"Have you any oyster sauce?"
"No, sir."
"Great cooks! Turkey without oyster sauce! Bring me a slice of ham."
"Bottle of ale, waiter," soon after issued from his lips.
The ale was brought, the cork drawn, and the bottle set beside Tilghman,
who, in his haste, poured his tumbler two-thirds full ere the contact of
air had produced effervescence. The consequence was that the liquor
flowed, suddenly, over the glass, and spread its creamy foam for the
space of four or five inches around. Several persons sitting near by had
taken more interest in our young gentleman who was looking after number
one than in the dinner before them; and, when this little incident
occurred, could not suppress a titter.
Hearing this, Tilghman became suddenly conscious of the ludicrous figure
he made, and glanced quickly from face to face. The first countenance
his eyes rested upon was that of the young man who had been his stage
companion; near him was a lady who had thrown back her veil, and whom
he instantly recognized as Helen Walcot! She it was who stood behind
him when the clerk ejected him from his chair, and she had been both an
ear and eye-witness of his sayings and doings since he dropped into his
present place at the table. So much had his conduct affected her with a
sense of the ridiculous, that she could not suppress the smile that
curled her lips; a smile that was felt by Tilghman as the death-blow to
all his hopes of winning her for his bride. With the subsidence of these
hopes went his appetite; and with that he went also--that is, from the
table, without so much as waiting for the dessert. On the forward deck
he ensconced himself until the boat reached South Amboy, and then he
took good care not to push his way into the ladies' car, a species of
self-denial to which he was not accustomed.
Six months afterwards--he did not venture to call again on Miss
Walcot--Tilghman read the announcement of the young lady's marriage to a
Mr. Walker, and not long afterwards met her in company with her husband.
He proved to be the traveling companion who had been so disgusted with
his boorish conduct when on his last trip to the east.
Our young gentleman has behaved himself rather better since when from
home; and we trust that some other young gentlemen who are too much in
the habit of "taking care of number one" when they are among strangers,
will be warned by his mortification, and cease to expose themselves to
the ridicule of well-bred people.
A HINDOO BELLE.
BY J. E. P.
COME, see Ro Appo, my sweet Hindoo belle;
On Burra deen, a holiday, full dressed,
Glittering with gems, she shineth in the sun,
Superior far to maidens of the west.
Her Dahka veil, light as the fleecy cloud,
Enshrines her form in fairy-like attire
Her every move is made with Eastern grace,
She walks a queen of beauty with her lyre
O'er the Midan, or in the cooler shade
Of scented shrubs or spreading banian grove,
Touching the strings where music sleeps till when
She wakes all into song of joy and love.
See her maunteeka,[C] with its splendid star,
Throws radiating beauty from her brow,
Where diamond amethyst and emerald beams
Blend with the pride that sparkles from her now.
Her champank necklace, glittering round her neck,
Loose dangles down low on her glowing breast,
Whose rise and fall, as inward passion stirs
Oft, like the Ganges, drown its zealous guest.
See, as she raises slow her tiny hand,
How rich her fingers are in jewels rare!
Her thumb she nears, for in her inah[D] glass
She loves to see her beauty shining there
Music is in her step, for, as she stirs,
Listen to Paunjcho merry, tinkling bell,
Betaking well the native cheerfulness
Of my sweet-tempered Hindostanee belle.
I love to see thee in thy pride of show;
Thy sable face, illum'd with Eastern smile,
Wins o'er my soul, in spite thy Pagan creed,
To court thy heart and worship thee awhile.
Doff off thy dark idolatry, and come,
Be one with me; be married, and deride
Thy parents' wrath, thy Bramin's deadliest curse;
Join Europe and Asia, bridegroom and the bride.
FOOTNOTES:
[C] Ornament for the forehead.
[D] Small looking-glass worn on the thumb.
DEVELOUR.
A SEQUEL TO "THE NIEBELUNGEN."
BY PROFESSOR CHARLES E. BLUMENTHAL.
(Continued from page 261.)
CHAPTER IX.
DEVELOUR and his associates left the little house in the Ruelle des
Jardiniers and marched down the Rue de Charenton, in order to avoid
being seen by any sentinel which the revelers of the Rue Montgallet
might have had the precaution to place before the door. Caleb and
Develour walked at the head of the troop, followed by Bertram and Filmot
with the _pere_ between them. When they reached the _barriere_, they met
with an unexpected interruption from a small body of municipal guards,
who stood like statues in the gloomy shade of a temporary guard-house.
Their sudden appearance, and the quick and decisive _qui vive_ of their
brave young Captain St. Leger, disconcerted Develour for a moment; but
Caleb whispered to him--
"Halt the men, while I give this young fire-eater the watchword, which
he begins to suspect is not in our possession."
Then advancing a few steps, he, in a low tone, but loud enough for the
officer to hear, spoke the word "_Philippe and Amelia_;" then
immediately resumed his former position, while he said "Pass, guard of
the throne." Develour's band then turned into the Ruelle de Quatre
Chemins, and marched up the Rue de Trois Chandelles until they came to
an alley, into which they went. About the middle of the alley, they
halted before a massive gate, which opened into the garden of Madame
Georgiana's _pied a terre_. Here a whispered conversation took place as
to the best mode of gaining entrance into the garden They had expected
to find it open; for so their spy had reported it to have been at an
early hour of the evening. Disappointed, some proposed to break it down;
but this was rejected, on account of the noise which would attend such
an effort, and might give the alarm to the revelers. Others proposed to
send for a locksmith; but this was considered as consuming too much
time, when every moment was of the greatest value. At last Bertram, who,
with Caleb, had taken no part in the discussion, said--
"If the _grille_ is not surmounted with spikes too large to cross, I
will soon have it open. At any rate, I will try. Come, Pere Tranchard,
let us have your ladder."
The silken cords were soon uncoiled, and Bertram, with one dextrous
throw, fastened the hooks around the cross-bars between the spikes. He
then mounted the ladder, and bade the pere follow him. Poor Pere
Tranchard, notwithstanding his many excuses, was compelled to share the
perilous ascent When the two had reached the top, Bertram ordered his
frightened companion to crawl along the _grille_ to the wall, and there,
perched in a very uneasy position, remain a sentinel in the avenues from
the house; he then coolly surveyed the ground on the other side of the
gate, and, after a few seconds of deliberation, drew the ladder after
him, and lowered it into the garden. Not the slightest noise betrayed
the presence of a living being, and he congratulated himself already
upon his success while descending the lowest rounds, when his progress
was suddenly arrested by some one who seized the collar of his coat,
without any warning except an inarticulate grumbling noise. The rain and
the thick darkness prevented him from seeing his assailant; but, when he
turned in order to lay hold of him, he found a shaggy head coming in
contact with his face. As soon as he felt the hair brush against his
cheek, he gave a low laugh, and said--
"Down, Carlo, down! It is Bertram."
His four-footed assailant, a large dog of the African lion breed,
immediately relinquished his hold, and crouched at the feet of his old
master.
"Just so," muttered Bertram. "I thought Jacquelin would not like to go
the rounds to-night, and would confide his post to thee, Carlo. Come,
let us go and hunt for thy new master."
He then walked cautiously towards the house, the lower windows of which
opened into the garden, and showed a brilliantly illuminated apartment,
in which a table, covered with all the appurtenances of an epicurean
supper, was set out. The room was filled with a number of gentlemen in
every variety of dress. Bertram, in his approach to the house, took
advantage of every tree to conceal his person, in order to get as near
as possible without being observed. When he had come near enough to
distinguish the persons in the room, he stopped, and surveyed the scene
and the ground with the eye of a soldier, and, after a few moments,
muttered--
"A precious set of scoundrels, indeed, we have here. Grandan--I suppose
come to make converts to socialism; no need of that here; Malin, Sotard,
Egal, and Letour, who have no property of their own, are already too
willing to divide that of other people. There, too, are Longchamp,
Bouchon, and Labotte, and not a woman with them: that is strange, were
it not for the wine, which accounts for their presence here. But I must
hasten to obtain the key. I wonder where that scoundrel Jacquelin has
gone to."
He then gave a low and prolonged whistle. It was answered, after a few
seconds, by another from an upper window, and soon afterwards a man came
out of the house and looked around in the garden; but the darkness
prevented him from distinguishing anything. Bertram repeated, in the
mean time, his signal, while he drew off from the house towards a thick
clump of trees, to which the man followed, guided by the signal whistle.
As soon as they had reached the trees, Bertram seized him in his
powerful arms, and, after he had put his handkerchief over his mouth,
told him to give up the key of the garden gate. The terrified gardener
placed the keys in his hands. Bertram then tied him to a tree, and left
the poor wretch, almost frightened to death, exposed to the drizzling
rain which now began to fall.
When he returned to the gate, he found his companions impatient to gain
admittance, and poor Pere Tranchard begging in whispers to be released
from his elevated situation, assuring them that it was too dark to see
anything or anybody from his post, and that the place was too narrow for
him to continue there any longer. Bertram laughed, and told him to come
down; that they had no need any longer for his valuable services as a
look-out.
When Develour and his companions entered the garden, Caleb, who had
hitherto remained inactive, took the command of the little party, and
every one obeyed at once, as if it had been expected that he would lead
the attack. He divided them into two divisions, one to be led by
Develour and Bertram, and the other by himself and Filmot, but told them
that they were to separate only when the servants and followers should
have been secured in the hall of the domestics. He then ordered them all
to cover their faces with the masks, and advance. A few minutes brought
them to the very door of the hall in which the domestics and others in
the pay of the conspirators were already carousing, and were so
completely absorbed in political disputes and drinking wine, filched
from the supply for the supper-room, that they did not observe the
intruders until they were surrounded. Before they had time to recover
from the surprise, they were seized, disarmed, and tied, and instant
death was threatened to everyone in case of any attempt at an alarm.
After the servants and guards had been thus disposed of, Caleb said to
Develour--
"Thou and Bertram must now secure the masters. Let Bertram speak; it is
better that thy voice be not recognized. Endeavor, above all things, to
gain the lower part of the room, and lock the small door thou wilt see
there. Here we separate. I leave the men with thee, if thy friend will
volunteer to be my companion."
"Willingly," replied Filmot. "Lead the way."
When the two had passed out of the room, Bertram said to Tranchard--
"Now, worthy pere, can you tell us how many doors lead out of that
supper-room into some of the secret recesses of this rat-trap?"
"Your companion with the broad-brimmed hat seems to know; for he has
told you to take care of the lower door."
"Is there no other, worthy pere? For, remember, if any of these men
escape into a secret hiding-place, I will provide you with a higher
perch than yonder wall, and will secure you to it by a rope around the
neck."
Tranchard turned pale at these words, and replied, with a trembling
voice--
"There is another; but promise me that you yourself will not enter it,
and I will point it out to you. Otherwise," he continued, with a firmer
voice, heaving a deep sigh, "you may hang before I'll tell you."
"Never fear," said Bertram, with a laugh; "we have no idea--at least not
to-night--to trust our heads into any of the traps which this she-devil
may have contrived here."
"Well, then, if you touch the golden rose by the side of the large
mirror over the Cupid, it will slide aside, and you may enter by a
stairs into the cellar underneath the room."
"We will take care of it, but you must now remain by my side, worthy
pere, till I have tested your veracity."
Then turning to his men, he dispatched two squads to different parts of
the house, with directions to secure the two regular places of egress
from the room.
CHAPTER X.
THE conspirators, in the mean time, unconscious of the danger which
threatened them, were discussing with one another the various topics
which were uppermost in their minds. Joubart, who had just joined the
party, after listening for a few moments to some remarks from Egal,
exclaimed--
"Gentlemen, our situations, our precedents are very different, and our
parts are very singular. You are all republicans at all hazards. I am
not a republican of that school. And yet at this moment I am going to be
more republican than you are. The fact that I am now here is itself a
decisive declaration of it. Let us understand one another. Like you, I
regard a republican government as the only instrument for the
advancement of the general truth which a nation should incorporate in
its laws. But I have just come from the chamber, and I fear we are not
strong enough, not prepared as yet to accomplish this. I have still
misgivings. I am not therefore an absolute republican like yourselves;
but I am a politician, and a politician of the highest cast." At these
words, smiles were exchanged among the conspirators. "Well, as a
politician, I now think it is my duty to refuse the support you are
willing to offer me at this hour."
"Well, refuse and play the part of a coward, if you will; that of a
traitor you dare not play," exclaimed Bouchon, in his brutal manner.
"There is no need of falling out by the way," said Grandan. "We need
Joubart, and he needs us. That little speech will do very well for the
chamber; there it would tell. Here we understand one another. Not one of
us will risk his head without a probability of success. Joubart has not
seen Delevert; else he would know that the mine is well dug, and will
and _must_ explode before to-morrow evening. The chiefs of the _Cabet_,
_St. Simon_, _Lebout_, _Carac_, _Tuvir_, and five others, whose names I
must not mention now, have drawn their followers together to act under
the orders of the secret council. The council has decreed a permanent
sitting until its object is accomplished; and accomplished it will be at
all hazards."
"What can keep Madame Georgiana so long?" whispered Labotte to
Longchamp. "She promised to be with us by ten o'clock, and bring with
her the fair Louise. It is past ten now, and I told the coachman to draw
up before the little door in the wall on the Ruelle des Trois
Chandelles."
"I am afraid," replied Longchamp, "that you and Bouchon will get into
trouble by your intrigues, and draw your friends also into difficulties.
_Diable!_ are there no pretty girls in France besides this Louise? and
what possessed Bouchon to fall in love with the picture of this American
half savage?"
"Hist! hist! Bouchon will hear you. As to his affair, all I can say
there is no accounting for taste. Mine is of a different nature. Louise
has charms besides those of her person. The happy possessor of that fair
devotee will also be entitled to receive an annual revenue of one
hundred thousand francs; no trifling consideration. But the girl is not
aware that she is heir to such wealth; and, if she were, would not be
able to establish her claim without the aid of certain papers, which I
alone know where to find."
"Well, there maybe some reason in your passion, but I see none in that
of Bouchon. However, let us go in quest of our fair hostess. We can do
so without any one being aware of our object."
Before they had time to rise from their seats the door flew open, and
Bertram, with Develour and his followers, all armed to the teeth,
entered the room. Not a word was spoken by either party for a few
seconds. The conspirators were speechless from surprise and momentary
fear; while the others executed their movements rapidly and in silence,
according to Bertram's orders, who wished to surround them before they
would have time to alarm the house. M. Trouvier was the first who
recovered from his surprise, and, seizing his pistols, was about to rise
from his chair; when Bertram, who had now placed himself behind Malin's
chair, with his back to the large mirror, leveled a short rifle at his
head, while he said, with his deep guttural voice--
"Down, sir! down to your seat! Let not a man stir from his place, if he
wishes to keep his life!"
"What is the reason of this attack?" inquired Trouvier. "Do you come to
rob us? If so, we will give you our purses, and free us from the
intrusion."
"Your purses," exclaimed Bertram, with a mocking laugh, "would not be
heavy to carry. Joubart's poetry and purse are chaff, easily carried
away by a breath. Grandan and Egal might furnish better stores, if they
had sufficiently gulled the people to entrust them with their money for
a common stock. And you, M. Trouvier, with Sotard and Malin, have enough
to do to keep your seditious paper afloat; you certainly have nothing to
offer except empty promises to pay."
"Betrayed!" groaned Joubart, as he threw himself back in his chair.
"What, then, is your object in coming here?" inquired Trouvier. "Why are
we surrounded by armed men hiding their faces beneath masks?"
"To compel you not to leave this room for two hours from this time; and,
to this end, to tie your hands and feet and fasten you to the chairs
which you now occupy," replied Bertram, with the utmost nonchalance,
when he saw that the men had by this time managed to place themselves
behind nearly every chair around the table.
"Never!" exclaimed Bouchon, who was a large and powerful man--"never
will I submit to such disgrace while I can defend myself!"
And, with one bound, he sprang across his chair towards Bertram, but
dropped almost on his knees when he felt the iron grasp of the veteran
upon his shoulders. And that grasp continued until the burly form was
bent like that of a child by a man.
Labotte had risen during the confusion which this scene created, and
endeavored to escape by the lower door, while others had sought to leave
by the ordinary entrances; but Develour stood a fierce sentinel before
the only safe passage for escape, and repulsed the miscreant with a
bitterness which would have led him to kill the mercenary wretch, if
higher obligations had not interposed.
The other conspirators were also met everywhere by leveled pistols and
drawn swords. They finally submitted to their fate, and were bound one
by one by Bertram and his attendants. When Pere Tranchard pretended to
assist in tying Letour, he managed to whisper to him--
"In two hours you will be freed. Take care to remove the deposits from
the secret chamber underneath; the secret is betrayed."
As soon as they had secured the prisoners. Bertram and Develour locked
the outer doors, and then passed through that over which Develour had
stood guard into a smaller chamber without any apparent outlet. Bertram
ordered Tranchard to show them the means of egress from that room.
"There are two," replied the pere, who had managed to lay hold of a
bottle of wine before he left the supper-room, and with which he had
fortified his inner man. "One, here to the right, leads into the
garden, and the other, to the left, opens on a staircase which brings
you into Mademoiselle Develour's boudoir."
"Open the one to the left. Quick, quick! Caleb may need help!" exclaimed
Bertram.
The pere obeyed by touching a spring, which caused one of the panels to
slide aside. They all then rushed up the stairs into the room, into
which the reader has been introduced in a previous chapter. But the room
was now vacant, the windows open, and not a sign of a human being
anywhere. Develour, who had hitherto acted in silence, absorbed in his
anxiety for the safety of Louise, now broke forth in bitter reproaches
to Bertram--
"This, then, is your boasted wisdom! this the end of all your promises
of success! Caleb assured me that in this room I should find her, and
receive her safely into my arms. Where is she now? Where is Caleb, and
what has become of Filmot? Have I lost both Louise and my friend? But
here is another door; let us see what it conceals."
Turning the key, he beheld Madame Georgiana lying upon a sofa reading
"Indiana," and making notes to it with a pencil. When Bertram saw who
the occupant of the room was, he whispered--
"Speak not; she knows your voice. I will interrogate her."
But, before he had time to say a word, she rose and inquired if they had
come to release her?
"Release you from what?"
"From the confinement to which a burly savage, a friend of yours, I
suppose, has condemned me." She then began to relate what had taken
place in that room a few minutes before their entrance.
"And whither have they gone? and how long ago?"
"They left about ten minutes before you entered; as to whither, I do not
know. If you have not met them, they must have left either by the window
or through the green panel-door, which opens on a passage by which one
can reach the Ruelle."
Bertram then compelled the lady to open the panel-door, and after
ordering his men to remain for one hour in the house, and to suffer no
one to enter or leave it, he accompanied Develour down to the street.
When they reached the pavement, they saw a carriage just turn the Rue
des Trois Labres, and a few loiterers looking after it. Bertram inquired
of one of them if that carriage had passed the house? He replied that it
had halted there for more than an hour; but that, a few minutes ago, two
gentlemen came out with a lady and entered the carriage; that the elder
of the two had shown a card to the coachman, and told him to drive
_ventre a terre_ to the Rue des Terres Fortes.
When Develour heard this, he said, hurriedly, to Bertram--
"I must leave you; my work here is accomplished; though I have but half
succeeded. I must now fulfil another duty. Before morning dawns, I shall
know where Louise is. Farewell, Bertram, but not for ever. When we meet
again, I shall be better able to thank you."
"Nay, nay, we may meet again before to-morrow night. Fear not; all is
well which Arabacca counsels; all ends well which he undertakes."
With these words, he turned and went into the house, and Develour
hastened to the Rue de Burgoigne.
(To be continued.)
A SPRING CAROL.
BY MRS. A. A. BARNES.
BRIGHT, balmy Spring! I greet thee now
With a hounding pulse and joyous brow;
Thy dewy breath, pure, soft, and bland,
Seems like a dream of a fairy land;
And open I throw the casement wide,
To inhale the dewy, delicious tide:
The fragrance soft of the budding trees
Is borne to me on the morning breeze;
The emerald turf is gemmed with dew,
That gleams like stars in the vault of blue;
The clouds are tinged with a rosy stain,
As the rising sun illumes the plain.
The early flowers, in their brightest bloom,
Have waked from their dark and cheerless tomb:
Sweet flowers! a halo and grace ye fling
Over the brow of the smiling spring;
Ye gladden the hearts in cottage homes
As freely as those in stateliest domes.
And the birds, the truants I watched for long,
Are greeting me now with carol and song;
From the "sunny south" they breathe to me,
In joyous chirp and wild song free,
The sweetest lays of a summer sky,
Where birds of glossiest plumage fly;
Where flowers are seen of the loveliest hue,
And the bending skies are softly blue;
Where the rippling waves of the dancing stream
Are kissed by the golden sunlight's gleam,
Whose banks are bright with the sheen of flowers
That rarely bloom in this clime of ours--
Blooms gorgeous enough to grace, I ween,
The brow of Oberon's fairy queen.
Sweet friend, I marvel, with skies like these,
Thou e'er shouldst tempt our northern breeze;
Yet welcome thou art as Spring's first green,
Pleasant to me as a bright "day-dream,"
That illumes for a while the sober sky,
And yet, like thee, too soon dost fly.
UNDERSLEEVES AND CAPS.
[Illustration: Fig. 1.]
[Illustration: Fig. 2.]
UNDERSLEEVES.
OPEN sleeves are still in vogue, and being more than ever worn for light
summer materials, we continue our cuts in illustration of various
favorite styles.
Fig. 1 is of embroidered muslin, intended to come just above the elbow,
where it is fastened by a small gum-elastic bracelet, which will be
found the neatest support for a demi-sleeve. The wrist has three rows of
rich cambric edging, made to fall over the hand. This is more suitable
for a spring silk than a lighter dress.
Fig. 2. of plain cambric, with embroidered cuff and band. The edging in
this case is made to fall back towards the elbow. It will be noticed
that undersleeves are worn as full as ever, and make the most elegant
finish to a tasteful toilet.
[Illustration: Fig. 3.]
[Illustration: Fig. 4.]
CAPS.
Fig. 3 is a breakfast cap of spotted muslin, with double rows of
quilling, arranged in a very graceful roll, extending around the crown.
The broad strings are of the muslin, with a delicate edging of
Valenciennes lace. Pale violet ribbon may be used instead, and also for
the bow on the cap.
Fig. 4, also a breakfast cap, is in a similar, though more tasteful
style, the bow of rose-colored ribbon in the centre being a novelty, and
the square crown preferred by many. The border is closely quilled, as in
Fig. 3. Many ladies prefer to quill for themselves, which may easily be
done, an iron intended for the purpose being easily procured at a small
expense.
ETRUSCAN LACE CUFF.
[Illustration]
_Use crochet thread Nos. 8 and 9._
Make a chain of 106 loops with thread No. 80; turn back and work in
double crochet, always working on one side, commencing at the right-hand
side of foundation.
_1st row._--Single open crochet, with thread No. 90.
_2d row._--Double crochet.
_3d row._--5 chain, 7 long; repeat.
_4th row._--7 chain, 5 long; repeat.
_5th row._--7 chain, 3 long; repeat.
_6th row._--5 chain, 5 long; repeat.
_7th row._--3 chain, 7 long; repeat.
_8th row._--3 chain, 9 long; repeat.
_9th row._--3 stitches of 3 chain crochet, 7 long; repeat.
_10th row._--4 stitches of 3 chain crochet, 5 long; repeat.
_11th row._--5 stitches of 3 chain crochet, 5 long; repeat.
_12th row._--5 stitches of 3 chain crochet, 3 long; repeat.
Crochet the ends with double crochet.
_13th row._--12 chain, 2 long; repeat. Work this row round each end of
the cuff, and work the band in double crochet with thread No. 80,
missing every fourth stitch of foundation.
NOTE.--Our pattern has been reduced in size from
the original, but by working as above directed the
true size will be given.
KNITTED FLOWERS.
PERIWINKLE
CAST on ten stitches with white split Berlin wool.
_1st row._--Make one stitch, knit two through the row.
_2d row._--Purled.
Fasten on a pale and delicate shade of lavender.
_3d row._--Make one stitch, knit three, turn back, purl the same
stitches (take a deeper shade of lavender), and continue to work in
alternate plain and purled rows (increasing only in the plain rows),
until you have seven stitches on the needle.
Now fasten on a still darker shade of lavender in the ninth purled row,
and knit and purl alternately six more rows, making one stitch at the
beginning of the plain row, and taking two stitches together at the
beginning of the purled rows. Cast off the seven stitches, which
completes one petal. Break the wool about a yard and a half from the
work, thread a rug needle with it, and bring the wool along the left
edge of the petal first made to the next stitches on the needle. Make
one stitch, knit three, turn back, and continue exactly as for the first
petal. When you have thus worked all the stitches into five petals,
cover a wire, by twisting one thread of split lavender wool round it,
and sew it round the edges of the petals. Mount the flower on a piece of
wire to form a stem, having first placed five short yellow stamens in
the centre of the corolla; twist all the wires together, and cover the
stem with green wool.
LEAVES.--Cast on one stitch with a pretty bright shade of green split
wool.
_1st row._--Make one stitch, knit one.
_2d row._--Make one, purl two.
_3d row._--Make one, knit three.
_4th row._--Make one, purl the row.
_5th row._--Make one, knit one, make one, knit two.
_6th row._--Make one, purl the row.
_7th row._--Knit the row, increasing one before and one stitch after the
middle stitch.
_8th row._--Purl the row.
Knit and purl alternately four rows without, and begin decreasing one
stitch at the beginning of every row, both knitted and purled, till you
come to the last two stitches, which knit as one. Sew a wire round the
edge of each leaf. These leaves must be made in pairs, two of each size;
but as several different sizes will be required, this will be easily
effected by increasing the second size to nine stitches instead of
seven; the third to eleven stitches; and, if a still larger leaf be
required, the fourth to thirteen stitches. The leaves must be placed two
by two along the stem, opposite to each other, each pair crossing the
preceding one. There must be no spring wire for the stem, as the
periwinkle is a running plant.
COTTAGE FURNITURE.
[Illustration: Fig. 1.]
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[Illustration: Fig. 5.]
[Illustration: Fig. 6.]
Fig. 1 is a small cupboard-sideboard for a neatly furnished cottage
parlor, in which there is not much room.
Figs. 2 and 3 are plain Grecian chairs for the parlor.
Figs. 4 and 5 are parlor elbow-chairs, in the Grecian style.
Fig. 6 is an elbow-chair for the work-room. It has a work-box drawer
underneath the seat.
EDITORS' TABLE.
THE high-toned chivalry of American men towards the female sex is
remarkable, and therefore we were astonished, as well as pained, when a
friend brought to our notice the following remarks, inserted in a
literary work[E] of much merit, where we should not have looked for such
a violation of truth and manly sentiment as is manifested in this
outrageous attack on the character of Madame de Stael. We quote the
article:--
"George Sand has written her 'Confessions' in the style of Rousseau, and
a Paris bookseller has contracted to give her a fortune for them. The
three greatest--intellectually greatest--women of modern times have
lived in France, and it is remarkable that they have been three of the
most shamelessly profligate in all history. The worst of these,
probably, Madame de Stael, left us no record of her long-continued,
disgusting, and almost incredible licentiousness, so remarkable, that
Chateaubriand deemed her the most abandoned person in France, at a
period when modesty was publicly derided in the Assembly as a mere
'system of refined voluptuousness.' Few who have lately resided in Paris
are ignorant of the gross sensualism of the astonishing Rachel, whose
genius, though displayed in no permanent forms, is not less than that of
the Shakspeare of her sex, the forever-to-be-famous Madame Dudevant,
whose immoralities of conduct have perhaps been overdrawn, while those
of De Stael and Rachel have rarely been spoken of save where they
challenged direct observation. We perceive that Rachel is to be in New
York next autumn with a company of French actors."
"'Tis a pity when charming women talk of things that they don't
understand," is as true as if it had been promulgated by a _man_, and
the author of the above extraordinary statements will perhaps allow
that, in a few cases, the same may be predicated of the other sex. Some
aspirants for literary fame, before attaining much knowledge of life or
of books, are fond of attempting to startle by deviating from received
opinions; they advance monstrous paradoxes in morals, and strive to
produce a sensation by differing from the good and the wise. They have
heard the vulgar adage that genius and common sense seldom go together,
and they begin by rejecting common sense as a part of genius. Common
sense would suggest the advantage of knowing something of the history of
an illustrious person before describing his or her character; and, as we
feel assured no man who has an American heart would wish to advance or
maintain falsehoods against a woman, and one over whom the tomb has
closed, we take pleasure in giving the writer in the "International"
some information about Madame de Stael.
In the first place, he has been grossly imposed upon concerning
Chateaubriand. We have lately read the "Memoires d'outre Tombe," a work
we recommend to the author of the article, in which he will find much
information, and, what perhaps he values more, amusement; and, what is
to our present purpose, he will find that Chateaubriand entertained the
most sincere friendship and the highest respect for this lady, whom he
constantly calls "the illustrious," "the admirable." Madame de Stael was
the intimate friend of his sister, the charming Lucille; and also she
was, as _almost_ every one knows, the friend, mentor, and protector of
Madame Recamier. Chateaubriand gives a very pathetic description of the
last days of Madame de Stael, to whose dying chamber he was admitted;
her name is constantly recurring through his journals, and _never
mentioned but in honorable terms_. In one place he describes her thus:--
"The personal appearance of Madame de Stael has been much discussed; but
a noble countenance, a pleasing smile, an habitual expression of
goodness, the absence of all trifling affectation or stiff reserve,
gracious manners, an inexhaustible variety of conversation, astonished,
attracted, and conciliated almost all who approached her. I know no
woman--I may say no man--who, with the perfect consciousness of immense
superiority, can so entirely prevent this superiority from weighing on
or offending the self-love of others."
Madame de Beaumont, a valued friend of the family of Chateaubriand, was
taken by some of its members to Italy, where she died of consumption.
Madame de Stael wrote to condole with Chateaubriand on this occasion;
here are the reflections upon her letter made in his Journal: "This
hasty letter, so affectionate and hurried, written by this illustrious
woman, affected me extremely. If Heaven had permitted our friend to look
back upon this earth, such a testimony of affection would surely have
been grateful to her."
If Chateaubriand were "permitted to look back upon earth," what would he
think of the vile aspersions upon the character of "this illustrious
woman" attributed to him?
There have been many biographies written of Madame de Stael (none of
which ever allude to what the writer in the "International" calls her
"disgusting and almost incredible licentiousness"). We will advert here
to two; one by Madame Necker de Saussure, well known in America for
writings of a moral and religious nature; the other by the Duchess
D'Abrantes, who thus begins her memoirs: "For a French woman to write
the life of Madame de Stael is certainly a happy privilege, since France
boasts the honor of her birth, though she is among those minds that
belong to the entire world, and her whole sex should call her sister
with a noble pride, which they may cherish with perfect safety. Madame
de Stael descends to posterity with merits so great and so various, that
few besides herself you claim a part of her title. _Her fame is
spotless_, a true child of genius, but free from its aberrations. The
love of right, the _abhorrence of falsehood_, a rare combination of
generous affections, constituted the womanly heart to which nature, in a
happy mood, lavished all the virtues of one sex and all the powers of
the other."
It is very well known that M. Rocca, the second husband of Madame de
Stael, "a man of high honor and of great intelligence" (Chateaubriand
_really_ says so), was unable to survive her loss, and died shortly
after her, it was admitted, through grief. The Duchess D'Abrantes says,
upon this: "He was of an age when life still offered pleasure, the world
glory; but, being hopeless of ever again finding so perfect a being to
occupy his heart, he formed no other wish, after closing her eyes, than
that of rejoining her. A woman thus loved must have been truly
excellent." And, we will add, this love was entirely founded upon and
maintained by her moral qualities, as she was then fifty years old and
in failing health.
Madame Necker de Saussure observes, "Madame de Stael's goodness was
thorough; her noble, generous heart rose to heroism when the interest of
her friends, or even of her foes, demanded energy." This was proved by
the numbers she saved and concealed during the terrors of the
Revolution. In every part of Europe she was courted and esteemed by the
best society, and, if time and our pages permitted, we could quote
tributes to her merits from a long list of eminent men, whose
superiority places them above the petty aim of depressing female genius
by slandering the woman who has well won its laurels. To advert to a few
of these memorials: Schlegel, who knew her intimately, said she was
"Femme grande et magnanime jusque dans les replis de son ame," which is
curiously echoed by the well-known verse, that might serve as a
translation--
"Pure in the deep recesses of the soul."
At the time of Madame de Stael's death, Lord Byron commented at length
on the event in one of his notes to "Childe Harold." After expatiating
on her merits as an author, he goes on--
"But the individual will gradually disappear as the author is more
distinctly seen: some one, therefore, of all those whom the charms of
involuntary wit, and of easy hospitality, attracted within the friendly
circles of Coppet, should rescue from oblivion those virtues which,
although they are said to love the shade, are, in fact, more frequently
chilled than excited by the domestic cares of private life. Some one
should be found to portray the unaffected graces with which she adorned
those dearer relationships, the performance of whose duties is rather
discovered amongst the interior secrets, than seen in the outward
management, of family intercourse; and which, indeed, it requires the
delicacy of genuine affection to qualify for the eye of an indifferent
spectator. Some one should be found, not to celebrate, but to describe,
the amiable mistress of an open mansion, the centre of a society, ever
varied, and always pleased, the creator of which, divested of the
ambition and the arts of public rivalry, shone forth only to give fresh
animation to those around her. The mother tenderly affectionate and
tenderly beloved, the friend unboundedly generous, but still esteemed,
the charitable patroness of all distress, cannot be forgotten by those
whom she cherished, and protected, and fed. Her loss will be mourned the
most where she was known the best; and, to the sorrows of very many
friends and more dependents, may be offered the disinterested regret of
a stranger, who, amidst the sublimer scenes of the Leman Lake, received
his chief satisfaction from contemplating the engaging qualities of the
incomparable Corinna."
In "Modern French Literature," M. de Vericour, the learned and excellent
author, gives an exalted place to the works of Madame de Stael, and to
the extraordinary and beneficial influence she had exercised by her
literary supremacy in overpowering the baneful influence of what he
calls "the mocking spirit" of French writings, which had injured
_morals_ as well as good taste. He does not, of course, allude to her
private character, because no question of its purity had ever been
raised. Who, in describing the excellence of Mrs. Hemans' writings,
would think of adding that she was a virtuous woman? But, if Mary
Wollstonecraft were named, who would not express their regret, at least,
that she had sinned? Thus, M. Vericour does when describing the genius
of George Sand. The absence of any shadow of reproach in connection with
Madame de Stael is proof that no shadow of reproach existed.
To return to the writer in the "International" (we are loth to believe
it was written by either of the editors); as he appears, by the place he
gives to "George Sand" and "Rachel," to be profoundly ignorant on the
subject of the "intellectually greatest women of modern times," we will
intimate to him two or three about whom it might be well for him to gain
some information, were it only to avoid blunders. We will not be so
exacting as to perplex him with Mrs. Somerville, for we are aware it is
not every one who can invent a slander whose mind could appreciate "The
Connection of the Physical Sciences;" neither will we refer him to Mrs.
Barrett Browning, whose "genius," as pronounced by grave and reverend
critics, "is of the highest order, strong, deep-seeing, enthusiastic,
and loving," because such divine poetry and deep science would be
evidently out of his line; but Miss Edgeworth, the author of "Frank" and
"Harry and Lucy;" surely he might understand her lessons, if he would
read them: these lessons always inculcate _truth_, are sound, improving,
and elevating, and the intellect must have been great that could see
moral truths so clearly.
The author of the paragraph appears to consider stage-playing as
wonderfully intellectual, and his pattern of this greatness in "modern
times" is Rachel. Was there not a certain Mrs. Siddons, whose genius in
the histrionic art was superior to that of any living actress, and whose
character was unimpeachable? According to the best French critics, men
of taste and literary fame, who do not write anonymously, but subscribe
their articles with their names, Rachel is only good in one line, which
is passion or violence. In tender heroines, they say, she fails, and
they seem to consider her powers altogether limited; for these opinions
we refer the writer in the "International" to the "Revue des Deux
Mondes." Were Rachel the intellectual prodigy he pronounces her to be,
still the poor despised child, who sang in the streets and was brought
up without law or Gospel, must have fallen into vice rather from the sad
want of training than from having a good understanding, as he, in Irish
parlance, intimates.
A similar remark is also true of Madame Dudevant: her intellectual
greatness did not plunge her into licentiousness; she fell before she
ever wrote a book; and though we do not wish to screen her from the
odium her reckless course has deserved, yet it should be recorded in
pity that her fine powers of mind were misdirected by a false and
frivolous education, that the examples and flatteries of the most
fascinating but corrupt society on earth have led her on and sustained
her; yet she, by the light which her own high intellectuality has
developed, is changing her course, if the examples furnished by her
writings are true. Her later works are greatly improved in their moral
tone; yet there is no diminution, but an increase of mental power.
Among the very extensive catalogue of French women justly famed, the
selection by the writer in the "International" proves that he takes his
views from what he hears;--if he would but read more, and gossip less,
he would be amazed as "knowledge unrolled its ample page before him." We
will not trouble him with the Reformers of Port-Royal, who certainly did
some things greater than acting plays, for, to appreciate these ladies,
requires an acquaintance with the theological and political history of
their era. We will pass over the exalted patriot and gifted woman,
Madame Roland, whose intellectual greatness, unsurpassed by that of any
man of her times, or by any woman now living in France, was based on
moral virtue; but it seems a pity he should not know of Madame de
Sevigne, because even schoolboys have really heard of her. The wit,
learning, true sentiment, and graceful style of Madame de Sevigne have
won the approval of critics and moralists; intellectually great, she was
a model of domestic virtue. In one of her celebrated letters, she says
we must distinguish between "_un ane et un ignorant_"--one is "ignorant"
from want of instruction, _ane_ from want of brains. Would it not be
well for the writer in the "International" to heed this distinction?
AEsop has a very pertinent fable on the living ass kicking the dead lion.
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TO CORRESPONDENTS.--The following articles are accepted: "My Flowers, my
Gem, and my Star," "To Susan," "Halcyon Day," "My Book," "The Coronal,"
"Perseverance," "My Summer Window," "Reaping," "Sonnet," "The Country
Grave-Yard," "To Oliver Perry Allen, U.S.N.," "To Nina," "To Helen at
the South."
"A Tale of the Backwoods" would be accepted, were it not for the
condition annexed. We should not be able to publish it at present. Will
the author inform us if he is willing to wait? The like reason--want of
room--compels us to decline a very large number of MSS. this month.
"F. H." is informed that we have returned her MSS. through "Adams'
Express." We sincerely hope we may not be again troubled from that
source. If any definite direction had been given, it would have been
returned long since.
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MUSIC ACCEPTED: "The Gondola Waltz," by a lady of Georgia; "A Spring
Song," by C. T. P., of Chambersburg. Although accepted, the above cannot
appear for some months, as we have many previously accepted musical
compositions on hand.
FOOTNOTE:
[E] The "International Monthly Magazine," &c. New York, Stringer &
Townsend, August number, page 71.
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LETTERS FROM THREE CONTINENTS. By M., the Arkansas Correspondent of the
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feelings, and illustrative of our free institutions.
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From LEA & BLANCHARD, Philadelphia:--
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two parts. I. Latin--English. This work has been highly recommended by
the best classical teachers in the United States.
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SCENES AT HOME; OR, THE ADVENTURES OF A FIRE SCREEN. By Mrs. Anna Bache.
This little work contains nine familiarly written stories on practical
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ladies of this country. We hope her dedication will not be overlooked by
those to whom it has been made, and that they will duly profit by the
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JANE BOUVERIE; OR, PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY. By Catherine Sinclair,
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excellent little volume, as she declares herself, was to develop,
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SALANDER AND THE DRAGON. _A Romance of Hartz Prison._ By Frederic
William Shelton, M. A., of St. John's Church, Huntington, N. J. A very
interesting little allegory, in which the author has admirably succeeded
in his design of illustrating the danger of uttering, or of lending a
willing ear to, unkind words and insinuations against the reputations of
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From ADRIANNE, SHERMAN & CO., Astor House, New York:--
PARNASSUS IN PILLORY. _A Satire._ By Motley Manners, Esq. We were
greatly alarmed, not on our own account, but on account of the "Poets of
America," when we read the author's first six lines, addressed to an
ancient satirist:--
"O thou who, whilome, with unsparing jibe
And scorching satire, lashed the scribbling tribe;
Thou who, on Roman pimp and parasite,
Didst pour the vials of thy righteous spite--
Imperial Horace! let thy task be mine--
Let truth and justice sanctify my line!"
But, after all, the work is by no means so severe as we had anticipated
from the threatening apostrophe to the Roman poet. We have read it with
pleasure, and greatly admire some of the author's admirable hits.
Instead of finding themselves in a "pillory," we imagine that many of
the poets named will be obliged to the author for placing them in
company with so many excellent writers, against whom and their
productions his satire is amusingly harmless.
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THE OLD RED SANDSTONE: _New Walks in an Old Field._ By Hugh Miller.
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to elucidate the connection between geological science and Revealed
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LYRA CATHOLICA. This work is beautifully bound, and printed in the best
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supported an array of talent, in a particular line, of which we are
proud, and which we are bound by patriotism to reward."
Here is another from the "Kentucky News Letter:"--
"'Godey' is on our table. Beautiful! Do you wish to see it? Well, once
for all--we will not lend it. Its price is three dollars a year. The
copy sent us is reserved for binding, and we cannot afford to have it
defaced by lending."
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We knew that the January number of "Godey" was a decided "_hit_;" but
our Georgia correspondent seems to have got the tallest kind of a
"smite" from one of our fair poetesses. If _one_ can do such execution,
what may be expected of a broadside from a whole solid column of such
charming contributors as the "Lady's Book" can boast? Hear him:--
"MR GODEY--DEAR SIR: I did not think to trouble you so soon again, but
the singular beauty of the 'sylphs' and the 'sonnets' inspired my muse
to utter the following:--
"THE 'SYLPHS' AND THE 'SONNETS.'
"As the sylphs of the seasons tripped their round,
In a sacred grove of laurel trees
Another fair sylph of the season they found,
And they crowned her 'Mary Spenser Pease.'
"So wild, so sweet was her sylvan song,
They, listening, delayed the passing years
Till, floating away, they bore her along,
To sing her sonnets in brighter spheres.
"_La Fayette, Walker Co., Ga._, January 22d, 1851."
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WE are happy to find that the ladies have their husbands' _interest_ so
much at heart. Several orders have been received since our last for
"Breban's Interest Tables," the advertisement of which appears on our
cover.
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WE have been favored with an engraving representing the "Family Seat of
George C. Sibley, Esq.," at Linden Wood, near St. Charles, Mo. It must
be a place of exceeding beauty.
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CAMEOS.--We have on several occasions called the attention of our
readers to the perfect likenesses produced in cameo by Mr. Peabody,
whose room is in Chestnut Street near Fifth. One of the most perfect
specimens of his cutting, which we recently had the pleasure to examine,
is the likeness of GENERAL PATTERSON, our well-known fellow-citizen.
Heretofore, we fear our friends have not paid sufficient attention to
this beautiful art, or given it that encouragement it so richly merits.
We hope, however, that the time is at hand when the able and persevering
artist will be fully appreciated and rewarded for all his skill and
labor in the introduction of these accurate and beautiful memorials of
love and friendship.
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IMPURE MILK.--A lawsuit was recently brought, in New York, against our
friend Howard, of the Irving House, to recover the sum of two hundred
dollars, alleged to be due for milk delivered for the use of said
establishment. On the trial, it was proved that the milk contracted for
was to have been from cows fed upon grass, hay, and grain, and that the
milk furnished was from cows fed upon swill, the offal, or remains of
the distillery, and that they were tied up in stalls until they died of
a loathsome disease. It gives us pleasure to state that the trial
resulted in a verdict for Mr. Howard, the judge remarking, in his
charge, that the proprietor of the Irving House was "entitled to the
thanks of the community for exposing the base fraud." We will merely add
that he is deserving also of the confidence of the traveling community
for his efforts to minister for the preservation of their health, as
well as for their pleasure and convenience.
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THE CRYSTAL PALACE OF CONCORD.--In this number of the "Book" we present
our readers with a view of the largest and most magnificent building in
the world, erected in Hyde Park, London, to contain the contributions of
all nations for the great exhibition shortly to take place. It is 1848
feet long by 408 broad, covering about eighteen acres of ground. Number
of columns, 3230. The total cubic contents will be 33,000,000 feet,
giving room for eight miles of exhibition tables. There are 282 miles of
sash bars and 900,000 superficial feet of glass. The cost has been
estimated at L150,000, or about $750,000. Mr. Hardinge, of Cincinnati,
had proposed to cover the iron columns, etc., with a kind of porcelain
or variegated enamel, giving them the richness and beauty of the
choicest polished marble, and of the most precious stones, such as
agate, jasper, &c.
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PRISONER'S FRIEND.--Charles Spear, the active and benevolent editor of
this paper, has called the attention of big friends and the public to
the volume which will commence in September. Mr. Spear's efforts in
behalf of suffering humanity have long since entitled him to the
consideration and the support of every generous and feeling heart. The
journal which he publishes under the title of "Prisoner's Friend," is
conducted with great earnestness, but with great propriety, and is
calculated, by its peaceful and Christian tone, to elicit the patronage
of all parties and all denominations.
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LACES, EMBROIDERIES, ETC.--Kimmey's, No. 177 Arch Street, through the
industry and attention of its proprietors, has become a favorite store
with many of the ladies of our city. The extensive choice and elegant
assortment of cambric open work collars and cuffs, cambric rufflings,
lace sleeves, embroidered collars and cuffs, elegant style of infants'
waists, superior kid gloves, etc. etc., which they have always on hand,
have attracted the attention and the patronage of numerous tasty and
fashionable purchasers.
VARIOUS USEFUL RECEIPTS, &c., OF OUR OWN GATHERING.
TO MAKE PRUNE TART.--Scald the prunes, take out the stones, and break
them; put the kernels into a little cranberry juice with the prunes and
some sugar; simmer, and when cold make a tart of the sweetmeat, or eat
it in any other way.
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TO MAKE ASPIC JELLY.--Put a knuckle of veal into a small stock-pot, with
a knuckle of ham, two calves' feet, and the trimmings of poultry; season
this with onions, carrots, and a bunch of sweet herbs; pour into it half
a bottle of white wine and a ladleful of good broth; set it over the
stove till it is reduced to a light glaze, then cover the meat with good
broth, throw in two glasses of isinglass, and let it boil for three
hours; then strain, and clear the jelly with white of eggs. When used,
it must be melted, and poured just warm over the chicken or tongue.
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IMITATION CURRY POWDER.--An admirable imitation of the oriental
stimulant, curry powder, can be made by reducing to powder the following
materials, mixing them well together, and keeping them in a
tightly-corked bottle: Three ounces of turmeric, the same of coriander
seed, one ounce of ground ginger, the like quantity of ground black
pepper, a quarter of an ounce of cinnamon, the same weight of cumin seed
and of cayenne, and half an ounce of cardamoms.
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TO CLEAN WOODSTOCK GLOVES.--Wash them in soap and water till the dirt is
out, then stretch them on wooden hands, or pull them out in their proper
shape. Do not wring them, as that puts them out of form, and makes them
shrink; put them one upon another and press the water out. Then rub the
following mixture over the outside of the gloves: If wanted quite
yellow, take yellow ochre; if quite white, pipe clay; if between the
two, mix a little of each together. Mix the color with beer or vinegar.
Let them dry gradually, not too near the fire, nor in too hot a sun;
when about half dried, rub them well, and stretch them out to keep them
from shrinking and to soften them. When they are well rubbed and dried,
take a small cane and beat them; then brush them; when this is done,
iron them rather warm with a piece of paper over them, but do not let
the iron be too hot.
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TO DRESS COLD TURKEY OR FOWL.--Cut them in sizeable pieces, beat up an
egg with a little grated nutmeg, pepper, and salt, some parsley minced
fine, and a few crumbs of bread; mix these well together, and cover the
turkey with this batter; then broil, or warm them in a Dutch oven.
Thicken a little gravy with some flour, put a spoonful of catsup or
other sauce, lay the meat in a dish, and pour the sauce round it;
garnish with slices of lemon.
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HUNTER'S BEEF, as it is called, is a round of beef into which a quarter
of a pound of saltpetre finely powdered is well rubbed. Next day, mix
half an ounce of cloves, an ounce of black pepper, the same quantity of
ground allspice, with half a pound of salt; wash and rub the beef in the
brine for a fortnight, adding every other day a tablespoonful of salt.
Have ready an earthen pan deep enough to hold the joint, and lay suet an
inch deep at the bottom; rub the beef in coarse cloths till perfectly
free from the salt and spice, put it in the pan with a quart of water,
some more suet on the top, and cover it with a thick coarse crust. Bake
for seven hours, pour off the gravy, and place the meat upon a proper
dish; do not cut it till cold.
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TO CLEAN BLACK SATIN.--Boil three pounds of potatoes to a pulp in a
quart of water; strain through a sieve, and brush the satin with it on a
board or table. The satin must not be wrung, but folded down in cloths
for three hours, and then ironed on the wrong side.
Fashions.
DESCRIPTION OF STEEL FASHION PLATE.
EVENING COSTUMES.--_Fig. 1._ Dinner-dress or robe of richly-embroidered
Mantua silk, of delicate rose color, the flowers in white, of a regular
and tasteful pattern. A scarf of the same, with broad flowing ends, is
knotted a little to the right, and hangs gracefully to the knee. A
_jupe_ of fine embroidered muslin is worn below this, and a chemisette
of the same completes the corsage. The sleeves very loose and flowing,
with undersleeves clasped by heavy gold bracelets. The head-dress is of
lace, with bouquets of moss-rose buds.
_Fig. 2._--Ball-dress of rich white silk, with a deep flounce of French
lace, put on with a heading of narrow satin ribbon. The upper flounce,
also of black lace, though narrower, is fastened on each side with
bouquets of natural flowers. The corsage is plain, with a berthe to
match the flounces, also fastened by bouquets. A narrow undersleeve of
white lace comes a trifle below the berthe. It will be noticed that the
hair is dressed plainly, slightly puffed behind the ear, and in a twist
roll at the back of the head. A most graceful style for young ladies.
BRIDAL DRESSES.
As there are always a quota of weddings in the spring, following the
Washington campaign, we give an elaborate bridal costume, more as a
suggestion than a model, it must be confessed, for those who like
novelties.
_Fig. 1_ presents an evening costume for a bride, the head-dress a
wreath of white roses mingled with orange blossoms. The dress itself is
white crape over white satin, and the front of the skirt may be
ornamented with bouquets to match the wreath. The berthe of the corsage
is composed of folds of white tulle.
_Fig. 2._--Bridal-dress of rich white satin, with side trimmings for the
skirt of lace, headed by narrow satin ribbon. The corsage is high at the
back, but sloped somewhat lower in front, over which there is a lace
pelerine, which is brought down to a point in front. Sleeves demi-long,
and edged with white satin ribbon, undersleeves of rich lace, and
bracelets to be worn at taste and discretion. The bridal wreath is of
jasmine and orange flowers, and confines a tulle veil very full and
long.
CHIT-CHAT UPON PHILADELPHIA FASHIONS FOR MAY.
Early as it is, our ladies are already commencing to think of
preparations for the Springs, and of bathing-dresses, in which to enjoy
the cool surf of Cape May or Newport. The exquisite gossamer fabrics of
Levy's, Beck's, and Stewart's are now in the hands of the mantuamaker,
and very soon we shall hear that the town is deserted. The sidewalks
will cease to blush with the delicate colors of an outdoor spring
costume, and the plain ginghams of those of the fair sex who are _not_
like the lilies of the field in the matter of daily toil, take the place
of rainbow silks and soft mousselines. At present, Chestnut Street is a
scene of enchantment. Not more beautiful the fresh spring foliage of
neighboring woods than the delicate emerald tinting of dresses and
ribbons that adorn our ladies; and then the pale violet, so suggestive
of wood flowers; the blue, as ethereal as the cloudless sky; and, above
all, the rose color shading the cheek of the dangerous brunette, who
knows perfectly well that it is the most becoming shade she can wear.
There is a flutter of scarfs and a rustling of mantillas that call to
mind the swaying of the aforementioned foliage, and those dainty straw
bonnets, the little brims filled with lace and violets, only too real,
of the floating sprays of lily of the valley and the jasmine. We like
the cottage bonnet when it is in fashion. There is something marvelously
winning in the close shape, teazing you by its very coyness into an
admiration; but when they are laid aside, and the brims, like certain
stocks, have a tendency to look upwards, we wonder we ever could have
admired any other than the coquetish little shape one meets at every
turn. It is a fact worth observing and recording that, in proportion to
the tendency of gentlemen's hats to narrow, the ladies' bonnets expand;
the crown of the one becomes, season by season, more retreating, while
the other flares an open defiance. We might moralize were we not sober
chroniclers of the court of fashion, and were we not admonished by the
envoy from his serene highness, "the printer," now waiting at our elbow,
that "the form is almost completed."
So we must leave our gossip for the few hints we are able to gather for
our lady readers on the matter of "making up." Loose sleeves, and they
vary from a quarter to half a yard in width, as suits the wearer's
fancy, are still in vogue. In-doors, no undersleeves are needed for the
summer, particularly for young ladies, but for a street costume there is
every variety of undersleeves. We refer the ladies to our cuts of two
that are especially in favor, and would recommend another for those who
like them open at the wrist, composed of alternate rows of rich
embroidered insertion (muslin) and Valenciennes lace, quilled closely,
the last row facing the edge which falls just at the wrist. An
undersleeve for the evening may be made in this manner, but should have
only one row of insertion and edging.
Bodices are still worn, and belts and buckles seem going out. The back
of the corsage has also a point, which many wear quite deep. We would
commend the present fashion of lacing the corsage of an evening-dress,
as it gives the figure much more to advantage than the compression of
hooks and eyes, but it is too troublesome for a walking-dress.
The hair is dressed quite plainly, although there has been an attempt to
revive the tiers of puffs so fashionable some twenty years since. There
are few faces which will bear the test, and Grecian braids and bandeaux
are much more universally becoming.
Gaiters are worn as ever, and black satin slippers are preferred at
evening parties. However, as these are not just at present, we reserve
our hints upon evening dress until a future number.
FASHION.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: THE CRYSTAL PALACE LONDON.]
FOOTNOTE:
[F] A more extended notice of this work next month.
HOPE ON, HOPE EVER.
WORDS BY J. T. FRELIGH, OF ST. LOUIS. MUSIC BY E. C. DAVIS.
COMPOSED EXPRESSLY FOR GODEY'S LADY'S BOOK.
Music:
When the sun light of gladness
Has passed from the soul,
And the dark clouds of sadness unceasingly roll,
When the past appears only
A dim vale of tears,
And the future a lonely
And wide waste of years.
2
The star of hope streaming
Through tempest and night,
Is kindly left beaming
Our pathway to light
Inspiring and cheering
The lone and oppress'd,
To the weary appearing
A haven of rest.
3
Whose calm light reposes
'Mid sadness and gloom,
On the lilies and roses
That bend o'er the tomb;
Like a seraph sweet smiling,
'Mid blight and decay,
Through the cold world beguiling
Our wearisome way.
4
In ills all-sustaining
To mortals below,
And shining and reigning
Wherever we go,
Forsaking us, never,
Companions and friend,
Then "hope on, hope ever,"
And to trust to the end.
[Illustration: Evening Dresses.--See Description.]
[Illustration: NOW, BE CAREFUL!
Engraved expressly for Godey's Lady's Book by J.I. Pease.]
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Transcriber's Notes:
The table of contents was taken from the June issue. Only the items
relevant to this issue were retained. Images of the complete index may
be found at the end of the May HTML edition.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 329, "stiches" changed to "stitches" (to eleven stitches)
Page 329, "an eatly" changed to "a neatly" (for a neatly)
Page 331, "Wolstoncraft" changed to "Wollstonecraft" (if Mary
Wollstonecraft)