V.

And lo! the living instrument,
The chords unswept so long,
Responded those mysterious tones,
And trembled into song!

THE PEDAGOGUE'S HOLIDAY.

THE bliss of leisure to the toil-worn man,
None but the toil-worn man can ever know:
From care and clamour freed, how sweetly flow
To me the moments of my vacant span !
O'er head, a leafy shade which zephyrs fan,
A fresh and daisy-spangled turf below;

Of fragrant flowers around, a gorgeous show ;'Tis surely Paradise before the ban!

So neighboured, I in welcome ease recline,
And listen to thy music, busy bee!

What means this greeting? is it thy design
To rouse me to thy gainful industry?
I know the honey of each blossom thine,
But envy not 't is holiday with me.

J. W.

P

LA BELLE CAUCHOISE.

GENTLE Reader, have you ever been at Dieppe or Rouen? If not, take my advice, and go there as speedily as possible, and I promise you you will see sights which will amply repay you for any thing disagreeable that you may encounter in the voyage.

At the latter end of the month of May, 1830, I became an invalid; and instead of following my doctor's recommendation of spending a month at Brighton, I determined at all risks to see something of life abroad; and taking advantage of the steam vessel, soon found myself at Dieppe. I was no stranger to the country itself; but I confess that had I been set down in Rotterdam, the appearance of the town and its residents could hardly have presented a stronger contrast than that of the people of Normandy, as compared with the inhabitants of the northern provinces of the same nation.

The peculiarity which first strikes a stranger in this neighbourhood, is the grotesque attire of the

greater part of the population, the form of which has undergone scarcely any alteration since the fifteenth century; indeed it is still the custom of the inhabitants of Normandy to transmit, from one generation to another, the rich cap of Flanders lace, with its accompaniment of gold ornaments, that adorned the heads of their respective families some hundred years before.

The first object that presented itself on my landing that I had an opportunity of particularly observing, was the person of a young woman, apparently the daughter of some small farmer. She was seated at the foot of the gigantic cross on the right hand side of the cliff, and seemed to be watching the world of waters, as though in the hope of catching the first sight of some expected sail.

She was dressed in the full costume of Normandy, with none of those attempts at modification which destroy the picturesqueness of the ancient without achieving the simplicity of the modern style of dress. Her petticoat was made of scarlet serge, gathered round the waist in as many plaits as the utmost ingenuity could extort out of the material; the body of the dress was brown, with sleeves closely fitting the arms. A scarlet fringed handkerchief covered her neck, and a bright purple apron completed this part of her attire. Let no hyper-critic call in question the harmony of colours thus displayed;-they were those chosen by