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rich rose of diamonds, and an elegant bandeau of the same, which continued from the front round the right side of the head The whole had a very light and tasteful effect, and corresponded with the delicacy of the lady's figure,

Lady Wills-We have seldom witnessed any thing more splendid thin her ladyship's dress. She wore a petticoat of white imperial net bordered with silver; the draperies were of lilac crape, ornamented with a most superb silver Vandyke, and fastened with large silver tassels; train of imperial net; Vandyke border of silver to correspond with the train: head-dress, a profusion of beautiful diamonds.

- Lady Mary Purker.--A dove-coloured petticoat uncommonly richly embroidered with silver, in elegant chains across; the border serpentitie

Hon. Miss Bassett.-A dress of pale green crape and silver; draperies edged with borders of embossed silver in Vandyke. Head-dress, feathers and diamonds.

The Hon. Miss Seymour Coleman. In a very superb dress, formed of white satin, with full mantle draperies, richly ornamented with a curious ostrich feather fringe, supported and fastened up with ropes and tassels of fine gold beads; train of white crape, edged with the same costly beads. Head-dress, feathers and diamonds.

A NIGHT WALK

IN JUNE.

By J. M. L.

pattern, a fall of embroidered points Night is thy gloom that Lids the bosom

on one side: robe and head-dress to Correspond.

The Hon. Mrs. Cornwall.-Patticoat of primrose crape, most beautifully and richly embroidered with silver draperies of the came in a mosaic pattern; ornamented with silver Parisian trimming, and confined tastefully with cord and tassels.

The Hon. Mrs. George Herbert. A magnificent silver robe and coat, entirely covered with a shower of spang'cs; the draperies tied up with very large silver zephyr and corda, and finished with a superb silver fringe. Head-dress, a beautiful pearl wreath, and seven ostrich feathers.

The Hon. Mrs. Drummond.White crape petticoat, tastefully embroidered with silver leaves; at the bottom of the petticoat a beautiful wreath border, embroidered with silver; the drapery of primrose-crape, festooned up with silver; body and train of primrose-sarsnet, ornamented with silver and point lace.

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And teaches man his inmost soul to know." Author's Manuscript Plems.

right is peculiarly suited to open TRULY may it be said, that

to man's view the secret recesses of his own bogom: no business that day might offer to interfere with his thoughts; no solar light to dispel the mind; silence and solitude his only guilty fears that may haunt his companions; he feels the superior influence of mind over matter, while ble voice, the history of the days conscience reads to him, in an audioccupations, night will make the that are gone:' while these are its good man's breast glow with happiness, and bid the sinner tren.ble; is ever welcome, but to the miserable being night

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Who goes to shed the sweetly soothing tear,
To heave the soft and soul-responding sigh,
Where lies in dust the form so late held dear,
Where sleeps in death fair beauty's once-
bright eye.'

Author's Manuscript Poems.

Night is the time, and ever has been, for awful ceremonies: I am led to make this observation by the forcibly-pathetic, yet simple statement in Bloomfield's poem of Good Tidings,' of the death and interment of his father, who fell a victim to that once-terrific scourge, the small-pox: the infant mentioned in the quotation was himself; and the terror that was formerly occasioned by the appearance of the small pox in a country village I know to be truly described.

"There dwelt, beside a brook that creeps along

Midst infant hills and meads unknown to
song,

One to whom poverty and faith were giv'n,
Cam village silence, and the hope of heav'n:
Alone she dwelt; and while each morn

brought peace,

And health was smiling on her years increase,
Sudden and fearful, rushing through her
frame,

Unusual pains and feverish symptoms came.
Then, when debilitated, faint, and poor,
How sweet to hear a footstep at her door!
To see a neighbour watch lite's silent sand,
To hear the sigh, and feel the helping hand!
Soon woe o'erspread the interdicted ground,
And consternation seiz'd the hamiers round:
Uprose the pest-its widow'd victim died;
And foul contagion spread on ev'ry side:
The he ping neighbour, for her kind regard,
Bore home that dreadful tribute of reward,
Home, where six children, yielding to its
pow's,

Gave hope and patience a most trying hour;
One at her breast still drew the living
stream,

And sense of danger never marr'd his dream;
Yet all exclaim'd, and with a pitying eye,
Whoe'er survives the shock, that child will

die!'

Bet vain the fint,-Heav'n restor❜d them all,
And destin'd one of riper years to fall.
Midnight beheld the close of all his pain;
His grave was clos'd when midnight came
again;

No bell was heard to toll, no funeral pray'r,
No kindred bow'd, no wife, no children there;
Its horrid nature could inspire a dread,
That cut une bonds of custom like a thread.

The humble church-tow'r-higher seera'¿'re
shew,

Ilumin'd by their trembling light below;
The solemn night-breeze struck each shiver-
ing cheek;

Religious reverence forbade to speak:
The starting sexton his short sorrow chid,
When the earth murmur'd on the collin lid;
And falling bones, and sighs of holy dread,
Sounded a requiem to the silent dead!”

The sun had set a few minutes when I commenced my present walk, and the west was yet vividly tinged with his departing light.

A beam of tranquillity smil'd in the west,
The storms of the morning pursued me né

more,

And the wave, while it welcom'd the mos ment of rest,

Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er!

Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead;

And the spirit becalm'd but remembér’¿ their pow'r,

As the illow the force of the gale that was Ned!

I thought of the days, when to pleasure alone
My heart ever granted a wish or a sigh;
When the saddest emotion my bosom had
known

Was pity for those who were wiser than I

I felt, how the pure, intellectual fre
In luxury loses its heavenly ray;
How soon, in the lavishing cup of desire,
The pearl of the soul may be melted
away!

And I pray'd of that Spirit who lighted the
fame,

That pleasure no more might its purity

dim;

And that suliied but little, or brightly the

same,

I might give back the gem I had borrow'd from him.

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Of the night-loving partridge, or the swell
Of the deep curfew from afar. And now
It pleases me to mark the hooting owl,
Perch'd on the naked hop-pole; to attend
The distant cataract, or farmer's cur
That bays the northern lights or rising moon.
And now I steal along the woody lane,
To hear thy song so various, gentle bird,
Sweet queen of night, transporting Philomela!
I name thee not to give my feeble line
A grace else wanted; for I love thy song,
And often have I stood to hear it sung,

When the clear moon, with Cytherean smile,
Emerging from an eastern cloud, has shot
A look of pure benevolence and joy

Into the heart of night. Yes, I have stood
And mark'd thy varied note, and frequent

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Disdaining to be heard; the while ye smile, Or shrink and shrug, to make the crowd To shew a set of teeth newly repair'd,

admire

Your strange grimaces practis'd at the glass.
Oh! I abhor it! I would rather hear
A pedlar's kit bescrape a dancing dog.'

I wandered, almost unconsciously, with my eyes fixed on the bright orb of Hesper, wrapt in deep contempla tion, till the distant murmur of a bell, pealing the hour of ten, warned me to return: in doing so, I passed a well-remembered grove, in whose deepest retirements I have spent many a noontide hour. Now Philo. mela had taken possession of its sequestered retreats, and was warbling her sweet music in the ear of night: I could not help inwardly ejaculating,

'List' to the night-bird's melancholy plaint,

That steals on echo's wing across the vale; Now the soft music sinks in warblings faint, And seems sad sorrow's mournful-sound.. ing tale.

Or else, methinks, the pensive murmurs

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Where disappointment has destroy'd the dream,

That told the tender heart it should be blest!'

Author's Manuscript Poems.

Pleased with my short but charming walk, I reached my home of rest;' and should any Cynic frown on my humble effort to amuse in depicting that walk, I shall only answer him in the words of Hurdis:

'Let him read who will;
And blame me not, if tardy as the snail
I hardly creep a single mile from home.
It is my humour. Let him speed who will,
And fly like canon-shot from post to post;
I love to pause, and quit the public road,
To gain a summit, take a view, or pluck
An unknown blossom. What if I dismount,
And leave my steed to graze the while I sit
Under the pleasant lee, or idly roam
Across the pasture, diligent to mark
What passes next?-Tis English blood that
flows

Under the azure covert of these vains.
I love my liberty; and if I sing,

Will sing to please myself; bound by no rule,

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Perchance has rush'd into a boist'rous sea,
Which soon shall overwhelm her: yet I
fear

No storms the furious elements can rouse;
And if I fail, shall deem it noble still

To founder in a brave attempt. Once more
The cheerful breeze invites; fill my sail
And scud before it. When the critic starts,
And angrily unties his bags of wind,
Then lay to, and bid the blast go by.'

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Antonio forms a plot against the life of Alphonso Alphonso is seized for a robbery, and confined to his hut-Rinaldo resolves to appeal to the king should Antonio give judgment against him.

ANTONIO, enraged at the repulse he had met with, determined to resent the injury; nor was he long without the means. He immediately caused a diamond ring of, great value, and well known to the king, to be concealed within Al

phonso's hut; which having done, he posted away to the first village be could reach where he made a formal complaint of his having been robbed on the forest, by several ruffians, and obtained a warrant to enable him to search for the property that he pretended had been taken, from him.

The barbed shafts of malice are ever swiftly shot. Hence, Alphonso had scarcely time to consider of the conduct of Antonio, and guard against the revenge he threatened, before the effects of his resentment were unhappily felt. He was just on the moment of departing, in company with Rinaldo and Almira, when several officers suddenly seized him, by virtue of a warrant Antonio had obtained. Rinaldo immediately drew his sword, and would have slain the person who had laid hands on Alphonso, had his prudence not restrained him.

By what authority,' demanded Rinaldo, is this violence offered ?’— The officers immediately shewed their warrant, informing him that it had been obtained on the complaint of the lord Antonio, who had been robbed by several villains, one of whom he suspected to be Alphonso; and they added, that their farther orders were to search for the effects Antonio had lost, and which were then suspected to be When concealed within the hut. the name of Antonio was mentioned as the person who had been robbed, it was impossible to determine whe ther Alphonso, Rinaldo, or Almira, discovered the greatest degree of astonishment. They each of them perceived the wickedness of the charge, and the vile source from whence it came; and Alphonso, conscious of his innocence, scrupled not to suffer the officers to search the hut, not knowing that he could have any thing to fear from it. But Antonio had laid his plan much deeper

than they suspected. The wretch who had hid the ring in Alphonso's hut was artfully sent with the of> ficers, who, directed by him, instant ly went to the spot where it was concealed; and taking it from its hidden place, presently returned with it, proclaiming it a proof of Alphon, so's guilt.

Though Rinaldo immediately saw through the horrid scheme, and what was really meant by it, he could not but feel hims: 1 most sensiblyfalarm ed; since his uncle, the count Anto nio, was at the head af: the superior council, and had a power lodged in him to judge of all offences, and to punish those he pronounced guilty at his will and pleasure. !* 15:

'Come,' cried Rinaldo to the of ficers, your warrant must be obey ed:Alphonso shall attend you'

Sit, replied the officers, Al phonso must not stir hence. It is the order of the .count Antonio that he should be closely confined within the hut until he comes here to try the offender. "

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! And does he mean then, gra eious Heaven! exclaimed Rinaldo, to be both prosecutor and judge? Bat execute your warrant. Alphonso is innocent, and shall be protected.'

Almira, who had been lost the whole time in a mixture of surprise and indignation at the baseness of Antonio, threw herself at Rinaldo's feet, and, bedewing them with her tears, besought him to seek the king, and interest him in behalf of her father, against the views of Antonio.

Be of good cheer,' cried Rinaldo; the king comes to-morrow: to. a neighbouring city, on his annual circuit, to enquire into the administration of public justice. There will then be an opportunity of appealing from the sentence of Anto nio, should he dare to convict you of the theft you are charged with,

and of procuring you ample justice for any injury you may receive.'

"Heavens!' cried Alphonso, his presence will surely shelter me from the dreadful persecution with which, I am threatened.'

It will easily be imagined in what manner the unhappy father, and the two lovers, passed the day and night. It was in vain that Rinaldo entreat ed Alphonso to take comfort, and contemn the plot that Antonio had so basely laid against his life. The very thought that he was accused of being a thief, a character at once so mean and detestable in the eye of man, drove him almost into a state of absolute distraction. The motive of. Autonip's conduct, he consoled himself, would very readily be made appear; it being too notorious upon the very face of it to be concealed: but the fear that filled him at the same. time, lest: Antonio, should be able, through his emissaries, to effect his purpose before the arrival of the king, overwhelmed him with grief and despair, and gave a very severe check to those services he would otherwise be certain of deriving from Rinaldo's friendship.

Such were the reflections that occupied Alphonso's mind, when Almira, too deeply affected by her fam ther's situation not to think of every means; of relieving him from it, used the most winning persuasions in her power to induce him to make an immediate disclosure to Antonio of his birth, and the pretensions it gave him to the throne of Sardinia: Hattering herself, that the knowledge of it would not only discourage him from any farther attempts on the life and honour of Alphonso, but strike him dumb with shame and confusion at the part he had acted. Alphonso listened to the advice of Almira with all possible attention and respect, though he could by no

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