PERHAPs there is no feature in the routine of fruit culture, that marks its progress so distinctly to the passing gaze of the sojourner while strolling through the town, with an eye to its horticultural prospects, than Graperies. These prominent, and oft times fanciful structures, are becoming not only numerous, but, in fact, a sine qua non with all who lay claim to any of that pomonal enthusiasm of the present decade, and which is so readily engendered,, by commingling with, and seeing and tasting these delicious luxuries.

For the past few days, in company with a horticultural friend, whose penchant lies that way, I have been making a tour of our Buffalo vineries, which, by-the-bye, are more numerous than in any town of its size in the union - and having taken some notes by the way," propose to give our distant friends, through the Horticulturist, the results.

A prominent feature in this especial culture, is, that unlike the delving processes of garden culture, chiefly done by proxy, this is laid hold of, and passed as a hobby, appropria persona. The man of leisure - the business man - the professional man - the divine - all can, and do, enter into the practical manipulation of pruning, thinning, tying, etc. etc., with a zeal that is unmistakable, yet full of earnest pleasure. Then, again, often recur those pleasantries interchanged - those comities and amenities with neighbors, in comparing successes or sympathizing with mishaps, weighing each bunch with dilated eye as to its future swelling process - yet unconscious of the insidious sporules that may be forming to mar the exuberant ardor of the vigneron.

" I'm set" - says a fat man driving a two-forty, as he passes a lean friend on a jog trot, coming into town - meaning his muscats had set their fruit - " Well, 'Doctor, how are you prospering?" "Finely - finely - Im nearly colored" - are among the exclamations occasionally heard, and wondered at, by those not grape growers - and then again later in the season, the three, or five pound Hamburgh bunch, with its dark rich bloom - its splendid • round berries of equal size - with shoulders to match - ah, who! who, would not grow grapes? - Chorlton, Allen, Prince and Hoare, are becoming household words; while Bones and Offal, Shells, etc, will, ere long, be reported in the "price current" of the day. For a dozen years my own grapery stood alone, there being no other in the town. Now, our city numbers nearly, if not forty. May of them large, elegant, and exceedingly attractive, and of course costly. They are of the span roof - octagon - curvilinear - lean-to, etc, etc, with varied finish and architectural designs, enclosing from a dozen or two to many scores of vines. The varieties embrace all the leading popular kinds, with a fair sprinkling of the novelties. The "border war v of carrion versus nature is perhaps a divided question; but all aim at getting a rich and strong border.

With an exception or two they are all cold houses, and yet rarely fail in ripening both fruit and wood most perfectly. Some of the finest specimens I have ever seen, of the Muscat of Alexandria, are now ripening by Capt. Levi Allen, an entirely self-taught and highly successful grower. Mr. Rich Ballymore is another of the same kind, having a beautiful house, literally filled with fine specimens. His neighbor, your correspondent, Mr. John B. Eaton, has a fine curvilinear structure, the finest of that form put up here. It is kept in tip-top order, and may be well taken as a model of skill and good taste. Farther on, we come to Mr. G. B. Rich, whose Hamburgh White Tokay, Syrian, and other varieties, are very fine. Perhaps we should do injustice, did we not particularly mention the Hon. E. G. Spaul-ding; his fruit had been well-thinned, and it has well recompensed for the labor. The berries were large, even, and well colored. How it does go against the grain to be cutting two or three out of every five. "A bird in the hand " rings in the ear, and practice alone nerves the operator.

Dr. G. F. Pratt has two fine span-roof houses, and is ever famous for his fine specimens. We might also mention Mr. Thomas Stephenson - Mr Dennis Bowen - Mr. Dewit C. Weeds - alike fine. But multum in parvo. Upon a small city lot, pent up, on at least three sides, with walls of brick or timber, resides our friend Mr. William Coleman - whose miniature garden is the admiration of all whose opinions are desirable - with a charming little vinery of some fifteen canes, among which is a Galifornian variety. He also grows more monstrosities in the fancy strawberry line, more really rich and rare roses, and miscellaneous flowering plants, more fancy out-door grapes, and fruiting plants, than a multitude of his neighbors having a tenfold area. But the vinery of vineries we have yet to describe. This is the commercial vinery of Mr. Horace Williams. It is nearly seven hundred feet long - a lean-to - built somewhat after the Rivers plan. It is twelve feet wide, with an eighteen foot border, to be enlarged* The vines are planted, as is usual here, on the inside, and are of the leading varieties, Hamburghs predominating. The whole show remarkable health and vigor. On the wall, at the distance of three feet each, are vines grown in boxes sixteen inches square.

These are designed for removal and sale, as they are brought into fruitful-ness. Mr. Williams has an extensive Glue manufactory in the vicinity, which has furnished mainly the material for the border. The facilities for watering are excellent - one end of the vinery being near the Buffalo Creek. Water is raised by horse power into a large cistern, from thence runs a pipe along the back wall, the whole length of the house, having faucets at every short distance. There are nearly seven hundred vines in the house. The structnre is got up cheaply, yet durable, appurtenanced with all that is necessary for the successful growth of the grape. The vines are now chiefly two years old, and certainly do great credit to Mr. Williams' self-acquired skill. To stand at either end of this imposing range, casting the eye through the whole vista, is indeed a noble sight - a panorama of exceeding beauty.