Morning Herald

[Correspondence of the Herald.]
Boston, Wednesday, Sept. 4, 8 o'clock, P. M.

Dear Bennett:—Through the kindness of some superhuman power, we were favored last evening with a most brilliant display of the Aurora Borealis. During the afternoon a very distinctly marked mirage was observed in the harbor. Vessels, of which only the sails could be seen in the distance, were represented by a distinct image inverted above the horizon, exhibiting not only the sails, but the hull. In some instances images were seen, apparently of vessels beyond the reach of direct vision.

The phenomenon in the evening commenced at about 8 o'clock, having the appearance of a bright veil, extending across the sky, rapidly changing its form, and varying its hues from a deep purple red to a brilliant yellow, and white. At times the whole heavens were a mass of light, and the streams centering at the zenith ran to the East and West. It continued till 10 o'clock.

Old women sank on their knees to pray that the world might not yet be destroyed; young girls with their beaux laughed at such idle superstition, and poured forth their thanks for such a brilliant light, when there was no "regular" moon to feast upon in their promenades; while married people retired to rest, caring for no color of the rainbow, save that of true hearts—sky blue.

For a small city, we have, I think, quite a host, if not a superfluity of public news journals, in addition to the regular daily papers. Two weekly political sheets are on the carpet—The Nettle for the Whigs, by Buckingham, of the Courier, and The Thorn for the Locos, by Charley Greene, of the Post. Then in the Temperance line, we have "The Liberal" and "The Expostulator," opposed to the License Law, and "Facts for the People" in its support. If we can sift the truth from such a multiplicity of conflicting opinions and statements, we deserve to be immortalised for our penetration. Mais nous verrons.

I can only promise you a series of letters, fraught with the best topics the market affords, for news is as rare an article with us, as peaches in June. We seem to be out of the way of every thing strange.—It was never the luck of a man-of-war on this station to capture a "low, black schooner," or should such an event happen, the chances would be ten to one, that the prize would be carried into some other port than Boston. Our matters of excitement are purely native, such as result from a temperance mania, or some foolish quarrel among ourselves.

The articles which have appeared in the N. York Herald upon the conduct of Consul Trist have been read with intense interest by our citizens, and undoubtedly will be the means of inciting them to action at the adjourned meeting tomorrow evening.—"Something must be done" is the watchword of all our merchants, for when the safety or liberty of American citizens are endangered, Massachusetts is never behind her sister states in her resolution to protect her countrymen. You may expect an account of the proceedings of this meeting in my next.

Locke, of the Boston Times, has been carrying on quite a verbal warfare with the Lowell folks about their factory girls, and now and then he receives a pretty hard hit from a correspondent of a Lowell paper, "a factory girl," and deservedly too. For my life I can not discern how he acquires his right to meddle with affairs in which he has not the least concern. It is true his father is a Judge in the Lowell Police Court, but the right can not be transferred from the father to the son, to allow the latter in his connection with the Boston press to rail at corporations in another city, of which he evidently knows nothing. It may be that subjects for leaders are scarce—if so, he had much better return to his former, though worn-thread-bare topic—the Richmond steamer and the impositions practised upon it. However, the girls have used him up about right, and I reckon he feels it—he looks sore.

Expect in my next a precious dainty bit of scandal concerning the runaway match of parties in high life, the gentleman a merchant of your city, and a visitor in Stuyvesant Place, and the lady a wealthy man's daughter in that vicinity—which is to come off this week.

Boston