The New York correspondent of the St. Louis Republican is a lady, and a lively one, too. She is " up to snuif," andtwice as pungent. Hear her : " Hamlet never dreamed of a surcoat so crusted with jet as ice shall sport this spring. Jet fringes, laces loaded with tiny jet beads ; silks breaking down with their glittering inasses of embroidery. Next to spangles jet is the showiest ornarnentation, and spangles will coine with the fall, I fully believe. Then we have low cut shoes with fancy stockings ; and, oh ! another sweet thing - pantalettes. You can show 'ein in the spring- there's so many mnddy places. They must be elaborately trimmed with lace frills and embroidery, and reach the aukle. They are touching, and when worn with thin and queer foot-handles, very becoming. To be sure, the irreverent youth who enjoyed the privilege of taking me to the charity ball beheld these pantelettes for the first time beneath the raised train of a belle. . I was too late to interfere. He rushed forwaid, and in the most mystorious manner whispered her ' she was losing 'em off.' No words can describe the look sho rewarded him with. Poor dear! he feil back discomfited, and let two or three couples pasa him, when he exclaimed : ' Why, they are all losing 'em off!' and that's the effeet of the now pantalettes."