There were two large coves projecting into the peninsula,--one from the harbor and one from Charles River, nearly opposite to each other, and producing the narrow portion of the land already spoken of, so that if the peninsula was not formed of two islands originally, as has been supposed, the cutting of a creek across this narrow portion, nearly on the line of Blackstone Street, and uniting the waters of the two coves, had the effect practically to make it so, at least at such times as the waters of Charles River and the harbor met across the neck, near Roxbury; so that the peninsula can hardly be said to have been heart-shaped, much less square. But the most curious description of Boston, though it may hardly be called such, is that given by Edward Ward--a low, but ingenious and scandalous author, whose book cannot enter a decent presence--in his "Trip to New England."[1] He says of "Boston and the Inhabitants,"-- "On the south-west side of Massachusetts Bay is Boston, whose name is taken from the Town in Lincolnshire, and is the Metropolis of all New England. The houses, in some parts, join as in London. The buildings, like their women, being neat and handsome. And their streets, like the hearts of the male inhabitants, are paved with pebble. "In the chief or High Street there are stately edifices, some of which have cost the owners two or three thousand pounds the raising, which I think plainly proves two old adages true, viz., That a fool and his money is soon parted; and, Set a beggar on horseback he'll ride to the devil; for the fathers of these men were tinkers and pedlars. "To the glory of religion, and the credit of the town, there are four churches, built with clapboards and shingles, after the fashion of our meeting houses; which are supply'd by four ministers, to whom some, very justly, have applied these epithets, one a scholar, the second a gentleman, the third a dunce, and the fourth a clown." These extracts afford no idea of the scandalous character of the book, nor do even sentences like these: "The women, like the men, are excessive smokers." "They smoke in bed, smoke as they knead their bread, smoke whilst they are cooking their victuals, smoke at prayers," &c. "Eating, drinking, smoking, and sleeping take up four parts in five of their time," &c. "Rum, alias kill-devil, is as much ador'd by the American English, as a dram of brandy is by an old billingsgate," &c. We can give our readers no further idea of the gross and indecent character of the whole volume, without offending in the way the author has done. THE SOUTH COVE.