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And I can tell you, Ruthard, I will never lend you my bow again,' added Hubert, if you talk in this manner of the lovely Loreley.'

The Palatine now put an end to the conversation, and called upon the chaplain for the evening benediction. But Hubert had little rest that night, either waking or dreaming, for he felt almost sure that Loreley would be assailed, and fancied he saw the arrow transfixing her fair bosom, and her blood streaming like coral down the dusky rock into the dark deep Rhine.

A few days afterwards, a large company of strangers assembled at the castle, and such as were disposed for the chase, were led forth by Hubert and his companions, through many a vine-covered valley and beechen glade.

The Palatine had secretly given directions to Ruthard to keep a strict watch over his son, lest curiosity or rashness should induce him to disregard his parental injunctions, and be attracted towards the Syren of the Rock. Notwithstanding this injunction, however, it happened that Hubert was imperceptibly separated from his party; and almost before he was aware found himself in solitude, and heard the bugle-notes that were sounded to recal him, already softened by the distance. His heart beat high with the joy of newly-acquired freedom, like that of the young eagle, as it listens to the retiring wings of the guardians of the nest. He rushed eagerly forward, scarcely knowing whither to direct his course. Sometimes he felt as if urged to accomplish the will of his father, and make Loreley a prisoner; and sometimes it seemed as though he had long known and loved her, and was called upon to hasten to her rescue. He now descended through a deep ravine to the shore, just where the river makes a turn through a solemn wilderness of rocks, overlooked by the lofty turrets of Oberwesel, and the watch tower of Schonberg. The last rays of expiring day still lingered on their summits, while from behind the mountains glimmered the first pale moonbeams, as on that sweet evening when Hubert had sat with Una on the Kuhlberg.

Suddenly there came wafted over the waters a sound of melody, repeated again and again in one unvarying strain, but so soft and soothing, that he who listened felt as though entranced, and knew not that they were but the same tones which still returned upon his ear.

Hubert looked around and saw nothing, and wondered within himself what bird it could be that sang more sweetly than the nightingale, but there were some young peasants from Oberwesel amusing themselves in a boat near the shore, and he heard them exclaim to one another, that is Loreley,' he called out to them and said, I am the Palatine's son, and would fain take a row by moonlight; approach, therefore, and ferry me over,' and he leapt into the boat with his bow and arrow in his hand, and his locks floating in the wind. Row me to the rock where Loreley sings,' cried he, 'row away that I may see the beautiful Loreley.' The young rowers pulled from the shore, and soon pointed out to him the rock from whence the voice proceeded; and there stood the nymph all dazzling in the moonlight, twining through her golden hair a garland of water flowers and rushes, gathered from the Rhine, and singing unceasingly the same notes, Loreley, Loreley.'

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Take me over, take me over,' cried Hubert impatiently, but the rowers told him that a compliance with

his wishes might prove fatal to him, and still kept near the shore. 'Then let it be my death,' said he, ' or else let me reach thee, beauteous maiden, never to part from thee more,' and again he conjured the young men to proceed, and assured them that he had been sent by his father to take the nymph prisoner, and had come for that purpose armed with his bow and arrows. At length they agreed to ferry him across, and they ploughed their way through the deep waters; there was hissing and foaming round the oars, and already the mighty rock stretched its broad black shadow across the boat. Once more the rowers paused, and essayed to divert the youth from his purpose. The song had now ceased, and the beautiful Loreley stood at the edge of the water, looking out as if through a mist, with her eyes beaming brightly, and her long hair descending to her feet. The young men urged Hubert to profit by so favourable an opportunity, and take aim at the sorceress, but he seized on his bow and dashed it from him into the water, calling out, Fear not, thou sweet one, that aught shall harm thee, for thou shalt be my own true love, and I will be thine.'

A sudden apprehension came upon all those who were with him, and dreading lest they too might become infatuated, like the Palatine's son, and encounter their death upon this rock, they turned the boat hastily round, and struggled hard to regain the shore. Hubert sprang up and tried to leap upon the rock, but his efforts were vain, and he sank into the Rhine; and after him, with a soft melancholy cry, rushed down the syren, and it seemed like the flashing of a silvery ray from the rock into the water. The youths, in dismay, rowed away, faster and faster, intent only upon their own safety. How shall we dare to confess that the Palatine's son has perished upon this spot? And yet,

if we tell it not, and keep aloof from his father's wrath, what injurious suspicions will light upon us, whenever it comes to be known. We will tell the truth as it really happened; how he entreated and commanded us to bring him here, and made us believe that our Lord, the Count, had sent him to kill the wicked sorceress, and how he was bewitched at the very moment when he ought to have taken aim at her.'

When Hubert unclosed his eyes, he felt as if awakening in the middle of winter. Green and blue icicles, of gigantic size, appeared to enclose him on every side, but a soft spring air seemed to play through the clefts, thawing his frozen limbs, and kissing his cold forehead. These icicles, however, were spars and bright crystals, and the soft air was the breath of Loreley, which floated around him like a whispering wave. Thickets of tall sedge and various water-plants rustled around the cave, and there was a perpetual singing and sighing, as the crystal waves rose and fell in plaintive murmurs.

In the stillness of this deep world, Hubert now found himself alone with the water-fairy. Yet he felt not at rest in this mysterious solitude; and with the same impatience which he had manifested in leaping into the flood, he now longed to return to the regions of upper air, and felt that there alone he could gaze with real delight on his lovely Lory. Take me where the sun shines, that I may rejoice in thy beauty,' cried he, as her waving hair and dazzling arms were twining around him, and she took him by the hand, and led him further into the recesses of the rock. At every step the light became fainter, and the flowers that trembled in the

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A tall white cliff glimmered in the faint light, and seemed as if borne along by the impetuous waves which rolled close to Hubert's feet. He could now distinguish through the still air, dark outlines of rocks and towers. Where are we?' asked he, almost shrinking from Loreley's embrace; for he sometimes felt as if it were a spirit that sat beside him, and that, perhaps, the next moment he might be plunged into the abyss from which they had emerged. We are in the middle of the Rhine,' replied the Nymph, these are the old mountains, the children of the giants, and at the foot of one of them we are now sitting: though it has stretched its proud head so long out of the water, it is but brittle white stone, and with it I can angle for the ships that sail so merrily up and down the Rhine; for by that rock they sink, and yonder, where I look down the river, the fragments come to light again; but nothing ever returns from that dark gulf alive.

Far across the water now shone a glimmering light --it was a lamp just beginning to burn before one of the altars of St. Clement's church, on the opposite shore; and as the feeble flame slowly illuminated the spot, shedding here and there a flickering ray, Hubert thought he could distinguish the Mansethurm at a little distance, and several of the well-known towers which crowned the neighbouring heights. See,' said Loreley, who seemed aware of his mistrust and alarm, I have led thee up the river, though the waters would Jain have carried thee down; but had they done so, my own fairy people would never have let thee depart out of their crystal courts, and now thou shalt be mine, and mine only. For thy sake have I quitted our beautiful palace-there is no happiness for me without thee.'

Loreley,' said Hubert, looking in her face, (and as the light shone out, it smiled as sweetly as ever through the locks that waved in the night wind), ' they say that thou wert wont to rejoice upon thy rock, whenever one of the human race was swallowed up by thy own wild waters.' And Lorely sighed and answered, 'Sweet youth, it may, indeed, be true, for I know no better; I thought it must be a delight to them to sport and love as we do, in cool crystal grottoes, with the waves singing about them.' And they say too,' said Hubert, that thou wouldst sit and sing to allure the sons of men to their destruction.

I recked not of the sons of men,' answered Loreley, somewhat scornfully. I sang because it amused me, and gazed about me for my own pleasure; I neither called them, nor looked at them, nor thought of them, and often I smiled within myself to see how they fancied I was making signs and sporting with them. But now all this is changed, and such pastimes will amuse me no longer. Thee have I chosen for myself, and thee will I carry down with me to the deep, and follow all over the world.'

The ruddy glow of morning now illumined the heights, and the white pinnacles were lighted up like

There is a saying on the Rhine, that the vessels which sink at the Biogerloch, are thrown up again at the place called Die Bank, near St. Goar.

so many beacons in the ray. The fair Loreley was leaning her head on Hubert's bosom, when all at once she started up in alarm, as the crowing of a cock was heard from the shore. I must away,' cried she,' at eventide thou wilt find me again, by my accustomed rock. Forget thou not the hour of meeting. Having said this, she threw a pebble into the water, the waves grew troubled and foaming, and a little boat was seen working its way out of their swelling bosom. Spring into this bark,' said Loreley, and fear nothing-that loose plank will serve for an oar. Fare thee well, Hubert, fare the well!' With these words she sank into the flood, and Hubert, who had already stepped into the boat, saw her no longer; but below him a soft mournful voice sang Loreley, Loreley,' and it seemed at last as if the melancholy notes were choked by

tears.

The dancing bark conveyed Hubert as trustily as though he had been a heedless child, incapable of making any exertion for himself, past the dangerous current to the opposite shore, where the castle of Ehrenfels, looking down on its joyous vineyards, glittered in the morning ray. Beneath the bright sun beams, Hubert began to shake off the bewildering vision of the night, and as they gradually unravalled themselves before him, he scarce knew what to think, or what course to pursue. Doubt and confidence, tenderness and repugnance, struggled in his bosom, as night and day had lately done before his eyes. Sometimes he fancied he saw the gentle face of Loreley, as it had smiled in the light of that lamp from the altar, and he thought if he could only have brought her into daylight, that all doubt and dread would have been dispelled at once. Then, again, when he remembered how she started in affright at the crowing of the cock, an indefinite feeling of horror arose in his mind, and he felt once more as if it had been a ghost that had accompanied him through the darkness, and only wondered that he had escaped alive from his fearful advenWearied with idle conjectures, he hastened to the hut of a neighbouring vine-dresser, and craving a morning's repast, took off his wet garments, and clothed himself in those of one of the young peasants.

ture.

What course to adopt he found it difficult to determine. At first he was tempted to return forthwith to Stahleck, in the hope, that since his life had been so wonderfully preserved, the anger occasioned to his family, by his disobedience, might be appeased, and his mother and sister might, perhaps, be persuaded to join their entreaties with his, in behalf of the beautiful Loreley. Then, if a tender yearning would arise in his bosom, to fly once more to the nymph of the rock, and live for her, and her alone, an involuntary shudder would again overtake him, and his love would be changed into a vague feeling of horror and repugnance.

After thus dreaming away a great part of the morning upon the shore, he at length came to the determination of proceeding to Stahleck, without further delay; to avert, if possible, any evil which might be impending over the fairy maiden.

His heart grew heavier at every step which brought him nearer to his father's castle. He ascended a staircase hewn out of the rock, which led, by a short passage, to a side portal; and, as he lifted the hammer to announce his approach, he perceived, for the first time, that the ring from his left hand was missing; and it instantly occurred to him, that the nymph must have secretly

withdrawn it from his finger, and retained it as an irrevocable pledge of betrothment.

It was already evening-the Palatine, informed of the death of his son, had sent forth Ruthard, with a numerous troop of followers, to carry off Loreley, living or dead. As these fierce intruders approached, the maiden stood on her rock, gazing up the stream towards Hubert's castle, and warbling her wonted notes of Loreley, Loreley.' As soon as they arrived opposite the rock, Ruthard called out, in a deceitful tone: We bring thee a greeting from thy true love Hubert-he sends thee a bridal kiss, which will make thee his wife. Come down, then, and receive it, or tell us how we may reach thee in safety. Loreley raised her white hand, and with her delicate finger pointed out a path by which they might climb the rock, and here and there a shrub which would assist them in their ascent, for she believed that they were bringing her a greeting from Hubert. Several of his companions tried to dissuade the daring Ruthard from this perilous attempt; but he laughed at their fears, and selected two of the most determined of his followers, to clamber with him up the cliff. Now take your cords, and bind her,' cried he, when they had reached the summit. Alas! what would you?' exclaimed Loreley. Thou sorceress!' answered Ruthard, 'know that I am come to avenge the death of the fair young Hubert.' Hubert, Hubert, come hither,' cried Loreley, in a plaintive voice across the mountain. Alas! I am no sorceress---I am Hubert's own betrothed.' 6 Spirit of evil,' answered Ruthard, thou knowest that Hubert lies low beneath the Rhine.' But Loreley protested again and again, that Hubert was safe at Strahleck, and wringing her snowy hands, and embracing Ruthard's knees, exclaimed unceasingly, in a piteous tone of voice, Oh! let me not die, Hubert, Hubert, forsake me not in this extremity.

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Her grief and beauty softened the hearts of all those who had remained below; and one of them called out to the knight''Prithee spare her awhile, and I will gallop back to Strahleck, and see if what she says be true. If the young Count be really at the castle, and she has been the means of saving his life, she has surely a claim to be set at liberty.'

But Ruthard laughed him to scorn, and rejoined, Wilt thou not bring a priest with thee also, and try to convert the evil one? Even, if Hubert were yet alive, this Loreley would still be deserving of death, if only for having led him astray from his duty.' Loreley, however, seemed inspired with fresh courage, as she gazed after her champion, who was already scouring away on his foaming steed. After a brief space he returned, bringing with him the news of Hubert's safety, but added, addressing Loreley, Thou must give back the ring that thou tookest from the Palatine's son, or thy life will not even yet be spared. Our Lord the Count, however, promises thee his protection on this condition.'

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I have no ring, no ring,' answered Loreley in a piteous accent--- he had none on his hand to give me--Ah! Hubert, Hubert, why comest thou not to save me. Carry me to him in these bonds, and he will unlose them.' 'Dost thou see now,' cried Ruthard, she will not give up the ring? And Loreley wept like the pleading roe, when the cruel huntsman stands over it, and called on Hubert again and again, and maintained unceasingly, that she knew nothing of any ring. It was then that some of the rugged men, who stood below,

were melted into compassion for her, for Ruthard declared he would allow no further delay. A huge fragment of the rock was hung round her tender neck, and the fierce executioners were about to commence their sacrifice. Loreley looked on them, and exclaimed, ' My lover has betrayed me; none shall lay hands upon me;' -and once more gazing up the river, and leaning forward, as though to descry the castle of Stahleck, she rushed to the edge of the rock, and plunged into the Ruthard and his murderous assistants stood, as

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if metamorphosed into stone. Loreley was avenged. They were unable to find the path down the rock, and perished miserably on its summit.

The next day, a man from Oberwesel carried to the castle a large draught of fish, which he had netted in the Rhine; and as they were preparing for the table, within one of them was found the young Count's ring, which must have slipped from his finger as he sank into the river.

Hubert, whom his father had at first detained prisoner, could be withheld no longer, when he heard the fate of Loreley: but in vain did he traverse the Rhine from side to side: the fair form, and gentle face, of the maiden never more met his eyes. She was never seen again. Her voice, however, might still at times be heard no longer singing as before, but softly answering those who spoke to her; and the tones were half choked by tears and sighs, and became lower and lower at every word: it seemed as if she were saying, 'Why do you waste your breath on me, and invite me to sport as I was wont to do? Thine is not Hubert's voice-I have lost him, lost him for ever.'

One day Hubert himself called to her, and she answered him, and gave him back his own greeting; but the tones were more than he could bear, and he turned to to hide his face on the bosom of his sister Una, who stood mournfully beside him. Then, from his outstretched hand, he dropped the ring into the water, and sat listening anxiously between the strokes of the oars; and they were fain to row him away in his anguish ; for, if his sister had not restrained him, he would most assuredly have plunged into the Rhine.

From the time of his dropping the ring upon the rock; (which to this day bears the name of the Water Fairy), Hubert began to pine, as if something were preying on his heart; and, with a yearning grief for Loreley, his young life melted away, like the faint tones of the huntsman's horn, dying in the distance.

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THE DRAMA.

THE KING'S THEATRE.-Various crowded and brilliant audiences have been attracted to the King's Theatre, on the occasion of the benefits of the Manager and principal performers, but as the choice of pieces were in their own hands, the public had generally reason to be much more pleased with the talent of the dramatis persona, than with the judgment shewn in their selection. As, however, these benefits do not come legitimately within the scope of critical observation, we will only remark that on the whole they gave general satisfaction.

THE ENGLISH OPERA HOUSE.-ADELPHI.-Independently of the advantages of locality, has from its continued good management acquired a large share of public patronage. We suffer, however, one considerable drawback to our pleasure, from its ill constructed form and bad ventilation, through which the temperature is frequently raised to so great a degree as to become almost insupportable, as well as positively unwholesome.

A recent attraction here, and one which has been favourably received, is Serle's drama of the "The Yeoman's Daughter," in which he performs the hero; with a little more of nature in his personations, the author would become no bad actor. Mrs. Waylett as the Daughter, and Mrs. Griffiths in the part of the afflicted Mother acquitted themselves in a highly creditable manner. Williams as the Farmer, may also be particularized for his excellent personification of the character. Reeve has the part of a Rat-catcher, the bare mention of which is sufficient to summon ludicrous associations.

At the HAYMARKET there has been no lack of sterling pieces.-Comedies, operas, farces, &e. The partial closing of the large theatres, seems to have given a new impetus to Mr. Morris, and he has lately exerted himself more than ever in affording entertainment to his audience.

"My Wife's Mother," a two-act comedy, written or rather translated by young Mathews, is made the vehicle for showing the delights with which a newly married couple may be sometimes inflicted by the presence of a particularly officious mother-in-law. Glover, Mr. Farren, and the greater part of the stock of talent were engaged in this piece.

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"The Housekeeper, or, The White Rose; by Jerrold, was well received, it was throughout a well sustained performance, and indebted for much of its success to the able support it received from the talented company engaged here.

The VICTORIA is now holding up its head higher than ever, there have been lately pieces produced here which do some credit to the management, and we may be allowed to augur still better things from their future administration. Warde, who has as fine a perception of character as almost any performer on the stage, has had parts assigned to him which have been literally redeemed by his judicious management of them. His performance of the Heart-broken Father, in Clari, which was brought out some time since, was truly worthy of him, and produced several rounds of applause from the audience. He has since had more ample scope for his abilities in the drama of The King's Fool, in which are employed the whole strength of the company: by this strong cast, they have done no

more than justice to a production of great merit, which for powerful interest, high tone of feeling, and elegance of language, takes a foremost place amongst the ranks of modern dramatic compositions.

PUBLIC EXHIBITIONS, &c.

We can recommend to our fair readers, whose curiosity might lead to prosecute an antiquarian research in costume, to visit the Exhibition of the veritable dresses worn by our fore-mothers; some of them included in the family of Cromwell, others belonging to the lofty dames of the high church party. The state of preservation in which these dresses still are, the vividness of the colors, and the substantial nature of the fabrics, will astonish many of the connoisseures in these

matters.

Mr. Martin's picture of Belshazzar's Feast, has been imitated on a very large scale, to produce a dioramic effect. On the first contemplation, the eye is struck with the almost real appearance and dazzling splendor of the scene; though some of the subordinate figures will lose by an attentive examination. There is a very effective group of female figures well and gracefully put in. The Physioramic views which may be seen without further expence, are of very unequal merit, some not worth looking at; the architectural ones however will very well repay the trouble of a peep.

We were almost about (horribil dictu) to omit the mention of Mr. Bertolotto's well tutored fleas; the birth, parentage, and education of which this ingenious artist was kind enough to unfold to us. We might fill a whole number with their praise, and publish their feats to all the civilized world, but we prefer sending our attentive readers to view them with their own sparkling eyes.

A most agreeable hour may be spent by a lover of the arts, at the exhibition of " Paintings by the Old Masters", at Exeter Hall. There are some very fine specimens of various subjects: Sacred and Profane; Historical, Landscape, &c. amongst the very finest, certainly the most captivating, is the picture of Love, by Domenichino, were the little god not quietly reposing on his bow, he might excite too great apprehension in the breasts of the spectators for a near approach; he is however in no hostile position, but appears only meditating an attack on some virgin heart.

We made our way, previous to leaving this place, through a dark, subterraneous looking passage, quite in keeping with the exhibition, to the " Model of a Mine," in course of operation: the spectacle is a singular one, and certainly unique; and there is one manifest advantage it has over a real one, that we have not to trust our precious persons down a most awful descent into the bowels of the earth in a pail; as Sheridan once did, for the sake of saying "That he had seen a coal pit." We are better judges, and can, without travelling farther than West Strand, affirm that we have verily seen a Mine.

We visited Vauxhall Gardens, on the day of the Gala and Fancy Fair, for the benefit of the Dispensary for Diseases of the Ear, the entertainments on which oc casion were varied and numerous. At the Morning Concert, Signor Paganini gratuitously drew his bow, and was very hardly persuaded to re-appear to afford

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LONDON AND PARISIAN FASHIONS FROM A VARIETY OF THE MOST AUTHENTIC SOURCES INCLUDING COPIOUS EXTRACTS FROM

"Le Petit Courrier des Dames"-" Journal des Dames et des Modes, L'Observateur des Modes et L'Indiscret"- -"Le Follet Courrier des Salons"-" Le Mercure des Salons," &c. &c.

DRESSES.-Uniformity in the ensemble of the toilet is not now so imperiously required. The eye is no longer shocked, if with a rose or brown-coloured dress a rose or brown cravat is not worn; on the contrary, light green and cherry-coloured ribbons and fichus are worn with almost all colours; these two shades match of different confusion a perfectly well shades.

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Black lace appears as a distinguished elegance; black mittens as an eccentricity of an old fashion revived, but as black lace and black mittens are favorable to the complexion and skin, they were at first adopted with fureur, and so much worn by everybody, that it is more than probable that they will not be seen next season, at least amongst that class with which they originated.

Wrappers are more numerous than ever; the richest materials are employed for this description of dress. Foulards and woollen muslins are much employed for this purpose. We will mention one composed of rose coloured silk muslin with designs of green oak leaves. The petticoat was of white gros de-Naples; the chemisette of British point lace; a rice straw hat ornamented with a rose-coloured poppy.

Most élégantes of the fashionable world, wear painted Pekin dresses, notwithstanding the opposition existing between this material and the season; these dresses have very light designs on white grounds, small bouquets of blue carnations on a dove-coloured ground, made a very pretty dress; another was with bell flowers, rose, yellow and lilac on a white ground, was worn by a lady highly distinguished for her good taste.

For morning neglige toilets, white jacconots. For evening, white muslin.

Striped muslin redingotes, are closed in front of the

skirt by nœuds of iced ribbon of a light rose or straw colour.

We have seen a morning redingote of white muslin, in which each side of the skirt in front was bordered with crevés of embroidered tulle; between each crevě was a nœud of rose-coloured gauze ribbon, the ends descending below the crevê. This ladder of nœuds corresponded with those which separated the sabots on the long sleeves. A ceinture with long ends fastened in front, and descending on a white gros de Naples petticoat; the corsage rather open on the chest, with a round falling collar, trimmed with a double row of lace.

With embroidered jaconot redingotes, the petticoat should be embroidered with the same designs as the redingote.

Many pelerines with long ends, are made of plain muslin, bordered with a wide hem only. Some are edged with narrow lace.

Though the heat has been far from oppressive, many ladies have adopted the blouse-wrappers for morning dresses. The front is gathed in puckers on each side, and simply fastened by a ceinture of the same material. Jaconot-chalys, and cashmeres, are most used for this description of dress; a very pretty sort is a small To avoid all unneTurkish palm on a white ground.

cessary accessaries with this easy and comfortable dress, collerettes are worn, that have the trimmings mounted on a band, and are made fast to a ribbon which forms cravat round the neck.

Small black lace veils are worn with neglige dresses. Black lace trimmings are seen even on muslin dresses. We have seen some handsome pockets trimmed with small nœuds; to those who are inclined to take our advice, we cannot too strongly recommend the adoption of this ancient but useful fashion. The noeuds are thus disposed: the slit or opening is trimmed all round with a slight pucker or small plaits, and marked at each extremity by a nœud, the lower one larger and two smaller noeuds on each side.

The pelerines-mantelets composed of coloured muslins or jaconots, are sometimes fastened with taffeta nœuds, the ceinture of gros grain, but it is in better taste to have them of the same material as the dress. For neglige wrappers, the ceinture must be similar to the dress.

The skirts of dresses very wide, plain and long, particularly behind, but those of redingotes are often trimmed. We will describe one of rose-coloured gros de Naples, the corsage en cœur and open, trimmed with a wide mantilla of black lace extending low down the sleeves; a corsage between the mantilla and the ceinture, a nœud of rose-coloured taffeta ribbon covered with black lace, and from the ceinture to the lower extremity of the skirt, seven nœuds similar to that of the corsage, disposed at equal distances, but widening as they descend. The lappings similarly ornamented.

SHAWLS.-The most fashionable summer shawls are of silk, brilliant and soft, the ground black with large orange or rose-coloured designs, and edged round with long silk fringe.

Black gauze shawls, hand embroidered, in silk of all colours, and intermixed with gold, are prettier than those embroidered in floss silk.

SCARFS.-Light gauze scarfs are numerous, but those of printed gauze or silk muslin are in better taste. Short gauze scarfs terminated by tassels and figuring

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