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I should have said, had not the current of Jan's disasters run too strong upon me, that his wife's parents were dead, and died without giving her any token of reconciliation; a circumstance which, although it cut her to the heart, did not quite cast her down, feeling that she had done nothing but what a parent might forgive,-being, all of us, creatures alike liable to err, and demanding, alike, some little indulgence for our weaknesses and our fancies. The brother was now sole representative of the family, and, knowing the generosity of his nature, she determined to pay him a visit, although in a condition very unfit for traveling. She went; her brother received her with all his early affection in his house her first child was born; and so much did she and her bantling win upon his heart, that, when the time came that she must return, nothing would serve but he must take her himself. She had been so loud in the praises of Jan, that he determined to go and shake him by the hand.

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It would have done any one good to see this worthy mountaineer setting forth; himself firmly seated on his great horse, his sister behind him, and the brat slung safely on one side, cradled in his corn-hopper. It would have been equally pleasant to see him set down his charge at the door of Jan's new house, and behold with wonder that merry minikin of a man, all smiles and gesticulations, come forth to receive them. The contrast be

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tween Jan and his brother-in-law was truly amusing. He a shadowlike homunculus, so light and dry that every wind threatened to blow him before it; the bergman with a countenance like the rising sun, the stature of a giant, and limbs like an elephant. Jan watched with considerable anxiety the experiment of his kinsman's seating himself in a chair the chair however stood firm, and the good man surveyed Jan in return, with a curious and critical air, as if doubtful whether he must hold him in contempt for the want of that solid matter of which he himself had too much. Jan's good qualities, however, got the better of him. "The man is a man," said he to himself, very philosophically, "and as he is good to my sister, he shall know of it." So, as he took his departure, he seized one of Jan's hands with a cordial gripe, that was felt through every limb, and into the other he put a bag of one thousand dollars! "My sister shall not be a beggar in her husband's house; this is properly her own, and much good may it do you!

I need not prolong my story. The new tailor soon fled before the star of Jan's ascendancy. Jan was speedily installed in the office of Mayor of Rapps, in his eyes the highest of all earthly dignities; and, if he had one trouble left, it was only in the reflection that he might have obtained his wishes years before, had he better understood the heart of a good woman.

THE LATEST FEMALE FASHIONS. EXPLANATION OF THE PRINT OF THE FASHIONS.

FIG. I.

FASHIONABLE HEAD-DRESSES.

EVENING DRESS.-HALF LENGTH.

A DRESS of white gaze de Lyon, corsage uni, cut low and square, and trimmed round the bust with a triple fall of tulle arranged à revers; a fourth fall stands up round the bust. Sleeve formed of a single

bouffant, and terminated by a manchette of embroidered tulle. The hat is of lavender bloom crape. The brim wide but not very deep. It is trimmed on the inside with a nœud and coques of green gauze ribbon, and a very large nœud of ribbon is placed in front of the crown.

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closer than is generally worn, is ornamented on the inside with coques of rose-colored gauze ribbon lightly striped with black. Knots composed of ends only, and intermixed with sprigs of roses, decorate the crown. The strings tie in a full bow under the chin.

FIG. IV.

DINNER DRESS.-HALF LENGTH.

A gros de Naples gown; the The corsage is color vert de Saxe. made high and plain behind, but partially open and disposed in folds on the bosom. The upper part of the sleeve is extremely wide, but it is confined near the wrist by two bands placed at regular distances, which form the fulness into a bouffant. Chemisette of white blond net. It falls over the corsage of the dress, and is trimmed with blond lace; it is rounded behind, and forms a point in front. The hat is of white crape; the brim edged with a ruche of tulle, and the crown trimmed with nœuds of white gauze ribbon, lightly fringed at the edges.

THE GATHERER. "Little things have their value."

THE high strain of moral reflection with which Browne closes his Treatise on Urnburial, affords passages of splendid eloquence that cannot easily be equaled. for example

"There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things. Our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors'. To be read by bare inscriptions, like many in Gruter; to hope for eternity by any metrical epithets, or first letters of our names; to be studied by antiquaries who we were, and have new names given us like many of the mummies, are cold consolations unto the students of perpetuity, even by everlasting languages.

"The night of time far surpasseth the day-who knows when was the æquinox? Every hour adds unto that current arithmetic, which scarce stands one moment. -Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory a great part even of our living beings. Who knows whether the best of men be known or whether there be not more re, markable persons forgot than any that

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stand remembered in the known account of time?-The sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state, after death, makes a folly of posthumous memory. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature."

Dr. Gooch.-In the autumn of 1822, Gooch made a tour through North Wales; and on his return passed a day in the company of Dr. Parr, at Warwick. They had previously met in London; and Gooch afterwards gave an account of these two interviews in a lively paper, which was printed in Blackwood's Magazine, and entitled Two Days with Dr. Parr. On this occasion, when speaking of the different professions, and relative advantages and disadvantages of each, Parr said the most desirable was that of physic, which was equally favorable to a man's moral sentiments and intellectual faculties. One of the party reminded him of his first interview with Dr. Johnson. "I remember it well," said Parr; "I gave him no quarter,

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-the subject of our dispute was the liberty of the press. Dr. Johnson was very great: whilst he was arguing I observed that he stamped; upon this I stamped. Dr. Johnson said, Why do you stamp, Dr. Parr? I replied, Sir, because you stamped; and I was resolved not to give you the advantage even of a stamp in the argument.' Concatenation.-In 1765, a young man, who had just terminated his course of theology at the seminary of Avignon, went to Paris, where he had not a single acquaintance. On his journey, he fell in with two youths, who, like himself, had scarcely attained their twentieth year. One had studied the law, the other was already an M.D. They mutually interchanged an avowal of the projects and hopes which drew them towards the capital. "I," said the scholar of Hippocrates, "wish to be Member of the Academy of Science, and Physician to the King." "I," resumed the student of Bartholus, "wish to be Advocate General," and "I," said the student of Avignon, " wish to be Chaplain to the King, and one of the Forty Members of the French Academy." If our young heroes had not been alone in the carriage, every other hearer would have laughed at their imprudence, and pronounced all these fine projects so many castles in the air; but, how ignorantly of the chances of human life! The young physician was afterwards Dr. Portal; the young advocate became the celebrated M. Treillard; and the young student rose to a scarlet hat as Cardinal Maury!

The Orange Tree-may be considered as one of the graces of the vegetable world, uniting in itself a multiplicity of charms. It is a tree of handsome growth, with polished evergreen leaves of the most elegant form, a profusion of beautiful and fragrant flowers, and a wholesome and delicious fruit, cased in gold, which has inspired the poets with a thousand exquisite images. Yet, not satisfied with all these perfections, it insists upon yet further provoking the genus irritabile, by possessing them all at once; the delicate white blossoms breath ing out their sweetness upon the very cheeks of the glowing fruit. Such is the beauty of the tree; ask the feverish invalid if its benevolence be not yet greater.

Truth, or a Fact.-A gentleman much in the habit of story-telling, (in its best sense,) had acquired a habit also of prefacing his narrations with, "Now I'll tell you a fact;" but unfortunately, whatever degree of credit his friends were inclined to afford to these "facts," it was invariably destroyed by his winding up his tales with one prefaced thus :-" But now, do listen, for now, I assure you, I am going to tell you a REAL fact!"

Highland Quarter. - A Highlander, whose regiment, having been surrounded, had cut their way out with the broad sword, with the loss of half their number,

being the last in retreating, and highly chafed, was stopped by a forward Frenchman returning from the pursuit, who charged him with his bayonet, but soon finding the disadvantage of his weapon, cried_out,

66 quarter! Quarter ye," said Donald, "te muckle teefil may quarter ye for me! Py my soul I'fe nae time to quarter ye; ye maun e'en pe contentit to be cuttit in twa!" making his head fly from his shoulders.

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Beautiful Remark.—A venerable gentleman lately conversing with a friend upon religious topics, said, "I have no time to pray." Ay, sir?" replied the other, gravely, and with an ominous glance of reproof, "does the world and its affairs yet occupy so entirely your thoughts and time? No, no," rejoined the good old man, "heaven forbid ! but I have not time to pray, because it is all occupied in thanksgiving!"

An original Idea.-A line frequently quoted by writers of every calibre, and yet which it would probably puzzle most of them to find in the modern poets, occurs in the works of Sir W. Jones, and is considered to be strictly that rara avis in literature-an original idea :— "Go boldly forth, my simple lay, Whose accents flow with artless ease, Like orient pearls at random strung; Thy notes are sweet, the damsels say, But oh! far sweeter if they please The nymph for whom these notes are sung."

LITERARY NOTICES.

THE distinguished American novelist, Cooper, has a new production in three volumes in the press, under the attractive title of "The Watch." New editions are preparing of his popular novels of "The Prairie," and "The Borderers."

Mrs. S. C. Hall, the author of "Chronicles of a School Room," is preparing for the press a volume, entitled," Anecdotes of Birds."

An Authentic and Impartial Narrative of the Events which took place in Paris on July 27, 28 and 29, with an Account of the Occurrences preceding and following, is in preparation.

The Churchyard Lyrist, consisting of Five Hundred original Inscriptions for Tombs, is preparing for the press.

The Monthly Libraries and similar publications, i. e. such as are produced periodically and contain much matter at a cheap rate, are becoming, even with all their numbers, more popular than ever. Since the new Waverley Novel series commenced, about fifteen months ago, above 300,000 copies have been sold, and nearly 100,000l. been paid for them by the public!!!

Sir Walter Scott is engaged on a continuation of Tales of a Grandfather: the new volumes are to be taken from French history, and are looked for at Christmas, or soon after.

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ENGLISH MAGAZINES.

THIRD SERIES.] BOSTON, NOVEMBER 15, 1830.

[VOL. 5, No. 4.

A DAY AT WINDERMERE.

OLD and gouty, we are confined to our chair; and occasionally, during an hour of rainless sunshine, are wheeled by female hands along the gravel-walks of our Policy, an unrepining and philosophical valetudinarian. Even the crutch is laid up in ordinary, and is encircled with cobwebs. A monstrous spider has there set up his rest; and our still Study ever and anon hearkens to the shrill buz of some poor fly expiring between those formidable forceps-just as so many human ephemerals have breathed their last beneath the bite of his indulgent master. 'Tis pleasant to look at Domitian-so we love to call himsallying from the centre against a wearied wasp, lying, like a silkworm, circumvoluted in the inextricable toils, and then, seizing the sinner by the nape of the neck, to see the emperor haul him away into the charnel-house.

But we have often less savage recreations: -such as watching our bee-hives when about to send forth coloniesfeeding our pigeons, a purple people that dazzle the daylight-gathering roses as they choke our small chariot-wheels with their golden orbs-eating grapes out of vine-leaf-draperied baskets beautifying beneath gentle fingers into fairy net-work graceful as the gossamer-drinking elder-flower frontiniac from invisible glasses, so transparent in its yellowness seems the liquid radiance-at one moment 19 ATHENEUM VOL. 5, 3d series.

eyeing a page of Paradise Lost, and at another of Paradise Regained, for what else is the face of her who often visiteth our Eden, and whose coming and whose going is ever like a heavenly dream! Then laying back our head upon the cushion of our triumphal car, and with half-shut eyes, subsiding slowly into haunted sleep or slumber, with our fine features up to heaven, a saint-like image, such as Raphael loved to paint, or Flaxman to embue with the soul of stillness in the life-hushed marble. Such, dearest reader, are some of our pastimesand so do we contrive to close our ears to the sound of the scythe of Saturn, ceaselessly sweeping over the earth, and leaving, at every stride of the mower, a swathe more rueful than ever, after a night of shipwreck, did strew with ghastliness a lee sea-shore!

Thus do we make a virtue of necessity-and thus contentment wreathes with silk and velvet the prisoner's chains. Once were we

long, long ago-restless as a sunbeam on the restless wave-rapid as a river that seems enraged with the rocks, but all the while in love "Doth make sweet music with th' enamel'd

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strong as a steed let loose from Arab's tent in the oasis to slake his thirst at the desart well-fierce in our harmless joy as a red-deer belling on the hills-tameless as the eagle sporting in the storm-gay as

the "dolphin on a tropic sea"- and midnight, the face of Ourself, "mad as young bulls "-and wild or of Windermere. as a whole wilderness of adolescent lions. But now-alas! and alacka-day! the sunbeam is but a patch of sober verdure-the river is changed into a canal-the "desart-born" is foundered-the reddeer is slow as an old ram-the eagle has forsook his cliff and his clouds, and hops among the gooseberry bushes the dolphin has degenerated into a land-tortoisewithout danger now might a very child take the bull by the hornsand though something of a lion still, our roar is, like that of the nightingale, most musical, most melancholy" and, as we attempt to shake our mane, your grandmother -fair subscriber-cannot choose but weep!

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It speaks folios in favor of our philanthropy, to know that, in our own imprisonment, we love to see all life free as air. Would that by a word of ours we could clothe all human shoulders with wings! Would that by a word of ours we could plume all human spirits with thoughts strong as the eagle's pinions, that they might winnow their way into the empyrean! Tories! Yes! we are Tories. Our faith is in the Divine right of kings,-but easy, my boys, easy-all free men are kings, and they hold their empire from heaven. That is our political philosophical-moral-religious creed. In its spirit we have lived-and in its spirit we hope to die-not on the scaffold like Sidney -no-no-no-not by any manner of means like Sidney on the scaffold -but like ourselves on a hair mattress above a feather-bed, our head decently sunk in three pillows and one bolster, and our frame stretched out unagitatedly beneath a white counterpane ! But meanwhilethough almost as unlocomotive as the dead-in body-there is perpetual motion in our souls. Sleep is one thing, and stagnation is another as is well known to all eyes that have ever seen, by moonlight

Windermere ! Why, at this blessed moment, we behold the beauty of all its intermingling isles! There they are-all gazing down on their own reflected loveliness in the magic mirror of the air-like water, just as many a holy time we have seen them all agaze, when, with suspended oar and suspended breath-no sound but a ripple on the Naiad's bow, and a beating at our own heart-motionless in our own motionless bark-we seemed to float midway down that beautiful abyss, between the heaven above and the heaven below, on some strange terrestrial scene composed of trees and the shadows of trees by the imagination made indistinguishable to the eye, and as delight deepened into dreams, all lost at last, clouds, groves, water, air, sky, in their various and profound confusion of supernatural peace! But a sca-born breeze is on Bowness Bay; all at once the lake is blue as the sky; and that evanescent world is felt to have been but a vision. Like swans that had been asleep in the airless sunshine, lo! where from every shady nook appear the white-sailed pianaces ! For on merry Windermere - you must know-every breezy hour has its own Regatta !

But intending to be useful, we are becoming ornamental; of this article it must not be said, that "Pure description holds the place of sense ". therefore, let us be simple, but not silly, as plain as is possible without being prosy, as instructive as is consistent with being entertaining, a cheerful companion and a trusty guide.

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We shall suppose that you have left Kendal, and are on your way to Bowness. Forget, as much may be, all worldly cares and anxieties, and let your hearts be open and free to all genial impulses about to be breathed into them from the beautiful and sublime in nature.

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