Dear Miss Editor:

    I beg leave through the medium of your newspaper, to say a few words to the young Ladies in Miss Beechers school, par-ticularly to those who are engaged in supporting the School Gazette, the fame of which I have hear even before it had any existence. But in the first place, I suppose I must tell who I am, & something about my self, tho, I feel considerable apprehension that my tale may not be credited. It is a fact however, that I am no mortal man, or woman either, but truly one of those little noisy, in-sects that nightly perched upon the tree in Hartford streets, nightly seranade its worthy inhabitants with our songs. I know it is very presumptuous in me to hope such an insignificant creature should hope to find a place in your truly valuable miscel-lany, but as it may be in my power to give you considerable information of which you are now ignorant concerning our puny race, I have some hope that my communication may find acceptance. I apprehend that you will scarcely believe me when I assure you that we insects have our beaux and belle, our tea parties & balls, our sleigh rides and water parties, & all the same kind of amusements and dissipation that mortal men enjoy-----

    I, miss Editor, am a young female of great family & fortune, & last week for the first time I made my appearance in company; or as you fashionables would have it, "last week" I came out" for the first time. I had for a long time been antici-pating the happy period when my age and education would allow me to make my first debut in our fashionable circle; O it was with rapture I heard my mother say that I should make my first appearance at the next commencement Ball in Bug College.

    I thought the time could never come, but at length the joyful period arrived, & three days before I had received an invitation from one of our sprucest beaux whom I always admired, & who has often addressed & attentions to me as my delicacy & reserve would forbid me to repeat. As you may never have seen any thing of this kind, I will transcribe it for you perusal.

    "Col. Bumble Bees compliments to Miss Caty Did, I would beg the honour & felicity of attending her to the Commencement Ball to be given in the grand Hall in Bug College/"

    At the appointed time the gentleman came, all dressed in yellow mall-cloths with yellow kid gloves, & though he is rather corpulent, I assure you he was a prodigious genteel looking fellow. He conducted me with great gallantry to the hall, where the brilliant scene that presented itself fully answered my expectations. The room was most tastefully hung with silk worm & spider webs and lighted with great elegance and splendor. At the farther end the musicians were placed; they con-sisted of twelve negro crickets, who had purposely been sent for from New Haven for the occasion, as they were acquainted with a great variety of the newest and best cotillions. The dancing soon commenced & the ball was opened by Miss Anna Matilda, Lititia, Butterfly; who has been reigning belle for some time past, & was lead out by Sir William Wasp, a true dandy of the first school. Col. Bumble Bee & myself took the second place, and the next dance I was led to the head by the Elegant Gen. Horn Bug.

    You would have been delighted to have seen how well the company all appeared, & the care and elegance with which they danced There was however one or two exceptions, for there was one Mr Devil's Darning-needle, that made sad work in one of the cotillions, & Old Father Long legs succeeded so badly that after his first attempt, he was content to sit the rest of the evening and chat with old Miss Spider. Young Dr Grasshopper was much admired for his dancing, as were the two Miss Fly's particularly Miss Emmeline Hornfly--

    But there were two little fellows dressed in black, who seemed to carry the palm in dancing, & they were the most active nimble sprightly dancers I ever saw. They were the two Mr Fleas, who I after-wards understood were resident graduates in the college. Two of the college faculty Professor Lightningbug & Tutor Hornet honored us with their presence, tho they did not dance--There was one Minister, that not only attended but also took a part in the dancing This was the Rev Mr Beetle who we afterward under-stood came from the eastward where it is quite common for Bugs of his cloth to attend Balls.

    But alas, there is no pleasure without its attendant pain, no roses without a thorn among us insects as well as among mankind, and this happy evening which I had so long anticipated ended with vexation & chagrin.

    As the ball was nearly through there was a gentleman made his appearance in the room, & very soon one of the managers brought him to me, as "Mr Caty -- did not," and would you believe it the very first time I spoke to him he flatly contradicted me; and not a word could I speak with out his <strike>giving me the would</strike> instantly giving me the lie. Yet said "did" he said "did'nt" & if I said "did'nt" he said "did."    At length the altercation grew so loud & angry, that it attracted the attention of the company. Col. Bumble Bee, came up and called the gentleman to an account for his insolence. High words ensued, & the Col. In the height of his anger drew his dirk, & had it not been for the interference of the company, blood would have been spilt on the spot. But it broke up the ball entirely, and the next day a dud was fought, in which my poor Bumble Bee was mortally wounded, and as my spirits are so much affect by this sad affair, that I cannot at present go into company to pass away my listless hours, I thought I would commence a correspondence with the conductors of the School Gazette; & if my communication is deemed worthy of insertion in your excellent paper, I shall feel much honoured & probably shall again take the liberty of addressing you. With sentiments of high esteem & tender you the homage of my high consideration, and am ever yours

                                                      -- Caty Did.