saluted the 'good old Kentucky State' of DANIEL BOONE, and HENRY CLAY, and many another brave and gifted son! Ascending a precipitous hill, which rises some seven hundred feet directly opposite Portsmouth, we obtained a splendid view of this large and flourishing town of some ten thousand inhabitants, and the noble country by which it is surrounded. If the western bard had been with us who

'Gazed upon the Great Scioto, And wondered where its waters go to,'

one 'wonder' would have 'ceased' at any rate, for here is where it throws itself into the embraces of the Ohio. A glorious valley it waters, richest of the rich in fertility, and stretching, olive-green, for some thirty miles away to the north. Looking southwardly, nothing at this point meets the eye save the rich rounded wood-crowned hills of 'Old Kaintuck.' We saw one of the 'Hunters of Kentucky,' plucked a graceful branch of the paw-paw fruit, and made our way back across the river. Now, 'down the Ohio to CINCINNATI!' Will you go along with us? - Olive Leaflets' is the pretty title of attractive stories written by ladies, some of whom are writers of high standing. They are intended for distribution among children; and we hope ladies will supply themselves with these sweet-breathing lessons of love and kindness, to make glad the children in the railway-car, or scatter among those just let loose from country-schools. They are for sale at only ten cents a packet of sixty 'Leaflets.' 'GOING down the O-hi-o' from Portsmouth, in a staunch steamer, of a fine afternoon, is agreeable voyaging. When late twilight comes on, and the roundings and points of the river are indistinct, and only large masses of shadow are thrown upon the still waters, which reflect the silvery glory of the not-yet-faded day-sky, then the Ohio justifies its title of 'beautiful.' We watched it until the crescent moon 'walked forth into the night,' and then 'turned in' to our state-room; which, by the way, opened not only into the beautiful saloon, but out by another door, with a neat blind-door attached, upon a spacious piazza. This is a delightful feature of the western steamers, and might well be imitated in eastern waters. In the first gray of dawn, 'all shaven and shorn,' and coolly toileted, we were sitting in an arm-chair, in the bracing morning breeze, in front of our state-room, rapidly approaching the great metropolis of Ohio. The northern shore begins to rise in gradual acclivities, along which you see the grape-vine-yards, green and flaunting, to their summits. Presently a low-hanging cloud of smoke appears along the north-west: a long village commences extending its apparently interminable line westward: you pass some twenty huge steamers, which you find are 'laid up in ordinary,' as it were in an hospital: you begin to wonder, 'Can this, after all, be Cincinnati ?' when a sudden bend in the river brings you in sight of THE CITY! a sight that you will not forget in a hurry. - - - THE following note from an old friend will explain itself. We have received the instrument 'in good order and well-conditioned.' We removed the rentages, gave it breath with our mouth, and it did discourse most eloquent music. Look you, this

is one of the 'stops:' for here we 'dry up,' and let our friend's note come in:

Batavia, (N. Y.,) August 10, 1855.

'MY DEAR SIR: I observe in the KNICKERBOCKER for last month an article (favorably introduced by you) from the Buffalo Daily Courier, in regard to the manufacture of a Pig-tail Whistle, by Professor WILLIAM B. HICKOX, of this village.

'Having 'taken sides' upon this important topic, and laid yourself liable to the doubts of city friends, as to the correctness of your position, Mr. Hickox deems it a duty, and at the same time a pleasure, to place in your hands the necessary evidence to overwhelm all opposition. Yours truly, LUCAS SEAVER.

'LOUIS GAYLORD CLARK, Esquire.

'P. S. It is due to the artist that his name should in future be correctly printed.

'DIRECTIONS. Before whistling, the small plug, or 'thorax-protector,' should be removed; and great care should be used in replacing the plug after use, that the original purity of tone may be protected and preserved.'

We term this musical instrument the 'Swinette-à-Pist'on,' after the 'cornet' of that name. It has the original kink‘au naturel,' is ornamented with a blue satin ribbon, and will sound to the compass of 'F' above the register' with ease. It 'goes good' with 'the bones,' which 'Young KNICK.' plays à marveille. We had a concerted piece the other night, with the assistance of the girls at the piano, and the 'First Banjo' from the Academy of Music. A 'staccato passage' from the 'Swinette' was greatly admired by the most distingué artists present. 'WHAT a wonderful place,' says the tourist of the 'Daily Times,' 'is Cincinnati! Distrust nothing that is told you of it; for its marvellous extent and astonishing New-Yorkness can scarcely be exaggerated. In its streets of tall, wide, and architecturally ‘distinguished' buildings, believe me, it has not its equal out of New-York, that I have ever seen. Its numerous public buildings, also, are in keeping with all this.' This is true, 'whoever wrote it or not.' As you turn the bend in the river, of which we have spoken, the long lines of steamers, 'nosed on' to the shore, (like a crowd of alligators at an anxious meeting for securing the same land-prey on the bank,) or lying beside the floatingdocks that rise and sink with high or low water-some 'up' for St. Paul's, some for St. Louis, some for New-Orleans, thousands of miles away: the extended rows of lofty ware-houses; the streets of New-York architecture, stretching into dimness; the high towers and steeples of the churches; the great dome of the BURNETT HOUSE; in short, the general vastness of the town, 'by and large,' takes the beholder entirely by surprise. We expected to find Cincinnati a large and flourishing place-but such a city, with two hundred thousand inhabitants and upward, with such streets, churches, public buildings, sumptuous private residences, etc., this was much more than even our imagination had 'bargained for.' We had opportunities to see the city from all points of view; from the richly-wooded park heights, crowned with splendid and hospitable private mansions, which environ it on one side, and from the eminences of the beautifully-situated city of Covington, which look down upon it from the other; and in every as

pect, 'still the wonder grew' that such a city should have arisen like an exhalation within the life of many a young man in its ample borders. Why, even we, a mere chicken, remember well the time when the great covered wagons, crowded with 'furnitures,' with pots and kettles dangling beneath, first began to appear upon the old 'State Road' that then ran through Central New-York, all journeying to 'The 'Hio,' as it was termed, a region until that time regarded as an almost 'undiscovered country.' We have spoken of the public buildings of Cincinnati. Let us, taking a single example, glance, in passing, at one - the hotel at which we are lodged - the 'BURNETT HOUSE.' There are others, we were informed, high in public favor such, for example, as the spacious Spencer House' but 'THE BURNETT' is the house you 'read of' at this present. We have not in our own Great Metropolis a larger or more beautiful hotel. It was built of stone, from designs by the distinguished architect ROGERS, under a legislative charter, by a stock-company, without regard to expense,' in the fullest meaning of that common expression. From top to bottom, in the structure, in the furniture, in the adornments, in the dignity of space of its great and small parlors, halls, suites of rooms, and private rooms- in all its accessories, in short-there is no sham. But there it is: and as Mr. WEBSTER said, 'Look at it.' It is a small but faithful picture of the great edifice, prepared for a work on the 'Progress of the Great Valley of the Mississippi.' Understand, that it is longer and wider than the ASTOR; that its drawing and dining-rooms are larger; its marble-tiled halls, reading-room, bar, etc., more spacious; and you will gain some idea of the extent and character of the establishment. We went over every portion of the vast concern. We essayed the 'run of the kitchen,' and saw how, by steam and other toil and time-saving processes, multitudinous guests, who might crowd the great table d'hôte and private parlors at one and the same time, could be supplied with all the 'luxuries of the season,' done 'to a turn,' and done well, without admixture of odors. Also the washing department and laundry -a 'house-full' of clean wet linen, whirled dry by countless revolutions of a machine which separates all the water from the clothes, and leaves them ready for the last 'operations,' which are similarly facilitated, by labor-saving improvements.* When all this is done, sit by a window, as

* We quote from a contemporary the following description of 'The Burnett,' which is a 'curtailed abbreviation compressing all the particulars: '

THE main entrance, which is on Third-street, is through a magnificent portico in the Grecian style, ornamented with ten columns of the Ionic order: a terrace extends from each side in front of the main buildings and wings, which will accommodate a thousand persons. The bar or exchange room in the basement, and even with Third-street, is about eighty feet square, studded with Corinthian columns about two feet in diameter. The building is five stories in height: the halls, running over two hundred feet in length, are of high ceiling, and nine feet in width, giving the most airy walks and free ventilation.

The structure is two hundred and twelve feet front on Third street, extending back two hundred and sixteen feet, having a large court in the centre of the building. The wings of the building extend from the main structure about thirty feet on Third-street, forming the large parlors of the hotel, the ladies' parlor or drawing-room being fifty feet in length by forty feet in breadth, with a twenty feet ceiling, having ten large windows extending to the floor, from either of which persons may step out upon the terrace. This room requires three hundred yards of carpeting to cover the floors!

The dining-room extends one hundred and ten feet by fifty feet in width, and seated, upon the

we did, in the hush of the first faint morning gloaming, and watch the long wagons enter the arched gate-way, which you see at the left of the engraving, opening into the wide oblong court within, filled with the fresh produce of the 'Burnett-House Farm,' some four miles distant; all gathered or picked within two hours; green corn, cucumbers, potatoes, 'water, mush, and other millions,' with the whole family of fruits. Well, such is the BURNETT HOUSE, of Cincinnati. Mr. A. B. COLEMAN is the competent and deservedly popular proprietor and manager. He is assisted by a brother who is 'like unto him': indeed, it is a fact that all the Brothers COLEMAN seem to have 'a gift' at making people 'at home' and happy under their roofs: witness the 'Troy House' in old days, and the 'ASTOR,' and ' BURNETT,' and 'Montreal Hotel' now-a-days. But 'still must we on.' SELDOM have we welcomed with more cordial pleasure a new publication, than 'The American Journal of Education and College Review.' We might have known beforehand what it could not fail to be, in the hands of its editors, ABSALOM PETERS, D.D., and HENRY BARNARD, LL.D. Few persons in this country, certainly no one of his years, is more favorably known to the public as a promoter of ‘education,' in the very best sense, and in all the relations expressed by that term, than Mr. BARNARD. Aside from his long experience, his intuitive perceptions of the wants of the age in this regard, he has always seemed to us to possess a 'gift' in the promotion of the great object in which he has labored so faithfully and so successfully. His reputation has been extended abroad, as well as at home, not only by his personal visits and examinations, but by his works on 'School Architecture' and 'National Education in Europe,' which were warmly commended by the English reviews. As to Dr. PETERS, he has long been known to the American public as sustaining important and efficient relations to our religious and literary institutions, and as being, for several years, the distinguished editor of the 'American Biblical Repository,' and of 'The American Eclectic,' the plan of which last originated with him. The Journal and Review' will be published monthly, with an average of eighty pages. The first year will be reckoned from the first of January, but the first number has been issued in advance, and will be ready for subscribers early in September. Mr. N. A. CALKINS, Number Ten, APPLETON'S Building, is the publisher. - Down the Ohio, from Cincinnati to Louisville, is about a twelve hours' sail: and a very pleasant sail it is. Our boat was the Telegraph, Number Three,' a mammoth steamer, we thought, until we passed the "Jacob Strader' on her way up; a superb boat, however, was ours, 'any way,' with an obliging captain, and a pilot who deserves

occasion of a recent entertainment, over seven hundred persons! The ladies' ordinary will seat two hundred and fifty persons, and is a gem of a room. The house contains three hundred and forty-two rooms, mostly large and spacious, and, strange to relate, every room is lighted and ventilated from without. One of the curiosities is the heating apparatus and the laundry department. in which there are renovated or washed about three thousand pieces daily, and with apparently very little help or confusion. The store-rooms and wine and liquor-cellars or vaults surpass any thing of the kind in the world. The kitchen is a museum: a feeling of delicacy at a supposed trespass, during the operation of business, caused us to hesitate, when the proprietor suggested that he liked an examination of that department by all who felt disposed. And well he might; for it was as clean and sweet as a parlor. Most persons think it will not do to look into the dirty cullnary department,' but the most fastidious might safely do it in this case.'

one of

to preside over such a pilot-house as that of 'The Telegraph': a large room, overlooking the river-banks and scenery on each side, with velvet-cushioned seats sufficiently extended to accommodate a partisan caucus in the most exciting political times; and from this eminence was afterward seen the dreadful night-collision between 'The Telegraph' and 'The Old Kentucky Home.' (What an interest is added to this incident, from our having, as we have said, 'been there,' and seen both steamers!) We passed the mouth of the Kentucky River, where was anchored a Floating Circus, with all the matériel and paraphernalia of a kindred land-establishment. Every now and then a signal from either shore would 'advise' of a passenger or two in waiting. Round went the steamer; out slipped the plank, guided by two swarthy deck-hands, with brawny arms, hairy legs, and rolled-up trowsers: the passengers came on board, and again we 'are off.' We pass 'HUNTER'S Bottom,' a most beautiful reach of fertile plantations, in the highest state of cultivation, with residences embosomed in trees, which cast their deep shadows upon grassy lawns, that lead down to the river's brink. In the dark we stop at Maysville, a favorite town of HENRY CLAY'S. Amidst the tarry smoke and wild glare of pine-torches, we land passengers them a very beautiful 'Kentucky girl'-and are once more on our way. Presently a long bright line of lights, like the wharve-lamps of New-York seen at night from Hoboken, stretch away in the distance, appparently directly across the river. That is LOUISVILLE, Kentucky, at which place, having safely arrived, please find us, 'booked, bedded, and fast asleep.' Good night! We'll see you in the morning.' WE sympathize with our contemporary, PETERSON, of Philadelphia, who complains that original articles from his interesting magazine are copied without credit. We thought of the very same thing, when we saw on a near page of the same number the lines 'Poor Lone Hannah,' written for, and published in the KNICKERBOCKER, and thence copied into half the journals of the Union, published with only an 'anonymous' acknowledgment. That our esteemed contemporary 'didn't mean to do it,' we are quite certain; but we thought we 'might as well mention it,' just for the fun of the thing. - DURING our stay in Cincinnati, we had the pleasure of a visit to the great wine-establishment of Mr. NICHOLAS LONGWORTH, whose noble mansion and grounds have often been spoken of in the public journals. The day was intensely hot; but in the various vaults of the immense wine-house, one below the other, the air was delightfully temperate, and at the last, where the thermometer sank to some forty degrees, decidedly cool. Here were puncheons of the 'native juice' so vast, that the celebrated 'Malmsey Butt' might have rolled within them like a cork in a bottle. 'Why, they will hold as much as a house!' said one of our party; and the remark was scarcely an exaggeration. Beside these, here were, placed slantingly in racks, two hundred and thirty thousand bottles of sparkling and still Catawba, two of which made a 'good report' of themselves, as we were traversing the dark subterranean passages. The State of Ohio has had the wisdom to protect the native growth of the grape in her borders, and thus to substitute for spurious 'fire-waters' an innocent and