with braid; and waistcoat of embroidered muslin, with sleeves to match. Capote à bouillons of tulle.

Walking Dress.-Robe of taffetas, with open body; mantelet of glacé silk, trimmed with a rich deep fringe of the mixed colours of the silk; a similar one forms revers round the throat. Bonnet of silk, with transparent edge forming a small scolloped edge.

PLATE V.

Morning robe of blue cashmere, embroidered with silk of a darker shade; jacket body tied in at the waist with a sash of blue figured ribbon; the under dress is of spotted muslin, fastened with white silk buttons.

First vest of straw-coloured satin, with gimp edging and buttons.

Second ditto of white watered silk, trimmed with lace, and fastened with silver ornaments up to the neck.

Cap of black and white tulle, with pink velvet trimmings. Second cap of white lace and emerald green ribbons. Bonnet of fancy chip, with a bunch of poppies and wheat on each side.

Chapeau of lavender silk and white lace, adorned with flowers; strings of yellow satin ribbon.

Bonnet of blue satin, with a feather placed on the left side; lining of white silk; strings of white, edged with blue.

Bonnet of gray satin and fancy Tuscan, trimmed with ribbons to match; lining of pink silk; brides of flowers and blonde; strings of pink satin ribbon.

DESCRIPTION OF MODEL.

The paper model of this Number is of a body with jacket of a novel form, bearing some similitude to those of the riding habit behind, but forming point below the waist in front, and intended to close at the throat or turn back at pleasure, forming lappel revers: for morning wear, the jacket may be trimmed all round by a band of velvet or moire; but when required more elegant, lace or gimp and bugles, fringe, &c. are preferred; the sleeve is long with cuff turning back, and trimmed to correspond with the jacket.

A BOLD TRAITOR.

THE most intimate friend of Henry IV., next to Sully, was the Duke de Biron. The king had made him, at the age of forty, Marshal of France and Governor of Burgundy.

“He is a brave man," said he; "whom I can present to my friends and my enemies."

One morning, at Fontainebleau, a man entered the presence of Henry, and submitted to him proofs that Biron was plotting to deliver France to Spain, and the rights of the dauphin to the son of the Marquise de Verneuil. These proofs were letters from the hand of the marshal, and his original treaty with the Duke of Savoy. There remained no possibility of doubt.

The good king swooned with grief, and summoned Biron to Fontainebleau. The duke arrived wrapped up in his pride, and persuaded that no one knew his secret. In vain his sister exclaimed," If you go further you are ruined!" He replied, like Le Balafre to the States of Blois, "They dare not!"

And he entered, with a lofty brow, the presence of the king.

Henry embraced him, took him by the hand, led him through his new buildings, and told him, in private, that he had received unpleasant information respecting him; but that a full pardon would be the result of a sincere

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"Not having offended, I desire no pardon !" cried the marshal.

The man who had betrayed him, and who wishel him to persevere in his denial, had whispered to him, "Good courage and a good face, my master; they know nothing!"

Henry returned to the charge. He spoke to Biron as a friend, as a father. He reminded him that they had slept side by side on the battle-fields. He opened his heart to him, and adjured him to open his own in return.

"I know all," said he at last, pressing him in his arms. "Speak, and I will instantly forget it; I entreat you as a brother. No one but myself shall know of it."

The duke believed himself exposed to a snare, and remained impassible. The more the king's earnestness increased, the more increased his boldness. He broke out into bitter reproaches, and demanded the names of his accusers.

"I will leave him this day for reflection, and this night to ask counsel," said the Bearnais to himself.

In the evening, he found him at tennis, and gaily played against him.

"Marshal!" cried Epernon to him, "you play well; but your adversary will beat."

All eyes, and especially the eyes of the king, were turned upon Biron. He did not understand the allusion, or feigned not to understand it.

Rosny de Sully and the Comte de Soissons made an attempt, and succeeded no better.

Henry retired, and rose at daybreak. He summoned the marshal into the little garden, near the aviary. They were seen from the distance to talk together some time. The guilty man struck his breast, but it was only to protest his innocence and to threaten his calumniators.

At last the clemency of the king was exhausted. Out of patience, he re-entered the chateau, and consulted the queen and Sully. The minister proposed to detain Biron. in his cabinet, and cause him to be arrested there.

"No," replied Henry, "If he defends himself, he may be wounded; and I do not wish blood to flow in my presence. Put on your boots, Sully, and let your people do the same, at nine o'clock."

He then summoned Vitry and Praslin, and ordered them to hold themselves in readiness to obey him.

The night drew on slowly. The entire court was in expectation, everybody speaking low. The marshal alone affected composure.

Supping with Montigny, he was praising the King of Spain at the expense of the King of France.

"You forget," replied some one, "that Philip II. never pardons an offence; not even of his own son.' Biron rose, as if he had understood nothing, and went to play at prime with the king.

At the door a letter was placed in his hands containing these words:

"If you do not withdraw, you will be arrested in two hours."

He showed it laughingly to his friend Varennes.. "Ah! monsieur!" said the latter, with terror, "I would be willing to have a dagger in my heart to know you were in Burgundy."

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Though ten daggers awaited me," replied the duke, "I would not retreat one step."