lOEM BY A YOUNG PHILADELPHIA LADY.'-.. ■;> ,-:y The Boston Transcript, in publishing tho lefiowing poem, says it is “by thA daughter ef Mr. i>. Bates, of Philadelphia, whose •JBpeak Gently’ has achfeved aCwell-desarved, lame on both sideß of/tho Atlantic. It is larelv that we find frothrone so young such felicitous and poetic descriptions of nature as to the ‘Summer Night.’ The influence of Whittier has created a school of poetry m onr country, which is .distinct from that of Europe, as onr school of landscape painting differs from that of the Old World A BUMMER NIGHT. BY LEONA nATES. The sun has set, and o’er the valley hangs Tho misty vei) that Summer wears to hide Her glowing beauty fromrthe gaze of Night. Soft, lazy breezes float from off the hills To lull the flowers to Sleep. Over my face,. lihe touch of woman’s fingers; stealb the air, Soothing my weary brain, and bringing sweet forgetfulness of sorrow, care, and pain. The shadows deepen, and t%n,distant woods look dark andgloomy, though at fervent noon The twining bonghsand dark, green