equal may be met with in these sequestered places. The tenaciousness of flowers is not known: their hardihood is not sufficiently admired. Wherever there is a handful of earth, there also is a patch of wild-flowers. If there be a crevice in the rock, sufficient to thrust in the edge of a knife, there will the winds carry a few grains of dust, and there straight upsprings a flower. In the lower parts of the Alps, they cover the earth with beauty. Thousands, and tens of thousands, blue, and yellow, and pink, and violet, and white, of every shadow and every form, are to be seen, vying with each other, and eclipsing everything besides. Midway they meet you again, sometimes fragrant, and always lovely. And in the topmost places, where the larch, and the pine, and the rhododendron (the last living shrub) are no longer to be seen, where you are just about to tread upon the limit of perpetual snow, there still peep up and blossom the "Forget me not," the Alpine ranunculus, and the

white and blue gentian, the last of which displays, even in this frore air, a blue of such intense and splendid color, as can scarcely be surpassed by the heavens themselves. It is impossible not to be affected at thus meeting with these little unsheltered things, at the edge of eternal barrenness. They are the last gifts of beneficent, abundant Nature. Thus far she has struggled and striven, vanquishing rocks and opposing elements, and sowing here a forest of larches, and there a wood of pines, a clump of rhododendrons, a patch of withered herbage, and, lastly, bright blue flower. Like some mild conqueror, who carries gifts and civilization into a savage country, but is compelled to stop somewhere at last, she seems determined that her parting present shall also be the most beautiful. This is the limit of her sway. Here, where she has cast down these lovely landmarks, her empire ceases. Beyond these, rule the ice and the storm.

My mother! now the gladsome spring
Is smiling o'er the earth;
And butterflies on painted wing
In sunny light go forth.
Though all spring days most lovely be,
All fair and full of mirth,
One, one is dearest far to me,

The day that gave thee birth;
It was a day with joyance fraught,-
It is a day for deepened thought.

My mother! I remember well,

When thou wast not as now;
Remember when time's shadow fell
Less darkly on thy brow:
I can remind me of the time,

When in life's summer glow,
Thy years had hardly passed their prime
And scarce one flower lay low;
But clouds thy heaven have overcast,
Since those bright days of pleasure past.

Mother! thy step is not so firm
As it was wont to be,
For secret blight and open storm

Have done their work on thee;
Thy hair turns grey, and I can see

Thy hand more tremulous,

And thy dark eye hath lost its glee,
Save when it turns on us,
Thy children-then it hath a joy
And light, that nothing can destroy.

Yet weep not, mother! for the days
Passed by we'll not regret ;
The star of Hope, with all its rays,
Is only dimmed, not set.
Fixed o'er thy path it shall remain,
And never more deceive,
And it shall sparkle out again,

To light thy quiet eve;
Flinging a radiance o'er past years,
And brightening all thy fallen tears.

COME hither, come hither, and view the face Of nature, enroll'd in her vernal grace :By the hedge-row wayside flowers are springing;

On the budded elms the birds are singing; And up-up-up to the gates of Heaven, Mounts the lark on the wings of her rap

ture driven :

The voice of the streamlet is fresh and loud;
On the sky there is not a speck of cloud;-
Come hither, come hither, and join with me,
In the season's delightful jubilee !

Haste out of doors-from the pastoral mount
The isles of ocean thine eye may count-
From coast to coast, and from town to town,
You can see the white sails gleaming down,
Like monstrous water birds, which fling
The golden light from each snowy wing;
And the chimney'd steam-boat tossing high
Its volumed smoke to the waste of sky;
While you note, in foam, on the yellow beach
The tiny billows each chasing each,
Meeting, and mixing, and melting away,
Like happy things in the light of day,
As rack dissolves in the soft blue sky,
Or Time in the sea of Eternity!

Why tarry at home? the swarms of air
Are about-and o'erhead—and everywhere;
The little moth opens its silken wings,
And from right to left like a blossom flings,
And from side to side, like a thistle-seed,
Uplifted by winds from September mead;
The midge and the fly, from their long, dull
sleep,

Venture again on the light to peep,
Over land and lake abroad they flee,
Filling air with their murmurous ecstacy;
The hare leaps up from his brushwood bed,
And limps, and turns his timid head;
The partridge whirrs from the glade; the

mole

Pops out from the earth of its wintry hole; And the perking squirrel's small nose you see From the fungous nook of its own beech-tree.

Come hasten, come hither, and you shall

The birds are singing to greet the day;
Arise, my fair one, and come away!"

Come hasten ye out-the reviving year
As in a glass makes the past appear;
And, afar from care, and free from strife,
We bask in the sunshine of morning life-
The days when Hope, from her seraph wing,
Rich rainbow hues over earth did fling;
And lo! the blithe throng of the green play-
ground-

The cricketers cheer and the balls rebound-
The marble is shot at the ring—the air
Re-echoes the noises of hounds and hare;
The perish'd and past-the things of yore-
Come back in the loveliest looks they wore,
And faces, long hid in Oblivion's night,
Start from the darkness, and smile in light!

Come hasten ye hither-our garden bowers Are green with the promise of budding flowers

The crocus, and spring's first messenger,
The fairy snowdrop, are blooming here;
The taper-leaf'd tulip is sprouting up;
The hyacinth speaks of its purple cup;
The jonquil boasteth, "Ere few weeks run,
My golden circlet I'll show the sun;"
The gilly-flower raises its stem on high,
And peeps on heaven with its pinky eye;
Primroses, an iris-hued multitude,
Woo the bland airs, and in turn are wooed;
While the wall-flower threatens, with burst-
ing bud,

To darken its blossoms with winter's blood.

Come here, come hither, and mark how swell
The fruit-buds of the jargonelle ;
On its yet but leaflet greening boughs
The apricot open its blossom throws;
The delicate peach-tree's branches run
O'er the warm wall, glad to feel the sun;
And the cherry proclaims a cloudless wea-
ther,

When its fruit and the blackbirds will toy together;

See, the gooseberry bushes their riches show; And the currant-bunch hangs its leaves be

low;

And the damp-loving rasp saith, "I'll win your praise

With my grateful coolness on harvest days." Come along, come along, and guess with me How fair and how fruitful the year shall be !

Look into the pasture grounds o'er the pale,
And behold the foal with its switching tail,
About and abroad in its mirth it flies,
With its long black forelocks about its eyes,
Or bends its neck down, with a stretch,
The daisy's earliest flower to reach.
See, as on by the hawthorn fence we pass,

How the sheep are nibbling the tender grass, Or holding their heads to the sunny ray, As if their hearts, like its smile, were gay; While the chattering sparrows, in and out, Fly, the shrubs, and trees, and roofs about; And sooty rooks, loudly cawing, roam With sticks and straws to their woodland home.

Out upon in-door cares! Rejoice
In the thrill of Nature's bewitching voice!
The finger of God hath touch'd the sky,
And the clouds, like a vanquish'd army, fly,
Leaving a rich, wide, azure bow,
O'erspanning the works of his hand below :

The finger of God hath touch'd the earth,
And it starts from slumber in smiling mirth;
Behold it awake in the bird and bee,
In the springing flower, and the sprouting
tree,

And the leaping trout, and the lapsing stream, And the south-wind soft, and the warm sunbeam :

From the sward beneath, and the boughs above,

Come the scent of flowers, and the sounds of love;

Then haste thee hither, and join thy voice With a world's, which shouts, "Rejoice, rejoice!"

ENGLISH BALL DRESS.

ROSE color Parisian gauze dress over a slip of the same color; the body is longitudinally full at the upper part and plain beneath; it is very low on the shoulders and straight across the bust; a perpendicular rose color satin rouleau, entwined with narrow black velvet, ornaments the front, and a similar cordon rises from the centre of the waist, and spreads over the shoulders at the edge of a beautiful trimming of plumes de paon, formed of feathers and spiral gauze riband. The sleeves are short and full and finished with a satin rouleau, entwined with black velvet and a triple bow of black and rose color gauze riband. The skirt is set on full, and has two flounces of the same light material as the dress, nearly a quarter of a yard in depth, ornamented en plumes de paon, headed by a double rose color satin rouleau, entwined by narrow black velvet. The flounces commence about half way up the skirt and nearly in front with a rosette bow of black and rose color gauze riband, and strings of the same attach it to the ceinture; the flounces have a very graceful effect as they turn off circularly to the left side of the dress; satin rouleau at the termination of the skirt.

Hair dressed in ringlets in front, and drawn up behind to the top of the head, where it is arranged in large bows, and interspersed with bows of silvered rose color riband.

Pearl ear-rings and necklace, with a diamond clasp in front; bracelets en suite, and small gold ones beneath, both worn outside the gloves, which are of white kid.

Rose color satin shoes and sandals.

Explanation of the Print of the
Fashions.

ENGLISH DINNER DRESS.

DRESS of lilac gros de Naples, the corsage en draperie regulated in the centre by a perpendicular corded band, and ornamented with a trimming of Spanish points corded, meeting at the commencement in front, and widening as it extends to the shoulders, where the trimming is considerably deeper than at the waist. The back is made to correspond.. Short white satin sleeves and long full ones over them of white crêpe lisse, confined by broad gold bracelets, with gothic clasps at the wrist. The skirt is simply decorated by a deep biais of the same material as the dress, headed by a row of corded Spanish points falling over it. Ceinture of pink satin, corded at the edge, and a rosette bow behind.

Spanish hat, of white gros de Naples, placed rather on the right side, ornamented with lilac ostrich feathers, one placed beneath the brim on the left side and brought over to the crown; others very tastefully disposed and falling in different directions; long loose strings of tulle, trimmed with narrow blond. Ear-rings and

necklace of emeralds, set in gold; white kid gloves; white satin shoes.

PARISIAN BALL DRESS.

A topaz colored satin slip finished round the bottom of the skirt with a very broad rouleau of the same material, and stiffened so as to stand out considerably. The gown is of white blond lace, the ground covered with a running pattern in leaves, disposed in lozenges. Corsage tight to the shape, cut very low and square; a piece of the same material is let in and disposed in drapery folds across the bosom; they are less full than usual, and are confined on each shoulder by a gold clasp with a diamond in the middle; a gold brooch, ornamented in a similar manner, and having five diamonds pendant, fastens them in the centre of the bosom, which is marked by a rouleau of white satin.

Short sleeve of blond over satin, puffed as much as usual on the shoulder, confined to the arm by a white satin rouleau, finished by a row of narrow blond, and surmounted by a fall of broad blond lace. Cordelière of white silk richly wrought. The trimming of the skirt consists of a single flounce of broad blond lace, laid op rather full, and in such a manner that the edge forms a heading. The hair is arranged in full clusters of curls on the temples, and dressed very high behind in full bows; a gold star, with a diamond in the middle, ornaments the braid that crosses the forehead; a gold comb set with diamonds is placed in the centre of the bows in front; three long blue ostrich feathers are placed behind the bows so as to droop a little over, and two others at the left side. Diamond ear-rings; white gros de Naples sandals; white kid gloves.

THE ATLAS.

THE order of things is reversed. Instead of Atlas supporting the world, it is as much as the world can do to support the Atlas. We allude to the Newspaper of that name-which recently made its appearance under the portentous form of forty square feet of printed paper!—We understand it is in future to be sold (as they sell butter at Cambridge, and ale in Dorsetshire, or somewhere else) by the yard; at the rate of a half-penny per foot, or three feet for a penny; to be cut out on the principle of "first come, first served." For our parts, not liking to do things by halves or quarters, we have purchased the whole, and had it conveyed home to us in safety; and we have serious thoughts of some day or other spreading it out on Salisbury Plain, and reading it through, with a view to giving a report of its contents: for why a work like this, "including at least 3 volumes 8vo." should escape the process of reviewing, merely be

cause it assumes one form instead of another, is more than we can understand. But as we are unlucky enough to have consciences belonging to us, and therefore cannot, like some Reviewers, describe a work till we have fairly read it, our notice of the merits and defects of this Atlantean production cannot be expected to appear till about the middle of June; and even then we must prevail on our publisher to allow us a supplementary sheet or two, for this especial purpose.-We have ascertained that twenty thousand copies were struck off in the space of a few hours: consequently, each sheet offering a printed surface of 40 square feet, 800,000 square feet of printed surface were produced in that time, capable of covering an area of about twenty acres. This number of copies consisted of 320,000 leaves, measuring sixteen inches in length, or of 640,000 pages, or of 1,920,000 columns, or of 241,920,000 lines, or of 2,419,200,000 words. Assuming,