It is with some self-exertion that we have primed ourselves to go on with the time-honored task of letting the good folks at a distance know what is going on at Kingston, at this, in ordinary years, the most busy season of the commercial year. And the difficulty is obvious - we have nothing worth the telling. Every thing is as dull and stagnant, as if it were still mid-winter. In lively times and on a more fertile theme, it might be possible to write a long article upon nothing; but the dry details of steamboats, wharves, schooners and marine railways, afford no such opportunity for display. To write interestingly on such matters, it is necessary to deal in facts, and these, we regret to say, are but few.
In walking out on Wednesday last towards Morton's Distillery, thence to return gradually as far up as the Cataraqui Bridge, we passed the Marine Railway and Ship Yard, always hitherto so fully occupied at this season. - The Mail steamer Canada was on the ways, having her bottom looked at, and this is all that was doing, save a few barges undergoing some annual "fixing." A tolerable large fleet of schooners, among which the Quebec loomed prominently forward, were bending sails, preparatory to a move up the lake, the ice being sufficiently out of the harbor for all the practicable purposes of navigation. The gallant Sophia, once destined to a voyage round the Horn, to seek for California Gold, is again under the command of her former owner, Capt. Gaskin, to be re-employed in a more humble, but probably a more certain way of making money. A fine schooner belonging to Capt. Donaldson, the Woodman, was conspicuous among the busy fleet. Ere what we write meets the reader's eye, where will be that fleet of schooners? Scattered o'er these inland waters, never again to be reunited!