profit as may be honestly come by, the proprietors have determined to put the boxes up to auction and sell the tickets to the highest bidders.  It was rather barbarous of me, I think, upon reflection, to stand at the window while all this riot was going on, laughing at the fun; for not a wretch found his way in that did not come out rubbing his back or his elbow, or showing some grievous damage done to his garments.  The opposite window of my room looks out upon a churchyard and a burial-ground; the reflections suggested by the contrast between the two prospects are not otherwise than edifying....  Good-by; God bless you!

I am ever yours, most truly,
FANNY KEMBLE.

NEW YORK, Friday, May 24, 1833. 
MY DEAREST H——­,

I received your last letter, dated the 22d March, a week ago, when
I was in Boston, which we have left, after a stay of five weeks, to
return here, where we arrived a few days ago....

Boston is one of the pleasantest towns imaginable.  It is built upon three hills, which give it a singular, picturesque appearance, and I suppose suggested the name of Tremonte Street, and the Tremonte Hotel, which we inhabited.  The houses are many of them of fine granite, and have an air of wealth and solidity unlike anything we have seen elsewhere in this country.  Many of the streets are planted with trees, chiefly fine horse-chestnuts, which were in full leaf and blossom when we came away, and which harmonize beautifully with the gray color and solid handsome style of the houses.  They have a fine piece of ground, like a park, in one part of the town, which, together with the houses round it, reminded me a good deal of the Green Park and the walk at the back of Arlington Street.

[The addition of the new part of Boston, stretching beyond the Common and the public Gardens, has added immensely to the beauty of the city, and the variety of the buildings and alternate views at the end of the vistas of the fine streets, looking toward Dorchester Heights, and those ending in the blue waters of the bay and Charles River, not unfrequently reminded me both of Florence and Venice, under a sky as rich, and more pellucid, than that of Italy.]

The country all round the neighborhood of Boston is charming.  The rides I took in every direction were lovely, and during the last fortnight of our stay nothing could exceed the exquisite brightness of the spring weather.  The apple trees were all in bloom, the lilacs in flower, and everything as sweet, fresh, and enchanting as possible....  How I wish you could have seen the glorious Hudson with me the other day, now that the woods on its banks are dark with the shade of their thick and varied foliage!  How you would have rejoiced in the beautiful and noble river scenery!  This is “a brave new world,” more ways than one, and we are every way bound to like it, for our labor has been most amply rewarded in its most important result,