The Portland Daily Press

Correspondence of the Press.
Letter from Boston.
Emancipation Jubilee, and Emancipation Concert—Salute of an hundred guns—Boston Daily Croaker—Chimes in the city, etc.

BOSTON, Jan. 4, 1863.

How odd it seems to write 3 instead of 2 in the date of a letter. The coming of the new year was celebrated in several ways, besides the usual call-making and bell-ringing; for among other things we had two great emancipation meetings. One of these was held in Tremont Temple, under the immediate auspices of the Garrisonians and negroes. Phillips was advertised to speak, both in the afternoon and evening; but as the President was not so good as to send on a special copy of his proclamation, Mr. Phillips would not address the audience. He was evidently fearful lest the entanglements at Washington might have hindered President Lincoln from taking this step forward. A good many pretty voluble negroes and white men addressed the assembly. Mr. Fred Douglas being one of the most interesting among the speakers. The Temple was unpleasantly dark during the whole of the "convention," as it was called. The concert at Music Hall was on a different plan, and met with deserved success. Dr. Holmes one of the men who called the meeting together, gave two more stanzas to his army hymn, and this, together with other anthems and jubilant songs, lent much interest to the impressive occasion. In both meetings Gov. Saxton's address to the North Carolinians was read amid the most deafening cheers.

On Saturday a salute of one hundred guns was fired on the Common, by command of Gov. Andrew, in honor of the proclamation. As usual the Courier, or Croaker, or whatever the dismal sheet which emanates from the basement of the old State House, is called, now thinks the government is on its last legs. The lugubrious strain of the Croaker is as amusingly solemn as that of the New York "World." Never can high price of paper, or type, or anything else, cause that doleful sheet to cease its fault-finding.

There are three sets of chimes which I can hear from my window. One of these tunes comes from Dr. Gannett's church on Arlington street, another from the belfry on Salem street. The latter was finely played on Christmas eve, and on New Year's night, when it rang the new year in. The third of these chimes consists of three bells. Thus it is that the "Church of the Advent" on Green street calls its worshippers to service, and one must confess that the tweedle-de-dum of the bell triplet is anything but devotional. Imagine a tune executed on three keys of a piano; think of an air breathed from three holes in an accordion; conceive the effect. "Ra-mi-do, ra-mi-do. ra-a-a-a-mi-e-e-e-do-o-o-o." that's the music! And that is our third chime, which I referred to. But the sound of the bells is not quite so monotonous to one standing in the entry or aisles of the church; for there you do not hear them so plainly. So much for the Green street trinity of tintinnabulation.

A cold shudder ran through our city yesterday as the sad news of the foundering of the Monitor came over the wires. Disaster after disaster. When shall the clouds flee away and the dawn come?

MOXIE.