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SONNET. —EARLY AUTUMN.
BY M. s. W. HOuGH.
Sue stands, a gentle maiden, by me now,
With robe of beaming gold, and on her brow
A garland of the bright, yet faded leaves,
Whieh from the spoil of summer's wealth she weaves.
Her smile is bland; her breath is on my eheek
1 nspiring, grateful; but her murmurs speak
of long hours wasted in my summer past,
And of my autumn, that approaehes fast.
She eheers me then, with words of peaee and hope;
Through spirit-darkness bids me onwards grope;
With truth's opposers fires my soul to eope.
Oft 'mid her tresses gleams the frozen dow,
Yet will I love her life's long journey through,
So mild and gentle, yet so sternly true.
THREE SONGS FOR THREE BELLES.
ET MRS. P. P. LOMPAYRAE.
Love not too well, O maiden fair—
For those who love must weep;
Thy bright eyes* lueid deep:
For those who lovo must weep.
The dow whieh sparkles on the rose,;
Exhaled, aseends on high,
In anger from the sky:
For those who love must weep.
And elouds whieh in the sunlight glow
With purple and with gold,
The lightning dire enfold: j
'Tis they who love must weep. j
No flower whieh opens to the day
But has its hour to fade,
Whieh makes the deepest shade:
For those who love must weep.
Just like that rosy eloud is love,
Or like the sparkling dow,
But hides its danger too:
And those who love must weep.
TO MISS A. L.
Lovelv lady, gentle lady, s
Lady with the eyes of jet,
Mirth and musie surely met.
Sueh sweet musie in thy tone,
Well might elaim ft for their own.
Lovely lady, gentle lady,
Lady with the beaming eye, Will the hours of all thy life
Ever thus go laughing by? Will no sorrow eloud thy soul,
Will no eare disturb thy breast? Or will gentle dreams or faneies
Ever lull thee to thy rest?
Lovely lady, gentle lady,
Lady with the joyous air,
Toueh a brow so loved and fair.
Smile the hours away,
Oh! be happy while you may!
TO MISS C. B.
Yet 'tis not that her starry eyes
It is, that in those soft bright eyes
A soul enshrined ln beauty lies;
It is, that gentle tones and words,
Like melodies of singing blrds,
And loving deed, and loving thought,
A deeper spell than these have wrought.
AN ALPINE EVENING.*
BY EARLB J. GOODRICH.
The sun's golden tints gild the Alps* topmost height,
From eottage to eottage, thy bleak hills among,
Man's homage hath eeased; but Nature prolongs
t I have somowhere read that, as the last rays of tho setting sun rest upon tho highest peak of the Alps, it is eustomary for tho shepherds to sound upon their horns "Praise to the Lord!" The phrase is repeated by the bead of eaeh family; and the eaves resound the eeho long after man's voiee has eeased.
A N X A'S COTTAGE.
BY LELIA MOBTIMER.
I Am thinking of the eottage
Whero my gentle Anna dwells; Of the wind that through the forest
In its lulling musie swells;
At the garden's grassy foot,
'Mid the velvet moss that shoot,
I am thinking of the maple,
With its thiek and tremhling leaves; Of the light wreath 'neath its branehes
That the golden sunlight weavesAnd of lowly whispered musie
At the quiet hour of even, When the stars with holy glanees
Look from out the azure heaven.
I am thinking of the arbor
Down amid the drooping flowers— And among the bending willows
Of the vine-elad, shady bowers; Of the footpath gently winding
Round eaeh low and mossy bed, And the moon-beams that at evening
O'er the dowy buds are shed.
i am thinking of the rose-tree
Climhing up the snow-white walls, And among the green leaves peeping
Swelling buds and erimson halls; Of the ivy o'er the trellis,
With its tendrils soft and elinging, And amid the leafy eurtain
Golden hirds their low notes singing.
i am thinking, I am thinking
Of a slight and fairy form—
And of lips all red and warm—
And of eyes of deepest blue, Meek and gentle as a dovelet's,
Starry bright, and soft and true:
And of tresses brown and golden,
Floating out upon the air,
Bright and gloriously fair!
Is like waters ereeping o'er
Bend below the gra&sy shore!
I am thinking of a window,
'Neath whose eurtain pure and white— Just where peeps the earliest day-dawn,
Shedding soft and rosy light— Stands a ehair with pale, soft rush tons.
Sits a slight form, weary, worn, From whose path the buds and blossoms
By rude fingers have been torn.
On the soft brow faintly linger
Touehes of life's early bloom, Though Time's peneil there hath painted
Shadows breathing of the tomb.
Snowy white the long, thin tresses
While the sunlight, dim but gentle
Tis a mooter's brow that lightens
'Neath a daughter's loving faee; Tis a mother's eye that brightens
At her fond and warm embraee. And those pale and weary fingers
Nightly elasp above the head, Bound in beauty like a flow'ret,
On its green and dowy bed.
I am thinking of the maple
Bending o'er the eottage door; Of the streamlet, and the rose-tree
The low window elimblng o'er;
And the fairy ever by,
And her hopeful, heaven-bjue eye.
BT JESSE BLOWE.
Where the Rhine enlaps the vineyards,
And hills with eolumns towered: Where the vales wear summer vestments,
Like bride with beauty dowered— Dwells the lord of Elathardo,
In his eastle on the steeps, Where the eagle builds his eyrie—
Where tho vulture proudly sweeps.
When the moon down in the river
Finds a mirror elear and eold, And the eountless stars in heaven
Have unveiled their eyes of gold, Does the lord of Elslhardo
Range the erags and valleys deep, Where the fountains in the moonlight
Their uneeasing murmur keep.
With his mantle wrapped around him.
And his unshorn hair in flow, Does he gaze from off the highland
On the vale and streams below; And the simple peasant, turning
From the vintage to his eot, Shuns the hill of Elsiberdo
As a wizard-haunted spot.
Wherefore frowns Lord Elsihardo
Whene'er shrilly at the gate * Calls the horse of weary horseman
As the day is waning late?
And his heart o'erflows with gall,
The dark day of Wehdefa.ll:
Whieh beelouded o'er his boyhood
Like a heavy pall of yean,
Yet a heritage of tears;
Like a serpent 'mid the flowers—
In the nightly watehful hours.
Morning shines on Elsihardo,
And a gay and laughing train, That is eireling up the highland <
From the smiling flow'ry plain; And HI'' pun lights up the shimmer
And the sheen of peaeeful spears, With the proudly pranefng horses.
Bearing gallant eavaliers.
Tis tho bride of Elsihardo,
With the lilies in her hair, That was vlsioned in tho valley
To her pallid lover there; And who now is sadly gazing
To diseern beyond the hill But one glanee of her whoso presenoe
Ever made his bosom thrill.
But alas for Elsihardo,
And tho maiden bending low,
To his agwny and woe I
As the lilies in her hair:
lias a partner in despair
THE LITTLE GIRL'S INQUIRIES.
u Oh, mother," said a laughing girl,
With rosy eheeks and mild bluo eye,
Was nestling, tinged with auburn dye—
Arehing itself so sweet above,
Would shield mo with its look of love.
But, if I go to yonder hill,
It arehes thus above me still 1
Spread oat this glorious eanopy,
But was it made alont for me?
"And, mother, see—oh, seo the sun!
And oh, 'tis sueh a glorious thing
Would follow on some borrowed wing!
How soothing seems its farowell ray I
Behold it on its long, long wey I
It sheds abroad its golden light,
As reeompense for weary night,
And softly opes my long-elosed eyes,
Put on to make me glad to rise;
How bright it seems to smile on me!
Brighter it shines whon from them free.
You say the same Almighty hand,
And now it shines at his eommand;
"And then the silver moon—the stars,
Those ever sparkling gems of heaven, Whose rays, when night their way unhars
To eheer its dreariness are given! And whensoe'er I 've looked on them,
So beautiful and bright they've shone, Gilding night's sable diadem,
They seemed to beam for me alone t Mother, they say they 're angehT eyes,
That slumber not when we 're asloep; That they 're tho watehmen of the skies,
And their appointed vigils k-eep; And never weary at their post,
Beaming so bright and lovingly. But, mother, does that shining host
Wateh all the night alone for me!
"And, mother, whereso'er I go,
So gayly all things seem to smile, There is no joy I need to know
To gladden every hour the while. The breeze so gently fans my brow,
So gently waves my flowing hair,
As in obeisanee, everywhere!
Robed in their gayest summer bloom,
And breathe around sueh sweet perfume; I wonder, mother, if they know
I love their eheerful smile to see, And therefore strive they thus to show
How lovely ever they ean be! Others I hear eomplaining, day /
By day, of gloomy hours they see; But, mother, I'm so happy, say,
Are all those sights of joy for me?"
"No, not alone, my ehild, for thee
Did God spread out the azure sky,
A sweet revealer to the eye
Without a grateful heart's employ
To Him who gives sueh seenes of joy! And not, my ehild, for Viee alone*
The moon beams forth with silver light; Nor that the twinkling stars ore known
To gild the gloominess of night;
And eool, refreshing breezes blow—
Wherever thou may'st ehanee to go.
For all these joyous seenes were made: In all a Father's love we see;
For man all were by nim arrayed; And, therefore, when we look on them,
To Him should grateful praise ho given, That, in our Saviours diadem,
We may, as suns and stars of heaven, At last shino on eternally I
Wouldst thou, my ehild, sueh honors share! Then ever bend a suppliant knee,
And raise to Heaven a thankful prayer
The word "lingerie" whieh heads our artiele, will doubtless be unfamiliar to many of our readers, even theugh eonversant with the Freneh language. It is a term expressly used for the departments of fashion, and oeeurring eonstantly in the " Moniteur" "Lea Modes Parisienne," and the other leading journals of the same nature. Nor ean its introduetion into the "Book" bo eensured, smeo "Maison de Lingerie" is a sign one meets with in the prineipal theroughfares of our Atlantie eities, and our eountrywomen aro not supposed to bo in ignoranee of their objeet. Wo adopt the term, as many other Freneh phrases have been ineorporated into the voeabulary of fashion, beeause it best expresses what we wish to deseribe; for under this head eomes every speeies of garment that we here denominate "plain sewing." Unfortunately, hewever, for the veraeity of the last phraso, "white work" is now so mneh ornamented, that patterns at least must eome from a shep expressly devoted to this braneh of industry, whenee eomes the Mainon de Lingerie of Paris, where everything of an under wardrobe that ean be named is to be proeured.
While upon the subjeet, it is as well to remark that we now and then reeeivo remonstranees, not only against the introduetion of Freneh words, but of Freneh fashions, to our readers. The very persons whe pen them are prohably wearing eravats or eoats whese origin, if traeed, would be found to date from ovor the water. It is in vain to deny the faet, that Paris leads the world in point of taste and faney, and so it will be until the industrial arts are more eultivated and better paid among us. Sinee ladies—and gentlemen, too—will have new fashions, why not give them the most graeeful that aro produeed?
For instanee, wo have seen sueh an outery, and sueh a strife of tongues, over a new pattern of a night-eap, in a remote eountry village! It is diseussed by all the pretty maidens whe thriftily keep some too good for daily use for the siek-room, or, more frequently still, these whese bright eyes hav6 already a trousseau in prospeet. If ugly, it ia nevertheless new, and to be eopied. And think of the pretty faees disfigured by it for the next two years! How mueh better, then, to eheose really pretty patterns, even if they have had the misfortuno to be invented in Paris, and eome from thenee under the namo of lingerie!
At any rate, we have had the temerity to ehoose sueh for our lady readers; and, plaeing them in order, Nos. 1 and 2 will be fonud, perhaps, the most diffieult to eopy.
The first is eomposed of linen eambrie, or sheer jaeonet muslin, insertion, and edging. The erown pieee is eut very large, to reeeive the whole of the hair, plain at the top, hut gathered into a hand, with some fulness, at the sides. The front has a pioee eomposed of alternate rows of insertion, from whieh three ruffles, headed with eorresponding edging, extend; a similar one extends aeross the whole front. The strings aro very broad, and eneireled with eorresponding edging. These broad strings, or tabs, it will be notieed, form the prineipal novelty in eaps at the present time; they may be fastened aeross, under the ehin, with a small gold euffpin ; flr narrower strings, of white Mantua or eotton gauze ribbon, will allow them to be only an ornament.
No. 2 has a erown of tueked muslin or eambrie,
the same effeet, is open, produeed by rows of narrow insertion. Three frills of wide embroidery form the front. These, as in Nos. 1 and 3, are to be fluted.
No. 3 has a shallower erown pieee, and a front eomposed of alternate puffs aud insertion hands, with one frill of embroidered eambrie. Intended for an invalid, it has a fow knots of pale roseeolored ribbon at the side, with broad ends and strings of the same. This and the following will be found very neat and beeoming shapes.
No. 4, as will easily be seen, is made entirely in a elose shape, from the broiderie Anglaue, or thiek eambrio edging, so fashionablo for underpleeves when first introdueed. Cape and strings of the same; the last formed by simply uniting the embroidery in the eentre, so that the seollops form a surrounding edge.
We would eommend the illustrations of this artiele espeeially to the eonsideration of our readers, as eut by the young lady pupils of the " Philadelphia Sehool of Design." As the work of our own sex, they have an espeeial interest, and ehallenge eomparison with any other of the wood-euts in the present number.
CARRYL'3 WINDOW AND EED DRAPERIES.
Sixee our last notiee of Mr. Carryl's beautiful establishment, a greater ehange in his stoek of goods than even lie eould have antieipated has been wrought. A fire in the upper stories of the largo now freestone building in whieh it is situated spared the exquisite fabries, it is true, but the deseending floods of water wero as ruinous as the flames eould have been.
When we next entered the rooms, a far different sight from the usual graee and eloganee presented itself. The floor was strown with torn and damp stained laees, gimps, or even heavier and more eostly fabries—piles of rieh but tarnished eorniees —boxes of half-ruined broeatelles—hales of soiled velvets, no longer regal in eoloring. The draperies about the windows and on the walls hung in drooping, disordered folds, stained and torn away here and there as if in the hurry of some grand eommotion. The very eeiling had grown shabby with the strips of wall paper peeling from the plaster, mueh of whieh strowod the floor and rustled beneath our feet.
But now, order and graee are again trinmphant. Not a vestige of the eonflagration or its effeets remains. No eheap damaged goods; no "eorniees a little bruised and stained, at a very low priee." Mr. Carryl has had the good taste and energy to elear away all the wreek, and supply the plaee of a
stoek that had been aeeumulating from spring to fall, from fall to spring again, by entirely now orders, of the very latest design, finish, and exeeution. The now patterns are worth a minute examination, beauty of design and eoloring being notieeable, as every year inereases the demand, and eonsequently the outlay, upon these expensive fabries.
Some of our readers will seareely bolievo that large and superbly illustrated volumos ore every year devoted exelusively to now designs for drapery. Not for the material, that is the work of the pattern designer, and never exhihited to the world exeept in the eompletion of what his drawing bos suggested. But when they are manufaetured, and ordered, and lying upon the shelves, there is still artistie taste needed in eomhining and arranging the different fabries, and tho folds and eross-folds and flutings into whieh thoy ore to fall.
Now as all our fashions eome from over the sea, and will, until taste and art are more eultivated at home, we have before us a large and beautiful volume furnished by Mr. Carryl, eontaining fifteen finely engraved and eolored plates devoted to draperies alone. For windows, easements, mirrors, and their appropriate eorniees, and ornaments; in some, the arrangement of an entire saloon is given, and a single bed fills another plate. The deviees of some of the eorniees are extremely graeeful, the