Whene'er his name was mentioned, I have felt a strange, wild thrill;
    But I've learned long since, my sister, to suffer and be still.

    Nay, weep not; for, believe me, ere awakes yon setting sun
    Earth's struggles will be over, and life's conflicts will be done;
    My disembodied spirit upon wings of love will rise
    To roam with shining seraphs through the realms of Paradise.
    My soul is only waiting till the silken cord is riven,
    To burst its earthly fetters and soar away to Heaven.

    Draw nearer to me, sister, on my bosom bow thy head,
    And take my fervent blessing ere I'm numbered with the dead;
    And Clarence, he must never know the words I've breathed to thee,
    As a loving sister only let him learn to think of me.
    Tell him I longed to see him, but could not wait his time,
    For the angels came to waft me to a never-changing clime.

    Thou wilt not forget me, sister, though long the parting seems,
    Yet, oh, believe me, often will I come to thee in dreams;
    And, if I gain permission of the true, unchanging Friend,
    I will be thy guardian angel till He calls thee to ascend.
    Then, as here on earth we've wandered, through fields of light
      we'll rove,
    With our spirits joined together by the silken cord of love.

THE SCHOTTISCH PARTNER.

BY MOTTE HALL.

    OH, I danced with him the schottisch!
      'Twas the first time that we met;
    He was such a dashing creature,
      With orbs as black as jet.

    And he wore a lovely diamond;
      How it flashed into my eyes!
    As he drew me closely to him
      I saw its wondrous size.

    Oh, at ball, and rout, and party,
      I was his schottisch belle;
    He said I danced so charmingly,
      And knew the step so well.

    And we grew so very loving,
      As we stood upon the floor,
    That people said the schottisch step
      Would lead to Hymen's door.

    But, though I schottisched every night,
      I reached not Hymen's dwelling;
    The god must live a long way off,
      But where, there is no telling.

    And, only think, one festal night,
      The ungrateful, wicked Harry!
    I heard my schottisch partner say—
      "She'll do—but not to marry.

    "She'll do to twirl in mazy dance,
      She'll do for giddy pleasure;
    She'll do to meet out Folly's gauds
      With Fashion's line and measure;

    "But she'll _not_ do for sacred home,
      A meek and gentle woman,
    An angel in her purity,
      But in her love a human."

TWO MOTHERS?

BY MRS. S. F. JENNINGS.

A LITTLE dirty ragged boy, in the streets of New York, selling penny
songs, is asked by a gentleman if he has a mother. "Neow don't—where's
yourn? Does she know you're out?" he says, with that impudent
_nonchalance_ which is the more pitiful because so common among that
class. But the gentleman buys some of his songs, and that act is the
sesame to his heart. Upon a second putting of the question, he is ready,
though with the same reckless air, to answer, "No; folks don't have two
mothers, do they? and mine's dead's long ago's I can remember."

    Two mothers? Never, little one;
      No merit brings such meed;
    God gave thee _one_—if she be gone
      God help thee feel thy need!
    For a dangerous way, stormy and wild,
    Thou goest, without thy mother, child.

    The throbbing heart of this mighty town,
      How beats its pulse for thee?
    The tide of life swells up and down
      The paths of this restless sea.
    Will they dash thy bark on the surf away,
    Like a straw or leaf on the ocean spray?

    Poor boy! for thee how ruthless time
      All tender ties hath riven!
    Thy father's love—all seared with crime;
      Thy mother—gone to Heaven.
    No brother, sister, guards the shrine,
    When God hath set his seal divine.

    Thy mother _dead_? long, long ago?
      No soft eye beams on thee?
    No kindly voice says firmly "No,"
      To bid thy tempter flee?
    And snares are thick, and pitfalls deep,
    And the upward way is rough and steep.

    And thou heedest not, in thy soul's deep night,
      That God hath so bereft thee;
    And thou carest not for the trembling light
      Dim in thy memory left thee.
    God save thee from the world's sure blight!
    God save thee from an _endless_ night!

A LOVING HEART.

BY W. S. GAFFNEY.

    SWEETER than the sweetest flower,
      Brighter than the brightest gem,
    Richer far than Flora's bower,
      Art or nature's diadem—
                    Fairer, sweeter,
                    Purer, meeter,
      Is a kind and loving heart!

    Wealth may prove a toy caressing;
      Beauty's charms a world of light;
    But Affection is a blessing
      From a soul serene and bright;
                    Kindest, purest,
                    Best and surest,
      Is a faithful, loving heart!

EVENING THOUGHTS.

BY H. MERRAN PARKE.

    TWILIGHT deepens upon the lea,
    And shadows come dancing in play with me;
    Little brown birds have hurried away
    To their nests in the tree-tops old and gray,
    While here at my window I lean and gaze
    Earnestly into the misty haze,
    Watching the coming of one sweet star
    Which thou'rt now seeking from me afar.
    Absent and dearest, my spirit's life
    Dost ever forget, 'mid the din and strife,
    That one fond heart o'er the line of hills
    Sighs for thy presence, yet bounds and fills
    With measureless bliss when this sweet hour
    Gathers around with its magic power.

    Visions of brightness come and go
    Like the falling and melting of winter snow;
    But one, a presence like thine remains,
    And winds my heart in its golden chains.
    Then, sweet as the music in Assam's bowers,
    When winds go singing among the flowers,
    Or like the leaves of the lotus-tree
    That touch each other in melody,
    So sweetly a voice creeps into my soul
    To woo my senses from earth's control,
    And point to a world of rarer joy
    Where pleasures are found that never cloy,
    Where bliss supernal forever reigns,
    And rapture gushes in seraph strains.

    Oh, earth is darkly beautiful now,
    With her garland of flowers upon her brow;
    And the stars have come with their golden eyes
    To light up the portals of Paradise;
    The visions of sweetness have left my heart,
    But the voice of music will never depart;
    And when I look to the shining skies,
    Where the bright pavilions of glory rise,
    I'll think of the gardens of matchless flowers,
    Where angels walk 'mid the wingless hours;
    And, dearest, I'll think we'll sometimes go
    The peace and rapture of heaven to know.
    But, hark! the sound of ringing bells
    Comes on the wind, and softly tells
    Midnight—and earth doth sweetly rest,
    With her beautiful children on her breast.

SONNET.—FLOWERS.

BY WM. ALEXANDER.

    WINTER scarce o'er, as messenger of Spring,
      Walks forth bright Snowdrop, clad in green and white,
      Which simple beauties every eye delight,
    Till Violet scents the gale and Bluebirds sing;
    Come now the Windflower and the Tulip tall,
      And Naiad Lily of the lowly vale,
      The lover's flower, which is true passion pale;
    Up, next, Narcissus springs, more fair than all,
      Reflecting in the brook, that purls anigh,
      Her image, and, like Echo, hastes to die;
    Then the sweet lady Rose, at Zephyr's call,
      Like nymph, comes forth to show her glowing breast,
    While Flora holds her proudest carnival,
      And yields the palm to her, as queen of all the rest.

MY TULIPS.

BY H. S. D.

    STERN old Janus shook his sceptre
      Over a shivering land,
    Yet spring, one day, with a warning came
      And slipped it from his hand.
    She brought him torrents from the skies,
      And rivers down the street;
    Melted his crown about his eyes,
      And thawed his icy feet.

    My tulip bulbs in goodly rows,
      Scenting the loosened springs,
    Shot up in haste to look around;
      But ah, the silly things!
    They did not know that when spring comes
      In such a vapory way,
    She only thinks to try her power,
      And never means to stay.

    So when the reckless sprouts had seen
      Their fill of mist and mud,
    Spring went away and left them e'en
      To manage as they could.
    Then winter rose in fearful rage,
      And fumed and flurried round;
    He shut the waters in a cage,
      And closed the opening ground.

    Like true philosophers, my plants,
      Though sorely pinched and frayed,
    Braved the old tyrant in his rants,
      And stood there undismayed,
    Till spring, with airs and sunny smile,
      Came tripping o'er the ground,
    Leading her orchestra, the while,
      In many a tricksy sound.

    And buds above, below, burst forth,
      In tints of emerald dressed,
    To see the wild spring gain the north,
      My tulips with the rest.
    When she'd subdued the rigid earth,
      And conquered all the cold,
    My plants, to grace her victory, donned
      Their crimson and their gold.

    Out flashed their flames, their feathers tossed
      Upon the ambient air,
    And nicest choice was dazed between
      By bloemen and Bizarre.
    But when the gentle sway of spring
      Must yield to summer's pride,
    My tulips fainted with regret,
      And dropped their heads and died.

THE DEAD TREE.

    I SAW it with leafy honors crowned
      By a crystal streamlet's side,
    And its long, fair boughs in their graceful play
      Stooped down to the gentle tide.

    I lingered once beneath its shade
      At the noon of a summer day;
    When youth's high pulse through my temples beat
      In its swift and burning way.

    And many a thought of my questioning heart
      Went out on restless wing,
    To the unseen's far and shoreless waves,
      Some tidings thence to bring.

    Blest, blest and beautiful seemed all things,
      Green earth and the holy sky,
    And _soul_ with its wondrous, fearful gifts,
      And doom of mystery.

    Years passed; from distant and stranger homes
      I came with a colder brow;
    But at nature's altars wreathed and pure,
      My spirit still could bow.

    The crystal stream on its winding way
      My footsteps traced once more,
    And a dim sweet thought of other days
      Led softly on before,

    To where a circling emerald wall
      Caught the laughing waves to rest,
    For a moment charmed and placidly
      In its violet-scented breast.

    And there, far down in the stillness glossed,
      All riven, bleak, and gray,
    Was a giant form that frowned above,
      Though kissed by the summer ray.

    Then a mist came over the sunbeam's light,
      The breeze swept chillingly,
    And something mourned within my heart,
      But not for the blighted tree.

    For a vision came with a lordly bow,
      And stood beside me there,
    With pride-wreathed lips and a clear dark eye—
      Away—'twas a thing of air.

    Yet a being like it on earth once dwelt,
      With men thus high and cold;
    But the valley's clods press heavily
      And mute o'er the spoils they hold.

    A deep pall covered the wasted corse,
      A deeper the passing soul;
    A name that stands like yon gray, sad tree,
      Was the proud man's earthly goal.

LET ME DIE!

BY S. M. MONTGOMERY.

    OH! who would live on in this dreary world,
      When the light of Hope has fled,
    And the friends of old are changed and false,
      And faith and trust are dead;
    When the heart is crushed 'neath its weight of grief,
      And the smile of joy is gone,
    When "love's young dream" is past—all past,
      Say, who would linger on?

    Let me die! ay, lay me down to rest
      In the dreamless sleep of death,
    Where flowers send forth, at dewy eve,
      Their pure and perfumed breath;
    Where the bright sunshine will gently fall,
      And soft winds murmuring by,
    Will my requiem chant, in whispers low,
      Through the green grass waving high.

LINES TO A BRONCHITIS BIRDIE.

A FRAGMENT.

BY N. W. BRIDGE.

    NOW heed the counsel of a sage,
    And closely keep in thy warm cage
      This cold and dreary winter through;
    See that ye shun the winds of March,
    No April showers thy plumes unstarch,
      Nor skies of May thy crest bedew.
    And then, perchance, sweet airs of June
    Will find our Birdie's throat in tune,
      And ye through valleys green may rove,
    And o'er the sunlit emerald hills,
      Within the cool refreshing grove,
    Along the marge of winding rills;
      And gather flowers of varied hue,
    'Mid grassy beds and moss-grown banks,
      And on them smile, and kiss them, too,
    While they will sweetly blush their thanks,
      And drink thy health in drops of dew;
    Inhale the blossom-scented breeze
      Within thy oscillating zone,
    And never cough, nor even sneeze,
      So sound thy swan-like throat has grown.
    Then will thy happy voice be heard
      Amid sweet spring's melodious throng;
    No other heavenly warbling bird
      Will sing so joyous, oft, and long.

L'ISOLEMENT.

TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH OF ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE,

BY WM. A. KENYON.

    OFTEN, at sunset, on the mountain side,
      Beneath an aged oak I take my seat,
    My vision roaming o'er the plain spread wide,
      Whose panorama opens at my feet.

    Here scolds the river, thus in foam to break,
      Then slow meanders down the dim afar,
    Toward the spread waters of the sleeping lake,
      Where smiles in azure the fair evening star.

    To these crowned summits—dim old colonnades—
      The gentle twilight still a last ray lends,
    E'en while the cloud-car of the queen of shades
      White o'er yon far horizon's verge ascends.

    Spreading through all the air, with gothic swell,
      Soft sounds of worship bid the ear attend;
    The trav'ler stops to hear the distant bell
      With day's last noises holy concerts blend.

    But these fair tableaux have no charm for me;
      My sight indifferent is o'er them led,
    Like the fleet shadows that at noon I see:
      Suns for the living cannot warm the dead.

    From hill to hill in vain I turn my glance,
      From south to north, from sunrise to his rest,
    I search at every point this vast expanse;
      Nowhere doth fortune wait on my behest.

    What make these valleys and these homes? I cry;
      Vain objects all; their charm for me has flown:
    Rocks, rivers, forests, loved retreats, I sigh,
      One being absent, every soul is gone.

    What signifies the sun to rise or set?
      And what a heaven sombre or serene?
    Returning days no joy for me beget,
      And still unmoved I gaze on every scene.

    Round could I follow the sun's vast career,
      My eyes would see but deserts wild and void;
    Nothing he shines on can my bosom cheer:
      I wish for nothing here below enjoyed.

    Perchance beyond the borders of this earth,
      Where the true sun looks down from other skies,
    Could I but cast the slough of this world's birth,
      What I so much have dreamed would meet my eyes.

    There, filled from fountains whither thought aspires,
      There might I find again, with hope and love,
    This fair ideal every soul desires—
      Find her who has no name save there above.

    Borne on Aurora's car, why can I not,
      Vague object of my vows, launch forth to thee?
    Why on this earth of exile is my lot,
      With nothing common between it and me?

    Leaves in the prairie fall, with passage brief,
      And evening breezes to some dale convey;
    And I—am I not like a withered leaf?
      Ye stormy north winds, bear me hence away!

TO A FRIEND ON THE DAY OF HIS MARRIAGE.

    A STORE of happiness to thee
      This day auspicious brings,
    And o'er the future fairy Hope
      Her robe of promise flings.

    Oh, fair is she whom thou hast won
      To be thy gentle bride,
    A fairer none could ever wish
      "To grace a lover's side."

    But well for thee thy chosen one
      Hath charms that brighter shine,
    And these by strong, though tiny cords,
      Shall make her doubly thine.

    Beneath the potent hand of Time
      That graceful form must bow,
    And age his furrowed lines shall trace
      Upon that lovely brow.

    And years of care shall dim those eyes
      Sparkling with love's own light,
    And 'mid those dark and glossy braids
      Shall mingle threads of white.

    But outward change shall only prove
      That heart more true to thee,
    And, though the eyes their lustre lose,
      _It_ will unaltered be.

    And oh, when sorrow's storm shall come,
      For come it surely will,
    'Twill only bind that loving heart
      To thee more closely still.

    And now, though many friends are near,
      Wishing thee perfect bliss,
    Not _one_, I know, is more _sincere_
      _Than she_ who sends you _this_.—V.

CAPS AND HEADDRESS.

[Illustration: Fig. 1.]

[Illustration: Fig. 2.]

[Illustration: Fig. 3.]

[Illustration: Fig. 4.]

AS it is impossible to describe the various shades of trimming that are
seen in the new styles of caps and headdresses, we resort to cuts to
illustrate them.

Fig. 1 is a breakfast-cap for a young married lady, of a very simple
style; the foundation is of a plain net; this is traversed by plaitings of
lace, through which is passed a flat plaid ribbon of bright hues. Loops
and bows in profusion at each ear. It will be found a very stylish model.

Fig. 2.—A more complicated and less youthful cap, composed of insertions
and edgings, trimmed with mantua ribbon of a good quality.

Fig. 3.—A graceful style of headdress for a young person, when simplicity
is to be preserved. It is merely of full _bandeaux_, slightly waved; the
flowers, a light drooping spray, are arranged in the _bandeaux_, instead
of the back of the hair, or across the brow. The back of the hair, as seen
in Fig. 4, is dressed in three puffs, and secured by a low ornamental
comb. We have still newer designs of headdresses in preparation to
illustrate the topic of the coming month—dress at watering-places.

JUVENILE FASHIONS

[Illustration: Fig. 1.]

[Illustration: Fig. 2.]

WE are very much pleased—nor is it to be wondered at—with the
communications that frequently reach us with regard to this especial
department.

"Indeed," writes a correspondent, whose opinion is of value, "the good
ideas you have given me concerning children's dresses and many other
things, during the three months I have received the 'Lady's Book,' I
consider worth the whole year's subscription."

Once, at least, every season we devote our chitchat especially to the
young people; and to show they are not forgotten in the mean time, select
a design from Mrs. Suplee's large establishment—of children's clothing,
etc.—of a boy's summer suit.

The plaited linen shirt, or chemisette, Fig. 1, is sometimes worn by
itself, buttoning to the waistband of the trousers, Fig. 2, which are
full, and rather long. The over-jacket may be made of Cashmere or any
suitable material, and is intended for the street. The peculiar style of
the sleeves and the square opening of the front display the fine linen
bosom and sleeves.

FASHIONABLE BONNETS AND CAPS.

_From the celebrated Establishment of Thomas White & Co., No. 41 South
Second St., Philada._

[Illustration: No. 1.]

[Illustration: No. 2.]

[Illustration: No. 3.]

[Illustration: No. 4.]

No. 1. BOY'S HAT.—Material of Coburg straw.

No. 2. BONNET TIP.

No. 3. BONNET CROWN.

No. 4. WIRE BONNET FRAME.

_Description of Cuts on page 481._

No. 1. INFANT'S TURBAN.

_Material._—Embroidered French blonde and gimp.

_Trimming._—Bunches of white ribbons at the sides, with quilling of
blonde around the face.

No. 2. BOY'S JOCKEY CAPS.

A. _Material._—Straw brilliant, edged and trimmed around the front with
Paris gimp.

B. _Material._—Brilliant straw, inserted with Paris gimp. Front edged
with gimp.

No. 3. SUMMER BONNET.

_Material._—Blonde lace, with quilling of ribbon. Crown of silk, with
lace fall to hang over the cape.

_Trimming._—Bouquets of wild flowers.

No. 4. ITALIAN LEGHORN.—Untrimmed.

CHINESE SAYINGS.

SOME of the ordinary expressions of the Chinese are sarcastic enough. A
blustering harmless fellow they call "a paper tiger." When a man values
himself overmuch, they compare him to a "rat falling into a scale, and
weighing itself." Overdoing a thing they call "a hunchback making a bow."
A spendthrift they compare to a rocket which goes off at once. Those who
expend their charity on remote objects, but neglect their family, are said
"to hang their lantern on a pole, which is seen afar, but gives no light
below."

BRAID FOR CHILD'S DRESS.

WHY DON'T LADIES LEARN TO COOK?

AMONG the common things to the teaching of which public attention is now
so strongly directed, it is to be hoped that the art of cookery—one
of the commonest, and yet, apparently, one of the most difficult and
neglected of all—will not be forgotten. The instruction of the female
peasantry in this useful art would be as advantageous to themselves when
settled on their own hearths as to the families of the middle classes,
in which, before marriage, they officiate as domestic servants. On all
sides we hear complaints of the difficulty of finding, and of retaining
when found, a cook who can roast a leg of mutton, and make batter-pudding
or pea-soup. In point of fact, we have heard of ladies who have it in
serious contemplation to dispense with servants altogether, as the least
troublesome alternative. Without wishing matters carried quite so far, we
are convinced that many of our fair friends would lose nothing, either
in point of respectability or happiness, while they could add at least
one-third to the effective incomes of their husbands, if they were to
spend a little more time in their kitchens, superintending the preparation
of the family dinner, instead of contenting themselves with ordering
it—if, indeed, they condescend to do even that. Some forty years back,
ladies were driven to shoemaking as a fashionable way of killing time.
Why not try a little cooking? Thanks to the modern stoves, with their
nicely-arranged skillets and stewpans, which science and mechanical skill
have substituted for the blazing kitchen hearth of other days, young
ladies of the nineteenth century, just passing its prime, may cook without
soiling their fingers or injuring their complexions. Were it not so, we
would not recommend them to cook. We would rather live on bread and cheese
all the days of our lives.

It will be said, perhaps, that our notions with regard to female education
and employment are too antiquated—that in these matters, as in everything
else, a new era has dawned, and the solid course of instruction now given
in colleges for ladies will be triumphantly appealed to. Ladies, however,
who possess these solid acquirements—who, like Lady Jane Grey, prefer
Plato to a picnic—will be least likely to neglect the economy of the
kitchen. They will thoroughly understand the dignity of the employment,
and call to mind all the poetry of cooking. To say nothing of the dinner
which Milton describes Eve as preparing when "on hospitable thoughts
intent," there are the Homeric banquets at which kings literally "killed
their own meat," and at which queens and princesses turned the spit for
the roasting, or drew the water and chopped wood for the boiling. Cooking
is classical, and no lady will disdain to take part in it who has read
of these feasts in the original Greek. Let it be observed that it is the
middle and working classes on whom we wish to urge the importance of the
study. A gentleman's daughter can afford to be so ignorant of common
things as not to be able to recognize chickens in a poultry-yard, because
they do not run about with a liver under one wing and a gizzard under
the other, though our modern poultry shows, it must be confessed, will
tend much to dissipate this error. A knowledge, however, of the art of
cooking is of more importance to the wives of the laboring population
than to those of the middle classes, because it is the art, when properly
cultivated, of making a little go a great way.—_Mark-lane Express._

A LACE BASQUE.

  _Furnished from Madame Demorest's Emporium of Fashions, 375 Broadway,
  New York._

THIS novel and graceful design is adapted for black lace or any other
thin material that fancy may dictate, as will be seen by reference to the
engraving. It is gathered in a graceful fulness to a band of insertion
across the back, and also to a similar band fitting closely to the form at
the waist, and falls in a rich double flounce over the person. The corsage
is made high in the neck, gathered into a band same as the back. The style
of sleeve (which is so clearly illustrated by the artist as not to need
any further description) harmonizes most beautifully with the general
design.

[Illustration: VOIGT _Del_]

TRUTH.

BY D. HARDY, JR.

    AS stands the old oak when the tempest is raging,
      While others less firm are upturned by the blast,
    So Truth, though with Error a warfare is waging,
      Is firm and unyielding, triumphant at last.
    She stands as unmoved as the bold promontory,
      Tow'ring so proud by the waves of the sea;
    Her heart-gushing song and her soul-cheering story
      Should bless and make glad every land that may be

    Truth, mighty and noble, down came from the Maker,
      The Sovereign Ruler of earth and of sky;
    Then cling to her fondly and never forsake her,
      Till death shall have closed thy now beaming eye;
    Truth is so mighty, Superstition and Error,
      All powerless and weak, must fall by her side;
    Then, friends of the Right, do not falter in terror,
      But nobly press onward with Truth for your guide.

LADY'S RIDING BOOTS.

WE are at pains to present our friends with every _recherché_ article that
can contribute to their welfare; for this purpose, we illustrate a pair of
riding boots for ladies, which, in addition to their ostensible purpose,
are admirable for damp or muddy walking, especially in locations where
vegetation renders protection desirable. These boots will effectually
prevent the moisture that is brushed off from proving detrimental. They
are made of patent leather, of a rich, lustrous black hue, the upper
portion of fancy colored morocco, purple, maroon, green, or bronze, and
bordered with silk galloon, finished with neat tassels. Excepting in
their elegant proportions and ornamental appearance, they are essentially
similar to the dress boots of the sterner sex; and we are gratified to
observe this move in the right direction. This fashion is in accordance
with sound sense and comfort.

For the original of these beautiful and commendable articles, we are
indebted to Mr. E. A. Brooks, Boot and Shoe Emporium, 575 Broadway, New
York, from whose large and varied collection we propose affording frequent
illustrations, that our fair readers may be fully _au fait_ in this
important department of their costume.

COTTAGE FURNITURE.

[Illustration: Fig. 1.]

Fig. 1 represents two tables formed to fasten together underneath.

[Illustration: Fig. 2.]

Fig. 2 is a Pembroke table with the leaves raised.

LADY'S SLIPPER ON CLOTH.—SMYRNA EMBROIDERY.

[Illustration: LADY'S SLIPPER ON CLOTH.—REDUCED DESIGN.]

    _Materials._—Any dark-colored cloth, black or dark claret is the
    best. Silk or terry velvet of a color contrasting well with that of
    the cloth. Purse twist, first size, either gold color or the color
    of the velvet, but one shade or two lighter.

Draw your pattern on the cloth first; then on the wrong side of the
velvet; cut out the velvet carefully, and gum well the wrong side of the
velvet. When cut out, apply on the cloth, press it down gently, and let it
dry; when perfectly dry, work the outlines in chain stitch with the purse
twist.

If you can manage the tambour needle, the chain stitch would be better
done in tambour work, also quicker and more easily.

This design, embroidered with black silk on scarlet or blue merino, will
also make an extremely pretty baby's shoe.

[Illustration: THE LEAF OF THE SLIPPER IN ITS PROPER SIZE.]

[Illustration: PART OF AN EMBROIDERED COLLAR.]

BREAD-CLOTH.

    _Materials._—Five reels crochet cotton, No. 24, with crochet-hook,
    No. 18.

MAKE a chain of 160 stitches, and work on it one row in dc.

_2d row._—Begin with 1 chain, and work 2 dc in each of the first two dc
of last row. One dc in each of the others, except the last two, in both of
which work 2, and end with a chain stitch.

The remainder is to be worked from the design, in ordinary square crochet;
but, as there is first an increase of a square at each end, and afterwards
a decrease to the same extent in every row, the space in the centre only
being without either increase or diminution, we shall describe the way in
which the decrease is so effected as to leave a regular edge; the increase
being always done as we have described in the 2d row. There are two close
squares at each end.

FOR THE DECREASE.—Slip on the first stitch, sc on the next, sdc on the
next, dc on the fourth, do three more dc, 2 ch, which form the first open
square in the line. At the other extremity reverse the process, working on
the last four stitches, 1 dc, 1 sdc, 1 sc, 1 slip.

In all the succeeding rows that are decreased, make the slip stitch on the
first dc stitch of the previous row, at each end, thus shortening every
row by three stitches.

The edge being of two close squares, allows for all the ends being worked
in, which should invariably be done.

Work one row of open square crochet all round, with the dc stitches
sufficiently close at the corners to set flat, and in every square knot a
fringe of twelve or sixteen strands, and 2 inches deep.

EMBROIDERY.—DRESS COLLAR.

(_See Colored Plate in front of Book._)

    _Materials._—Embroidery cotton, No. 100.

Trace the pattern upon the muslin with a quill pen and blue mixed with
gum-water; make the leaves, stems, and flowers in raised satin-stitch; the
circles in buttonhole-stitch, either making them close or open, as may be
preferred; if close, a raised spot must be worked in the centre of each.
Work the edge in buttonhole-stitch.

PATTERNS FOR EMBROIDERY.

EDITORS' TABLE.

        "Man to man so oft unjust,
    Is always so to woman."--BYRON.

SUCH is the testimony of a poet, and history, we are sorry to say, would
prove his assertion true. Yet a "better time" is coming, has already
begun, and, in our country, seems making progress quite as rapidly as
women are prepared to receive and adjust themselves to the new and
enlarged duties which are opening before them. Education is the grand
lever to elevate society. When both sexes are allowed equal privileges
of instruction, the advancement of the race will be accelerated in more
than twofold proportion, because the ignorance of one-half the species
serves to hinder greatly the influences of intelligence in the enlightened
portion. A small cloud can dim the sun.

Some important questions respecting female education are yet unsettled;
one of these concerns the prerogative of their colleges. Are these
institutions, when chartered by legislative authority, to hold equal rank
with male colleges? When _degrees_ are conferred on the female student,
shall she have an equal right to the honors these are supposed to confer,
as are claimed for her brother graduate? Not long since, a lady was
complimented by the Faculty of one of the most eminent Female Colleges
in our country with "the Honorary degree of Mistress of Arts." While
acknowledging the compliment, the lady wrote--

"Allow me to inquire if, in thus conferring degrees on women, you
contemplate the assumption of the style similar honors confer on men?
Would you be pleased to see that I added the M. A. to my name? Now, this
is an important question, and will, as I think, have much influence on
the future aspect of female education. If colleges for women are invested
with full power of conferring degrees, and do confer them, why should not
the same rules be applied to these as are considered proper in regard to
colleges for your sex?

"If to append the _sign_ of his degree to his name be for a man an
advantage, showing his acquirements have been acknowledged and guaranteed
by the competent authority, why is not a similar course beneficial, under
like circumstances, for a woman?" &c.

The faculty of the college made reply by the president to the effect
that they did confer the _degree_ in good faith, considering it "one and
the same held by the faculty," and that the lady had an equal right with
themselves to assume the A. M. We were intending to invite attention to
this subject, gathering thus the results of discussion, when the following
article reached us, and we give it here to invite others to write on this
question:--

"TO THE EDITOR OF THE 'LADY'S BOOK:' Knowing that you have very much at
heart the advancement of learning and the spread of useful knowledge, and
that you do not think woman's share an unproductive one, or her powers
below culture, I venture to ask why most of the stimulants to generous
ambition are neglected in her case? Is it because men consider her nature
too elevated to require the adventitious helps they throw out to each
other? It cannot be that they fear on equal ground some odious comparisons
might be obvious.

"Milton says--

    'Fame is the spur that the clear spirit does raise
    To scorn delights and live laborious days.'

So sensible have mankind ever been of this, that, in all ages, incentives
have been offered to the ingenious and distinguished, by titles, honors,
and decorations distributed to excellence. To excellence in _men_; for
_women_, however industrious their researches, however 'laborious'
their 'days,' have little to expect but a limited fame, and the inward
consciousness of high motives. Why should this be? Why might not woman
have the satisfaction of feeling that her deservings may entitle her to
the marks of approbation of the learned in her own sphere, and that her
name may acquire a general respectability from honors worthily borne?
In other words, why may not honorary degrees be granted by literary and
scientific institutions to _all_ persons who merit them? And why may not
women publicly bear such testimonials, by appending to their names the
same titles borne by men under similar circumstances? I know that there
is a large, worthy, and respectable class of men who, as some shrink in
undefinable horror from the sight of a cat, feel nervous shudderings and
morbid vexation at the word _strength of mind_ as applied to woman. To the
_word_; for I have, in _essentials_, found many of these nervous gentlemen
happy to avail themselves of the objectionable quality when it was taken
by them in a disguised way. These might, at the first blush of the thing,
begin to wince at a lady being styled A. M., F. R. S., _cum ceteris_.
But, if they will, if they _can_ consider the subject coolly, they will
see that there is nothing unfeminine, nothing the finest womanly delicacy
need fear in the matter. Would the names of Maria Edgeworth or Hannah
More have been published with less propriety, had they been supported
by initials signifying that certain judges of literature approved their
efforts and sanctioned their pretensions? For my part, I think it seems
altogether more befitting a woman's weakness to be ushered into public by
the stamp of masculine authority. I think even a _weak-minded_ woman could
not disparage her charms by seeking in a signature the protection of her
superiors.

"Far be it from me, speaking in modern cant, to draw woman out of her
sphere. I would have every one do her 'duty in that sphere of life in
which it has pleased God to call her.' Let man rule in the court, the
camp; let him make laws and enforce them; let him plough the main; let him
defend his country; while woman soothes the bed of sickness and instructs
her children. Let her studies and her efforts be to alleviate pain, to
increase mental development, and, above all, by precept and example, to
watch over morals and religion. These things she may do; these things she
daily does; but, though more patient, and more spiritual than her brother
_man_, she is not an angel. She needs encouragement, praise, and rewards
to cheer her course. Why, then, deny her the harmless gratifications that
are her due, that she has won and should wear?"

WHAT SHALL BE DONE FOR THE INSANE?--The Report for 1853 of the Trustees
of the Hospital for the Insane, in the State of Maine, contains a remark
equal to a conclusive reason in favor of hereafter building every new
insane hospital for one sex only--a recommendation lately submitted to the
public by Medical Superintendents.

The Maine Trustees say, "It is very important the public should have every
possible assurance that patients of one sex should not know, except by
report, that there are those of the other sex in the hospital." This
testimony, so official and experienced, is full of meaning, and it will be
used by many voices in a wise way to effect a reform.

Pecuniary economy alone has led, in most places, to the present method of
combining insane men and women in the same building. One building of a
determined size, it has been argued, can be more cheaply supported than
two, having together a capacity to accommodate the same number of patients
as the larger one. But, whenever in any population a new hospital must
be erected for increasing numbers, it will not be attended with an extra
expense in supporting it, to appropriate it to one sex, and to remove into
it the patients of this sex from the prior institution.

New ones ordered by a Legislature with an intention to devote each to
one sex, can, from their foundations, be so arranged as to secure the
attaining of many special advantages relating to social parlors, amusement
saloons, reading-rooms, work-rooms, private rooms for interviews between
patients and their near relations, bath-rooms, &c.

The proper locations of the noisy, of the homicidal, and of the dreadfully
impulsive in various ways, so as to prevent them from injuriously
disturbing others, is a serious problem of difficult solution in most
hospitals now in operation. At present, all of the same sex are in the
same wing; and therefore the timid are sometimes much distressed or
excited by the furious we have alluded to. The difficulty of solving the
problem will be almost removed in a hospital for one sex, by placing the
furious at the far end of one wing, and those who would be hurtfully
disturbed by them in the other wing; thereby separating them through the
intervention of the centre building.

The proposed reform will enlarge the liberty and the privileges of
patients, both within the buildings, and outside of them in walks, courts,
or gardens. Females will be exempt from a risk, to which they are now
subject in the best-conducted institutions, of being observed by male
patients and their attendants through windows overlooking the grounds.
Now, excited patients must often be secluded in rooms, or limited to small
courts for air and exercise, to keep them from being seen by the other
sex; whereas these very patients may more than others need daily walks
with their attendants as the surest means of soothing their fury.

Whenever the whole of one wing of a hospital is constructed and organized
for convalescent and timid patients, they can and will be allowed, with
scarcely any inconvenience to the internal government, more frequent and
longer visits from sane and sensible conversers, than are now allowable.
They will then have the benefit of what is much needed, a greater variety
of sane companionship and its healthful influences, than the household,
together with the ordinary restricted visiting, can ever possibly supply.
When these influences are of a wise quality, they are mental medicines of
heavenly value to the many who need them and ought to have them.

MORAL COURAGE.--In an address, entitled Human Happiness--see book
notices--we find the following very straightforward definition and
advice:--

"What do I mean by moral courage? I mean the energy and spirit to say and
do what is right and true, _in a respectful and proper manner_, though it
be unpalatable to some, or apparently against our own interest. I do not
intend you to suppose that I am advising you needlessly to tell all you
know concerning either yourselves or others, but that you should avoid, as
much as in you lies, doing or saying anything which you would be ashamed
to acknowledge, _if necessary to do so_; and then when you have committed
errors and faults towards others, should not hesitate to own and correct
them. Young ladies, this would be moral courage. Do not, I beseech you,
forget what it is, and do not hesitate to practise it, for it is a
beautiful quality; it will always promote your comfort, respectability,
and happiness, and very often your immediate and best interests."

FLOWERS AND THEIR INFLUENCE.--The people of France pay much attention to
flowers, and thus one of their best writers on Education, M. Aimé Martin,
describes the effect of this taste:--

"In all countries women love flowers, in all countries they form nosegays
of them; but it is only in the bosom of plenty that they conceive the idea
of embellishing their dwellings with them. The cultivation of flowers
among the peasantry indicates a revolution in all their feelings. It is
a delicate pleasure, which makes its way through coarse organs; it is
a creature, whose eyes are opened; it is the sense of the beautiful,
a faculty of the soul which is awakened. Man, then, understands that
there is in the gifts of nature a something more than is necessary for
existence; color, forms, odors, are perceived for the first time, and
these charming objects have at last spectators. Those who have travelled
in the country can testify, that a rose-tree under the window, a
honeysuckle around the door of a cottage, are always a good omen to the
tired traveller. The hand which cultivates flowers is not closed against
the supplications of the poor, or the wants of the stranger."

CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATIONS OF YOUNG MEN.--These are becoming the rule in our
cities. We have before us the "First Annual Report" of one formed in
Boston a year or two ago. Why might not similar associations be formed
among the young women? Many a girl from the country has been lost, who
might have lived virtuously, happily, and usefully, had she, when coming
to the city, known friends of her own sex to whom she might have gone for
counsel in her loneliness and sorrows. But these efforts to save young
men will gladden the hearts of mothers and sisters, whose brothers and
sons are gone from the domestic roof out into the dangers and temptations
of the world. We subjoin the opening remarks, or reasons for the
association:--

"The wise and good men of Boston have, in times past, mourned over
many a youth of promise who, fresh from his rural home, has yielded to
the temptations of the city life, whose dangers he knew not of, and
perished. Individual benevolence has done much to avert the evil; but no
adequate remedy was found till _Christian young men_ were banded together
to receive their young brethren from the country and guard them with
Christlike sympathy until they could securely walk amid the dangers of the
city. Such a band is our association."

WOMAN'S RIGHTS--as we have always maintained--entitle her to equal
advantages of education with her brother man. Slowly, but surely, this
idea is gaining favor in the public mind, and men, noble-hearted and wise,
are carrying forward the work of founding institutions for the daughters
of our land. As yet, few of these schools are endowed, none made equal
in efficiency to the schools for the other sex; but still we rejoice to
record every attempt to extend the benefits of instruction to those who
are the heaven-appointed educators of infancy and childhood. Women must be
fitted to educate men; we shall then have goodness and wisdom united. In
the "Female College to be established at Petersburg, Virginia," we hope
these advantages will be provided for liberally. Every college should be
endowed.

BLEAK WORLD.--These two stanzas are worth preserving from a poem which we
have not room for; the author may _hope_:--

    There's not so bleak a place on earth
      Where blossom not the wildwood flowers;
    There's not so desolate a hearth
      But hath its smiling, sunny hours.

    Though dark and drear life's voyage may seem,
      And man without a sun may grope,
    Yet in its darkest hours we dream
      There's smiling in the distance hope.

SLANDER.--We seldom meet with a fearless, out-spoken rebuke of the sins
of the tongue. Those who deal with evil-speaking seem usually afraid of
committing themselves to the charge of an offence similar to that which
they are rebuking. Not so Rev. Henry Steel Clarke, whose "Discourse," of
which the following is a sample, goes straight to its mark as an arrow
from the bow of a strong hand. Our readers will find pleasure as well as
profit in these sentiments; they are accustomed to the language of truth
in our pages, and will not feel the arrow pointed at any who are innocent.
And the guilty, if such there be around our "Table," will read to profit
by the pictures presented, and thank the good clergyman who, from the
seclusion of his study, has breathed words that will reach and interest
the inmates of thousands of homes in every section of our country:--

"Who slanders his neighbor is a--what is he? The signification of the term
SLANDER, according to the best authority, is _to belie_; to _speak falsely
of_. Who, then, slanders another, belies him--lies concerning him. Do not
men forget this when they go about to blacken and vilify the character of
their neighbors? And can they be justified in resorting to it for revenge?
Is not the command, 'Thou shalt not bear false witness,' as binding as
any of the ten? The fact that they can have satisfaction in no other way,
offers no apology. To resort to it only increases their guilt. They thus,
to falsehood, add the indulgence of a wicked spirit of retaliation. This,
when God has said, 'Vengeance is mine.' They are bound, by all that is
sacred and good, to submit in silence, rather than make such attempts to
punish the injurious.

"It is to be remarked here that slanderous reports generally have an air
of truth about them, which make them more prejudicial and hurtful than
if they went in their own native garb. They seem ashamed of themselves.
If they can steal the livery of truth, they hold up their heads and are
sure of passing. Were every slanderous report branded with its own name,
and called, as it should be, a lie, the evil done would be less. But,
going forth with the semblance of probability, under a more specious garb
than that of the direct and downright falsehood, the injury done is often
greater even than that intended by the slanderer. Hence, only aggravated
guilt. Men cannot be too cautious how little they say, which is _true_
against others. Much less can they be too cautious how little they say
which is positively false. Who love to hear themselves speak in this way
will some time have abundant cause to regret their loquacity. Who love to
speak lies may expect to gather fruit accordingly.

"There is another abuse of speech. It is not slander, but very like
it. It has much of its meanness, and partakes of its guilt. They who
indulge in it are the retailers of scandal. Their business argues a very
morbid and sickly state of moral feeling. They are the snatchers up of
inconsiderable trifles, who deal them out with infinite relish. They
are traders in the small ware of slander, who magnify the value of their
wares until they come to believe them real. The practice now referred to
is that of reporting whatever one hears, adding, perhaps, a gloss of one's
own; reporting it not perhaps upon the house-top--he might as well--but
in the ears of others, until it becomes a common topic of conversation.
What is peculiar to this is, that it is generally something prejudicial
to the reputation or interests of his neighbor. To pry into that which
is no concern of mine is mean. To report what I thus see and hear is
contemptible. If this become general, no one is safe. All men would turn
spies and scandal-mongers. No one will be safe, because no one's character
will bear all kinds of exposure.

"Every man has his faults. Add to this that every man more quickly
discovers his neighbor's than his own; then, that he is in a measure
blind to his own, when discovered a beam is in his eye! and that this
blindness is a magnifier to his neighbor's, and you have a sum total of
probabilities, which renders it extremely likely that he who desires
subjects for scandal will have realized his most sanguine expectations.
Says the Latin fabulist, as I have some time read, speaking of the faults
of men, 'Jupiter gives to every man two sacks: one with his own faults,
to be carried on his back; another, with his neighbor's, to hang upon his
breast'--

    'On this account, man never can behold
    His own, but can his neighbor's faults unfold.'

Phædrus knew men. His fable is not all a fable. If not a fact, it casts
the shadow of one. It is easier to unfold the faults of others than our
own. And, if all should delight to do it, none would be safe.

"Then, what a disposition does such practice indicate! How dark a spirit!
What moral obliquity and depravity! No good is intended, none secured.
Should good result, it would be a disappointment to the tale-bearer. No
doubt there is often the appearance of pity for the victim. Many a story
is told with rueful countenance, and protestations of sorrow for the
occurrence, when the teller is secretly exulting in the injury it will do.
'How often does the reputation of a helpless creature bleed by a report,
which the party, who is at pains to propagate it, beholds with much pity
and fellow-feeling, is heartily sorry for it, hopes in God it is not true;
however, as Archbishop Tillotson wittily remarks upon it, is resolved,
in the mean time, to give the report her pass, that, at least, it may
have fair play to take its fortune in the world, to be believed or not,
according to the charity of those into whose hands it may fall.'[11] What
can be more contemptible or base!

"Then the injury that is done. How many reputations are thus ruined--ruin
for which no one is responsible--by men and women, who deal their blows
in the dark, who let fly their Parthian arrows and retreat! How much
mischief is caused to families and neighborhoods by cowardly people, who
skulk behind 'I reckon,' or 'they say,' while they protrude their venomed
tongues covered with the poison of asps! Nay, how are whole communities
often kept in a state of constant and feverish excitement by those whose
tongues should blister with their utterances! And how soon would the fever
be allayed, and the excitement die, and the strife cease, if those 'who
whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows,
even bitter words,' would learn to use aright the power of speech! And
would this accomplish it? The Bible says it would. 'Where there is no
tale-bearer the strife ceaseth.'"

TO CORRESPONDENTS.--The following articles are accepted: "The Match-Making
Mother," "Leaves from the Journal" (we shall use as we have room), "Going
in Search of Impressions," "Imagination and Fancy among the Arabs," and
"The Loss of the Hector."

"The Orphan Boy," a poem, that appeared in the February number, was from
the pen of Robert G. Allison, now residing at Warrenton, N. C. His name
was omitted by mistake.

We have not room for these articles, yet some are well worth publication:
"The Prophecy," "Dreams," "Phædra," "To A----," "A Venetian Elopement,"
"Child's Evening Prayer," "The Poet's Lament," "Sibylline," "All Earth
is Beautiful," "The Coquette," "Godey," "Lines," "Two Scenes in City
Life," "Remien" (will be returned, if the author requests), "Home," "Lost
at Sea," "Sonnet," "The Dying Girl," "Scene in the Garden," "Fancies,"
"Maria," "Musings," "Adieu to my Bower," "Old Forest Tree," "Ida Lofton,"
"Blossoms," "The dirge I hear," "The Bereaved," and "On the Death of two
Children."

The above is a long list. We regret we cannot oblige all our friends, but
the "Book" has its limits. We have heretofore alluded to the number of
elegies and laments of the bereaved sent us for publication, and given
our reasons for declining, generally, such poems. We think the newspaper
circulating most largely in the vicinity of the "loved and lost," is the
most suitable organ for these obituaries of the heart; the merits of the
poetry are of less consequence to the reader who loves the memory of the
dead. Elegiac poetry, when written to express individual grief, should
be addressed to those who can sympathize with the bereaved, not to the
general public, who read to criticize. A number of articles on hand are
not yet examined.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 11: Sterne's Sermons.]

Literary Notices.

BOOKS BY MAIL.--Now that the postage on printed matter is so low, we offer
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From J. S. REDFIELD, 110 and 112 Nassau Street, New York, through W. B.
ZIEBER, Philadelphia:--

MELLICHAMPE. _A Legend of the Santee._ By W. Gilmore Simms, Esq., author
of the "Partisan," "Yemassee," "Katharine Walton," "The Scout," etc.
etc. This is another handsomely printed volume, uniform with the new and
complete edition of the author's works, now in the course of publication.
Judgment has already been passed upon the merits of this romance by
many of the best literary and historical critics of our country. Their
decisions have long since secured to the author, in connection with the
"Partisan," and other and similar productions, the highest reputation
among contemporary writers. It may be justly said of Mr. Simms that no
American author of the same class has ever been truer to the leading facts
of history, or more faithful in the delineation of the original characters
of the actors he has introduced. None has been more successful in blending
the witchery of romance with the patriotic, but often stern and cruel
realities of revolutionary warfare. We have had many romances founded
upon the events of the struggle which terminated in the independence of
the United States, too many of which, we are sorry to say, have been
characterized by inflation of style and exaggerated portraitures--by
improbable and often impossible incidents, and a total departure from the
historic record. Under such extravagances and perversions, we have not
unfrequently seen persons elevated to a heroic and virtuous distinction
in the romance of history, whom the truth of history had consigned to
execration and infamy. We have the comfortable assurance, however, in
perusing the pages of "Mellichampe," and similar works by the same author,
that we have before us the true characters of the persons intended to be
represented, and that the incidents have been faithfully delineated, yet
all admirably woven together in the web of a fascinating romance.

THE DIVINE CHARACTER VINDICATED. A Review of some of the principal
features of Rev. Dr. E. Beecher's recent work, entitled, "The Conflict
of Ages; or, the Great Debate on the Moral Relations of God and Man." By
the Rev. Moses Ballou. Persons fond of religious controversy, and more
particularly those who have read Dr. Beecher's work, will no doubt take an
interest in the "Vindication." This work appears to have been written with
great candor, and equal explicitness, in regard to the religious views of
the author, which differ very materially from those of Dr. B. What will be
the amount of its influence in arresting the "conflict of ages," can only
be conjectured by the effects produced by the controversies of the past.
Theologians, though with the best intentions towards the establishment
and preservation of peace, have been the great combatants in the conflict
which, for ages, has distracted the human mind on speculative questions
of religion, to determine which there has been no appeal but to man's
fallible reason, to his prejudices, to his rashness, and to his spirit of
hatred and persecution--power and might, not charity and good-will, being
in most cases the arbiters. "A better day is coming," no doubt, when the
sad conflict will cease forever. But that better day will have its dawn in
"another and a better world," the beauties of which will be reserved for
those who have kept aloof from the uncharitable warfares of this; and, in
saying this much, we need not be brought into "conflict" with any one.

THE RUSSIAN SHORES OF THE BLACK SEA, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1852: _with a Voyage
down the Volga, and a Tour through the Country of the Don Cossacks_. By
Laurence Oliphant, author of "A Journey to Nepaul." From the third London
edition. This is a very pleasant narrative, containing a great deal that
is interesting in regard to the habits, customs, &c., of a portion of
the inhabitants of Russia, bordering on the Black Sea. The book will
elicit attention at this time, because it relates to a portion of the
empire which must become the theatre of great events, should the war be
prosecuted between it and the western powers of Europe. It is not exactly
the work, however, for the statesman and politician, presenting but few
statistics or practical observations from which reliable conclusions may
be drawn.

THE POETICAL WORKS OF WILLIAM H. C. HOSMER. The poems of Mr. Hosmer
are presented to us in two handsome volumes, respectively of 374 and
376 pages. The greater portion of the first volume is devoted to poems
relating to Indians, the principal among which is "Yonnondio; or, the
Warriors of the Genesee: a Tale of the Seventeenth Century." This poem
was first published in 1844. Most of the shorter poems have, from time to
time, appeared in the magazines and newspapers of the day, and evince not
only the poetic taste and talent of the author, but the soundness of his
moral sentiments, and his natural love of liberty and justice from his
youth up.

MERRIMACK; OR, LIFE AT THE LOOM. _A Tale._ By Day Kellogg Lee, author of
"Summerfield; or, Life on a Farm," and "Master Builder; or, Life at a
Trade." Like all the other works of this author, the volume now before
us, as a literary production, is quiet and unpretending; but it is not
the less true to nature, in its delineations of the hopes, joys, labors,
sufferings, and misfortunes of the class he represents. Their habits,
conversations, and reflections, their moral and religious feelings, their
friendships and their loves, are all drawn in characters true to the life,
and with an easy, fluent power of description that is not often excelled.
In the peculiar line of writing our author has chosen, there is a wide and
interesting field before him. No kind of knowledge will have a greater
tendency to cement the foundations of this republic than a familiar
acquaintance, and its consequent sympathy, with the true life, characters,
impulses, and labors of the various classes who contribute to its support
and defence. To know one another is the best guaranty of union, and in
"union there is strength."

From LINDSAY & BLAKISTON, Philadelphia:--

THE SEPULCHRES OF OUR DEPARTED. By Rev. F. R. Anspach, A. M., Hagerstown,
Maryland. A pure and happy Christian spirit pervades the pages of this
volume, which cannot fail to infuse its genial glow into the hearts of
all who will peruse it with the right dispositions. We believe the work
is calculated to do a great deal of good wherever it may be read, and
will unquestionably awaken a proper attention to the burial-places of the
dead, which, as we know by experience, and by the complaints of newspaper
editors and their correspondents, are shamefully neglected in various
cities and towns of this Christian land.

From C. M. SAXTON, Agricultural Book Publisher, New York, through E. C. &
J. BIDDLE, Philadelphia:--

ELLIOTT'S FRUIT-BOOK: _or, the American Fruit-Grower's Guide in Orchard
and Garden_. Being a compend of the history, modes of preparation,
culture, &c., of fruit-trees and shrubs, with descriptions of nearly
all the varieties of fruits cultivated in this country; notes of their
adaptation to localities and soils, and also a complete list of fruits
worthy of cultivation. By F. R. Elliott. The price of this valuable work,
a handsome volume of five hundred pages, is only $1.50. The author is a
practical man, who, for more than ten years, has been patiently, and, as
he says, pleasantly engaged in the nurturing of trees and noting their
products. Such a book as he has presented the public with will not fail
to secure a ready and extensive sale in every part of the country where
the least attention is paid to the cultivation of orchard fruits, or to
those of the garden; and we feel sure that, in no spot where an "opening"
or a "clearing" has been made, is the cultivation of fruit in some form
or other entirely neglected. But, as it is important in the start to know
the description of fruit adapted to the peculiarities of soil and climate
by which the cultivator may happen to be surrounded, we unhesitatingly
recommend the book to his examination and study.

From LIPPINCOTT, GRAMBO, & CO. (successors to Grigg & Elliot), No. 14
North Fourth Street, Philadelphia:--

TRIALS AND CONFESSIONS OF AN AMERICAN HOUSEKEEPER. Portions of this
handsome volume have been presented to the public in a different form;
but, as a work of amusement, as well as of wisdom, it will not be the less
acceptable on that account in its present shape, and with its numerous
appropriate illustrations. The _trials_ will be found full of instruction
for the inexperienced, and the _confessions_ will probably induce others
to examine their consciences who now think themselves blameless. The last
two chapters contain admirable lessons in regard to the treatment of
servants, and the important duties of a mother to her children.

LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF A COUNTRY MERCHANT. _A Narrative of his Exploits
at Home, during his Travels, and in the Cities._ Designed to amuse and
instruct. By J. B. Jones, author of "Wild Western Scenes," "Adventures of
Colonel Vanderbomb," "The Monarchist," etc. The design of the author has
been admirably fulfilled. The contents of his volume are truly amusing;
and, with regard to the peculiarities of mercantile life, and steamboat
travelling in the West, it presents the reader with numerous instructive
lessons and graphic sketches.

THE WINTER LODGE; _or, a Vow Fulfilled. An Historical Novel._ By James
Weir. This volume is the sequel to "Simon Kenton." Its contents are highly
interesting, being animated descriptions of the early condition of the
western settlement, of the characters and habits of the people, and of
their bloody contests with the Indians.

From BESSEY & CO., Springfield, Mass., for sale by LIPPINCOTT, GRAMBO, &
CO., and T. B. PETERSON, Philadelphia:--

CUT FLOWERS: _a Collection of Poems_. By Mrs. D. Ellen Goodman Shephard.
Edited by J. G. Holland. Many of the poetic effusions of the lamented
author have graced the pages of the "Lady's Book" and the columns of
"Arthur's Home Gazette." To the former work they were always most
acceptable, not so much on account of their fastidious conformity to
rhythmical rules, as for their happy and beautiful metaphors, and for
the instructive lessons they contained; the former drawn from simple
and natural objects, and the latter founded upon the truths of holy
Revelation. We venture nothing by the assertion, that there is not a poem
in this collection that will not meet with the kindest approval, and that
there is not a sentiment expressed that will not find a willing response
in the sympathies of the reader.

From HARPER & BROTHERS, New York, through LINDSAY & BLAKISTON,
Philadelphia:--

A CHILD'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND. By Charles Dickens. Vol. 2. England from
the reign of Henry the Sixth to the Revolution of 1688. We have never
seen the first volume of this history; and, after a short examination of
the second, we think we may venture to say, with all deference to the
great literary reputation of Mr. Dickens, that the style of his child's
history is not very clear, and not always appropriate to the dignity,
the solemnity, or the importance of the events related. In the effort to
reach the comprehension of children, in our opinion, it was not necessary
to relate deeds of injustice, murder, and rapine, however frequent their
recurrence, in an off-hand and careless manner, in indifferent words,
or to refer to them by a sneer or a joke. Such writing may be called
sprightly and easy, but it is by no means calculated to leave a lasting
impression of the baseness and cruelty of the deeds recorded upon the mind
of the youthful reader, or a just detestation of the characters of those
by whom they were perpetrated.

From MILLER, ORTON, & MULLIGAN, Auburn & Buffalo, through T. B. PETERSON,
Philadelphia:--

MINNIE HERMAN; _or, the Night and its Morning. A Tale for the Times._ By
Thurlow W. Brown, author of "Temperance Tales and Hearthstone Reveries."
The evils of intemperance, like the truths of Scripture and morality,
cannot be too frequently or too warmly insisted upon by judicious and
capable speakers and writers. They should be "kept before the people"
continually, as the politicians say, in order, if possible, to awaken
public opinion to a just sense of their enormity. The interest and
importance of the subjects incidentally connected with the discussion
are in no danger of being exhausted at present, and therefore not only
the attention and patience of readers and hearers may be relied on,
but very probably the footsteps of many will continue to be arrested,
as they are starting upon the downward path which leads to poverty,
crime, and dishonor. We are happy to recognize, in the author of the
excellent volume before us, the able editor of the "_Cayuga Chief_," a
popular newspaper published at Auburn, N. Y. Mr. Brown is an ardent and
consistent advocate of temperance, and of the principles of the Maine
Law, as his work will abundantly testify. In his zealous detestation of
intemperance, he draws pictures of distress, misery, and crime, which
sensitive hearts will naturally turn from with abhorrence, hoping, and
even deeming it impossible that such incidents could ever have occurred in
the midst of civilized society. But, alas! in those pictures, revolting
and painful as they are, those who are familiar with the facts and the sad
condition of its victims will recognize in this work the ever-present and
unquestionable results of intemperance.

From D. APPLETON & CO., No. 200 Broadway, New York, through C. G.
HENDERSON & CO., corner of Fifth and Arch Streets, Philadelphia:--

RUSSIA AS IT IS. By Count A. De Gurowski. As everything connected with
the history, power, and resources of Russia will, most probably for some
time to come, form matters of deep interest and inquiry for the public
mind, we may reasonably anticipate a full supply of information, and much
speculation as to her rise, progress, and anticipated destiny. In forming
our own opinions, however, upon any important question, it is not always
safe to rely on the arguments or representations of enthusiasts, whose
imaginations can easily figure out plausible results, because it is the
honest desire of their hearts that just such results should happen. But,
at the same time, we by no means intend that this remark shall apply
to the work under consideration, for it is evidently from the pen of a
statesman and philosopher; and, although the author may be still more or
less of an enthusiast in regard to the destiny of races and empires, his
principles and views are evidently the results of experience, reflection,
and investigation. For nearly thirty years, as he tells us, his existence
has been agitated by the political tempests overwhelming his native land,
as well as other parts of Europe. He appears at one time to have been
an admirer of the power and destiny of Russia. But in his youth he took
an active part in the affairs of Poland, the land of his birth, and,
in 1830-31, was driven into exile because he had participated in the
insurrection of that period. His style is animated and attractive, much
more so than is common in similar works of political inquiry.

CAT AND DOG; _or, Memoirs of Puss and the Captain_. An amusing book for
children, filled with pretty engravings. A very interesting story, quite
philosophical, too, and as well calculated for the perusal of the elder
branches of the family as the younger.

From BLANCHARD & LEA, Philadelphia:--

HISTORY OF OLIVER CROMWELL AND THE ENGLISH COMMONWEALTH, _from the
Execution of Charles the First to the Death of Cromwell_. By M. Guizot.
Translated by Andrew R. Scoble. In two volumes. This work embraces a
period of sixty-three years, the events of which are the most exciting and
remarkable in the history of England. The appendix to each volume contains
valuable historical documents, which, being derived principally from
the French Foreign Office, and now first published, add greatly to the
interest of the work. A new character is given to many of the actors in
that bloody civil war rendering the volumes more worthy and impartial than
many of the histories that have preceded them.

ORR'S CIRCLE OF THE SCIENCES. Nos. 1 and 2 of a series of treatises on
every branch of human knowledge. No. 1 treats of the nature, connections,
and uses of the great departments of human knowledge, by the editor.
No. 2, the physiology of animal and vegetable life. With numerous
illustrations.

From WM. S. YOUNG, 173 Race Street, Philadelphia:--

ODD-FELLOWSHIP EXAMINED IN THE LIGHT OF SCRIPTURE AND REASON. By Joseph T.
Cooper, Pastor of the Second Associate Presbyterian Church, Philadelphia.
With an introduction by the Rev. J. B. Dales, D. D. Second edition. This
work has been strongly recommended by a number of clergymen belonging to
the Presbyterian church.

From GOULD & LINCOLN, Boston:--

THE PRIEST AND THE HUGUENOT; _or, the Persecution in the Age of Louis XV_.
From the French of L. Bungener. In two volumes. The aim of the work is
well defined by its title. Monsieur Bungener, a minister of the "Reformed
Church of Geneva," and author of a very popular work, "The Preacher and
the King," has aimed to exhibit, in a series, the principal religious
aspects of France, from the age of Louis Fourteenth to the close of the
last century. This "Priest and the Huguenot" is the second work in the
series, the "Preacher and the King" being the first, and will be found
very interesting to all who wish to understand thoroughly the causes that
have made and keep France what she is--Roman Catholic and Imperial--when
her people seem made for civil and religious freedom. The translator, a
lady of New York, has accomplished her difficult task with much success.
The "characteristics of the French style of thought and expression" seem
well preserved.

THE RELIGIONS OF THE WORLD AND THEIR RELATIONS TO CHRISTIANITY. By
Frederick Dennison Maurice, M. A., Professor of Divinity in King's
College, London. From the third revised London edition. This work is a
brief analysis of the influential religions of the world, and of the
relations of Christianity with the rest. The author searches out the germ,
that principle in each belief which gives it vitality and power, and shows
the adaptation of that especial truth to the needs of the people who
embraced it, or of the time in which it prevailed. He then shows how far
Christianity can accomplish the same purposes for all in a higher degree.
This work is evidently the result of much study and reflection, and is
written in a most liberal and comprehensive spirit.

THE CHRISTIAN WORLD UNMASKED. By John Berridge, A. M., Vicar of Everton,
&c. With a life of the author, by the Rev. Thomas Guthrie, D. D. This
is a reprint of a work written long ago by a clergyman of the Church of
England, a worthy compeer of Whitfield and Wesley. Its object is to test
the sincerity of the followers of Christ, and it is written in a plain and
searching manner, that leaves the formalist but little room to escape. The
style is animated and familiar, and, though sometimes peculiar, is always
forcible and effective. The sincerity of the writer's belief and the
strength of his mind are evident in every page.

NOVELS, SERIALS, PAMPHLETS, &c.

From T. B. Peterson, 102 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia: "The Fortune
Hunter: a Novel of New York Society." By Anna Cora Mowatt, author of the
"Autobiography of an Actress; or, Eight Years on the Stage," etc. This is
a cheap and very handsome reprint of a popular work, in which some of the
peculiarities of "good society" in New York are freely delineated, leaving
truthful and salutary impressions upon the mind of the reader.

From De Witt & Davenport, New York: "The Secretary; or, Circumstantial
Evidence." By the author of "Heads and Hearts." A very thrilling story,
intended to demonstrate the dangers of circumstantial evidence. Price 38
cents.

From D. Appleton & Co., 200 Broadway, New York, through C. G. Henderson &
Co., Philadelphia: "Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence of Thomas Moore."
Edited by the Right Hon. Lord John Russell, M. P. Parts 7 and 8. Price 25
cents.

From T. Elwood Chapman, Philadelphia: "Human Happiness: an Address
delivered before the Pupils of Sharon Female Seminary." By John H. Bazley.
We have given an extract from this in our "Table," which shows our
appreciation of its merits.

From Beverly Tucker, Washington, D. C.: "Obituary Addresses on the
occasion of the Death of the Hon. William R. King, of Alabama,
Vice-President of the United States." These papers, selected from the
Message of the President of the United States, and the speeches of eminent
members of both Houses of Congress, form a worthy testimonial of the noble
character of the man whose memory they honor. There is a portrait, said to
be a striking likeness of Mr. King, beautifully engraved, adding to the
interest of the book.

Godey's Arm-Chair.

OUR JUNE NUMBER.--END OF THE VOLUME.--No falling off yet. We continue, as
we commenced, the same number, or rather more engravings, and one hundred
pages; and so we shall continue throughout the year.

BILL.--Webster devotes a column of his large dictionary in explaining what
this word means; but the only one that we find applicable, after reading
through the whole, is the following: "Bill, an account of goods sold or
delivered, services rendered or work done, with the price or value annexed
to each article." In fact, the bill which every owing subscriber will find
in this number is a clearer definition than even Webster can give. And now
we shall expect the ladies to stand our friends, as they always have done,
and give their husbands or parents no rest until the same be liquidated.

GIFT LOTTERIES, or whatever they may call them. We observe that some of
these concerns are offering "Godey's Lady's Book" among their prizes.
(The rogues know that the "Book" is a great inducement.) We now wish it
understood that we have nothing to do with these concerns, and are adverse
to having the "Lady's Book" mentioned in their schemes; and we earnestly
advise all persons to have nothing to do with them. Don't purchase their
tickets.

AN ARTIST AT FAULT.--The Philadelphia "Sun" says: "'Godey' for April is on
our table, filled with admirable reading, useful receipts, and information
for the ladies. The embellishments are profuse, and all good but the
'Arrival of the Lady's Book;' the women appear too insensible of the treat
the post-rider is bringing them. We must treat Godey to a daguerreotype
of our family when the 'Book' arrives; such a scrambling and nimble
cutting of leaves as take place on these occasions, would make a spirited
illustration for one of the numbers. Root shall do it up some day, and
then there will be a natural picture, with some point in it."

And depend upon it, friend Wallace, we will publish the picture.

TWENTY-FOUR years and six months, friend "Reveille," have we published
the "Book." Six months more makes our quarter of a century, then for "the
silver wedding." Thank you for your compliment!

WHITE'S BONNET ESTABLISHMENT.--We give in this number nine patterns of
bonnets and boys' caps from this extensive establishment, and we can
truly say that ladies and wholesale merchants will find there fifty other
different styles. Brodie has also again laid us under obligations to him
for the beautiful styles of dress that we publish in this number.

LONG-A-COMING.--Who does not remember this delightful mosquito retreat
in Jersey, so properly named?--for it is so long after you leave the
last watering-place before you reach Long-a-coming. But this is not what
we intended to write about. We intended to say, Long a coming out; that
is, Harry Long and his brother have moved from that dreadful dingy Ann
Street store into a marble palace in Nassau Street. This is a building
worthy of this enterprising house, and, when they get up that new sign,
"Godey's Lady's Book," it will be perfect. We are glad thus to chronicle
the prosperity of H. Long & Brother, which has made it necessary for
them to enlarge their business accommodations, and to render their book
establishment, No. 121 Nassau, one of the most splendid and extensive
depots of books now in the United States.

ANTI-MACASSAR.--The "Evansville Inquirer" says: "We have learned what an
Anti-Macassar is, and are therefore wiser than all other men in town."
That same term puzzled us for a time, and probably an explanation would
not be amiss. It is the tidy that is put on the back of a chair to prevent
any grease from the head soiling the chair. It is an English term, and no
doubt the name was suggested by Rowland, of London, the manufacturer of
Macassar hair oil, as a puff for his establishment.

THE SCHUYLKILL BOATS.--These boats have commenced their delightful trips
on the Schuylkill. There is no pleasanter way of spending a couple of
hours on a hot day than to take a trip up this beautiful river as far
as Manayunk. Strangers should not neglect it; our citizens hardly need
urging. The boats are commodious, and the captains gentlemanly and
obliging.

SUMMER BEVERAGES.--Now is the time for our subscribers to provide
themselves with these excellent and temperance receipts. See advertisement
on cover.

"'ALONE.'--This is the title of a new book, a Virginia book, written by
a young Virginia lady, and treating chiefly of Virginia, which will be
brought out in the best style by Mr. Morris, of this city. Lest the fact
that it is a Virginia book, and the authoress a Virginian, may induce
the Virginia public to lay aside this notice without reading farther, we
will state at once that the literary merits of the fair young authoress
have been approved beyond the waters, and her productions, coming back
with English and French endorsement, will henceforth pass current, as a
matter of course, in American literary circles. _Godey's Lady's Book_,
speaking of a story which she had contributed to its pages, says: 'It may
be interesting to this lady to know that the story of "Marrying Through
Prudential Motives" has been copied from the _Lady's Book_ for March,
1853, into two of the English magazines--recopied into the New York
_Albion_, that professes to give nothing but the cream of the English
magazines, and now, being an English story, will no doubt be published by
half the papers in the United States.'"

We copy the above from the "Richmond Dispatch," and our readers will
remember that, in a late number, we published the _amende_ of the
"Germantown Telegraph," who also copied the story and credited it to an
English magazine. We have another story by the gifted authoress, the first
part of which will be published in our July number, that will convince the
most sceptical that she is one of the most powerful writers of the day.

We have been favored with some of the early sheets of "Alone," and we have
been delighted with their perusal. Our only regret was that we had not the
whole book. We predict a prominent place among the fair writers of America
to the authoress of "Alone." The paper and typographical execution of the
work are a credit to the publisher, Mr. Morris.

OUR PATTERNS.--Ladies do not seem to be aware that these patterns are
_fac-similes_ of the originals in color, trimming, &c. At a distance, they
would be taken for the garment itself. They could be worn in a _tableau_
without being detected.

"PIONEER."--A new magazine from San Francisco. An excellent work, well
printed, and favored with the effusions of Mr. Pipes, of Pipesville, a
most humorous and excellent writer. We exchange with pleasure.

MRS. SHEPARD'S POEMS.--The many friends and admirers of the late Mrs.
Shepard, of Springfield, will be glad to learn that the collection of her
poems, that have been for some time in preparation, has been published by
Bessey & Co., under the attractive title of "CUT-FLOWERS," who now offer
it for sale at their counter, and through their agents. The editor has
presented a brief notice of her life, and an estimate of her literary
character, and, in his selections from her large mass of printed and
manuscript writings, has presented those poems which bear that general
character which is necessary in a volume prepared for the public. The
work is well printed, and well got up every way, and deserves an extended
patronage.--_Daily Republican, Springfield, Mass._

We will answer for it that, if Bessey & Co. have anything to do with it,
it is well done, for theirs is an enterprising firm.

THE third edition of "How to Make a Dress," and the fifth edition of the
"Book of the Toilet," are now ready. We are also able to supply all orders
for our "Gallery of Engravings," at 50 cents each.

THE WORD "SELAH."--The translators of the Bible have left the Hebrew
word Selah, which occurs so often in the Psalms, as they found it; and,
of course, the English reader often asks his minister, or some learned
friend, what it means. And the minister or learned friend has most often
been obliged to confess ignorance, because it is a matter in regard to
which the most learned have, by no means, been of one mind. The Targums,
and most of the Jewish commentators, give to the word the meaning of
_eternally forever_. Rabbi Kimchi regards it as a sign to elevate the
voice. The authors of the Septuagint translation appear to have regarded
it as a musical or rhythmical note. Herder regards it as indicating a
change of tone; Matheson as a musical note, equivalent, perhaps, to
the word _repeat_. According to Luther and others, it means _silence_.
Gesenius explains it to mean, "Let the instruments play and the singer
stop." Wocher regards it as equivalent to _sursum corda_--up, my soul.
Sommer, after examining all the seventy-four passages in which the word
occurs, recognizes in every case "an actual appeal or summons to Jehovah."
They are calls for aid and prayers to be heard, expressed either with
entire directness, or, if not in the imperative, "Hear, Jehovah!" or
"Awake, Jehovah!" and the like, still earnest addresses to God that he
would remember and hear, &c. The word itself he regards as indicating a
blast of trumpets by the priests. Selah, itself, he thinks an abridged
expression used for Higgaion Selah--Higgaion indicating the sound of the
stringed instruments, and Selah a vigorous blast of trumpets.

WE never have "assisted" at one, as the French say; but, from the
description that follows, we should like very well to join a "sugar
party"--a sweet business:--

"MY DEAR GODEY: Did you ever attend an old-fashioned sugar party in the
woods? If you have not, you have missed a pleasant hour, and the enjoyment
of that open-hearted hospitality for which our Eastern farmers are
distinguished. Imagine yourself in a forest of sturdy maples, averaging
from seventy-five to one hundred and twenty-five feet in height, and from
three to five feet in diameter. Before you are two or three large kettles,
hung on a pole, and beneath them is a blazing fire. The kettles are half
full of the amber-colored syrup; and you, with dish and spoon, together
with some fifteen or twenty others, are testing its quality. You enjoy it
heartily, for the parties are all in high spirits, and the woods echo to
the songs that are sung, and the jokes that are perpetrated on all sides.
Around you the violets and arbutus are blooming, and you are induced to
wander away along the paths that wind through the woods in every direction
in search of the flowers that are springing up in their dim recesses. If
you have never attended one of those good old-fashioned sugar parties,
allow me to invite you to visit us another season; and, if you have, you
will be equally welcome.

    "H. L. S."

LE CONTINENT EUROPEAN.--Mr. P. Beaugereau, aided by several of his
countrymen, has begun the publication in our city of a French weekly
newspaper. He looks for patronage not only to the French residents in this
section of the country, but to foreigners and Americans who speak or read
French. We wish him a large share of success!

"MRS. HALE'S COOK-BOOK" we will furnish at $1.25, and pay the postage.
Mrs. Hale's "Household Book" on the same terms.

BACK numbers of the "Lady's Book" can be supplied from January, as the
work is stereotyped.

WE have lost a friend in Philip G. Collins, a member of the firm of T. K.
& P. G. Collins, who print the "Lady's Book." We have been acquainted with
him for many years, and had many opportunities of studying him closely.
Few men possessed a clearer mind, or could better express themselves than
Mr. Collins. His reading was very extensive, and his retention wonderful.
We copy the following notice from the "North American" of this city,
written by one who knew him well:--

"PHILIP G. COLLINS.--The demise of Philip G. Collins, of the well-known
firm of T. K. & P. G. Collins, of this city, has left a vacancy in the
ranks of practical printers among us, which few are competent to fill. His
knowledge of his art was equally intimate and exact. He was, we believe,
one of the founders of the Typographical Society, in the welfare of which
he manifested, to the day of his death, a warm interest. His qualities of
head and heart won the esteem of all who knew him; and his loss will be
deeply regretted, not only by his immediate family, but by a large circle
of admiring acquaintances who partook of his friendship."

IN answer to our friend of the "West Philadelphia Reporter," we must say
that we do not wonder that the mistake is made. He will see that when our
name is set in capitals it does make LOUISA GODEY. But that portrait will
show them that we are not of the same gender as Lingos dulcinea.

    Amo amas, I love a lass,
      As cedar tall and slender;
    Sweet cowslip's grace is her nominative case,
      And she's of the feminine gender.

"GODEY'S LADY'S BOOK.--We have received this beautiful periodical from its
polite and accomplished editor. It is filled with reading matter of the
highest order, and in engravings it surpasses anything we have seen. In
this department it is far ahead of any other American Magazine. Godey is
particularly fortunate in catering for the literary public, and especially
does he please the ladies. In fact, we believe that about three-fourths
(and a _little over_) of his _fair_ subscribers have fallen in love with
'THAT LIKENESS.' (We hope friend G. will not step out of his boots to be
told so.) No lady's table should be without the 'Book.'"--_Tenn. Christian
Universalist._

No! not a bit! For that would detract from our height, and we have
nothing to spare in that respect. We are only sorry that we published our
likeness at that time. It was taken at a season when few subscriptions are
received. Were it taken now, it would be quite a different-looking affair.
The great influx of subscribers for the last six months has made us look
at least ten years younger--and of course brighter.

YES! that very thing has been bothering us, as our friend of the
"Salisbury Banner" says: "How any man that has a wife can live at peace at
home without subscribing for the 'Lady's Book,' passes our comprehension."
And it does ours. We wish they could not.

WE did not think that our "Book" afforded so good a subject for an
alliteration. The "Genesee Flint Whig" says:--

"It is replete with attractions of every kind that a lady's book ought
to possess. Amusement and instruction, fine arts and fashion, music and
model cottages, nouvellettes and needlework, drawing and domestic recipes,
poetry and patterns--are all interspersed with good taste and judicious
arrangement."

CASHMERE SHAWLS.--The great mart for the wool of which these shawls
are made is at Kilghet, which is said to be a dependency of Ladak, and
situated twenty days' journey from the northern boundaries of Cashmere.
There are two kinds of it--that which can be readily dyed is white; the
other sort is an ashy color, which, being with difficulty changed, or
at least improved by art, is generally woven of its natural hue. About
two pounds of either are obtained from a single goat once a year. After
the down has been carefully separated from the hairs, it is repeatedly
washed with rice starch. This process is reckoned important, and it is to
the quality of the water of their valley that the Cashmerians attribute
the peculiar and inimitable fineness of the fabrics produced there. At
Kilghet, the best raw wool is sold for about one rupee a pound. By the
preparation and washing referred to, it loses one-half, and the remainder
being spun, three rupees' weight of the thread is considered worth one
rupee. Shawls are made of various forms, size, and borders, which are
wrought separately, with the view of adapting them to the different
markets. Those sent to Turkey used to be of the softest and most delicate
texture. Carpets and counterpanes are fabricated of the hair or coarser
part of the wool.

"GODEY'S GALLERY OF STEEL ENGRAVINGS.--We are indebted to the publisher of
'Godey's Lady's Book' for Nos. 1 and 2 of these Splendid Steel Engravings.
Over thirty of the finest are neatly done up in each number, and are
furnished for the low price of fifty cents per number--a very pretty
ornament for the parlor."--_Litchfield Inquirer._

HOW TO MAKE DEAF PERSONS HEAR THE PIANO-FORTE.--The instrument should
be opened, and a rod of deal wood provided about half an inch thick,
three-quarters wide, and long enough to reach from the bridge of the
sounding-board to the mouth of the deaf person. If one end of this rod
be made to rest firmly on the bridge, and the other end be held between
the teeth, the softest sounds will be distinctly communicated.--_Musical
Transcript._

A DEFENCE OF STORY WRITERS.--The "Marysville Advocate" says:--

"Godey's Lady's Book has been received; it contains some excellent
tales, that bear a moral on every page. We are at issue with those who
are opposed to this class of reading. Whenever scenes are portrayed that
resemble such as are of frequent occurrence in the world, even should the
narrative be drawn entirely from the fertile imagination of its author,
we approve of its perusal. The reader gleans a knowledge of events from
it, that might otherwise remain a sealed book. Who, for instance, would
ever dream (had they never witnessed them) of the sufferings of widows and
orphans in cities, so graphically and pathetically depicted by that prince
of writers, T. S. Arthur, in his 'Trials of a Needlewoman'?

"'Letters left at the Pastry-Cook's' are written with great _naïveté_, and
display considerable familiarity with human nature."

NEWS FOR THE LADIES.--An extraordinary custom prevails among the Vizres,
a tribe occupying an extensive district in Cabul, among the mountains
between Persia and India. The women choose their husbands, not the
husbands their wives. If a woman be pleased with a man, she sends the
drummer of the camp to pin a handkerchief to his cap, with the pin she
uses to fasten her hair. The drummer watches his opportunity and does this
in public, naming the woman; and the man is obliged to marry if he can pay
her price to her father.

THE "Covington Kentuckian" is responsible for the following:--

"Somebody says 'there ought to be in every well-regulated family at least
one baby, just for the fun of the thing;' so we say of the 'Lady's Book;'
every family ought to have at least one copy, 'just for the fun of the
thing.'"

TO writers in general, and for those of the "Lady's Book" in particular.
We regret that we cannot reply to all the kind letters sending us articles
for insertion, as our time will not permit.

MARRY.--Jeremy Taylor says: "If you are for pleasure, marry; if you prize
rosy health, marry. A good wife is Heaven's last best gift to man; his
angel and minister of graces innumerable; his gem of many virtues; his
casket of jewels; her voice is sweet music; her smiles, his brightest
day; her kiss, the guardian of his innocence; her arms, the pale of his
safety, the balm of his health, the balsam of his life; her industry, his
surest wealth; her economy, his safest steward; her lips, his faithful
counsellors; her bosom, the softest pillow of his cares; and her prayers,
the ablest of Heaven's blessings on his head."

TWO charming women were discussing one day what it is which constitutes
beauty in the hand. They differed in opinion as much as in the shape of
the beautiful member whose merits they were discussing. A gentleman friend
presented himself, and by common consent the questions were referred
to him. It was a delicate matter. He thought of Paris and the three
goddesses. Glancing from one to the other of the beautiful white hands
presented to him, which, by the way, he had the cunning to hold for some
time in his own, for purposes of examination, he replied, at last: "I
give it up; the question is too hard for me; but ask the poor, and they
will tell you that the most beautiful hand in the world is the hand that
_gives_."

CURIOUS EFFECT OF THE CENSUS.--_Punch_, most ungallantly, makes the
following remarks: "One of the most remarkable of the _Results of the
Census_ was its effect on the age of that beautiful production of nature,
familiarly known as the British female. The census had, in fact, the same
sort of operation on the ages of women as a declaration of war would have
on the public funds. Our own cook, who had been familiarly quoted in the
house as upwards of fifty, fell suddenly to thirty-eight, at which she
has nominally remained; but no settling day has been appointed, nor is it
likely that there will be any settling at such a clearly ideal figure."

WE published some time since a statement that cranberries were an
excellent remedy for erysipelas. The "New Haven Palladium" says:--

"We are able to record another case of the complete cure of erysipelas by
the simple application of the raw cranberries pounded fine. The patient
was a young lady, one side of whose face had become so much swollen and
inflamed that the eye had become closed and the pain excessive. A poultice
of cranberries was applied, and after several changes, the pain ceased,
the inflammation subsided, and in the course of a couple of days every
vestige of the disease had disappeared. The case occurred in the family of
one of the editors of the 'Palladium,' and we can therefore vouch for its
truth."

MISS LESLIE'S NEW RECEIPTS FOR COOKING.--T. B. Peterson of this city
is about to bring out a new edition of "Miss Leslie's New Receipts for
Cooking." A very excellent work.

PEACH-STONES.--We acknowledge the receipt of several peach-stones from
that celebrated tree, the fruit of which we chronicled some time since.
They were sent us by our ever-attentive friend, Mr. Andrews, editor of
that popular paper, the "Macon Citizen."

THE following remarks were endorsed on an Augusta, Ga., bank note received
a few days since, in payment for a subscription to the "Lady's Book":--

"I give you very freely, although it is in payment of an unjust debt. The
cheerfulness with which I part with you results from the fact that it will
save me from innumerable duns.

    H. I. P."

"I part with this bill as cheerfully as did Mr. H. I. P. I spend it for
supper, lodgings, and breakfast, at the poorest tavern on earth. I spend
it cheerfully, because it enables me to get away.

    L. C. K."

"And I for hitching my horse to a fence in Pulaski, Tenn.

    W. O. W."

"And I part with you for the best magazine in the world, 'Godey's Lady's
Book.'

    A. D. S."

The following was on a note, Bank of South Carolina, received from the
same person:--

"I part with you freely, as you go to pay for the best magazine in
America, 'Godey's Lady's Book.'

    A. D. S."

YOUNG ladies had better try the following before they say "Yes!"--

If a man waits patiently while a woman is "putting her things on," or
"shopping," he will make a good husband.

WE shall begin to make a stir by and by, about not crediting articles
taken from the "Lady's Book." We can't prevent the English Magazines
from copying without crediting, but we shall certainly take the liberty
of cutting from our exchange any paper that we find doing it in this
country. A Boston paper recently published a story without credit, and
when informed that it was our article, they made the _amende_; but in the
same paper that contained the apology was one of the very best articles we
ever published, "The Fountain very far Down," with the name of the author,
Mrs. Virginia F. Townsend, omitted, and no credit given to the "Book."
Look out, gentlemen, if ---- pay for stories and give you the privilege of
copying them, the least you can do is to give us credit for them.

BIZARRE.--A new volume of this interesting work is now being published.
We do not know who is the editor, but he makes an excellent work. The
publisher is G. A. Correa, No. 232 Chestnut St. The price per annum is $2.

ORDERS for the new fashions continue to pour in upon us. Every one is
attended to and forwarded within two days after its receipt. We have
lately had three orders for lady's wearing apparel, amounting to $275, and
have sent any number of White's bonnets and Mrs. Suplee's patterns.

SCIENTIFIC AGREEMENT.--A California paper tells the story of a showman who
delighted an "appreciating public" with a view of the Mammoth Cave. It was
his custom, as each scene was exhibited, to explain it. When the great
cave came to view, he stepped forward and said: "Ladies and gentlemen,
this is a great phenomenon, indeed the greatest in the world. The learned
of all nations have visited it; but none could agree as to the cause which
had produced it; they all came to this grand conclusion, that it was one
of the most tremendous holes in the ground they had ever seen."

GERANIUMS.

(_From Mrs. Hale's New Household Receipt-Book._)

THE shrubby kinds are commonly increased by cuttings, which, if planted in
June or July, and placed in the shade, will take root in five weeks. They
are the most tender, and when placed out of doors, should be defended from
strong winds, and be so placed as to enjoy the sun until eleven o'clock in
the morning. As the shrubby kinds grow fast, so as to fill the pots with
their roots, and push them through the opening at the bottom, they should
be moved every two or three weeks in summer, and the fresh roots cut off.
They should also be newly potted twice in the summer: once about a month
after they are placed abroad, and again towards the end of August. When
this is done, all the roots outside the earth should be pared off, and as
much of the old earth removed as can be done without injuring the plants.
They should then be planted in a larger pot; some fresh earth should first
be laid at the bottom, and on that the plant should be placed, so that the
old earth adhering to it may be about an inch below the rim of the pot; it
should next be filled up, and the pot slightly shaken; the earth must then
be gently pressed down at the top, leaving a little space for water to be
given without running over the rim; finally, the plant should be liberally
watered, and the stem fastened to a stake, to prevent the wind displacing
the roots before they are newly fixed.

As the branches grow, and new leaves are formed at the top of them, the
lower ones may die, and should be plucked off every week.

Geranium slips should be planted in May, June, or July, taking only the
last year's shoots, from which the leaves must be stripped. When planted,
give them water, and place them in the shade: when they have taken root,
let them have the sun in the morning. The slips chosen for cutting should
not be such as bear flowers; and they should be inserted about half their
length in the earth.

Geraniums, except the shrubby kinds, require shelter from frost only,
and should have free air admitted to them, when the weather is not very
severe. In sultry weather, they should all be watered liberally every
morning, except some few of a succulent nature, which must be watered
sparingly; the latter may be known by plucking a leaf from them. Geraniums
may be watered three times a week, when not frosty, in winter.

DR. R. MONTGOMERY BIRD.--We have been favored with a lithographic portrait
of our lamented friend, and it is the best likeness, we can safely say,
that we ever saw of any person. "It is his image as he lived." The drawing
is by Alfred Newsam; the printing by Duval.

WE found the following beautiful article in the "Rochester Daily
Democrat":--

A GRAVE IN THE DESERT.--The grave of JAMES F. DEWEY, a brother of D. M.
D., of this city, was recently visited by a friend, who found it upon a
knoll, on the bank of a stream, near the village of Rag Town, the first
station west of the Great Desert. The resting-place of our young townsman
was inclosed with a novel description of paling. At this point--the desert
having been crossed, and El Dorado in full prospect--the emigrants abandon
and break up their wagons, and throw aside all heavy lumber, going through
the remainder of the journey light. The wagon-tires that are found there
cast away were set up around the grave, interlocked so as to form a fence,
and about them were twined trace chains, to render it more substantial and
slightly ornamental. In the silence of the plain, by the side of running
waters--the first that gladdens the eyes and soothes the lips of the
emigrant on the other side of the Great American Desert--he sleeps well.
His death was caused by the bite of a scorpion.

PHILADELPHIA AGENCY.

A WORD FROM THE FASHION EDITOR.--We are desired by this lady to mention
one or two things to her patrons; the first is, that sufficient time
must be given her when orders are received to have dresses made. A case
in point has just occurred. A gentleman brought an order to have several
dresses made up. He arrived on Wednesday; they must _positively_ be done
on Saturday following, to be packed with his goods here. Knowing the
impossibility of having the material and trimming purchased, and the
dresses made in that time, the articles and trimmings only were purchased,
and the patterns to make them by were sent. Besides, there were books,
mantle ornaments, &c., to procure. They were all ready and packed on the
day. The gentleman did not call until thirteen days had elapsed, and then
we were desired to send them by express. The dresses could have been made,
if our Fashion Editor had been allowed the thirteen days from the time the
order was received. There is one other matter she wishes us to express:
cheap as articles are in this city, she cannot procure ten dollars' worth
of any articles for five dollars.

Since writing the above, another case has occurred. A lady sent on for
materials for a dress, and the same to be made up. The order and money
were received on Monday. On Wednesday, early in the morning, an order was
received to deliver the dress to the bearer. The people of Philadelphia
are pretty smart; but dressmakers--good ones--are perfect autocrats. They
are like what the lover said of fathers: "they have flinty hearts; no
tears can move them." From one to two weeks is necessary to have a dress
made.

LADIES all, do put the _State_ your town is in when you write.

"Mrs. M. E. C."--Sent apron pattern and music on 21st.

"Miss M. S. G."--Sent all your goods in one large box by Adams's Express
on 22d, and sent you receipt by mail.

"Mrs. J. H."--Sent patterns on 22d.

"Mrs. A. P."--Sent patterns on 22d.

"Mrs. B."--Sent patterns on 22d.

"Mrs. E. C."--Sent patterns on 23d.

"S. E. A."--Sent shawl by Adams's Express 24th.

"Eustatia A."--We have more of your No. 1 inquiry than we can use in three
years. In answer to question 2, our own cotton has entirely superseded
Evans's. Can furnish you at 8 cents a spool. Remittance received and
"Book" sent.

"C. F. B."--Sent materials for dress by Adams & Co. on 25th.

"Mrs. S. J. F."--Sent patterns by mail on 25th.

"A. L. M."--Pronounced _Gódey_; accent on first syllable.

"N. W."--Sent bracelets by mail on 27th.

When information is asked, a stamp must be inclosed to pay return postage.

"A Subscriber," at Fredericksburg, O.--Answer by Fashion Editor: Only
plain colors. Send $1.50, and I will send you a pattern of a dress. The
watch-pocket should be on the left side; they are made plain, as they are
on the inside of the dress, and not seen.

"Miss R. W. T."--Sent patterns on the 27th.

"Miss A. L. O."--Sent brushes by Kinsley & Co. on the 28th.

"Miss A. P."--"Spectator," one volume $2.50, in six volumes $9. Have
nothing to do with eye-cups.

"Miss A. B. H."--Sent two parasols by Kinsley's Express on 28th.

"Mrs. M."--Black velvet.

"Mrs. N. M. T."--Sent jewelry by mail 29th.

"Miss A. H."--Can get at White & Co. any kind of bonnet you may want.

"J. W. L."--Sent patterns and Condor Pen by mail 28th.

"Mrs. J. C. T."--Sent patterns on the 28th.

"M. T."--Sent patterns on the 28th.

"S. E. D."--Sent patterns on the 28th.

"S. F."--Sent gold pen on the 28th.

"S. H. D."--Sent articles by mail on 30th.

"Mrs. J. B. B."--Sent patterns on the 1st.

"Miss S. F. L."--Sent patterns on the 1st.

"Mrs. L. L. G."--Sent box by Adams's Express on 1st.

"H. C. P."--Sent chart by mail on 4th.

"W. L. A."--The two bonnets delivered to Dr. A., April 4, '54.

"Mrs. S. H. A."--Sent bonnet by Adams & Co., April 4, '54.

"J. C. W."--Sent box by Adams & Co. on 5th.

"Miss C. V. J."--Sent box by Adams & Co. on 5th.

"Miss J. H."--Sent needles on the 7th.

"H. E. G."--Sent pattern on the 7th.

"New Bedford."--We were obliged to paste your name on the back of letter;
could not make it out. It is not pleasant, we know; but every lady should
write her name plain, and put before it Miss or Mrs., as the case may be.

"Mrs. C. B."--Sent patterns by Adams's Express on 8th.

"Mrs. T. S. S."--Sent patterns by mail on 11th.

"Mrs. J. C. C."--Sent patterns by mail on 11th.

"Mrs. S. W. B."--Sent patterns by mail on 12th.

"Mrs. D. E. H."--Sent blonde by mail on 12th.

"Mrs. M. T."--Sent patterns and cotton by mail on 13th.

"A. M. M."--Sent patterns by mail on 13th.

"Mrs. M. L. C."--Sent patterns by Adams & Co. on 13th.

"Mrs. J. B. H.," California.--Sent jewelry and patterns by mail on 15th.

"An Old Subscriber," Detroit.--Can you inform us in or about what number
the crochet alphabet was published? Perhaps we can supply you the numbers.
Many thanks for your good wishes.

"Ella H."--We will publish it in our July number.

"A. H. O."--Gold spectacles sent by mail 17th.

"Miss C. L. B."--To engrave and publish the diagram you request will cost
us $50, and we can send you a pattern that will only cost you $1.25.

"Mrs. General P."--Sent patterns by mail on 17th.

No orders attended to unless the cash accompanies them.

All persons requiring answers by mail must send a post-office stamp.

The Borrower's Department.

"_The wicked borroweth and payeth not again._"

THE "Southern Sentinel" says: "We do not see how the ladies can do without
this admirable work." They don't; those who are not subscribers borrow.
It is a fair calculation to suppose that there are at least five persons
who read each number of the "Lady's Book." Now, as we have only 80,000
subscribers, this would make 400,000 readers, 320,000 of whom borrow the
"Book."

"GODEY AGAIN.--'Have you received the Lady's Book for April?' says a lady
friend to us. 'Really,' she continued. 'I _do_ think that GODEY is the
most enterprising and shrewd publisher in the Union. He is always "ahead
of time," and I can hardly wait even then! Will you _lend it to me as
soon as it comes_?' Of course, we wanted to accommodate a friend--and
especially awkward was it to say _no_ to a lady; but we told her that we
wanted to keep them neat and clean for binding, and gently hinted that for
$3 she could get it without being dependent upon the printer! After second
thought, however, we have concluded to lend _this_ incomparable number,
making the borrower promise to immediately subscribe."--_Palmyra Sentinel._

THE "Lawrence Journal" says:--

"We want to raise a club of about one hundred in Newcastle; so please hand
in your names, with the cash, and hereafter don't ask us, or our better
half, to lend it when you can get it for two dollars per annum."

THE "Manheim Sentinel" vows that he will not lend his number. "We have
been already asked by several to lend ours, but our answer is, 'Ladies, we
don't lend Godey.'"

THE "Newark Democrat" is positive. It says:--

"Remember, we can't lend our 'Book.' Godey has interdicted it expressly."

"GODEY FOR MARCH.--We came very near forgetting our old friend and
always welcome visitor, 'Godey's Lady's Book.' Our apology is that the
ladies--bless their precious souls!--took possession of it instanter,
and we have not seen it since. But in subsequent discussions of
matters of feminine delicacy and taste, we have been reminded that
GODEY is the _primum mobile_ of fashion, and the oracle of parlor
conversations. According to the ladies, he is a 'jewel'--with us, he is a
'trump.'"--_Geo. Am. Union._

Chemistry for Youth.

DECOMPOSITION OF WATER.--Take a grain of potassium, wrap it up in a small
piece of thin paper, and introduce it into a test tube, or small phial,
inverted under water, and full of the same fluid. It immediately rises to
the top, and, combining with the oxygen of the water, an equivalent of
hydrogen gas is given off, which expels the water from the tube or phial,
and occupies its place. A lighted match brought to the mouth of the tube
will prove the presence of the hydrogen.

THE ILLUMINATOR AND EXTINGUISHER.--Take three glass jars, of equal
heights, the first containing common air, the second carbonic acid gas,
and the third oxygen gas; plunge, successively, a lighted candle into
these jars, first into that holding common air, then into the carbonic
acid, and, lastly, into the oxygen gas. In the jar containing atmospheric
air, the candle will burn with ordinary brightness; in that filled with
carbonic acid gas, the flame will be instantly extinguished, but the
glowing wick will be relighted in the oxygen, and burn with increased
brilliancy.

MINERAL CHAMELEON.--If one part of the oxide of manganese, and three
parts of the nitrate of potass, be heated to redness in a crucible till
no more oxygen gas be given off (the heat must be very considerable), a
friable green powder is obtained, generally known by the name of mineral
chameleon, from its property of changing color during its solution in
water. If a small quantity of the powder be put into a glass of water,
it soon forms a green solution, when it passes into a violet hue; and
lastly it becomes of a beautiful red color. If put into warm water, the
changes take place more rapidly, and are much more diversified. Mineral
chameleon is a manganate of potass, and it rapidly absorbs oxygen from the
atmosphere. The changes of color that occur are owing to the different
degrees of oxidizement of the metal.

Enigmas.

ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS IN MAY NUMBER.

    16. Eternity. 17. Flea. 18. Prayer-book. 19. A bullet.

ENIGMAS.

                   20.

    I COME from Nova Zembla's coast,
    Greenland's realms of ice and frost,
    Where the Arctic's waters white
    Glisten in the moon's chill light;
    Where the sunbeam's ardent ray
    Burns but for a single day.
    O'er the "living and the dead"
    I my restless course have sped,
    And many a work of woe, I ween,
    Showeth where my flight hath been.
    At a noble's dwelling, rich and high,
    A beggar waited, with downcast eye;
    His timeworn locks were silvery white,
    And he prayed for shelter a single night;
    But the haughty menials within the wall
    Heeded not his weary call.
    I breathed on him with my icy breath,
    And lo! his limbs were stiff in death!
    A pale young mother by want opprest
    Clasped her babe to her aching breast;
    I listened as in accents wild,
    She prayed that God would save her child.
    Then I swept along in the hurricane's play,
    While skylit torches illumed my way.
    With the shade of my measureless wing I embraced
    That mother and child, and they both are at rest.
    I hurried me on in the tempest's black car,
    With the thunder to herald my coming afar;
    I stayed not, nor stopped till I reached the broad main,
    Where I lashed the bright waves till they maddened with pain.
    I call to the clouds; at my voice they arise,
    And ope, at my bidding, the gates of the skies.
    No law have I but to work my will;
    And where is the power that can bid me "Be still?"

                               LUCIA C. PENDLETON.

                 21.

    OF brethren seven
      The youngest by birth,
    But, favored by heaven,
      I'm chiefest on earth.

    I'm regarded with love
      By my friends good and wise,
    And am honored above
      Every crown 'neath the skies

    There's a charm in my name,
      All so radiant and pure,
    That my canonized fame
      With the world must endure.

    Such a glory I shed
      Upon each mundane scene--
    On the dungeon of dread,
      Or the court of the queen.

    The fair landscape I gild
      For contemplative eyes,
    As all nature seems filled
      With a radiance they prize.

    My six brothers, in twin,
      May bring riches and pleasure,
    But in me you'll discern
      That unparalleled treasure--

    That alleviates care,
      That reanimates labor,
    And man's peace should repair
      With his God and his neighbor.

                   22.

    A WARRIOR and a man I am,
      And gallant fame have I;
    Yet my humanity's a sham,
      For I neither live nor die.

Receipts, &c.

DOMESTIC RECEIPTS.

    EGGS AND OMELETTES.

TO CHOOSE EGGS.--In choosing eggs, hold them to the light; if they are
clear, they are fresh; if they are thick, they are stale; if they have
a black spot attached to the shell, they are worthless. Eggs should be
new, or not more than twenty-four hours old, when they are stored, else
their flavor cannot be relied on. The safest mode of choosing them is by
holding them to the light of a candle. Unless an egg is perfectly fresh,
it is unfit for any purpose. Bought eggs ought always to be suspected;
therefore, let an earthen pan be kept with charcoal or lime-water to put
them in. The longer they are kept in it the better they will be, as these
waters destroy must, and even corruption. You may try the freshness of
eggs by putting them in a pan of cold water. Those that sink the soonest
are the freshest. Eggs may be preserved a short time by putting them in a
jar of salt or lime-water, with the small ends downwards. The salt should
not afterwards be used. They may be preserved several months by greasing
them all over with melted mutton suet, and wedging them close together in
a box of bran. The small ends always downwards.

TO KEEP EGGS FOR WINTER USE.--Pour a full gallon of boiling water on two
quarts of quicklime and half a pound of salt; when cold, mix it into an
ounce of cream of tartar. The day following put in the eggs. After the
lime has been stirred well into the boiling water, a large part of it will
settle at the bottom of the vessel, on which the eggs will remain. Keep
them covered with the liquor, and they will keep for two years.

TO BOIL EGGS TO EAT IN THE SHELLS, OR FOR SALADS.--The fresher laid the
better; put them into boiling water; if you like the white just set, about
two minutes' boiling is long enough; a new-laid egg will take a little
longer; if you wish the yolk to be set, it will take three, and to boil it
hard for a salad, ten minutes. A new-laid egg will require boiling longer
than a stale one, by half a minute.

POACHED EGGS.--The beauty of a poached egg is for the yolk to be seen
blushing through the white, which should only be just sufficiently
hardened to form a transparent veil for the egg. Have some boiling water
in a teakettle; pass as much of it through a clean cloth as will half fill
a stewpan; break the egg into a cup, and when the water boils, remove the
stewpan from the stove, and gently slip the egg into it; it must stand
till the white is set; then put it over a very moderate fire, and as soon
as the water boils, the egg is ready; take it up with a slice, and neatly
round off the raged edges of the white; send it to table on bread toasted
on one side only, with or without butter.

TO POACH EGGS IN THE FRYING-PAN.--Put very little butter, oil, or top-pot
into the frying-pan; break the eggs gently into a deep cup, of the size
the egg is to be of, sometimes smaller, sometimes larger; with a quick
slight turn of the hand, turn the cup over with the egg into the pan, and
leave the cup upon it, and continue to turn over the cups till all the
eggs are put in; the fire must be very slow. When the first egg has taken,
raise the cup a little to ascertain it. They must be done very slowly,
otherwise the under part will be overdone. Dress them over parsley,
spinach, or on toasted bread.

CUPPED EGGS.--Put a spoonful of very nice high-seasoned brown gravy into
each cup; set the cups in a saucepan of boiling water, and, when the gravy
heats, drop a fresh egg into each cup; take off the saucepan, and cover it
close till the eggs are nicely and tenderly cooked; dredge them with very
fine mace, or nutmeg and salt. Serve them in a hot-water plate, covered
with a napkin.

ŒUFS BROUILLES.--Break four or six eggs; beat them and put them into a
saucepan with a piece of butter, a little salt, and a spoonful of sauce
or gravy, which makes the eggs softer; stir them over the fire until
sufficiently thick; serve on a plate garnished with toasted bread. To
eggs dressed in this way, ham, mushrooms, &c., minced, may be added. The
difference between this and an omelette is, that an omelette is compact
and turns out smooth, whereas _œufs brouillés_ are less done, and are,
therefore, broken. In Ireland, where it is in general use, it is usually
served upon hot buttered toast, and is there called "buttered eggs." It is
also very common in France, where it is usually served for breakfast.

_Or_: Butter a dish well, and sprinkle it with salt; then break the eggs
very carefully, so as not to disturb the yolk; add a little more salt, and
some white pepper; melt a small quantity of butter, and pour it gently
over, with one or two spoonfuls of cream. Put the dish over a slow fire,
and finish the eggs by covering them with a red-hot shovel.

SOUFFLE FRANCAISE.--Put into a stewpan one ounce of butter; when melted,
add two table-spoonfuls of flour; stir them well over the fire, so
that the flour be thoroughly cooked, but not colored; add by degrees a
wineglass of boiling cream, and four times that quantity of boiling milk;
work it quite smooth, take it off the fire, add four yolks of eggs, sugar
to palate, a grain of salt, and a table-spoonful of orange-flower water;
whip up strongly the whites of eight eggs, mix them lightly in the batter,
put the whole into a soufflé-dish, and bake for an hour. The flavor of
this souffle may be varied according to fancy, omitting the orange-flower
water, and substituting either vanilla, curacoa, noyeau, maraschino,
chocolate, coffee, &c.

A COMMON OMELETTE.--From four to eight very fresh eggs may be used for
this, according to the sized dish required. Half a dozen will generally be
sufficient. Break them singly and carefully; clear them, or, when they are
sufficiently whisked, pour them through a sieve, and resume the beating
until they are very light. Add to them from half to a whole teaspoonful of
salt, and a seasoning of pepper. Dissolve in a small frying-pan a couple
of ounces of butter; pour in the eggs, and as soon as the omelette is well
risen and firm throughout, slide it on to a hot dish, fold it together
like a turnover, and serve it immediately. From five to seven minutes will
fry it.

A SWEET OMELETTE WITH PRESERVE.--Beat up four eggs with a little salt; add
sugar; fry the omelette in fresh butter, make a half pound of preserve
liquid by shaking it in a little water over the fire; spread half upon
the omelette, double it up, and pour the remainder over the top.

FRENCH OMELETTE.--Beat up four eggs with a table-spoonful of milk, a
little salt and pepper; put two ounces of fresh butter in the pan, and let
it remain for five minutes; beat the eggs for the same time; pour them
into the pan, and let them remain quiet for a few minutes, taking care to
separate the omelette gently from the bottom of the pan with a fork; now
shake it to keep it from burning at the bottom. It will not take more than
five minutes in cooking. Chopped parsley, shallot, or grated ham may be
added.

THE SICK ROOM AND NURSERY.

FAINTING.--In cases of fainting, apply to the nostrils and temples
some spirits of compound spirits of ammonia, and give a few drops in a
wineglass of water inwardly.

LINSEED TEA.--Pour a quart of boiling water on one ounce of linseed,
bruised, and half an ounce of sliced liquorice-root; let it stand in a
covered vessel near the fire four or five hours; then strain.

CHILBLAIN LOTION.--Mix two ounces of sal-ammoniac with a pint of water.

TO MAKE BARLEY-WATER.--Well wash two ounces of pearl barley; boil it a
few minutes in half a pint of water, which is to be thrown away; then add
four pints of boiling water; keep it boiling till two only are left, and
strain. A small quantity of lemon-juice may be added.

WORM POWDER.--Take of rhubarb and jalap, each fifteen grains, and mix with
them four grains of calomel; take in honey.

THE NAUSEOUS TASTE OF MEDICINE PREVENTED.--By chewing aromatic substances,
such as orange or lemon-peel, cloves or other spice, before taking
medicine, little or no taste will be perceived. The mouth can also be thus
prepared beforehand by a peppermint lozenge, or even a lump of sugar.

The Toilet.

ALMOND PASTE.--Half a pound of bitter almonds; two ounces of raisins,
stoned and well pounded in a mortar till they become quite a paste. Add a
small wineglassful of French brandy, and rather less than half a glass of
fine sweet oil. Beat it well, and put it in a pot for use.

LAVENDER WATER.--One pint of the best rectified spirits of wine, one ounce
of oil of lavender, one teaspoonful of ambergris, and half an ounce of
bergamot.

FOR CHAPPED HANDS.--Mix a quarter of a pound of unsalted hog's lard, which
has been washed in common and then rose-water, with the yolks of two
new-laid eggs and a large spoonful of honey. Add as much fine oatmeal or
almond-paste as will work it into a proper consistence, and rub in well
before going to bed.

A GOOD DENTIFRICE is equal parts of powdered myrrh, chalk, and orris-root.

THE black spots on the face are occasioned by obstructions in the skin.
Rubbing well with soap and flannel is better than the application of
spirit. Pressing on the spots firmly with the spill of a watch-key will
sometimes cause the black marks to come out. Friction will prevent their
occurring, as they are occasioned by languid circulation and a want of
frequent scrubbing. In such a state of the skin, frequent warm bathing
would be beneficial.

MANAGEMENT OF THE FINGER NAILS.--According to European fashion, they
should be of an oval figure, transparent, without specks or ridges of any
kind; the semilunar fold, or white half-circle, should be fully developed,
and the pellicle, or cuticle which forms the configuration around the
root of the nails, thin and well defined, and, when properly arranged,
should represent as nearly as possible the shape of a half-filbert.
The proper management of the nails is to cut them of an oval shape,
corresponding with the form of the fingers; they should not be allowed to
grow too long, as it is difficult to keep them clean; nor too short, as it
allows the ends of the fingers to become flattened and enlarged by being
pressed upwards against the nails, and gives them a clumsy appearance.
The epidermis, which forms the semicircle round the nail, and adheres to
it, requires particular attention, as it is frequently dragged on with
its growth, drawing the skin below the nail so tense as to cause it to
crack and separate into what are called agnails. This is easily remedied
by carefully separating the skin from the nail by a blunt, half-round
instrument. Many persons are in the habit of continually cutting this
pellicle, in consequence of which it becomes exceeding irregular, and
often injurious to the growth of the nail. They also frequently pick under
the nails with a pin, penknife, or the point of sharp scissors, with the
intention of keeping them clean, by doing which they often loosen them,
and occasion considerable injury. The nails should be cleansed with a
brush not too hard; and the semicircular skin should not be cut away, but
only loosened, without touching the quick, the fingers being afterwards
dipped in tepid water, and the skin pushed back with a towel. This method,
which should be practised daily, will keep the nails of a proper shape,
prevent agnails, and the pellicles from thickening or becoming rugged.
When the nails are naturally rugged or ill-formed, the longitudinal ridges
or fibres should be scraped and rubbed with lemon, afterwards rinsed in
water, and well dried with the towel; but if the nails are very thin, no
benefit will be derived by scraping; on the contrary, it might cause them
to split. If the nails grow more to one side than the other, they should
be cut in such a manner as to make the point come as nearly as possible in
the centre of the end of the finger.

Centre-Table Gossip.

COSTLY CHINA.

HAVING seen much of primitive districts ourselves, where "china" is known
as crockery, and dinner sets are "dishes," we can tell how incredible it
will seem to some of our more remote readers, when we tell them there is a
single set in our city now on sale, at the price of two thousand dollars.
The cost of a small farm swallowed up in one set of dinner dishes, liable
to breakage, too--more liable than less precious ware. We quite agree with
a favorite handmaid, to whom the advertisement was read--

"La, ma'am, I shouldn't like to have the washin' and handlin' of 'em."

Imagine the ease with which the possessor of this treasure would preside
over his table, with his property at the mercy of careless or hurried