Last Friday evening was the “Feast of Lights” with us; I assure you every window shone, many with transparent paintings, whose emblems were well imagined, while loyal enwreathed thanksgivings glowed in phosphorus. Our corporation, our esquires, our choir, and our principal tradesmen, preceded by a band of music, sung God Save the King through the streets. If our little city loved genius, science, and art, half as well as it loves its king, and his minister, our societies would be more animated than they are.