The Parisians furnish the following styles :
CHAPEAUX ET CAPOTES.-The latter, composed of crape, are much in favor ; they are indeed remarkably pretty, and the light style of their trimmings, always flowers or marabouts, harmonizes admirably with the fragility of the material. White rose and jonquil are the colors generally adopted for these capotes ; where the trimming consists of flowers and ribbons, they are disposed in the interior in small sprigs of the lightest possible kind, drooping on the front hair, or mingling with it, if it is in tinglets. The flowers may be disposed on the exterior either in a gerbe or a bouquet. If the exterior is adorned with marabouts, then the flowers are placed in the interior in small tufts, instead of sprigs, at the sides. Chapeaux of paille à jour, of the capote form, are much in vogue in morning dress ; they are ornamented only with knots of ribbons, and lined with tulle bouillonnée. Some of the prettiest capotes for demi négligé, are those of paille d'Italie ornamented with a bouquet formed of three petites tetês de plumes. Nothing is more elegant in demi toilette than chapeaux of paille de riz, ornamented with a large point lace lappet, retained by a demi couronne of roses. There is a very pretty capote of white satin, the form of the brim rather close and long at the ears ; on the right of the crown is a joli cocarde of white ribbon, and on each side of the interior of the brim is placed a nœud of ribbon, from which hangs one long streamer of the same.
A RETROSPECT .
BY LOUIS FITZGERALD TASISTRO. WHERE are those hours of love, O'er which the beam Of brilliant Hope brightly glowed, Gilding the stream Of joy that glanced gladly on, Gleaming in lightWhere are those hours of love, Beaming and bright ? Where are the looks that broke, Breathing the spell O'er the soft yielding heart, Therein to dwell ; Spite of the dark storms, Around that way rollWhere are the looks that broke Bright o'er the soul ? Gone ;-never to returnDarken'd and pastFled are the hours that beam'd Too bright to last :If in oblivion's shade Thought could find rest, Then might remembrance be Tranquil and blest.
THE INDIAN BRIDE .
BY MRS . FORD . CHAPTER I. THE Rajah Doulah was famed throughout all the East for the magnificence of his court and the extent of his domains. But he possessed one treasure which made him even more celebrated-an only daughter, whose beauty was the theme of applause from Ispahan to Pekin. She was said to be purer than the blossoms of the Agla, and sweeter than the fairest roses of Sheeraz ; while her voice rivalled in harmony the song of the bulbul. Many had been the suitors for the Rajah's daughter, but none of them were deemed sufficiently powerful by the divan to be worthy of her hand. At length the eldest son of the Rajah of Auranzal appeared as a suitor for her hand. He was rich, brave, and wealthy, the heir of a mighty prince, and himself a soldier of renown. The Arab steed which he rode was said to be fleeter than the fleetest in the stables of the Lord of Stamboul ; and the scymetar which he carried at his side was studded with jewels which would have ransomed a Sultan. The divan listened to his proposals favorably ; and the fair Haidai heard of him, in the seclusion of her harem, with a smile of approval. The Rajah gave his word to the suitor, that when another year should have elapsed and Haidai grown into womanhood, for as yet she was but a girl, she should become his bride. With a glad heart the young prince left the capital, followed by his gorgeous train of spahis, and returned to his father's court to await the expiration of the year. The young Haidai was only a child when all this had been arranged, but she was at that age when a few months work a great change in the character, and ere the year was up she had grown into a woman. She had never seen her future lord, and as the period of her nuptials approached, she began to be curious to behold him ; but the seclusion in which she had been brought up, and the implicit obedience which the daughters of her house were taught to yield to their parent and monarch, prevented this curiosity from attaining much strength. Still there were indefinite yearnings in the heart of the young princess-yearnings such as all feel, in the morning of life, for sympathy and love. The preparations for the nuptials now began, and both capitals resounded with the fame of the unrivalled magnificence of the approaching ceremony. Rich shawls from Cashmere, the rarest birds of Persia, the finest muslins of the Deccan, diamonds from Golconda, and pearls from the Indian sea, were said to form part of the gifts for the bride ; while the citizens of her father's capital talked of the superb white elephants,
