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lead me, I pray, where never shallop's keel
Brake the dull ripples throbbing to their caves; Where the mailed glacier with his armed heel Spurs the resisting waves!
Paint me, I pray, the phantom hosts that hold
Yet, while I look the magic picture fades;
Trees, rales, and cliffs, in sparkling snows arrayed, Diasolre in sllrery rain.
Without, the day's pale glories sink and swell
Over the black rise of yon wooded height; The moon's thin crescent, like a stranded shell, Left on the shores of night.
Hark I how the north wind, with a hasty hand
Rattling my casement, frames his mystic rhyme. House thee, rude minstrel, chanting through the land Runes of the olden time!
THE POET OF TO-DAY.
BY GRACE GREENWOOD.
Weat siren-joys from thy high trust hath won thee,
Oh Poet of to-day 1—thou still unheard,
And the roused world is waiting for thy word I
Why llngerest thou amid the summer places,
'Hid verdurous shadows, lit by fairy faces,
There have thy fiery thoughts and hopes betaken
Thy life to quiet gliding, lest it waken
The rudest wind which comes where thou art lying,
Hay scarcely set the mournful pines a-sighing,
Arouse I look up, to where above thee tower
Regions of being grander, freer, higher,
E'en as of old, in thunders and in fire.
Then stray no longer In the valleys rernal—
Sunshine and tempest—scale the heights eternal,
From those far summits shall thy thought's clear voicing pall like the sweep of torrents on the world;
Thy lays speed forth, exultant and rejoicing,
Ah, when the soul of ancient song was blending
Twas like the wine drank on Olympus, sending
It brought strange, charmed words and magic singing,
Young loves their flight through airs ambrosial winging, And dark-browed heroes arming for the fight—
The trumpet's " golden cry,"—the shield's quick flashing— The dance of banners and the rush of war—
Death-showers of arrows and the spear's sharp clashing— The homeward rolling of the victor's car!
But ah! in all that song's heroic story
Hod sad Humanity one briefest part? Sounds through the clang of words, the storm, the glory,
One sharp, strong cry from out her bleeding heart?
But unto thee the soul of song is given
Oh Poet of to-day! a grander dower
In holier beauty and in larger power.
To thee Humanity her woes revealing,
Would make thy song the voice of her appealing,
While in her season of great darkness sharing,
Which climbs the midnight of her long despairing,
Whererer Truth her holy warfare wages,
Sound like a prophet-warning down the ages,
But bring not thou the battle's stormy chorus,
Not war's hot smoke to taint the sweet morn o'er us,
Oh I let thy lays prolong that angel-singing,
Girdling with music the Redeemer's star, And breathe God's peace, to earth " glad tidings" bringing
From the near heavens, of old so dim and far.
BY JOHN 8. DU SOLLE.
"Le poete eat homme par les sans,
Homme par la douleur!
L'argile perissable oQ tant d'ame palplte,
Thou dark-eyed, pensive, passionate Child of Song 1
By the world's crowd unnoticed, 'mid the throng
Of the rude tempest are not half so strong
So venturing sunward, that the flashing eye
Kindle to Madness and to Idiocy I
To hideous blindness fall, and tenfold night I
Stop I whilst the ruby fount of Life Goes bubbling onward, hurtless, through thy vein?;
While yet the glorious, but capricious strife Of Being is uncertain: while the stains
That Sin and Sorrow rust into the soul
Stop! whilst to Memory earth is still so dear—
Whilst Hope still smiles at thy so-frequent call,
Beckon thy spirit to their sunny homes I
Stop! if thou'dbt live.
Or, hath Life left for thee
No charms, that thou its last, terrific scene
Can It be
That the world nothing hath thou'dst care to win?
Its peopling millions? its gigantic chain
Where the big-orbed Sun? the blue-veiled sky, With its magnificent, diamond-glistening train Of ever-burning stars?
It may not be,
(Thou fond Idolater at every fane
Where beauty lingers), may not be that thou Hast treasured up Earth's precious things, till now Thou deem'st it vain to turn,
Some unfamiliar object to discern;
Her loveliest features unregarded go I
Stop!—I conjure thee—
Bid the Muse away!
Her fatal gift cast from thee or resign,—
And her proud mandate heed not nor obey 1 E'en now thy brow hath Sorrow's pallid sign—
Thine eye, though bright, is like the flickering ray Of " a stray sunbeam o'er some ruined shrine"— Lighting up vestiges, almost divine,
In sad, yet dimly-beautiful decay.
Thy cheek is sunken, and the fickle play Of the faint smile that curls thy parted lip,
Hath something fearful in it, though so gay— A something treacherously calm and deepSuch as on sunny waters seems to sleep
When, hid beneath some passing shadow's gray,
The subtle Storm-Fiend watches for bis prey!
Stop! melancholy youth:
Wooing the while
Stop! ifthou'dst live then-
Thxrr is ■0 little that is decidedly new In the European world of fashion, that even the 'Monlteur de la Mode* finds opportunity to amuse its readers with delineations of extravagances for the Carnival, holiday costumes of the peasant girls of Ischia, and the little maidens of Cauz. In consequence of this dearth of novelty, we are unable to give this month our usual number of figures of costumes. There are, however, indications of much activity and great changes for the future. It is said, for instance, that waists are to be made quite short, and that skirts are to fit tight upon the hips. The Moniteur, in mentioning this change as one of the on dits of fashionable society, alludes to the hardihood and boldness of the Innovation, and says, that it will not yet say that it is fully determined upon. Meanwhile the high, close corsages continue in vogue. Robes of rich heavy material, such as brocade, damask satin and velvet, are almost universally made with the corsage open in front en coeur, and high behind; the opening being filled with a rich chemisette of lace.
Dress robes are generally much ornamented with trimming, for which purpose much use is made of application of velvet and chenille. Sleeves, which are made easy at the top, should bo open and very large below, with fiots of lace and other trimmings, widening as they fall upon the hand. This aristocratic fulness is much in favour, being rightly considered to give tho hand a genteel and neat appearance.
Beaver bonnets for morning wear are fashionable at pre* sent, of the colour called Ourm&U, trimmed with a pretty nceud above of the same colour. The Inside is lined with white and trimmed with noeuds of white, mixed with velvet epingle of the same colour as the bonnet.
Bonnets of demi-toilettes are all made of oither satin or velvet epingle, with bands of satin fixed upon the crown and cape. The under-trimming is a mixture of velvet and ribands.
For the afternoon, rich bonnets of velvet, black, dark bine, deep garnet, Ac., are fashionable, ornamented with a very small bird on each side, without other trimming. Blond and ribands intermingled form the under-trimming.
Visiting bonnets are of velvet epingle of light colours, such as
Figure 1. ffcdf Dress Home ToiLsttt,—Cap of white tulle, forming somewhat of the Mary Stuart point upon the forehead, and bordered all round with ruches of tulle, four rows in front but only two on the back part. On each side are neeuds, two orange and two violet, which extend to the temples and cover the ears. These noeuds are very swelling, and made of two puffs of orange above, and two of violet below, before and behind a contracted middle; they are arranged In such a manner as gracefully to enclose the face. Two wide brides, one orange and the other violet, are crossed upon the crown, and two long ends fall behind.
Redingote of dark Scotch velvet. Corsage high behind, open in front with revere, and with short skirts extending but little below the waist These skirts, which are merely prolongations of the front of the corsage, are finished
HALT DBK8S HOME TOILETTE.
square above the hips. Sleeves large at the bottom and gathered into two puffings by three bands. The revere on the front of the corsage and of the j u pe, and also the bands on the sleeves, are trimmed with a galon of violet velvet stamped with dark designs. At the middle of the corsage, and of the jupe, are seven stages or degrees of noeuds Louis XIII. composed of this galon, wound upon itself and fixed by buttons of oxydated silver, and sleevelettes of lace and collared chemisette of the same.
Figuke 2. Young Lady's Full Dress.—Coiffure In short bandeaux; on one side a hunch of Rose Acacia falls over the hair and a little upon the cheek; on the other Is a
nctttd & coqtux, or eggshell noend, and two long ends of delicate green taffetas riband.
Robe of white taffetas, spotted with little bunches of flowers. Corsage rounded and full, like that of a little girl, tailing away a little, plain in front, but gathered near the shoulders, the gathers extending to the front of the waist. Sleeves short, rather wide and gathered up at the sides by a noeud of green riband. Smooth embroidered chemisette appearing above the corsage,
Fionas 3. Ball Cbtfume,—Coiffure composed of roses and rosebuds, forming a diadem around the front part of the head, with mixed tufts of foliage and buds falling over the cheeks, and reaching almost to the shoulders.
Robe of rose-coloured crepe Out, trimmed with puffings of crepe lisse and flowers. Corsage tailing away a little in the middle, of three pieces; waist long. Berthe closed
Fir,. 3. BALL COSTUME.
with a large bunch of roses, and broidered all ronnd with a puffing, with swellings upright rather than horizontal. The uppermost skirt is bordered with a similar puffing, but twice as wide. On the left side the skirt is slit to nearly half its height, the gap being bordered with traverse puffings decreasing from bottom to top; at the top of the opening is a row of rosebuds, passing thence to the hips and gradually diminishing in size as they ascend. On the right the skJrt is not opened, but festooned by a bunch of roses, which curb its fulness. The under skirt is long and bordered by a puffing twice as wide as that on the upper one, and passing all round. The arrangement of this trimming is very prettily graduated. That on the short sleeve being narrow, that on the corsage twioe as wide, and so doubling until that on the lower skirt is eight times as wide as that on the sleeves.