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which was so easy a home-costume, has colour of the ground tourterelle, with very been transferred to the out-door envelope, || dark satin stripes of shaded blue. A faand is retained as the most appropriate vourite home-dress is of pink lawn, borderdress for the morning walk, especially ined with four or five very broad bias folds : the country; and who could remain in it is made high, en gerbe, with a Paladin Paris at such a season? To these muslin collar-cape; but, as the dress fastens bepelisses have succeeded some very elegant hind, this collar is pointed in front, and is ones of organdy, a little smarter in their not cleft as these collars are in general: it make; they are trimmed with very broad is trimmed round with a very full chevauxlace, set on full, in deep scallops. The de-frieze, of the same material as the dress, corsage is made to fit the waist exactly, and and is surmounted by a double collar of the sleeves are ornamented in a very ele- fine muslin, edged with lace, and fastening gant manner with rûches and bows of in front with a bow of pink satin ribbon. organdy: two rows of the same rûches A favourite evening dress is of vine-leaf terminate the border of the pelisse next the green gauze and gold lama; two broad feet. Muslin canezous, over either white or flounces of tulle, embroidered with gold, coloured dresses, are in universal favour; and each headed by a rouleau of green these are of fine India muslin, richly em- satin, ornament the border; the corsage is broidered up the sleeves, en chevrons. quite plain, fitting tight to the shape, and White hats are generally ornamented the sleeves of the same material puffed out, with jessamine or tube-roses; crape hats but quite unornamented, except a quilling are bound with satin in bias, and when the of blond next the arm; and a very superb hat is white, this binding is of dark green, blond tucker, plaited in the middle, encirshaded; in front is placed a branch of a cles the bust. I have seen a splendid ballrose-tree with the leaves the colour of dress finished for a lady belonging to the jocko (that is to say a red-looking brown) || court: it is of tulle, beautifully figured, and and the roses in bud, but very large. Some ornamented with white satin foliage; each crape hats have the crowns notched in leaf jagged, and at the base of each leaf is front; the two portions that are hollowed a rosette of white satin, with a large pearl out are filled up with embroidered tulle: in the centre. Of these elegant foliage white feathers encircle the crown, and ornaments there are three rows; and next under the brim two cockades of satin rib- the shoe is a full rouleau of gauze, entwined bon, cut in notches, serve to fasten the with white satin: the corsage is made à la strings. The round hats have two bows Sevigné; and the bouffont ornament across under the brim. Sparterie hats are still the bust is confined by two strings of worn, but they seem on the decline; a pearls down the centre: the short sleeves large bow of sparterie is placed in front; full and unornamented. The hair of the the strings are of straw-coloured ribbon. || lady who wore this dress is remarkably Veils are very general. The flowers that fine; and it was arranged in the most beare placed on hats are remarkably small, coming and ingenious manner, in light but there is a vast quantity of them: they bows and curls, among which were eleconsist of sweet peas, palm-blossoms, and gantly wreathed corn-poppies and ears of the laurel-rose. Chip hats are generally corn; the latter were all of fine pearls. ornamented with honeysuckles, roses of Toques of gold gauze are much worn by Paradise, pinks, and mignonnette: but let married ladies in full dress, with a full the flowers be what they will, if they are plumage of white feathers. Bolivar hats only placed with grace, fashion is satisfied. of white watered gros de Naples are in Nothing, however, is reckoned more gen-great favour at balls in the country; they teel for walking than a large Leghorn hat, very simply ornamented with two bows of white satin ribbon.

A new material for summer dresses, charmingly calculated for the warm season, has just made its appearance: it is a new tissue, formed from the bark of a tree, the

are ornamented with bows of white satin ribbon and ears of corn: these hats are larger in the brim, in front, than they are at the sides.

The colours most in favour are tourterelle, blue of every tint, pink, and vineleaf-green.

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NEW PUBLICATIONS, MUSIC, THE ENGLISH AND FOREIGN DRAMA, THE FINE ARTS, LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC INTELLIGENCE, &c.

THE dearth of poetry which has some time prevailed, begins to abate. This month we have two or three publications to notice, which, if not of first-rate excellence, possess sufficient merit to entitle them to very respectful consideration. Much as we admire the effusions of many of our younger aspirants for fame, our predilection is yet strong for those of longer standing. It is therefore with no slight degree of pleasure that we hail the appearance of another, long-looked-for, lay of the Laureat. "A Tale of Paraguay," from the pen of Southey, will not be received unhonoured by the genuine lovers of the

muse.

It is affectionately inscribed to his daughter, in lines tender, touching, and almost mournful; lines alike honourable to the writer's head and heart. We are sure, that our fair friends will be pleased with the subjoined excerpt :

How have I doted on thine infant smiles

At morning, when thine eyes unclosed on mine;

How, as the months in swift succession rolled,
I marked thy human faculties unfold,
And watched the dawning of the light divine:
And with what artifice of playful guiles
Won from thy lips with still repeated wiles
Kiss after kiss, a reckoning often told,-
Something I ween thou know'st; for thou hast

seen

Thy sisters in their turn such fondness prove, And felt how childhood in its winning years The attempered soul to tenderness can move. This thou can'st tell; but not the hopes and fears

With which a parent's heart doth overflowThe thoughts and cares inwoven with that

love

Its nature and its depth thou dost not, can'st not know.

The years which since thy birth have passed away

May well to thy young retrospect appear
A measureless extent:-like yesterday
To me, so soon they filled their short career.
To thee discourse of reason have they brought,

With sense of time and change; and something, too,

Of this precarious state of things have taught,
Where man abideth never in one stay;
And of mortality, a mournful thought.
And I have seen thine eyes suffused in grief,
When I have said that with autumnal gray
The touch of eld hath marked thy father's
head;

That even the longest day of life is brief,
And mine is falling fast into the yellow leaf.

Thy happy nature from the painful thought With instinct turns, and scarcely canst thou bear

To hear me name the grave; thou knowest not
How large a portion of my heart is there!
The faces which I loved in infancy
Are gone; and bosom friends of riper age,
With whom I gladly talked of years to come,
Summoned before me to their heritage,
Are in the better world, beyond the tomb.
And I have brethren there, and sisters dear,
And dearer babes. I therefore needs must
dwell

Often in thought with those whom still I love so well.

Thus wilt thou feel in thy maturer mind;
When grief shall be thy portion, thou wilt find
Safe consolation in such thoughts as these-
A present refuge in affliction's hour.
And if indulgent heaven thy lot should bless
With all imaginable happiness,
Here shalt thou have, my child, beyond all power
Of chance, thy holiest, surest, best delight.
Take therefore now thy father's latest lay-
Perhaps his last-and treasure in thine heart
The feelings that its musing strains convey;
A song it is of life's declining day-
Yet meet for youth. Vain passions to excite,
No strains of morbid sentiment I sing,
Nor tell of idle loves with ill-spent breath:
A reverent offering to the grave I bring,
And twine a garland for the brow of death.

This tale, in three cantos, is founded upon and taken, closely, with respect to its leading incidents, from a simple relation, in the Latin, of Dobrizhoffer, the Jesuit, which Southey accidentally discovered in

And whence the living spirit came, and where

It past, when parted from this mortal mould; Of such mysterious themes with willing ear They heard, devoutly listening while she told Strangely disfigured truths, and fables feign'd

of old.

By the Great Spirit man was made, she said ;
His voice it was which peal'd along the sky,
And shook the heavens, and fill'd the earth
with dread.

Alone and inaccessible on high
He had his dwelling-place eternally,
And Father was his name. This all knew
well;

the course of his multifarious reading and research for his history of Brazil. Monnema had fled with her husband from one of the Indian settlements where the smallpox was committing the most dreadful ravages. In her solitary retreat, amongst the marshes and forests beyond the Mondai river, where she had given birth to two children, a son and a daughter, she is found by Dobrizhoffer, who prevails upon her-her husband, previously to the birth of her second child, having been devoured in the forest by a wild beast-to accompany him to the Jesuit town of St. Joachim, in Paraguay. There, pining for the enjoyments of "sweet home," dear to the Indian as to the Swiss, the mother and her daughter successively expire. The surviving son, agonized by his loss, is rapidly sinking into the grave. Imagination brings to his nightly couch the spirits of the dear departed, who implore him to follow the example of his mother and sister, to enter the communion of the new faith, and thus to be for ever united with them in the Christian's world of happiness. He prevails upon the Jesuit to baptize him, as he had before baptized his beloved relatives; and he dies almost immediately after the performance of the sacred rite.-This is The natural foes of men, whom we pursue and

only an imperfect sketch of a simple story, thrown by Dr. Southey into very graceful

verse,

We shall not enter upon the invidious task of pointing out the defects of this poem, which are perhaps more numerous than might have been expected from a veteran writer-of enumerating and chuckling over its puerilities-or of expatiating on its general want of vigour; but, on the contrary, we shall select one or two passages, creditable to the talents and feelings | of the author, and grateful to the taste of the reader. Monnema relates to her children, Yeruti and Mooma, the traditionary belief of the Indians respecting a future state. We have not room for the whole of the passage, but what follows is very beautiful:

On tales of blood they could not bear to dwell, From such their hearts abhorrent shrunk in fear.

Better they liked that Monnema should tell Of things unseen; what power had placed them here,

But none had seen his face; and if his eye
Regarded what upon the earth befell,

Or if he cared for man, she knew not:-who
could tell?

But this, she said, was sure, that after death
There was reward and there was punish-
ment;

And that the evil-doers, when the breath
Of their injurious lives at length was spent,
Into all noxious forms abhorr'd were sent,
Of beasts and reptiles; so retaining still
Their old propensities, on evil bent,
They work'd where'er they might their
wicked will,

kill.

Of better spirits, some there were who said
That in the grave they had their place of
rest.

Lightly they laid the earth upon the dead,
Lest in its narrow tenement the guest
Should suffer underneath such load opprest.
But that death surely set the spirit free,
Sad proof to them poor Monnema addrest,
Drawn from their father's fate; no grave

had he

Wherein his soul might dwell. This therefore could not be.

Likelier they taught who said that to the
Land

Of Souls the happy spirit took its flight,
A region underneath the sole command
Of the Good Power; by him for the upright
Appointed and replenish'd with delight:
A land where nothing evil ever came,
Sorrow, nor pain, nor peril, nor affright,
Nor change, nor death; but there the

human frame,
Untouch'd by age or ill, continued still the

same.

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with notes by William Stewart Rose, Esq., now before the public, amply sustains the credit acquired by the translator in the previous volumes. The spirit of the delightful and richly-varied original is very happily preserved; and thus Ariosto, the most attractive of all the Italian poets, is placed within the reach of the English reader.

Mrs. Henry Rolls, "authoress," as the title-page absurdly expresses it, of" Sacred Sketches," "Moscow," "The Home of Love," and other poems, has produced a light and graceful volume under the title of "Legends of the North; or, the Feudal Christmas, a Poem." "The scene of this poem "-it ought rather to be termed a series of consecutive poems-" is Nappa Hall, situated in the beautiful and romantic vale of Wensley, in the North Riding of Yorkshire." The supposed date "is in received some degree of polish, and many the reign of Edward IV., when society had traces of chivalry and the feudal system still remained. The time occupied is from Christmas Eve to Twelfth Night."

Late seated round the splendid board
Were seen the guests of Nappa's lord;
In costly robes, each stately dame
Or diamond's purer light, supplies
With rubies' glow, or sapphire's flame,
The faded charms of lips or eyes;
Whilst youthful beauty, soft and fair,

On the white bones the mouldering roof Displays the simply braided hair ;

will fall.

Seeds will take root, and spring in sun and shower;

And mother Earth ere long with her green pall,

Returning to herself the wreck, will cover all.

Oh! better thus with earth to have their part,

Than in Egyptian catacombs to lie,
Age after age preserved by horrid art,
In ghastly image of humanity!
Strange pride, that with corruption thus
would vie!

And strange delusion, that would thus

maintain

The fleshly form, till cycles shall pass by, And in the series of the eternal chain, The spirit come to seek its old abode again.

Or the pure pearl's mild soften'd glow,
Scarce fairer than the brow of snow.
Their shining arms now laid aside,
The corslet rich, the helmet's pride,
In cloak of silk or velvet fold
Each neighbouring Knight and 'Squire behold!
And holy friar and reverend priest
Join the gay train and bless the feast.

Thus situated, the happy guests, lords and ladies, knights and minstrels, pass a merry Christmas and a happy New Year, amidst dance and song and all the festive sports of the season. Not one of the " is sufficiently short respective " Legends to allow its transfer to the pages of La BELLE ASSEMBLEE; and, to quote a mutilated portion, would be at once unjust to the writer and unsatisfactory to the reader :

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