dark hair wreathed around her head and fastened with a bodkin to the summit, and a scarlet mantle wrapped around her. Now-a-days, the toilet of a lady is exactly conducted upon the principles most becoming to all; few figures look ill in the sweeping robes and lengthened corsage - ample and stately, without stiffness; ankles, however thick, are concealed by the long dresses, now the mode. Features, however coarse, can be softened and shaded into something like symmetry, by the judicious arrangement of locks, permitted to be worn in bands, or braids, or ringlets, just as best suits the face they surround. And while no arbitrary fashion forces the exposure of a frightful profile, a clumsy arm, a ponderous ankle, no rule exists to prevent the reverse of these being shown. Every lady is at liberty to bring out her own "good points" as she thinks best, and it is easy to do so, as well as to conceal her weak ones, without departing from the fashions that prevail. THE SEWING CIRCLE. "I cannot stop to alter words once written." READER, did you ever go Hark! the door-bell—who is there? "Ladies,, Esquire." So, kind reader guess the rest. INNOCENT PLEASURES. FEW rightly estimate the worth WOMAN AND FAME. THOU hast a charmed cup, O Fame! Away! to me, a woman, bring Thou hast green laurel leaves, that twine Into so proud a wreath ; For that resplendent gift of thine, Heroes have smiled in death; Give me from some kind hand a flower, The record of one happy hour! Thou hast a voice, whose thrilling tone As when a trumpet's note hath blown, But mine, let mine, a woman's breast, Fame, Fame! thou canst not be the stay Unto the drooping reed, The cool fresh fountain in the day Of the soul's feverish need : Where must the lone one turn or flee? DOUBT NOT. WHEN the day of life is dreary, And when gloom thy course enshrouds,When thy steps are faint and weary, And thy spirit dark with clouds, Steadfast still in thy well-doing, - Let thy soul forget the past; Striving still and onward pressing, His fond eye is watching o'er thee - Hope on then a little longer! Doubt not! joy will come at last. |