FIG. 1. FIG. 1.-EVENING COSTUME. VENING DRESSES. White is generally adopted for the evening toilet. Muslin, form textures description dress. They are decorated with festooned flounces, cut in deep square vandykes; the muslins are richly embroidered. A barège, trimmed with narrow ruches of white silk ribbon, placed upon FIG. 2.-MORNING COSTUME the edge, has the appearance of being pinked at the edge. Those of white barège covered with bouquets of flowers, are extremely elegant, trimmed with three deep flounces, finished at the edge with a chicorée of green ribbon forming a wave; the same description of chicorée may be placed upon the top of the flounces. Corsage à la Louis XV., trimmed with ruches to match. For dresses of tulle, those with double skirts are most in vogue. Those composed of Brussels tulle with five skirts, each skirt being finished with a broad hem, through which passes a pink ribbon, are extremely pretty. The skirts are all raised at the sides with a large moss rose encircled with its buds, the roses diminishing in size toward the upper part. These skirts are worn over a petticoat of a lively pink silk, so that the color shows through the upper fifth skirt. As to the corsage, they all resemble each other; the Louis XV. and Pompadour being those only at present in fashion. A very beautiful evening dress is represented by fig. 1, which shows a front and back view. It is a pale lavender dress of striped satin; the body plaited diagonally, both back and front, the plaits meeting in the centre. It has a small jacquette, pointed at the back as well as the front; plain sleeve reaching nearly to the elbow, finished by a lace ruffle, or frill of the same. The skirt is long and full, and has a rich lace flounce at the bottom. The breadths of satin are put together so FIG. 3.-PROMENADE DRESS. that the stripes meet in points at the seams. Head dress, with lace lappets. FIG. 3 represents an elegant promenade costume. The dress is a rich changeable brocade without flounces, trimmed in front with pinked ribbon, made in double knots. The body is high and the sleeves quarter length. Manleau of green satin or velvet, trimmed with black lace and rich silk guimpe. Bonnet of pink crape trimmed with satin; the form open; the bavolet, or curtain, very deep. Pardessus and Mantelets, of the Pompadour style, are now in great request. Those intended for young women are principally composed of white, pink, English green, pearl-gray, and écru silk. They are covered with embroideries formed by silk cord, representing gothic patterns, Pompadours, and arabesques. FASHIONABLE COLORS. It is almost impossible to state which colors most prevail, all are so beautifully blended and intermixed; those, however, which seem most in demand are maroon, sea-green, blue, pensée, &c. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. No. VI. NOVEMBER, 1850.-VOL. I. A PILGRIMAGE TO THE CRADLE OF moved about the house with the nimbleness of T was a glorious October morning, mild and brilliant, when I left Boston to visit Concord and Lexington. A gentle land-breeze during the night had borne the clouds back to their ocean birth-place, and not a trace of the storm was left except in the saturated earth. Health returned with the clear sky, and I felt a rejuvenescence in every vein and muscle when, at dawn, I strolled over the natural glory of Boston, its broad and beautifully-arbored Common. I breakfasted at six, and at half-past seven left the station of the Fitchburg rail-way for Concord, seventeen miles northwest of Boston. The country through which the road passed is rough and broken, but thickly settled. I arrived at the Concord station, about half a mile from the centre of the village, before nine o'clock, and procuring a conveyance, and an intelligent young man for a guide, proIceeded at once to visit the localities of interest in the vicinity. We rode to the residence of Major James Barrett, a surviving grandson of Colonel Barrett, about two miles north of the village, and near the residence of his venerated ancestor. Major Barrett was eighty-seven years of age when I visited him; and his wife, with whom he had lived nearly sixty years, was eighty. Like most of the few survivors of the Revolution, they were remarkable for their mental and bodily vigor. Both, I believe, still live. The old lady-a small, well-formed woman -was as sprightly as a girl of twenty, and *This sketch of Revolutionary scenes and incidents in and about Boston, is part of an unpublished chapter from LOSSING'S "Pictorial Field Book of the Revolution," now in course of publication by Harper and Brothers. VOL. I.-No. 6. Z z foot of a matron in the prime of life. I was charmed with her vivacity, and the sunny radiance which it seemed to shed throughout her household; and the half hour that I passed with that venerable couple is a green spot in the memory. Major Barrett was a lad of fourteen when the British incursion into Concord took place. He was too young to bear a musket, but, with every lad and woman in the vicinity, he labored in concealing the stores and in making cartridges for those who went out to fight. With oxen and a cart, himself, and others about his age, removed the stores deposited at the house of his grandfather, into the woods, and concealed them, a cart-load in a place, under pine boughs. In such haste were they obliged to act on the approach of the British from Lexington, that, when the cart was loaded, lads would march on each side of the oxen and goad them into a trot. Thus all the stores were effectually concealed, except some carriage-wheels. Perceiving the enemy near, these were cut up and burned; so that Parsons found nothing of value to destroy or carry away. From Major Barrett's we rode to the monument erected at the site of the old North Bridge, erend Dr. Ripley, who gave the ground for the inscription. The design of the monument is purpose. The monument is constructed of not at all graceful, and, being surrounded by granite from Carlisle, and has an inscription upon a marble tablet inserted in the eastern face of the pedestal.* The view is from the green shaded lane which leads from the highway to the monument, looking westward. The two trees standing, one upon each side, without the iron railing, were saplings at the time of the battle; between them was the entrance to the bridge. The monument is reared upon a mound of earth a few yards from the left bank of the river. A little to the left, two rough, uninscribed stones from the field mark the graves of the two British soldiers who were killed and buried upon the spot. We returned to the village at about noon, and started immediately for Lexington, six miles eastward. Concord is a pleasant little village, including within its borders about one hundred dwellings. It lies upon the Concord River, one of the chief tributaries of the Merrimac, near the junction of the Assabeth and Sudbury Rivers. Its Indian name was Musketaquid. On account of the peaceable manner in which it was obtained, by purchase, of the aborigines, in 1635, it was named Concord. At the north end of the broad street, or common, is the house of Col. Daniel Shattuck, a part of which, built in 1774, was used as one of the depositories of stores when the British invasion took place. It has been so much altered, that a view of it would have but little interest as representing a relic of the past. The road between Concord and Lexington passes through a hilly but fertile country. It is easy for the traveler to conceive how terribly a retreating army might be galled by the fire of a concealed enemy. Hills and hillocks, some wooded, some bare, rise up every where, and formed natural breast-works of protection to the skirmishers that hung upon the flank and rear of Colonel Smith's troops. The road enters Lexington at the green whereon the old meeting-house stood when the battle occurred. The town is upon a fine rolling plain, and is becoming almost a suburban residence for citizens of Boston. Workmen were inclosing the Green, and laying out the grounds in handsome plats around the monument, which stands a few yards from the street. It is upon a spacious mound; its material is granite, and it has a marble tablet on the south front of the pedestal, with a long The following is a copy of the inscription: HERE, On the 19th of April, 1775, On the opposite bank stood the American A.D. 1836. *The following is a copy of the inscription: "Sacred to the Liberty and the Rights of Mankind!!! defended with the blood of her sons-This Monument is The Freedom and Independence of America-sealed and erected by the Inhabitants of Lexington, under the pat ronage and at the expense of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, to the memory of their Fellow-citizens, Ensign Robert Monroe, Messrs. Jonas Parker, Samuel Hadley, Jonathan Harrington, jun., Isaac Muzzy, Caleb Porter, of Woburn, who fell on this Field, the first vie Harrington, and John Brown, of Lexington, and Asahel tims of the Sword of British Tyranny and Oppression, on the morning of the ever-memorable Nineteenth of April, An. Dom. 1775. The Die was Cast!!! The blood of these Martyrs in the Cause of God and their Country was the Cement of the Union of these States, then Colonies. and gave the Spring to the Spirit, Firmness, and Resolu tion of their Fellow-citizens. They rose as one man to revenge their Brethren's blood, and at the point of the Sword to assert and defend their native Rights. They nobly dared to be Free!!! The contest was long, bloody, and affecting. Righteous Heaven approved the Solemn Appeal; Victory crowned their Arms, and the Peace, Liberty, and Independence of the United States of Amer ica was their glorious Reward. Built in the year 1799." This view is from the Concord Road, looking eastward, and shows a portion of the inclosure of the Green. by tall trees, it has a very "dumpy" appear- | He dwelt upon the subject with apparent deance. The people are dissatisfied with it, and light, for his memory of the scenes of his early doubtless, ere long, a more noble structure will years, around which cluster so much of pamark the spot where the curtain of the revolu- triotism and glory, was clear and full. I would tionary drama was first lifted. gladly have listened until twilight to the voice of such experience, but time was precious, and I hastened to East Lexington, to visit his cousin, Jonathan Harrington, an old man of ninety, |