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SONNET. - EARLY AUTUMN.

BY M. B. W. BOUGA.

Lovely lady, gentle lady,

Lady with the beaming eye, Will the hours of all thy life

Ever thus go laughing by? Will no sorrow cloud thy soul,

Will no care disturb thy breast? Or will gentle dreams or fancies

Ever lull thee to thy rest?

She stands, a gentle maiden, by me now,
With robe of beaming gold, and on her brow
A garland of the bright, yet faded leaves,
Which from the spoil of summer's wealth she weaves.
Her smile is bland; her breath is on my cheek
Inspiring, grateful; but her murmurs speak
Of long hours wasted in my summer past,
And of my autumn, that approaches fast.
She cheers me then, with words of peace and hope;
Through spirit-darkness bids me onwards grope;
With truth's opposers fires my soul to cope.
Oft ’mid her tresses gleams the frozen dew,
Yet will I love her life's long journey through,
So mild and gentle, yet so sternly true.

Lovely lady, gentle lady,

Lady with the joyous air, Softly may Time's withering hand

Touch a brow so loved and fair. Smile to-day, and smile to-morrow,

Smile the hours away, Every smile is stol'n from sorrow

Oh! be happy while you may!

TO MISS C. B. I KNOW a maid of fairy mouldHer hair is like the shining gold; Her cheek is like a rosy shell; Her lip, a flower-cup's crimson cell : Oh! not a lovelier maid is seen Than she, the maid of fairy mien.

THREE SONGS FOR THREE BELLES.
BY MRS. P. P. LOMPAYRAE.

TO MISS C. S.
LOVE not too well, 0 maiden fair-

For those who love must weep;
And pity 'tis that tears should dim

Thy bright eyes' lucid deep:
Love not too well, love not too well-

For those who lovo must weep.

Yet 'tis not that her starry eyes
Are bright as evening's humid skies,
That softly through each clinging curl
Looks out a brow of snowy pearl-
It is not this that hath arrayed
With such a charm that lovely maid.

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With his mantle wrapped around him,

And his unshorn hair in flow, Does he gaze from off the bighland

On the vale and streams below: And the simple peasant, turning

From the vintage to his cot, Shuns the hill of Elsibardo

As a wizard-haunted spot.

And of tresses brown and golden,

Floating out upon the air,
Like a pile of brilliant sunbeams,

Bright and gloriously fair!
Of a voice whose softest murmur

Is like waters creeping o'er
Clustering flowers, whose waxen leaflets

Bend below the grassy shore! I am thinking of a window,

Neath whose curtain pure and white Just where peeps the earliest day-dawn,

Shedding soft and rosy lightStands & chair with pale, soft cushions,

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

Touches of life's early bloom, Though Time's pencil there hath painted

Shadows breathing of the tomb.

Wherefore frowns Lord Elsibardo

Whene'er shrilly at the gate Calls the horse of weary horseman

As the day is waning late? Ah! his soul is steeped in venom,

And his heart o'erflows with gall, For his memory holds before him

The dark day of Wendefall:

Which beclouded o'er his boyhood

Like a heavy pall of years,
For it left him lone and lonely,

Yet a heritage of tears ;
And 'tis hid within his bosom,

Like a serpent 'mid the flowersBut it dawns upon his vision

In the nightly watchful hours.

Morning shines on Elsibardo,

And a gay and laughing train, That is circling up the highland

From the smiling flow'ry plain; And the sun lights up the shimmer

And the sheen of peaceful spears, With the proudly prancing horses

Bearing gallant cavaliers.

'Tis the bride of Elsibardo,

With the lilies in her hair, That was visioned in the valley

To her pallid lover there; And who now is sadly gazing

To discern beyond the hill But one glance of her whose presence

Ever made his bosom thrill.

You say the same Almighty hand,

Dear mother, caused the sun to be, And now it shines at his command;

But does it shine alone for me? “And then the silver moon-the stars,

Those ever sparkling gems of heaven, Whose rays, when night their way unbars

To cheer 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! Mother, they say they 're angels' eyes,

That slumber not when we 're asleep : That they ’re the watchmen of the skies,

And their appointed vigils keep; And never weary at their post,

Beaming so bright and lovingly. But, mother, does that shining host

Watch all the night alone for me?

But alas for Elsibardo,

And the maiden bending low, Who is wedded to his life-grief,

To his agony and woe! And her youthful cheek is pallid

As the lilies in her hair: Ay, the heart of Elsibardo

Has a partner in despair

THE LITTLE GIRL'S INQUIRIES.

“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,
So low the forest branches bow,

As in obeisance, everywhere!
So beauteous are the blushing flowers,

Robed in their gayest summer bloom,
To cheer so many weary hours,

And breathe around such sweet perfume; I wonder, mother, if they know

I love their cheerful smile to see, And therefore strive they thus to show

How lovely ever they can be ? Others I hear complaining, day

By day, of gloomy hours they see; But, mother, I'm so happy, say,

Are all those sights of joy for me?”

BY LILLIAX.

“OH, mother," said a laughing girl,

With rosy cheeks and mild blue eye, Upon whose forehead many a curl

Was nestling, tinged with auburn dya “Oh, mother, see the azure sky,

Arching itself so sweet above, As if it, from some danger nigh,

Would shield me with its look of love. On towering hills it seems to rest;

But, if I go to yonder hill, I'm by the same sweet smiles caressed;

It arches thus above me still! You told me the Almighty One

Spread out this glorious canopy, And blessed the work when it was done;

But was it made alone for me?

“And, mother, seamoh, see the sun!

And oh, 'tis such a glorious thing I fain, when radiant day is done,

Would follow on some borrowed wing! For, when it sinks behind yon hill,

How soothing seems its farewell ray! As if 'twould gladly have me still

Behold it on its long, long way! And when, as comes the blushing morn,

It sheds abroad its golden light, And glories everywhere are born,

As recompense for weary night, It peeps my little window through,

And softly opes my long-closed eyes, As if it had its loveliest hue

Put on to make me glad to rise; And ever, ever through the day

How bright it seems to smile on me! Or, if dark clouds obstruct its ray,

Brighter it shines when from them free.

No, not alone, my child, for thee

Did God spread out the azure sky,
And cause the radiant sun to be

A sweet revealer to the eye
Of beauties mortals should not see

Without a grateful heart's employ
In praise and bending of the knee

To Him who gives such scenes of joy! And not, my child, for thee alone,

The moon beams forth with silver light; Nor that the twinkling stars are known

To gild the gloominess of night;
Nor yet that flowerets shed perfume,

And cool, refreshing breezes blow-
That pleasures round life's pathway bloom

Wherever thou may'st chance to go.
No, no, my child. For thee, for me,

For all these joyous scenes were made: In all a Father's love we see;

For man all were by Him arrayed; And, therefore, when we look on them,

To Him should grateful praise be given, That, in our Saviour's diadem,

We may, as suns and stars of heaven, At last shine on eternally!

Wouldst thou, my child, such honors share ? Then ever bend a suppliant knee,

And raise to Heaven a thankful prayer

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The word “lingerie," which heads our articlo, } While upon the subject, it is as well to remark will doubtless be unfamiliar to many of our readers, that we now and then receive remonstrances, not even though conversant with the French language.} only against the introduction of French words, but It is a term expressly used for the departments of of French fashions, to our readers. The very perfashion, and occurring constantly in the " Moniteur," sons who pen them are probably wearing cravats or Les Modes Parisienne," and the other leading coats whose origin, if traced, would be found to date journals of the same nature. Nor can its introduc from over the water. It is in vain to deny the fact, tion into the “Book” be censured, since “ Maison that Paris leads the world in point of taste and de Lingerie" is a sign one meets with in the princi- } fancy, and so it will be until the industrial arts are pal thoroughfares of our Atlantio cities, and our more cultivated and better paid among us. Since countrywomen are not supposed to be in ignoranco ladies—and gentlemen, too—will have new fashions, of their object. We adopt the term, as many other why not give them the most graceful that are proFrench phrases have been incorporated into the duced ? vocabulary of fashion, because it best expresses what For instance, we have seen such an outcry, and we wish to describe ; for under this head comes such a strifo of tongues, over a new pattern of a every species of garment that we here denominato night-cap, in a remote country village! It is dis“plain sewing." Unfortunately, however, for the cussed by all the pretty maidens who thriftily keep veracity of the last phrase, “white work” is now so some too good for daily use for the sick-room, or, much ornamented, that patterns at least must como { more frequently still, those whose bright eyes have from a shop expressly devoted to this branch of in already a trousseau in prospect. If ugly, it is dustry, whence comes the Maison de Lingerie of nevertheless new, and to be copied. And think of Paris, where everything of an under wardrobe that the pretty faces disfigured by it for the next two can be named is to be procured.

years ! How much better, then, to choose really

pretty patterns, even if they have had the misfor- } the same effect, is open, produced by rows of narrow tuno to be invented in Paris, and come from thence insertion. Three frills of wide embroidery form the under the name of lingerie !

front. These, as in Nos. 1 and 3, are to be fluted. At any rate, we have had the temerity to choose No. 3 has a shallower crown piece, and a front such for our lady readers; and, placing them in composed of alternate puffs and insertion bands, order, Nos. 1 and 2 will be found, perhaps, the most with one frill of embroidered cambric. Intended difficult to copy.

for an invalid, it has a few knots of pale roseThe first is composed of linen cambric, or sheer colored ribbon at the side, with broad ends and jaconet muslin, insertion, and edging. The crown { strings of the same. This and the following will be piece is cut very large, to receive the whole of the found very neat and becoming shapes. hair, plain at the top, but gathered into a band, { No. 4, as will easily be seen, is made entirely in with some fulness, at the sides. The front has & a close shape, from the broiderie Anglaise, or thick piece composed of alternate rows of insertion, from cambrio edging, so fashionablo for undersleeves which three ruffles, headed with corresponding edg- { when first introduced. Cape and strings of the ing, extend; a similar one extends across the whole same; the last formed by simply uniting the emfront. The strings are very broad, and encircled broidery in the centre, so that the scollops form a with corresponding edging. These broad strings, surrounding edge. or tabs, it will be noticed, form the principal novel We would commend the illustrations of this artity in caps at the present time; they may be fast. cle especially to the consideration of our readers, as ened across, under the chin, with a small gold cuff cut by the young lady pupils of the “ Philadelphia pin ; Or narrower strings, of white Mantua or cotton School of Design." As the work of our own sex, gauze ribbon, will allow them to be only an orna- they have an especial interest, and challenge comment.

parison with any other of the wood-cuts in the preNo. 2 has a crown of tucked muslin or cambrio, sent number.

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CARRYL’S WINDOW AND BED DRAPERIES.

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SINCE our last notice of Mr. Carryl's beautiful { stock that had been accumulating from spring to establishment, a greater change in his stock of fall, from fall to spring again, by entirely new orgoods than even he could have anticipated has been ders, of the very latest design, finish, and execution. wrought. A fire in the upper stories of the largo The new patterns are worth a minute examination, new freestone building in which it is situated spared beauty of design and coloring being noticeable, as the exquisite fabrics, it is true, but the descending every year increases the demand, and consequently floods of water were as ruinous as the flames could the outlay, upon these expensive fabrics. have been.

Some of our readers will scarcely believe that When we next entered the rooms, a far different } large and superbly illustrated volumes are every sight from the usual grace and elegance presented} year devoted exclusively to new designs for drapery. itself. The floor was strewn with torn and damp Not for the material, that is the work of the pattern stained laces, gimps, or even heavier and more designer, and never exbibited to the world except costly fabrics-piles of rich but tarnished cornices in the completion of what his drawing has suggested. -boxes of half-ruined brocatelles — bales of soiled But when they are manufactured, and ordered, and velvets, no longer regal in coloring. The draperies lying upon the shelves, there is still artistic taste about the windows and on the walls hung in droop- needed in combining and arranging the different ing, disordered folds, stained and torn away here fabrics, and the folds and cross-folds and futings and there as if in the hurry of some grand commo- { into which they are to fall. tion. The very ceiling had grown shabby with the Now as all our fashions come from over the sea strips of wall paper peeling from the plaster, much and will, until taste and art are more cultivated at of which strewed the floor and rustled beneath our home, we have before us a large and beautiful vola feet.

ume furnished by Mr. Carryl, containing fifteen But now, order and grace are again triumphant. finely engraved and colored plates devoted to drapeNot a vestige of the conflagration or its effects re- ries alone. For windows, casements, mirrors, and mains. No cheap damaged goods; no “cornices

a their appropriate cornices, and ornaments; in some, little bruised and stained, at a very low price." } the arrangement of an entire saloon is given, and Mr. Carryl has had the good taste and energy to a single bed fills another plate. The devices of clear away all the wreck, and supply the place of a some of the cornices are extremely graceful, the

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