There ia a toy city in England; It grows, indeed more to;d.ike each year, as mora and more new bouses aro built in the quaint and ornamented style of the old ones, It is bo beloved by Americans that out of moro than ii hundred cabin passengers who crossed tho ocean with mo, fully one-fifth have already made their appearanco in Chester, and moro yet have doubtless passed unseen, No other small city iu England compares with it in picturcsqucness of internal structure, by reason of its still remaining city wall, its cruciform shape, and its curious "rows," or second storey side-walks, every main street having its scries of shops both below and above. Tho front galley, which protects tho upper lino of shops, has precisely tho effect of a balcony on the dramatic stage, and shows a constantly moving panorama of figures. Men and women aro constantly gazing down from it; and look over tho heads of other groups that lean against tho doorways of tho shops below. All scctn unconsciously to be at titudinizing, and this is a pursuit with which nothing seems to intefcro. You rarely sob n purchaser enter these shops, says a writer in "Harper's Bazaar," or if so, it is an Ameri can, who takes the play for earnest. It is, I belicvo, a mystery to tho reat of England what industry really supports tho pcoplo of Chester, among whom thero exists even moro than the usual disinclination of cathed-. ral cities for what arc are called in America " business enterprises." Except the mill of Doe, so long celebrated in song, and certain suburban lend works, thero aro no visiblo occupations savo in these little shops, some' of which aro, however, so expensive and luxurious as to suggest London or Paris, But nobody seems to mind this limitation of industries; thero is a soothing air of cheerful and busy idleness; and the pleasant tone of gentleness which usually pervades English shops is well matched by the in variable "Thank you" which follows equally a purehaso or a refusal to purchase. 