah, I trust, watching with hope the varying glories of the far-off land. Temperaments differ. Your period of heroism may overlap two decades, and outlast mine. My working days cease at forty. Whatever I am to do for humanity, in the outer world of bustle and activities, must be done shortly. ... WITHIN the precincts of the Present, HOPE and FAITH enter never; standing always just outside the boundaries of Now. Verily the days of my verdant youth are returning, and of the fanciful I prate as then, ere the sullenness of Fate had clothed my brow with shadows. In considering what is here written, I discover words; I had almost said, nothing more. Nevertheless, what is writ, is writ.' It is all I have to offer -- a slight electric flash of sympathy from my soul to yours. When you feel it, let me say to you, in the most persuasive, pensive, sentimental manner: My dear, dear Toм — leave off ‘chawing terbacker!"

'What a falling off was there, my countrymen!' . . . The Summer Watering Places, near and distant, after undergoing great improvements, are preparing for 'the season.' The 'Marine Pavilion,' at Rockaway, as heretofore under the charge of CRANSTON, than whom a more justly popular landlord there is not in the United States, presents unusual attractions. New and spacious buildings have been annexed, others have been re-modelled, long piazzas and cool alcoves have been added, trees and flowers planted; every thing, in short, has been done which could render the house still more worthy of the preeminent favor which has hitherto been extended to it. Nearer the metropolis, and accessible in an hour's sail or drive, we have the

superb 'Hamilton House,' which has been so extensively improved that its best friends would n't know it.' The proprietor has now two hundred and thirty-seven rooms for his guests, exclusive of the entire fourth story, the rooms in which are for the use of the nurses and female servants of his family-boarders. Eight hundred feet of piazza, fronting the river, Staten-Island, and the bay, now afford a promenade from which may be obtained not only a view of the beautiful and cultivated grounds belonging to the establishment, now full of trees and flowers, but of a distant panorama, of unequalled variety and beauty. The proprietor, Mr. HAWLEY D. CLAPP, has approved himself a good and popular landlord, and we doubt not, as we hope, that his house may be crowded during the season. Our friends the MARVINS, at Saratoga, have opened their vast and magnificent caravansera, with renewed and added enticements; and our excellent landlord SHERRILL soon opens his well-known and popular establishment upon the matchless Lake George. . . . THE following appears to us a felicitous expression of a beautiful thought: Hope is the morning red of joy, and memory its evening red; but the latter is so apt to drop down as faded gray dew or rain, and the blue day, promised by the red, breaks indeed, but in another earth, with another sun.' . . . An urchin, five or six years old, was on his knees the other day on the pavement, hammering away at something on a door-step. His mother, on the opposite side of the street, bawled out: 'JOHN, what are you standing there for, sitting on your knees?' JOHN vouchsafed no reply, but while we were looking on, continued to 'stand sitting on his knees.' . . . Of all 'grand' musical instruments we have ever seen, commend us to 'Pirsson's Double Grand Piano.' It is not only a very beautiful instrument, but its effects are, beyond description, astonishing. It has softness, sweetness, power; and with four persons of skill playing upon it at once, it is a whole concert in itself. Go and hear it, townreader, by all means. Mr. JOHN R. BARTLETT, of Rhode-Island, has been appointed by our government a commissioner to run the Boundary Line between the United States and Mexico. A better appointment could not have been made. Mr. BARTLETT is well known by his contributions to ethnological and geographical science and by his connection with the literary institutions of the country. Lieutenant STRAIN is associated in the survey, and from him also the scientific world will expect interesting results. . . . ONE of the noble guests' at a late aldermanic feast in London, remarked, 'I've heard it's impossible to eat turtle-soup with impunity.' 'To which thus then' an alderman: 'I don't know, my lord; I always eat mine with a spoon! Intelligent, that! . . . The 'New-York Athenæum,' in Broadway, opposite Bond-street, will be found one of the best-supplied reading-rooms in the metropolis. The rooms are to be spacious and commodious, and every thing that can add to the value and comfort of such an establishment will be availed of by the proprietors, who are backed, as we learn, by ample capital and stimulated by a laudable spirit of enterprise. MR. A. HART, late CAREY AND HART, Philadelphia, have published, each in two very handsome volumes, illustrated with finely-engraved portraits, 'Memoirs of Marie Antoinette,' an extremely interesting work by LAMARTINE, and 'Memoirs of the House of Orleans,' from Louis Thirteenth to LOUIS PHILIPPE, by W. COOK TAYLOR, LL.D. The latter is also a work replete with the deepest interest. . . . NOTICES of several admirable pieces of new music from the popular establishment of WILLIAM HALL AND SON, 239 Broadway, of new books, periodicals, communications, etc., are postponed to our next, having been crowded out by the too-late remembered necessity of an index and title-page for the volume which closes with the present number.