"Wall," the man sed, "it's good for white beans and potatoes, but was regards raisin' wheat, t'ain't worth a damn.  But hav' you seen the Grate Orgin?" THE POOTY GIRL IN SPECTACLES. I returned in the Hoss Cars, part way.  A pooty girl in spectacles sot near me, and was tellin' a young man how much he reminded her of a man she used to know in Walthan.  Pooty soon the young man got out, and, smilin' in a seductive manner, I said to the girl in spectacles, "Don't I remind you of somebody you used to know?" "Yes," she sed, "you do remind me of one man, but he was sent to the penitentiary for stealin' a Bar'l of mackril--he died there, so I conclood you ain't HIM."  I didn't pursoo the conversation.  I only heard her silvery voice once more durin' the remainder of the jerney.  Turnin' to a respectable lookin' female of advanced summers, she asked her if she had seen the Grate Orgin. We old chaps, my dear, air apt to forget that it is sum time since we was infants, and et lite food.  Nothin' of further int'rist took place on the cars excep' a colored gentleman, a total stranger to me, asked if I'd lend him my diamond Brestpin to wear to a funeral in South Boston.  I told him I wouldn't--not a purpuss. COMMON SKOOLS. A excellent skool sistim is in vogy here.  John Slurk, my old pardner, has a little son who has only bin to skool two months, and yet he exhibertid his father's performin' Bear in the show all last summer.  I hope they pay partic'lar 'tention to Spelin in these Skools, because if a man can't Spel wel he's of no 'kount. SUMMIN' UP. I ment to have allooded to the Grate Orgin in this letter, but I haven't seen it.  Mr. Reveer, whose tavern I stop at, informed me that it can be distinctly heard through a smoked glass in his nativ town in New Hampshire, any clear day.  But settin' the Grate Orgin aside (and indeed, I don't think I heard it mentioned all the time I was there), Boston is one of the grandest, sure-footedest, clear headedest, comfortablest cities on the globe. Onlike ev'ry other large city I was ever in, the most of the hackmen don't seem to hav' bin speshully intended by natur for the Burglery perfession, and it's about the only large city I know of where you don't enjoy a brilliant opportunity of bein swindled in sum way, from the Risin of the sun to the goin down thereof.  There4 I say, loud and continnered applaus' for Boston! DOMESTIC MATTERS.