Does our reader know Loring's in Boston? It is a place of literary meeting, where one sees those who Athenianize it--poets, philosophers, ministers, but, above all, the pretty girls who read, and the _jeunesse dorée_ who don't--but go there to look at the damsels who do. Why don't New York start a library as alluring as LORING'S? 'How do you get books from LORING'S?' asked a stranger lately of one of the damsels in question. 'By Hiring,' was the reply. It _was_ a 'goak,' although the querist didn't see it. ILLINOIS, _Aug. ----_ THE CONTINENTAL hath many correspondents--among the 'welcomest' of whom we class the one who speaks as followeth from the far West. We have many a good friend and hearty _bon compagnon_ in that same West: DEAR CONTINENTAL: 'When you have found a day to be idle, be idle for a day'--a charming saying for the indolent, which WILLIS prefixes to one of his earlier poems, crediting it to a volume of Chinese proverbs; yet, despite this, I am by no means sure as to its origin, for I suspect it is a trick of the trade for authors to charge all absurdities they are ashamed to own, and all fantastic vagaries they are too grave to acknowledge, to the Celestials, who, we are told, go to battle a fan in one hand and an umbrella in the other (a very sensible way too, with an occasional mint julip this warm weather); but, however all that may be, I adopt the saying; and, lazily resting my head, propose, pen in hand, to scratch down for you a chapter of anecdotes. I would rather sit near you, O MEISTER KARL, this sunny day of the waning June, in some forest nook; and when you had grown weary of talking (not I of listening) and had lit your old time meerschaum, I would tell you the stories, and you might repeat such as amused you to your readers. The first was suggested to me by your Jacksonville correspondent, in the just come July number. 'I, too, am an 'Athenian:'' and my story of a citizen of that be-colleged town is most authentic. The Rev. Mr. S----, former principal of the 'mill,' as certain profane students were wont to name the Seminary, wherein (did you believe the exhibition tickets) our 'daughters' were ground into 'corner-stones' polished after the 'similitude of a palace,' was a man of unusually modest humility, and somewhat absent-minded.