Your sister Fanny says the Boston young men stick out their elbows dreadfully when they waltz, and look like owls spinning on invisible teetotums.

She declares, too, that all the Boston girls are dowdy.

But she is obliged to confess that Mr.Beacon and Mr.Dinks are as well dressed and gentlemanly and dance as well as our young men here.

And as for the Boston ladies, Mr.Dinks tells Fanny that he has a cousin, a Miss Wayne, who lives in Delafield, who might alter her opinion of the dowdiness of Boston girls.

It seems she is a great heiress, and very beautiful; and it is said here (but you know how idle such gossip is) that she is going to marry her cousin, Alfred Dinks.