MATERIALS.-White and pink Boar's Head crochet cotton of Messrs. Walter Evans, Derby;

With white cotton make a chain of stitches of first opening of last row, then 1 in the third the length required ; turn, and work one long and after that 1 backwards in the second: go treble stitch in the fifth stitch; then work on thus crossing the long treble stitches to the another long treble in the fourth stitch of the end of the row. Fasten off at the end of each chain, thus crossing over the long treble first row, and cut the cotton to begin always on the worked; work one long treble in the third next same side. Work alternately one white and one stitch, then one in the stitch before that, so as pink row, always in the same stitch. This patto cross them again, and repeat to the end of tern may also be worked with single Berlin the row. For the next row take the pink cot. wool, on; make 4 chain, work į long trehle in the



This flower is formed of three small petals, wool, insert thebit of gold-coloured silk in the and requires two shades of violet Berlin wool; knot, and tie it as tightly as possible; cut the one rather deep, the other lighter, though it end of the gold silk quite short. Make another must not be too pale.

knot about half an inch from the first, insert a Take the lightest colour, not split, and make bit of gold silk, tie it like the first. Cut short a chain of three stitches ; fasten off. Take the the violet and gold silk, and make another knot second shade, and work in the first loop of the at the end of the latter; tip it with gold in the chain 1 plain stitch, in the second loop one same manner; place your silk across the halfstitch of double crochet, and one plain stitch ; inch, tipped at both ends, and tie it in the midthen make a chain stitch, and begin the second dle, so as to make three stamens of equal round in double crochet, putting a wire in the length; place them in the middle of a little edge. In this second round you must increase tuft of violet silk, or wool, and fix the whole in one stitch in the first, third, and fifth long the middle of the flower. Cover the stem with stitches of the preceding row. This round being green wool, split. completed break off the wool, twist the ends of The Spider-wort grows on a long stem, with. the wire together, and cut off one of them. out leaves, and generally with two or three

The stamens of this little flower are very flowers on one stalk. The leaves are always beautiful—they are of violet colour, with a top close to the bottom of the stalk; they have the of the richest golden hue—and spring from a appearance of a blade of grass, and are about a little tuft of silky violet threads. It would be bet. foot long and an inch broad, and are of a very ter to buy them ready-made, if possible; but, if bright green colour; but the little bunch of preferred, they can be made thus: Take a bit flowers will form a pretty ornament for mats, of floss-silk, of a bright golden colour, make a &c., without leaves or buds, knot at the end of a piece of violet silk, or



(Specially from Paris.)

First FIGURE.-Indoors dress, composed | is of the same material. The sleeves are double : of a skirt of nasturtium-coloured satin (capu. the first, of mauve faye, are tight-fitting; the cine) as we call it here, trimmed at the bottom second, of velvet, are very long, open and enwith a deep Marguerite plaiting. The body, circled, with marten-fur. Black is very much plain, high, and buttoned, is indented round the worn both for evening dress and for ball-toilets. neck. Sleeves tight, trimmed at the wrist with One of the newest dinner dresses is composed a plaiting two inches deep. Polonaise of black of a first skirt of rose-coloured drap du Champ satin or velvet the ends of the widths—which are du Mars, over which falls, cut in the Chinese trimmed on the seams with a torsade of capu- style, a tunic of black velvet, bound with gold cine satin enrolled with black velvet—are hol- galon. A large bow of black velvet, powdered lowed in the peplum fashion; and the points with gold pearls, retains the openings of the which are thus formed are laid the one over the lunic, to which is attached a very low body bore other, and each point finished with a handsome dered all round with gold, and cut en ccur in black silk tassel. The lapping over of the front. The under corsage, of rose colour, is points should begin at the height of twelve made high, and is ornamentsd with three rows inches. The edge of the Polonaise is finished of light foliage, formed of Chantilly lace. with a similar torsade to that on the seams.

Sleeves of rose-colour satin, tight to the arm, SECOND FIGURE.-Dress of mauve gros- garnished from below the elbow to the bottom grain silk, having the skirt mounted in gathers with the same lace foliage, disposed in three behind. In frontthe plastron of the body, and the bracelets; over these long sleeves of black velwidth beneath it, are cut (the latter en tablier) vet, in the pagoda form, bound with gold galon. in square notches at the side, which are edged By the way, the Polonaise has quite diswith a roll of white satin. Sleeves tight, orna- placed the peplum. At this moment we are mented at bottom with four similar notches to specially occupied with ball toilets, of which I those on the front of the dress, finished and shall describe one or two models for the benefit fixed, as are the others, by satin buttons. of your fair clients. One consists of a yellow Waistband with a roll of white satin along skirt, veiled with black tulle, scattered over with each side. Hair rolled back from the fore- stars of black velvet. At the bottom of the head, and dressed high, in a circle on the head, skirt a flounce of Chantilly with one long curl depending on the shoulder. lightly fulled. Corselet of yellow satin striped

For walking toilets, bands of fur or of cache- with Chantilly lace, with draperies of white tulle mire are much used as trimmings. They are above, separated between the plaits with narrow cut very narrow, and are placed round the bot- black lace. Floating sleeves of tulle, starred tom of the skirt and on the seams. I have with black velvet.

a robe of black velvet, with the skirt Another toilet de bal consists of a skirt of trimmed behind down the middle of a rounded white satin, veiled by a long tunic of Chantilly train, at the bottom and on the seams, with a lace, relieved at the sides by a spray of foliage narrow band of inarten. This skirt is cut with in green velvet, with dew on it (in the model in bias seams. The corsage is that known as the question) formed of diamonds. At the bottom Agnes Sorrel, and is cut very deep, descending of the satin skirt seven biases of green satin, to the hips. This prolongation of the corsage separated by rouleaux of velvet of the same exhibits the bust to perfection. The bodice is tint. From place to place on the biases are bordered, like the skirt, with marten-skin. The posed barettes of Chantilly lace. Corselet of underskirt is of mauve faye, and the high body | green satin. Fichu Marie Antoinette, composed

lace, very


of tulle illusion, formed of bouillonnees separated | liant star; barbes of blue blond, fastened with by rouleaux of green satin, set between very a bouquet of plumes. Another, called the man. narrow black lace. For ball dress the fichu tille, is made of drawn-white tulle, covered by Marie Antoinette, with long ends, is more than a mantle of point d'Angleterre, fixed beneath ever the order of the day, and for this purpose the chin by a group of fruits in ponceau velvet is made of the lightest and most vapourish ma- enriched with gold. terials.

The newest caps are those made in the fichu Bonnets are worn, if possible, smaller than form, as nearly as possible like the bonnets; erer. A charming model is of royal blue velvet, all are bouillonnée, and trimmed with narrow ornamented before with a diadem formed of a velvet, and brides-barbes of velvet, sometimes willow plume powdered with gold. Behind, it appliques with lace. A largerose is often posed is finished with a puff of blue velvet and a bril. I at the side,


The GOLDEN Shear. Poems contributed | as might be expected from the fact that eightyby Living Authors. (Houlston and Wright, 67, four authors have contributed to it-each indePaternoster Row, London.)– Though making its pendent, probably, of the intention of any other appearance at the gift-time of the year (for our of the eighty-three. The editorship probably police of it is rather out of date), this volume suggested that a slightly serious shade should has nothing of the ephemeral finery of its predominate the volume, and hence “The Golden Christmas and New-year's compeers in its ap. Sheaf” is rather religious than secular in chapearance : it is wanting in the allurements of racter. A tone at once tender and exalted steeps coloured binding, gilded edges, and pictorial many of its pages ; but the lively neighbours, art; but its neat cover, no less than the clear, the solemn, and the grave come close to the gay. bold type in which it is printed on toned paper, Some of

the truest poetry in the book is, as it pronounces it at first sight a volume

should be, that inspired by sacred subjects.

Take, for instance, the opening poem, by Bishop “ Not too bright or good

Alexander, “His Name," which has ingemmed For human nature's daily food”

in it, as it were, the thoughts and hopes and fears

of every earnest mind. We give a fragment: -a conception of it fally borne out by an acquaintance with its contents. This might pro O Counsellor ! four thousand years bably be anticipated, seeing that it is edited by One question, tremulous with tears, the Rev. Charles Rogers, editor of “Lyra One awful question, vex'd our peers. Britannicæ,” &c. It is a book for everyday reading : by which phrase we do not ex They asked the vault, but no one spoke ; clude the Seventh-a book, not for the polished They asked the depth---no answer woke; drawing-room table, to be opened and looked They asked their hearts—that only broke. at and laid down, but a book for the sofa by the fire-side, or the window-seat in summer

They looked, and sometimes on the height time, for use and remembrance. Going but a Far off they saw a haze of white page or two beyond the preface we find an

That was a storm, but looked like light. essay “ On the Poetic Art,” by E. J. Reed, the chief Naval Constructor; which proves that

The secret of the years is read ; gentleman to be as ingenious a critic, and as The enigma of the qnick and dead acute a judge of the proportions of true poetry,

By the Child voice interpreted. as he is of the mathematical harmony requisite to the floating of an armour-plated ship. It O, everlasting Father, God! is not the first time we have read an essay of

Sun after sun went down, and trod bis, or a lecture so matured and finished that it Race after race the green earth's sod, took the literary form of one, and do not despair of seeing a volume of them by the same facile

Till generations seemed to be pen. Going further into the volume we find But dead waves of an endless sea its contents are varied in subject and execution, But dead leaves from a deathless tree ;


| To the spirit-ears that listened as she passed amid the

But Thou hast come, and now we know

Hide the hollows full of pain, Each wave hath an eternal flow,

Hide the rents, and hide the rain, Each leaf a life-time after snow.

Hide the dark funereal train,

Hide the clouds that come again; And so the eloquent lines, flow on to the end of

But no living thing can say the poem, which is too long to reproduce entire,

It hath touched the gorgeous day, and loses by curtailment. And so we must say

Which, for ever and for ever, of Philip James Bailey's “Divining Cup,"

Glideth on, a golden river, which is a complete story as it stands, but

Far away-far away! would not bear dividing. Fresh and green and dewy as one of Henry Warren's bits of wood. Again we must pause at the glorious “Sabbath land is the Rev. Goodwyn Barmby's “The Out- Hymn on the Mountains,"" by John Stuart wood," in which

Blackie. Here is a verse or two:
The trees

Praise ye the Lord !
Spread leafy hands to catch the bees,

Here where the strength of the old granite Ben Or sunk unto their rooty knees,

Towers o'er the grace of the green-swarded glen ;
Amid the fern and bramble;

Where the pink flings its fragrance abroad o'er the hill,
And the bee o'er the heather-bloom wanders at will

, And fell the light upon the hole

Praise ye the Lord !
Of woodpecker, high up the bole;
On squirrel's nest, and mound of mole,

Praise ye the Lord !
And ant-hill quick with life;

Not where the voice of a preacher instructs you; On small green path, on deep cart-rut;

Not where the hand of a mortal conducts you ; On burrowed rise, where, at eve-shut,

But where the bright welkin, in scripture of glory, Grey rabbits show the silver scut,

Blazons Creation's miraculous story,
And pricked-up ears are rife.

Praise ye the Lord !
Again :

Praise ye the Lord !

The wind and the welkin, the sun and the river, How beautiful looked every leaf

Weaving a tissue of wonders for ever ; Arisen from the rain-shower brief

The mead and the mountain, the flower and the tree, A joy exalted from past grief

What is their pomp but a vision of Thee,
Amid the sunny glitter ;

Wonderful Lord !
The oak-leaves twinkled one by one;
The beech-trunks shimmered in the sun;
Each little twig went dancing on

Mr. Broome, whose name has recently become
Unto the small-bird's twitter.

familiar to our readers, has contributed a rather

long fragment from an unpublished poemEvery line is a transcript from Nature, sketched "Egeria”—which fully bears out the high opiand coloured by one who loves her, and whose nion we have of this gentleman's poetic feeling, perceptions are as fine as his descriptions are

and strengthening power to express it; while graphic. Neither the delicious green of the another author, whose fair thoughts bave often bright three-heart-leaved sorrel, nor the frill of graced these pages (Mrs. Newton Crosland) in the wood-ruff, escapes his notice, nor the “Marian's Two Griefs," has condensed a life's

history in her metrical sketch. Orphaned in “One primrose, in the shade

girlhood, her grief easily pours itself out in

tearsAn oak’s obtruding roots had made.” Mr. Goodwyn Barmby has evidently, like the But the moons glide on and vanish, and the starry

She sobs at every memory of her early happy years ; author of Religio Medici, two books, from which he collects his divinity—“besides that written to the measured beat and cadence of Time's never

nights upspring one of God, another of his servant Nature,

tiring wing; that universal and public manuscript that lies and young Marian’s grief grows fitful, and her tears expansed unto the eyes of all.” One, whose pen now only flow has often graced our own pages (W.C. Bennett) Like a sudden rain in spring-time, not from steadfast is represented by an elegant little poem, entitled fount of woe. “Psyche.” “Far Away," by the late (it is sad to write that "late," after the name of one so The effects of her studies are gracefully traced gifted) Stanyan Bigg: listen, how like an anthem for Marian loves learning,

partly for the sake of without music

, save the rhythm of the worde, her promise to the dead, and yet more for its his verse sounds:

own sake. By-and-bye she marries, and 80Evermore a glory brcals

True in girlhood, true in wifehood, she made music
Over peak and over plain,
In the distance far away :
pad the gorgrous skirts of day,


like a song

But her heart was turned to rapture when, on balmy | tenor of its way" to the finish of its twelfth summer morn,

number; but the fate we feared (the fate of so Came a little baby-daughter, her bright future to many promising ventures in periodical literature) adorn;

has overtaken it at this fatal figure; and its en Then, with satisfied completeness, rose her nature to its terprising and hopeful editors, like the brave

height, Overtopping merely woman's by the mother's grander it to the last, and have even succeeded in bring

officers of some foundering ship, have stood by right. Oh ! the happy days that followed, when her joy, like ing it into port complete and unshaken-a perfountain rare,

fect volume, with a treasure of garnered practical Dashed the sparkles of its glory over every common knowledge and experience for themselves becare!

tween its covers. In another year the editors

hope to start afresh, making their recess an opBut, alas!

portunity for “organizing a more effective system of circulation."

But it is not only At the age herself was orphaned-at that age her this that is wanting : the “Hawk,” like the daughter died,

“ Household," has fallen by its own weight. in the dawn of joyous girlhood, and its early April The bird was overbalanced with too solid fare, pride.

and took up subjects that, however cleverly

discussed or important in themselves, were And then the author goes on to paint the deep quite out of the field of its flight. Had it grief of the mother's heart, mourning its be- simply kept to such a programme as the editors Teavement,

quote from Dr. Stevens's letter: “Natural his.

tory objects, boasts, birds, insects, and flowers" “Not for measured days or years,

[Why not the singing brooks and fishes ?], With a sorrow fathoms deeper than the fountain of

* with antiquities architectural and other, geoher tears,"

logy, and much good folk-lore, besides a deal

of latent book-knowledge,” we venture to say Mrs. Rosa F. Hill contributes a picturesque the publication would have found supporters in poetical description of "Venice Free," which many counties besides Hampshire, and have reads as if written on the spot. Mary Howitt's become the depository of much curious local, "Birth Song,” tenderly exultant, and Song of as well as learned information, and a great help

to future editions of the county history. The Death” (especially the latter) are worthy her editors of the " Hawk” know that we write this pen, who first won our hearts as a poetess. We with no hostile feelings to their undertaking, can only indicate Eliza A. H. Ogilvy's "Califor which we believe intended to fulfil these purnian Myth,” which exhibits imagination, and a

poses from the first; but our experience procertain power of language and versification ; and Miss Bessie R. Parke's gracefal contri' bably dates further back than half their life's bution, "The Campagna of Rome,” in which time; and experience enables a looker-on to she paints a picture while singing, a song; contemporary. But besides the observations of

comprehend at one view the possibilities of a for one cannot read her poem without re-others the editors have now their own expealizing the scene that suggested it. Meanwhile, from its length and the impossibil- twelvemonth's rest will be of material use, and

rience, and thus we have real hope that their ity of quoting it in fragments, we have been obliged to pass over Lady Georgiana or less, must encumber the free action of the

aid them (notwithstanding the fetters that, more Chatterton's poetic legend, "Aveleen of Mun. conductors of an amateur magazine) to see that ster"; and, for the same reason, Mr. E. R. Reed's "Hastings", and many other of the articles, however excellent, out of the scope and numerous contributions that deserve to be purpose of a work, must militate to its disadnoticed. There are weak verses here and there vantage by occupying space necessary to the dein the volume; but, as a whole, it is a charming half a dozen interesting features by the gravely

velopment of its specialities and the exile of addition to our fireside volumes. But we must egotistical appearance of one or two. In the not, however pressed for space, forget to men. tion that the Editor, who has judiciously and present number a paper elegantly and apprecarefully performed his duties, has himself ciatively, written, entitled Poetry in three contributed a “Hymn,” full of 'devotional feel. phases," specially recommends itself to our ating and loving faith. The book is beautifully ing subject, from whatever side we view it, and

"Notes on human food,” an intereste printed on toned paper, and adorned with head by no means nearly exhausted though so freand tail pieces and Howery initial letters.

quently treated of, is very agreeably written,

Great is the pen of a ready writer. Its power The Hawk. No. 12. (W. Wheaton, Ring will sometimes effect that popularly discredited svood.) -We have missed our pleasant contem- possibility--the making of black white, an inporary for some months past, and had imagined stance of which may be seen in the article its monthly "hover" bad come to an untimely " Abyssinia," the natives of which, under the end. Not so, however; it has kept the "even hands of the author, como forth absterged in

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