WORLD OF FASHION . its leaves surrounding it, the inside of the chapeau having small tufts of feathers. Upon the richest kind of satin bonnets, trimmed with lace, are placed the heron plume of Dalmatia, being a description of aigrette, in its natural color. The coq feathers in all colors are much in vogue in Paris. HEAD DRESSES.-Black lace is now being much used for Evening Costume : they are not fixed upon any foundation, but simply ornamented with bunches of orange colored antilles ; this style of head-dress is called the Clorinde. La Pompadour is also a most becoming coiffure, being composed of white lace intermixed with roses. For full dress a coiffure of gold net-work and grenat velvet, having very long ends descending on each side, and terminated with long gold tassels reaching to the waist, is the favorite. A popular head-dress, called " Coiffure Anne d' antruche," is formed in velvet of four different colors, and ornamented with lace ; there is also the Chapeau Cardinal, a simple and charming fantasie, composed of either black velvet or black lace, and decorated here and there with pale pink feathers. BALL DRESSES.-Perhaps the most fashionable ball dresses are in organdie, beautifully embroidered à colonnettes in white, the dress being composed of three skirts, worn over the other, and all of the same color, though of three different shades, such as rose Ture, rose de Provence, and rose pâle, or the same in blue or lilac. The effect of these dresses is of the most pleasing and coquettish description . For petites soirées the most becoming material is decidedly point d'Alencon, or muslins brochée, trimmed with a mixture of lace and ribbons posés in the most graceful manner. Some of these are called robes dahlias, and others the robes odalisques or robes Christines. We must not omit mentioning, for les grandes soirées, the dresses of Pompadour silk, richly trimmed with berthes and ornaments in guipure, called royale ; also a dress à triple jupe in gaze d'Ispahan ; the hem of the jupe headed with an open net-work of passementerie. ROBES DE CHAMBRE .-The most beautiful robe brought out this season in Paris is of purple cachemire, lined with amber colored gros de Naples, the whole handsomely ornamented with amber colored cords and tassels, rich cordillière of the same. With this costume the hair is worn in curls. In London the latest styles are in Scotch plaid mousseline de laines ; sleeves à religieuse, and in mousseline cachemire, lined with satin and embroidered in soutache of two shades, the shades being in harmony with the principal material and lining down the fronts of the jupe, and round the sleeves and pelerine. One of the principal modestes has brought out one in white flannel embroidered with a Greek border in soutache, and others in cachemire à palmes ; the corsage having facings of satin.
MUFFS . These are made of various furs- the mo costly being of ermine or sable. In form they are eve smaller than those worn last winter, and are ornamente at each end with broad white satin ribbon. BAGS.-These are very fashionable. They are quit small, and mostly composed of velvet or cachemir beautifully embroidered in pearls and gold, and silk brai
DIRGE.
BY ALEXANDER A. IRVINE.
Low upon the cold earth lying,
Winter winds above thee sighing,
Sullen streams to them replying,
Thou art laid at rest.
Narrow is thy bridal bed,
Cold the pillow for thy head,
Strangers o'er thee careless tread,
And the common earth is spread
On that holy breast.
When the crescent moon is fading,
Mournfully through cloud-rifts wading ;
And the solemn sea upbraiding
Wails upon the airThen I wander at midnight
Where thou liest out of sight, All things in the spectral light,
Driving cloud and hill-top white,
In my sorrow share.
In the whirling tempest drifting,
Over thee the snow is siftingHark! the wind its lone cry lifting
Lost upon the lea.
Giant trees above thee grow,
And their ghastly arms they throw
On the bleak sky to and fro,
With a sound of utter woeMourners there with me.
By thy side the icy river
Plashing wildly foams forever,
The long drooping grasses shiver,
Crisping in the waveO'er thee lonely bitterns cry,
The sea-eagle screams on high,
And the wild fox brushes byYet all calmly thou dost lie
In thy quiet grave !
Oh! this bitter, long forsaking,
Oh! this anguished heart and breaking,
Woe is me! there is no waking
From thy sleep, my bride.
Scarce an hour we were wed—
With the blossoms on thy head
Thou wert laid amongst the dead
Would to God ' t were me instead,
Or that both had died!
