chapeau presents a front view of the one already described. HALF-LENGTH FIGURES. No. 3. DINNER DRESS.-India muslin robe; the corsage is half high, and opening in the stomacher style over an embroidered guimpe, and is trimmed with a small pelerine embroidered and bordered with lace, which, descending down the sides of the corsage, forms a cœur. It is surmounted by a muslin bouillonnée, through which yellow ribbon is run; the bouillonnée is continued down the front of the skirt en tablier, and bordered with lace. Demi-long sleeve, open at the lower part, embroidered and trimmed with lace. A row of lace headed by bouillonnée forms a mancheron. Black lace mittens. Small round cap, composed of tulle, bordered with lace, and trimmed with a wreath of coques of yellow ribbon. No. 4. PUBLIC PROMENADE DRESS.-Robe of green and white quadrilled foulard, half high corsage, and long tight sleeve. Chapeau of white poult de soie, a round open shape, the interior trimmed at the sides with heath blossoms; the exterior, with a half wreath of roses, and a white lace veil. Mantelet-écharpe of shaded taffetas. The pelerine part is composed of three falls cut in points; long scarf ends, wide and square; the entire is bordered with fringe shaded in the two colours of the mantelet. "I wonder she has the assurance to come into our presence." "So do I; the more so because our deceased relative, good pious woman as she was, must have looked upon her disobedience and ingratitude with horror." At that moment Marie approached the speakers; Pray what brings you here?" said Madame “Madame,” replied the poor widow, “I am "What!" cried Madame Moranville, " pardon "Madame, I acknowledge my fault, I have "Cease these reproaches, Madame," said the No. 5. EVENING DRESS.-Tarlatane robe, a low corsage draped in full folds; they are intermingled with green gauze rouleaus, short sleeve formed of folds. The skirt is trimmed with a single very deep flounce surmounted by three rou-"She comes at my desire." leaus. Head-dress of hair arranged in ringlets a the sides, and a round knot at the back. White gauze scarf. "But why should she insult us with her presence?" "She has a right to be here," replied the notary. PARISIAN SKETCHES. The scene of my story, which by the way is a true one, is the office of one of the most respectable notaries in Paris, Monsieur Dubois; a man of the old school, not so rich as the majority of his dashing brethren of the present day, but universally respected for his good sense, probity, and benevolence. There were present, besides the notary himself, a lady of middle age, richly dressed; she could never have been handsome, but perhaps, had her countenance been less proud and disdainful, she would not have appeared as she did positively ugly; an insignificant looking little man, in black; and a woman, very shabbily dressed, who sat at some distance from the others, holding the hand of a beautiful little boy. "Her death was rather sudden," said the lady to the little man in black. "Yes," replied he, coolly; "but, no doubt, she was well prepared." "Have you any idea of the contents of the will?" "Not the slightest; but we shall soon know. Dubois will open it directly." "Pray who is that shabby looking woman? What business can she have here?" "Oh, don't you know her? It is the runaway niece, Marie, who made such a disgraceful match some years ago, with a lieutenant in the army-a man of low birth," He then proceeded to read the will, in which, after the usual preamble, the defunct divided her property into three parts; the first was composed of two hundred thousand francs, in the hands of the notary; the second, of a furnished chateau of the same value, and some family jewels; the third, of a book, the livre d'heures de la Vierge. The will then proceeded as follows: "I desire that my property may be divided into in the same state as when I took it with me in "Ah, my sister-in-law was a sensible woman," cried Monsieur D'Arlemont. "Yes," said Madame Moranville, tittering; The notary, who seemed scarcely able to contain "The two hundred thousand francs." “Madame Moranville, you are rich, and your lot, and take the prayer-book; that this-this-" he seemed for a moment at a loss for an expression "strange will has put in the balance with the other lots.' "Are you joking, Monsieur Dubois ?" cried Madame Moranville; "or don't you see that my honoured cousin has made her will in the express intention that the prayer-book should fall to Marie, who was to have the last choice?" "And what do you conclude from that?" "I conclude that she desired her niece should understand that prayer and repentance were the only succours she ought to expect in this life. Ah, she was a saint, that dear woman!" "Saint, quotha," cried the notary, indignantly; "may Heaven defend me from such saints! An unforgiving! unnatural!I am wrong, I do her injustice. Her intention, I am sure, was to give you and Monsieur D'Arlemont an opportunity of doing a good, a noble action, by dividing the property equally with her poor niece." "Monsieur D'Arlemont will do as he pleases; I repeat that my choice is made." "And so is mine," said D'Arlemont; "I shall take the chateau and all it contains." "Pause one moment, Monsieur D'Arlemont," cried the notary; "even if it was the intention of the defunct to punish her niece; ought you, a millionaire, to take advantage of her unchristian conduct to leave one of your own family languishing in poverty? Will you not at least give up a part of your lot, even a small part, to this poor widow?" interest the notary took in her. About a month afterwards they met Madame Le Fevre and her son, both well but plainly dressed; riding in a very pretty calèche with two horses. This unexpected sight led them to make inquiries after her, and they found that she had purchased a very handsome house, and was living in a quiet but very good style. Thunderstruck at this intelligence, they went together to question the notary. They found him at his desk. "Do we interrupt you?" said the lady. "I am not particularly busy; only making out an account of stock I have just bought for Madame Le Fevre." "And, for Heaven's sake, where does it come from?" "Why, don't you know?" "No; how should I?" "Did not you see what was in the book when she fainted?" "No." "Well, then, I must tell you that the livre d'heures contained sixty engravings, and each wits covered by six bank-notes of a thousand francs each!" "Good Heavens !" cried the gentleman. "Oh! if I had but known!" said the lady. "You had each a choice,' said the notary; " and I tried all I could to prevail upon you both to take the prayer-book, but in vain.' "But who could expect to find a fortune in a prayer-book?" "It is easily explained: its owner had suffered Many thanks for your good advice, my dear great distress in the emigration; she always lived Dubois," said D'Arlemont, sneeringly; "the chain fear of being obliged to Ay a second time, teau is close to one of my estates, and will suit me admirably; particularly as it is furnished. As for the family jewels, it is impossible for me to think of parting with them." "In that case," said the notary, addressing Marie, "I can only give you, my poor Madame Le Fevre, the livre d'heures." She took the book, and pressing it to her lips, she held it to her son; who cried out, with childish delight at the sight of its richly gilt cover, "Oh, mamma, let me have it!" "Yes, my boy, you shall have it; it will be the only legacy I can leave you. But never-never will I part with it. I thank God she has pardoned me! She has said it, and I know she was truth itself!". The notary turned away his head. "Don't go, Madame Le Fevre," said he; "I must speak to you, by-and-bye." At that moment the boy, in playing with the book, unclasped it, and cried out, "Oh, mamma, look at the pretty pictures! But why are they all covered over with this nice thin paper?" "It is to keep them from being soiled." "But why put six papers to every picture?" His mother looked-she uttered a piercing cry--and fell, fainting, into the arms of Monsieur Dubois, who said to those present: "Let her alone, it is nothing; she will not die this time. Give me that book, child; you may do mischief to it." The legatees went away, commenting not very haritably on Marie's swoon, and the evident and as her prayer-book was the only thing she had not been robbed of in her first flight, she concealed a handsome fortune in it, to prevent herself being a second time reduced to poverty." The legatees slunk away in silent rage. The good notary chuckled, and rubbed his hands. "She was a saint," cried he. "Ah! you will neither of you say that, now; though you might say it with truth. Heaven rest her soul! I shall honour her memory to my dying day." TO CORRESPONDENTS. Communications to be addressed to the Office, 24, Norfolk-street, Strand, where all business is transacted. ACCEPTED with thanks: Florence, through E. P. C.; Old Tom; Viola; X. Y. Z.; V. 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