A Garden at one of the Paper Mills at Wooburn struck us, in passing, as remarkably beautiful. There were the rushing waters clear as crystal, shaded by noble trees; a lawn varied by numerous groups of the choicest flowers, including some fine Chinese roses; and a picturesque elevation of a dwelling-house, with a porch and veranda. What added to these charms was, that the whole evinced the highest degree of order and keeping.