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A Word to the Fair Readers of the New Monthly Belle Assemblée.
more than a half-length, lined with white quilted to the merciful Providence that has provided satin ; a close fitting corsage, high at the back, you with them. Think, then-as you sit by a but partially open on the bosom; and sleeves of blazing fire in your warm parlour, or drawingthe half Turkish form. The skirt is open and room, with its close-drawn curtains, its soft rounded in front; a full rouleau of sable fur carpet and easy couch-think of those who are encircles the corsage, and is continued round without these comforts-of the many who are the skirt; the bottoms of the sleeves are trimmed necessarily out of employment during this season to correspond. Chapeau of white velours épingle'; of the year, and stretch towards them a helping a round open shape; the interior decorated with hand. a half-wreath of small damask roses at each Gentle Reader : you often weep over the woes side, and white satin brides ; the exterior crowned of a tale of fiction. I implore you to peruse a with a bouquet of three long white flat feathers. | few pages of the romance of real life. Thousands
Public PROMENADE CHAPEAU. --Com- of your fellow-countrywomen, with feelings as posed of rose-coloured velours épinglé; it is a sensitive and with frames as delicate as your own, round open shape, lined and trimmed with satin are at this moment exposed to the miseries of to correspond, and a bouquet of tétes de plumes cold and want. Many of these individuals have shaded in different shades of red.
exercised more heroism in their struggles for PUBLIC PROMENADE CAPOTE, – A close self-support than the characters you so much shape, composed of light green satin; the ma- admire in tales; for true heroism is seen in a terial is laid on full, and the fulness is confined steady perseverance in the path of duty. What on the exterior by dark green velvet ribbon ; say you, my fair friend, to seeking out some there are four bands on the brim, and three on case of indigent merit, and lighting up a gloomy the crown. Two light green fancy feathers chamber with the sunshine of your smiles. We drooping from one side of the crown, and green say seeking out, for the worthiest objects are often satin brides, complete the garniture.
those least ready to obtrude their sorrows. The voice of kindness is sweeter to the sorrowing than rich music; and the tear which is drawn
from your eye by sympathy with the afflicted is A WORD TO THE FAIR READERS a greater ornament than the most costly gem.
But perhaps you can do more than offer words OF THE
of consolation : it may be that there are little
superfluities you enjoy which you could deny NEW MONTHLY BELLE ASSEMBLÉE.
yourself, for the luxury of doing good. You
may have articles in your wardrobe, to you useBY C. E. S.
less, which would shield from cold the delicate
form of that'half-clad needle-woman who passes “ This is a world of trouble; but there's
your window every Saturday night to receive a nothing so bad to bear as hunger,” said a poor
| scanty pittance for her week's toil. Then the unemployed mechanic, as he threw himself on n
pieces removed from your table: would it not be one of the seats on London-bridge. The ob
well, now that provision is so dear, to allow some servation was addressed to an elderly man, of
poor widow with a helpless family to call for genteel appearance, notwithstanding his thread
i them? or could you not deprive yourself of bare coat and almost shoeless feet, who occupied some selfish gratification, for ihe much higher the opposite corner.
one of bestowing comfort and enjoyment on “It is hard to want food," returned his com- 1 another? When the first pang of self-denial panion, with a sigh; "but perhaps you are not were past, a tide of delightful reflections would quite destitude of comfort. Have you friends?” rush to your mind, and prove ample compensa
“Yes, I have a family; but they are my tion for the loss. greatest grief. I have not tasted anything since
Dear Reader: forgive me for making one more yesterday morning; but I can't bear to go home suggestion, which is, that, if you have the time, another day without money for their support.”
you employ a few hours every week in making “Go home?" repeated the stranger, in a low up clothing for those who have not time for this tone; “ home?" he reiterated; “ you are not so purpose, even though they manage to buy the destitute as I am, if you have a home. I have material.
I commend this subject, with all affection, The above-related conversation took place a to the consideration of our gentle friends, few weeks since. Would that they were isolated assured that their warm hearts will readily cases! but, unhappily, there are thousands of respond to the appeal; for I know that their our fellow-creatures in this deplorable condition, kindly feelings need but to be touched to and they call aloud for our sympathy. We have thrill with the finest sensibilities of their naa long winter in prospect, and a dreary season it ture. If each fair sister will devote herself to will be to those who are without the necessaries the relief of one fainily during this season of of life, or who have no home.
sickness and distress, a large amount of sufferDear Reader: have you a comfortable dwel- ing—and, in some instances, of crime--will be ling, warm clothing, and a well-spread board ? prevented, and she will reap her reward in the If you have, you cannot be sufficiently thankful consciousness of having performed a duty,
, and with John Huss, too ; and the graves of these
holy men seem to open around me, and I see their A Rose and a Lily of the Valley bloomed side
e venerable shades arise. Good old men! to your by side; the latter endeavoured to conceal its memories, a happy-happy New Year.- From the pale blossom from the proud, scornful gaze of German of Claudius. the former ; but it could only turn its face away, and ponder in silence why its neighbour should be so arrogating—so self-admiring. It chanced
TO CORRESPONDENTS. that a passer-by paused before them, and, scarcely gazing at the Lily, stooped and plucked ACCEPTED.-W. B. A. the gaudy Rose; but yet as he departed, he cast DECLINED, with thanks.-A.; Meta; “ Holly;" a glance, half-pitying, half-despising, at the “Fancy;" "Sorrow;" “ Early Recollections, by virgin flower, and exclaimed, « Thou poor
J. H. N." flower, for what art thou fit? for what wast
M. S.-Yes. “ Florence'' was the so long assumed thou created ? thou wast only born to be neg
signature of Mrs. Edwin Hancock. lected !” And he went his way, while the poor
A letter which we directed “ Banks of the Bain"
-- the vague address which a correspondent gave usLily hung her head still more lowly, and the
has been returned from the Dead Letter Office. tears sprung from her eyes as she repeated to
Our correspondents should keep copies of short herself—“ Thou poor flower! for what art thou
articles; and we cannot return long ones unless we fit? for what wast thou created ? thou wast only
receive a sufficient number of postage stamps for the born to be neglected!” Even as she uttered
purpose. If the article be accepted, and an address this, the wild idea crossed her, that she would given, we will always return the postage stamps if meet some reply to her smothered question not required. but none came-and so she kept repeating these In consequence of an accidental transposition of words unconsciously to herself, till the shades the verses from the pen of our talented contributor, of evening began to fall around, deepening the Mrs. Abdy, last number, we think it only right to reday-beams into the twilight grey. Just then a print her poem entire. It should have stood thus :glow-worm, with its lustrous lamp shining like a glorious jewel, overheard the poor Lily's la
THE ECLIPSE. mentation, and thus spoke-" Mourn not, oh
BY MRS. ABDY. Lily! for what dost thou weep? dost thou envy
The gun daily gladdens and dazzles our eyes the fate of the Rose, thy once vain neighbour? From his glorious palace of light in the skies ; Behold! it is in the hand of yonder passer-by But mortals so often have basked in the rays, but its beauty hath fled ! its bloom is withered
That faint is their wonder, and feeble their praise. and lo! even as I speak, he casts it from him Yet multitudes now seem around to collect, with disdain ! Be comforted ! thy destiny, if And all to the East their attention direct ! more humble, is yet more enduring than that of Are they watching the light of the sun's rosy dawn? the Rose! They gather that for its beauty and
No, no; they exult to behold it withdrawn! its pride-they preserve thee for thy innocence Their glasses are eagerly pointed on high, and gentleness, which thou mistakest for insig Each gathering blernish and shade to descry; nificance, because out of the mouth of a fool
The sun's brightest rays never drew from their lips came folly !” And the Lily was comforted, and
Such words of applause as attend his eclipse. felt contented with her lot; and so she meekly Not long will this novel excitement remain, raised her head to greet the night-dews, and
The monarch of day shall soon shine forth again;
But methinks that the scene may instruction convey, to worship the stars, and be happy!-GEORGE
If I weave a short moral to add to my lay. J. O. ALLMAN.
Ye men, richly gifted with genius and worth,
Who cast the warm sunshine of mind upon earth, New Year's Day.-This is, indeed, a glorious
world lightly values the powers you disclose, day! At other times I am willing that men should And measured and cold is the praise it bestows. be patriotic, but on New Year's Day my patriotism is stone dead. On that day I feel that we are all
But let your bright surface exbibit one spot,
Let your character only be dimmed by a blot, brothers--the children of one Father, who is in heaven,
The notice of all will be fully secured and that all the good things of the world are as water,
The moment they learn that your light is obscured! that God has provided for all. I accustom myself every New Year's morning to sit down on a stone by
The crowd's eagle glances will swiftly detect the wayside, to scratch in the sand before me with
Your slightest decline, your minutest defect;
And glad declarations will burst from their lips, my staff, and to think on this and on that not on
That “they always predicted your speedy eclipse!" my readers ; I regard them as worthy of all honour
but New Year's morning, on the stone by the way. Arouse ye; come forth in your lustre; not long side, I think not of them, but there I sit and think Need ye brook the weak taunts of a wondering throng; how often in the year that is gone I have seen the
Appear! put their comments and rumours to flight sun rise and the moon; how many flowers and rain
By the first flashing beam of your glorious light; bows I have seen ; how often I have breathed the And prove, that though darkness the sun may enshroud, fresh air, and cooled my thirst in the running brook ; And merit awhile may be veiled by a cloud. and then I cannot look up, and I take off my cap It must soon be acknowledged by numberless lips, with both hands and bury my face in it. And then I That neither can suffer a lengthened eclipse. think of the friends who have died during the year, and that now they can talk with Socrates, Numa, and
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