kind. The prettiest are those that have the caul made to set nearly close to the head, and a double row of blond lace of a light pattern set on without much fulness in front; the trimming is turned back by a wreath of the flowers of the double blossomed peach, placed so as to descend upon the bair: a light, but rather high knot of cut ribbon is placed upon the caul near the summit of the head; the ends of the knot descends in a twisted rouleau to the ears, where they are attached to the trimming, and generally left to flow loose over the shoulders.

Fashionable colors are the same as last month, with the addition of two shades of brown, the one of the palest kind, the other a little darker, and a new fancy color between lilac and rose.

CHIT-CHAT..

MR. KEAN. This truly original and eminent actor died at his house at Richmond, on the 15th of May, 1833, and his funeral took place at the old church, Richmond, on the 25th. The last scene was most imposing. By an early hour in the morning the town was nearly filled with persons from the metropolis, and as the day advanced the crowd became so dense that it was almost difficult to move about. At three o'clock, the procession, which had been previously arranged, began to move. The pall-bearers were Messrs. Macready, Brabam, Harley, W. Farren, Dunn, (the Treasurer of Drury-lane Theatre) and Cooper. The chief mourner was Mr. C. Kean, supported by Mr. Sheridan Knowles and Mr. Lee, Mr. Kean's Secretary. A great number of gentlemen connected with the theatrical and literary world followed in procession. -Mr. Charles Kean was greatly affected as the corpse of his parent was lifted from the tressels to be removed from the apartment in which he breathed his last, and when it was brought to the door, in full view of the immense crowd that was there assembled, he was so overcome as to burst into tears and sob loudly. He appeared to be fainting, and would have sunk to the ground, but for the support of the two gentlemen whom we have already named. Mr. Lee was also much affected.

On the arrival of the procession at the church, the Curate met it, attended by the parochial authorities. The church was filled almost to suffocation. The funeral service was performed in a manner that will not be soon forgotten by those who were present. Mr. George Stansbury presided at the organ, and the psalms were chanted by the young gentlemen of St. Paul's and the Chapel Royal, together with Miss Woodyatt, Mr. J. C. Atkins, Mr. Hobbs, Mr. Robinson, Mr. Hawes, and Mr. Bedford. The Quartette, "When the ear heard him," was sung by the same persons, assisted by the Misses Hawes. The chorus, "He delivered the poor that cried unto him" followed, and was beautifully sung. The body was carried in the same order of procession to the place of interment beneath the church, and the grave was surrounded during this part of the ceremony by a congregation of men of talent and worth, such, perhaps, as it will seldom fall to the lot of any living person to witness.

STRANGE COINCIDENCE.-On the same day that Mr. Kean, the celebrated tragedian, departed this life, a lady also died in the town of Cheltenham who had officiated as bridesmaid at his wedding. Kean was then in very humble circumstances, and the lady alluded to lent him money to pay wedding fees and other necessary expenses, which sum was honorably repaid some years after, when the hero of the tragic muse attained the celebrity of being the greatest actor of his day.

THE DUKE OF ORLEANS -The visit of this personage to your capital supplies ample food for daily scandal, as might be expected. Amongst other reports, we are told by the republican, or rather Bonapartist organs, that the " young Duke" has again been in imminent danger, not of the deadly breach," as at the " glorious" siege of Antwerp, but of exposing his Royal person against that of le jeune Louis Bonaparte; and that, with a prudent consciousness of the difference of their relative situations -- a proper feeling of etiquette and a sense of what was due to his family and his country, be declined the disrespectful challenge sent to him by the descendant of Napoleon. The story goes, that Lady Stuart refused to dance with the Prince, in terms, or with an air that offended the amour-propre of, undoubtedly,

the first Royal dancer in Europe; upon which the wounded pride of the rejected suitor vented itself in some sarcastic murmurs, on the fair dame and the Napoleon family, of which Lady Stuart, on dit, is a member. Bref, the consequence was, that young Louis Bonaparte sent a challenge to the citizen-King's eldest son, to which d'Orleans replied, through General Marbot, by refusing to measure swords with a Bonaparte. This, continues the tale, induced the Prince Achille Murat to call out the Messenger-General, who also wisely declined going out, and so the matter ended for the time being.-Paris Letter.

MRS. BARTLEY.-This lady, formerly Miss Smith, too her leave of the stage on the 21st of May, in the character of Lady Macbeth. She was the last of the Mrs. Siddon's school, and has left no one at present to tread in her steps. The pen of Sheridan Knowles supplied her with the fol Jowing farewell address.

From scenes from youth familiar to the heart
Affection knows it is a pang to part,

And great that pang when faithful memory blends
The scene with forms of oft-attested friends;
That such, the friends, the scene, I need not tell
To which to night I bid a last farewell.
O, could my heart inspire my lips with skill
To paint what now it feels with words at will,
How would they overwhelm you with a flood
Of cordial, deep, and endless gratitude!
Take for the deed the will; and O, believe
With feelings due the mimic scene I leave,
Where all is fancy-save the prideful glow
Which ponders favors oft received from you-
The painful throb, which owns that scene is o'er,
To be remembered ever, trod no more!

Farewell your crowning plaudits, may they rise
For Thespian daughters worthier the prize;
Though none, I dare aver, in zeal more true

Than she who bids you now, in love that grieves, adieu!

Robins and Sons, Printers, Southwark.