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HE DA PETERSBURG, M THE DAILY EXPRESS. MONDAY MORNING, NOV. 13, 1854. A MEAN PLACE. The following letter from a correspondent of the New Orleans Crescent at Cincinnati gives us the author's opinion of the Queen City of the West. He evidently thinks it one of the "mean places." CINCINNATI.- Here I am in the meanest place in the United States, and as far as my experience goes the meanest place in the world. I have no particular objection to a man's being mean, provided, he is wise withal, but when he combines insanity with meanness, then I think, he becomes emphatically, and unutterably contemptible. I find the people here particularly partial to that species of operation which is figurately described as biting off your nose to spite your face. Owing to the decline of meanness in the Southern states, Cincinnati, I fancy, has been established as an institute for the cultivation and propagation of meanness, and the perfection they have arrived at in the science is utterly astonishing. It is an odd thing that they should rear so many hogs here, for I verily believe that if such a thing as a hog had never been seen for a hundred miles round, the resemblance of the people in moral character at the beast would at once strike the most unanalogically disposed man. You are, or not perhaps aware that if one out of a drove of hogs happens to get stuck in a fence firmly and securely, his companions will fall to and eat him up. In like manner do the Cincinatians behave to a fellow citizen if he gets into any difficulty; they will be civil enough to him so long as he is in a position to retaliate, but once helpless and they cry "pitch into him!" "Give it to him, he's got no friends" is their motto on such occasions. The Hotels here, and I have been to most of them, are abominable dirty-bad food, bad waiters, stupid Irish and saucy niggers, different appointments and