think or care for his. There on a chair lay Tempest's hat and | like face of the child to his breast-the child, in her dimpled, cloak; she stretched her hand toward them. waxen beauty, with torn, yellow curls, and the opal in her "Thank God!" she cried, in a voice sharp with pain; "it is bosom. And on the wet sands knelt that frantic woman, and even as I thought-he is here!" plucked the great gem from its resting-place, and saw that it Kane stood overwhelmed at sight of her; then the whole was no longer more than any pebble of the beach. All its perplexity of his position rushed upon him in full force. costly color was gone-all its wonderful, shifting lights. The "Great Heaven! Agnes, you here-on such a night," he mysterious life fettered in the burning heart of the stone had stammered. flown with that in the little breast on which it lay. The Luck She sank into a seat. She was dripping wet, and colorless of Weir had shone its last forever. from fatigue or excitement, or both. "No platitudes," she answered. "You know what has brought me, and I know that you know it. I have followed my child, and she is here under your roof." "Mrs. Tempest—that is, Miss Weir-let me ask one question -are you alone?'' "No," she answered, with a flash of her great fierce eyes. "There are officers without; I have come to take her, as you shall know, at all hazards." Then she leaned over, and clutched his arm with frantic hands. "Gilbert, Gilbert! if you ever loved me-oh, you tremble at that!-have pity on me now! I have followed him tirelessly for days-such terrible days! Where has he hidden her? Tell me tell me, for without her I must die!" He shook with violent agitation. 66 'Agnes, I can do nothing. Why do you entreat me-why do you come to me? Have you forgotten that Tempest was my more than brother?'' "I come because you are the last friend I have on earth?" she answered; "because I am heart-broken, desolate, and have no hope and no existence but in my child. What! can I not move you? Are you, too, merciless? Gilbert, Gilbert, look on me-pity me, for the old love's sake!" "And her father," shivered he, "your late husbandvengeance do you seek upon him?" She dashed her clinched hands into the air. "None !-oh, God, none! I ask only to have her in my arms again. I will take her without a word, without a question, and go in peace." Kane sat in utter silence, his head bowed on the table. She cast herself on her knees before him. 'If you ever loved me," she moaned-"if you ever loved me, Gilbert, give me my child!'' He staggered to his feet at last, and flung open the door of the bedroom. "Should you ask for my soul," he cried, "I could not withhold it!" And then, in a loud, bitter voice, "Tempest, come forth-you are betrayed!" he called. No answer-no movement. Kane snatched the candle, and rushed into the room. The bed was empty. A window opening seaward was flung up, and the rain dashed through in torrents, but father and child were gone. "He heard our voices," gasped Kane, "and made off while there was time. Did you say the house was guarded? God grant he may do nothing desperate; he was nearly beside himself." She glanced wildly around the empty room, at the dinted pillows, at the open window, and then, without word or sound, fell fainting at Kane's feet. Outside the cottage, Kane found his skipper and the two officers on guard in front and rear. "He could not have passed us," the latter said, "without discovery. He must have dropped from the window down the She cast the opal from her, and, with one awful shriek, flung herself forward upon the dead. "Eric!" she shrieked-"Eric, come back! come back, and forgive me!" And overhead the reluctant day broke through tears; and Gilbert Kane, longing to lie there in his place, with smiling lips and passionate heart at rest, stood beside her on the groaning beach, and lifted a dumb, white face to Heaven. Many years after-so many that a heart less constant could never have borne to await the issue-the deep, deep passion of this man's life found its reward at last. THE SHORTEST WAY HOME. "THE shortest way by half a mile- Is up the road, across the stile, And through the meadow. Shall we try it?" My love and I walked arm in-arm, We found so many things to say, We spoke about (but, goodness knows The crops, the harvest, and the nation. The paradox that Love proposes? It seems as long as length can make. The road to Fame is never brief, The way to Wealth is dull and dreary: Nay-one that leads through care and strife steep side of the bluff to the beach. Might he not, finding WHAT SHOULD BE WORN, AND WHAT SHOULD NOT. himself beset, have put off for the mainland by boat?" "On such a night?" gasped Kane. "God forbid! Follow me, all of you." And down the bluff he tore, and found the boat-house door wrenched from its hinges and creaking in the wind, and the boat gone! FROM THE TABLETS OF A PARISIAN LADY OF SOCIETY. BEAUTY and fashion are at the seaside this month. Let us, therefore, note a few of those fantaisies which are more freely admitted in fashionable watering-places than anywhere else. To begin with lingerie, the new colored collars and cuffs are exceedingly pretty; but the colors should be tastefully selected as a good match or contrast to the dress; this is an important point in the economy of the toilet. But all this dainty-colored He lay washed up in sand and seaweed, clasping the flower-lingerie is of quite négligé a style. With elegant toilets, it is The dawn was breaking in the wild east-the disastrous night rolling off in tatters of cloud, and an easterly gale chopping the sea into curds, when, in a hollow of the shore below, Agnes Weir came to her own again. with plaited flounces cut on the cross. For muslin, the looped-up tunic is extremely becoming, with the half-fitting casaque, with scalloped basque, fastened round the waist with a sash, the long and wide lapels of which fall at the back as low as the edge of the tunic. exchanged for parures of fluted muslin, prettily trimmed with | striped materials look well made up into polonaise, and trimmed lace, and which are put on over the open corsage of the dress. These parures are of various shapes; some are rounded, some pointed, others square, and others again scalloped-out, or spiked strips of colored ribbons are often run in the light bouillons of clear muslin, and bows are added as a finish. With the open sleeves of Summer dresses, bouffantes under muslin sleeves are required, trimmed with bouillons and flutings, edged with Valenciennes or Bruges lace. The fashionable saut de lit is made of white or écru cambric, or piqué, trimmed with guipure to match, or with a number of narrow flounces, trimmed either with work or with Valenciennes lace. They are made in the shape of a long paletot, open all the way down in front, and to which is added a short pelerine, trimmed to match. The same model, of white cr red flannel, is very useful for the bath. As for the robe de chambre, which is much more of a dress since ladies allow themselves to be seen in it of a morning, it is made in two different ways. If the material is at all thick, the loose princess shape should be adopted, with trimmings put on lengthways and buttoned down the front. But for muslins and other light materials the full, ample shape, with Watteau drapery at the back, looks infinitely better, and should by all means be preferred. Now, as to costumes for the country or seaside, the first to be mentioned are those of satin, cambric, organdy, or muslin. The chintz-patterned materials require looping-up in the Louis XV. style, the blouse, or the Watteau tunic; Dresses of black grenadine are of great service for dinners and soirées in the country. Made up with a tunic which can be worn either with a long or short black silk skirt, it is sufficient to compose truly elegant toilets; a sash and bows of very wide, handsome-colored ribbon give a tasteful finish to a dress of this description. For more dressy toilets, gauze de Chambery should be selected ; though for the very young the white muslin dress, richly CONNIE LADY ANN OF DUNDEE.-PAGE 147. trimmed with lace, over a slip of colored silk, is still the most exquisite of all dresses. In mantles, we see the short MacFarlane, or the double collet, of lightcolored fancy cloth, trimmed with wide biais of black faille, or of white cashmere cloth, edged with either black or maroon velvet and dentelle delaine; both these models are equally suitable to wear over the light costumes, which are not always sufficiently warm of an evening by the seaside. A very tasteful walking costume, suitable for the town or beach at pleasure, is of Russiangray chaly, with satin pipings of a darker shade. The first skirt is trimmed with a gathered flounce, headed with three scalloped-out borders, piped with satin; the second skirt is fully plaited at the back, looped-up at the sides, A more dressy toilet, suitable for driving en équipage, is of | Chine, falls over this skirt; it is looped-up behind with flutings light claret-colored faille. The half trained skirt is trimmed of satin, disposed in the shape of a fan; the extreme edge of the half way up with a very deep plissé. The second skirt, or, rather, the short dress, is made in the princess shape; it falls plain in front, and is looped-up at the sides under a rich fall of lace, while at the back the heavy folds of the dress are fastened up by a large bow of wide faille ribbon, one shade darker than tunic is finished off with handsome lace, headed with a bouillon of light-blue tulle, over which are fastened a number of Louis XV. bows, edged with fringe. The bodice opens into a point in front over a small gilet, cut low and square, of blue satin, fastened with enameled buttons. The sleeves were made with double sapots of crêpe de Chine and lace, headed with a tulle | grenadine, falling as a vail at the back; above this, a wreath of bouillon, and satin bow at the bend of the arm. A costume for the races is composed of a skirt of bluish-green faille silk, trimmed with seven narrow pinked-out flounces, and a Louis Quinze blouse of black silk, trimmed with black ruches, and with white lace. Sleeves à sabots. Another is of pale-gray toile de laine, trimmed with blue silk. The skirt is trimmed down the front with several bands of blue silk, put on in the shape of an apron, and coming down as far as the heading of a flounce which goes all round the skirt. The second skirt is open in front, and divided into three parts. The side-pieces are draped with large bows of blue silk, and the back-piece is cut square, and falls much lower down. It is trimmed round with a fluting and biais of blue silk. The toilet is completed by a small jacket, or casaque, with square-cut basques, edged with blue silk. Wide sleeves, trimmed to match. A pretty toilet for the beach is of a different style; it is of batiste écrue and violet silk; the skirt is ornamented with two gathered flounces, scalloped-out, and worked in broderie Anglaise; above each flounce comes a wide strip of insertion, also in broderie Anglaise, and edged on either side with a narrow fluting of plain white muslin. The second skirt is trimmed en tablier with strips of insertion in broderie Anglaise and muslin flutings. The casaque is open, to show a gilet of richly embroidered lingerie; it is lined with violet silk, and trimmed round with an embroidered frill, edged on either side with a narrow muslin fluting. Let us now turn to indoor toilets. First, here is one of foulard delaine, trimmed with nasturtium-colored silk. The white skirt is train-shaped, and looped-up at the sides over a plaited underskirt of nasturtium-colored silk; it is ornamented with a deep flounce, disposed in hollow plaits, which show a lining of the colored silk, and above which a ting is fastened on by a silk biais, edged with black lace. The bodice is open, and prettily trimmed with a silk drapery and bretelles of black lace. The sleeves, of a new style, have a puffed-out bouffant, with crevés of colored silk; the remaining part is tight-fitting, with revers of silk, edged with narrow black lace. Also a dress of Pompadour chaly, over a skirt of plain black silk. The dress forms a sort of tunic, raised into a puff at the back, and then falling in full soft folds; it is trimmed all round the edge with a fluting of black silk. A black belt is fastened in front with an agraffe of old silver. We have noticed a new fabric, manufactured with the bark of a tree; this material, called swatoo, is very useful for traveling costumes. We saw one of a dull shade of gray, with a skirt trimmed with three rows of wide passementerie braid one shade darker. The second skirt was fastened straight down the front with very large passementerie buttons. All the fullness was thrown to the back; this second skirt was edged with deep woolen fringe and braid to correspond with that on the other skirt. The bodice had square basques and wide sleeves, trimmed to correspond. rose-buds, continued in trailing branches over the hair. On one side, an aigrette of full-blown roses with buds. Another rice straw bonnet, with turned-up border, bound with light-blue silk; torsade and strings of blue faille. Ou one side a branch of tea-rose buds, with three trailing branches of unequal lengths, forming a cache-peigne. A Watteau bonnet of Leghorn straw, lined with pink silk, trimmed with a large bow of black velvet in front and with a bunch of blue corn-flowers and rose-buds at the side. A bonnet of fine Brussels straw, with turned-up border, covered with mauve tulle and blonde; scarf of mauve tulle, fastened in a large bow behind, and forming strings in front; a bunch of white pinks at the side, and one of those widely spread-out drooping feathers, called weeping-willows, over the crown. Hats are no less varied. Here is one of white rice-straw, with bows of black velvet piped with cerise silk, forming a cache-peigne behind; torsade of black velvet and cerise ribbon round the crown ; on one side, double bow of velvet and ribbon, fastening on a bunch of wild red roses and black hedge-berries. Another, of black straw, is shaped like a toque in front, with edge doubly piped with velvet and faille. The crown is trimmed round with bright blue ribbon, vailed over with black lace, which falls into a full drapery at the back. Black feather at the side, and small blue wing put on as an aigrette. The lace may be brought forward so as to form strings in front, thus turning the hat into a bonnet. And a white straw hat, wreathed round with blue periwinkles and their glossy foliage; loops of blue ribbon are put on in a double row round the crown, and a feather aigrette at the side. In spite of the jacket-bodice which forms part of many of our Summer costumes, the sash is still very fashionably worn. It completes both the morning and the evening costume. Wide faille sashes, either black or colored, are worn of a morning, with peignoirs of white muslin, or of batiste écrue, and the evening toilet would not be complete without the wide sash of silk, or of fringed-out crêpe de Chine, elegantly draping up the dress, and loosely tied rather low down on one side of the skirt. Crêpe de Chine bows, edged with fringe, or lace, are also considered very stylish, both as cravats and for the coiffure. Gloves are worn exceedingly long, with the open sleeves now in vogue. They have as many as ten, twelve, and even fourteen buttons. Pale-straw and rose-color are favorite shades for kid gloves. JAPANESE JUGGLERS. legerdemain and jugglery, and among their greatest triumphs THE Japanese excel every nation in their marvelous feats of Here they are really astounding. are their performances in the art and science of equilibrium. Garnier relates that he has seen these jugglers on a pole twelve feet long balance another acrobat who, on a pole of about the same length, balanced a pig, which remained perfectly motionless, so well had he been trained. Among the coquettish indoor jackets introduced this season, we must mention a model of black silk, very richly trimmed with light-blue faille. This jacket is fitted to the waist, and has small coat-lapels behind, while in front and at the sides it is edged with black silk loops of graduated length, piped round COSTUMES OF BUFFOONS DURING THE BOAT-FEASI with blue. The bodice has a collar and revers of blue faille; three are no sleeves, but only epaulettes of the same color. Bonnets do not much alter in shape, but are made in different styles. A Charlotte Corday chapeau is of black lace, and has a curtain. It is trimmed in front with a diadem of beautifullyshaded foliage, finished off with a spray of butter-cups. A rice-straw bonnet, of a round and very high shape, is trimmed round with a double torsade of ribbon of two shades of blue. A spray of white narcissus and shaded blue feathers complete the trimming, while a blue gauze vail falls at the back. An elegant Leghorn bonnet, with narrow, sloped border, is simply trimmed with large loops of rose-colored faille, and a gauze vail of the same color. AT BARSAK. ONE of the great feasts at Barsak, a kingdom on the Cambodia, is the Heua Song, or Feast of Boats, celebrated at the end of the inundation as a homage of gratitude to the river for fertilizing the land. It begins generally in October, and attracts people from all parts of the country. Boat-races on the river are the great feature of the third day, and the most interesting. These boats, some of them eighty feet long, are manned by from fifty to sixty men, each bearing the colors of some village or pagoda. Buffoons, their heads concealed in a grotesque mask, dance frantically among the rowers, exciting their ardors by the chants and taunts. The crew replies by regular cries. THE man who can be nothing but serious, or nothing but A rice-straw bonnet is trimmed round with a scarf of black merry, is but half a man. THE CATARACT OF KHON. THE cataract of Khon, in Chin-India, though not possessing the lofty falls of Zambesi, or Niagara, is one of imposing grandeur and picturesqueness. It is situated in the midst of a fertile country, and rushes past trees and high shrubs. Lieutenant Garnier speaks in high terms of the kindness he and his companions received from the governor, or mandarin, as he was called. His daughter, of whom the artist of the expedition mide a sketch, was a very intelligent girl; and if we may judge by the portrait, with very prepossessing features. With great generosity, the mandarin offered her in marriage to the lieutenant, who was obliged to decline the flattering proposal, alleging that he had a wife in France, a reason which seemed to both father and daughter a very insufficient one. BONNIE LADY ANN. THERE'S kames o' honey 'tween my luve's lips, Her breasts are lapt in a holie vail, What lips dare kiss, or what hand dare touch, The honey lips, the creamy loof, Or the waist o' Lady Ann? She kisses the lips o' her bonnie red rose, But nae gentle lip nor simple lip Maun touch her ladie mou'; But a broidered belt wi' a buckle o' gowd Her jimpy waist maun span; Oh, she's an armfu' fit for Heaven, My bonnie Lady Ann! Her bower casement is latticed wi' flowers, Tied up wi' silver thread, An' comely she sits in the midst, Men's longing een to feed. She waves the ringlets frae her cheeks, Wi' her milky, milky han', And her cheeks seem touched wi' the finger o' God; My bonnie Lady Ann! The morning cloud is tassel'd wi' gowd, Like my luve's broider'd cap, An' on the mantle which my luve wears Her bonnie ee bree's a holie arch, Cast by no earthly han', An' the breath o' God's atween the lips O' my bonnie Lady Ann! I am her father's gardener lad, And poor, poor is my fa'; My auld mither gets my wee, wee fee, My lady comes, my lady goes Wi' a fu' an' kindly han'; Oh, the blessing o' God maun mix wi' my luve, THE FATE OF SAPPHO. POETS of all ages have sung the hapless fate of the Lesbian poetess, who threw herself from a rock on the island of Lesbos, in a fit of sorrow, caused by the desertion of a Grecian youth named Phaon. The exact year of her birth is not known, but she seems to have been alive 568 B. C., as appears from Herodotus. Some have declared her suicide to be a mere fiction; but as women even at the present hour die for love, we do not see why they should not have done so twenty-five centuries ago. With the exception of one complete ode, another nearly complete, and some fragments, the poems of Sappho have perished; but what we possess is sufficient to justify the admiration of the ancients. Byron celebrates her in his famous ode "The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning Sappho lived and sung.' BETWEEN THE TRAINS. Ir really requires a power of brains Was in dreadful affright At Mrs. Burke's ball, where the trains of the ladies Stretched nearly as far as from Biscay to Cadiz. At last he got fixed In a manner so mixed, That he longed for the wings of that emblem of love Which makes us all geese, though the creature's a dove. If he went to the right, He trod in full sight On the gros de Naples train of the lovely Miss Bright; And if to the left, That fair bride, Mrs. Kleft, Would possibly be of some yards quite bereft SCISSORS! HE snows of January had melted anl vanished under the influence of the February thaw. Far and near tidings came of streams over-full and bridges swept away. The sere, yellow meadows assumed a tint of just perceptible freshness as the sun lifted the shining vails of moisture from their surface; all things seemed preparing for the Spring. St. Valentine's Day dawned with a pink, cloudless sky, an air filled with Summer warmth and balm; flocks of birds fluttered and chirped; the trees were alive with song. "We shall pay for this," severe people said, as they shook their experienced heads. But no shadow dimmed the radiant morning to little Molly Gale, as she woke from her slumbers, smiling like a child. And why should she not smile? Long pink rays streamed through the blinds, and tinged the wall opposite. A new day had begun -a day which was sure to be beautiful; and Molly, fortunately for herself, was neither old enough nor wise enough to comprehend that dreary alchemy which distills the atom of bitter from the ounce of sweet, and, groaning over the unpalatable drop, leaves the rest untasted and forgotten. "Valentine's Day," she said, half aloud, as she smoothed the last long curl, and laid down her brush. No chance for valentines here in the country, but I'll try my fate out of the window, any how." So, wrapping her dressing-gown closer, she went across the room, and opened the window. The curtains hung in long, heavy folds. She parted them, and, shutting her eyes tight, said the old rhyme : "Good St. Valentine, list to me: Three times she repeated the spell; then, popping her pretty head out, she opened her eyes wide. At first, half blinded by the dazzling day, she saw nothing. Then a figure became visible a long way off up the road. "There really is somebody," thought Molly, with a certain surprise. A passer-by was not by any means a thing of course in that quiet region. Her curiosity was aroused. "How funny he looks," she meditated. "What's that he's got with him? -a bicycle? No; I don't think it's a bicycle. What is it? He's coming directly here, too." |