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feathers, which are barred with dusky brown toward, white; the rest of the under plumage brownish white, their extremities; spurious wing, primary coverts, streaked on the throat and transversely barred, or a great portion of the anterior extremities of the pric waved on the breast, shoulders, flanks, and under maries, the axillary feathers, and under-wing coverts tail coverts with clove-brown, the bars pointed in black, with a shade of brown; the remaining lower the middle. Female colored like male, but an inch and longer portion of the primaries, and the upper longer. Legs and feet dark lead color, the soles inrow of under-wing coverts white; the posterior pri- clining to olive, the toes broadly margined with a maries tipt with the same; secondaries and the outer sort of continuation of the web; iris hazel. Winter webs of their greater coverts white, marbled with dress with fainter spots on the upper plumage, and dusky; wings rather longer than the tail, the lower without the dark waving transverse bars below, only with a spotted liver-brown streak, bounded above the fore part of the neck and breast of a cinereous by a spotted white one; eyelids, chin, belly and vent'tint, marked with small brown streaks.

VISITANTS FROM SPIRIT-LAND.

BY E. CURTISS HINE, U. S. N.

Then the forms of the departed

Enter at the open door,
The loved ones, the true-hearted,

Come to visit us once more. L.ONGFELLOW.

They are ever hovering round us,

A mysterious, shadowy band, Singing songs, low, soft and plaintive

They have learned in Spirit-Land. Bright their wings as hues elysian,

Blended on the sunset sky, By unseen, but angel-artists,

That concealed behind it lie.

And among them comes one, brighter,

Fonder far than all beside,
Sunlight of my young existence,

Who in life's green springtime died.
Music from her lips is gushing,

Like the wind-harps plaintive tune,
When the breeze with soft wing brushes

O'er its strings in flowery June.
0, thou white-browed peerless maiden,

Holiest star that beams for me!
Thou didst little dream how laden

Was this heart with love for thee!
Once fair garlands thou didst weave me,

But to gem EMANTEL's throne
Thou didst soar away and leave me

In this weary world alone!
But in dreams thou comest often,

Hovering saint-like round my bed,
Telling me in gentle whispers

Of the loved and early dead !
Once, methought, thou didst a letter

Bring from one remembered well,
Who has left this world of sorrow,

In the Spirit-Land to dwell!

Sweet their soft and gentle voices

Mingle with each passing breeze,
And the sorrowing heart rejoices,

As amid the leafy trees
In the green and verdant summer,

Tones long-hushed are heard again,
And the quick ear some new-comer

Catches joining in their strain.
Sceptics say 't is but the breczes

Wandering on their wayward way-
That the souls of the departed

Rest in peace and bliss for aye.
But I know the fond, the loved ones,

Cleansed from every earthly stain,
Who have passed away before us,

Come to visit us again!
True, our eyes may not behold them,

Nor the glittering robes they wear,
True, our arms may not enfold them,

Radiant phantoms formed of air !
But I often hear them round me,

And each gentle voice is known,
When some dreamy spell hath bound me,

As I sit at eve alone!
Playmates of my joyous childhood,

Wont to laugh the hours away,
As they roamed with me the wildwood,

In life's beauteous break-of-day;
They are spirits now, but hover

On bright pinions round me still,
Tender as some doting lover,

Warning me of every ill.

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DURING THE EIGHTEENTH AND THE BEGINNING OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.

BY FAYETTE ROBINSON.

PEOPLE grieve about the departure of the good old not however the case, for in spite of the progress the times, and prate of the days of chivalry, which Mr. world has made, the women of France and our own Burke sixty years ago said were gone. That they country, and the men also, are not to be compared are gone the world may well rejoice at, not only be to the members of the most savage tribes, either in cause they were times of ignorance and cruelty, but gracefulness of form or propriety of dress. If the also of discomfort and inconvenience. In the diary Chinese distort the foot, or the Indians of the North of a court-officer of the days of Henry VII. is the West Coast of America the forehead, the civilized note of a charge for cutting rushes, to strew on the women of to-day compress the waist, and men comfloor of the Queen-closets; and another one men- mit not less enormities. tions the number of under-garments belonging to These matters are, however, incontestible; and Henri III. of France as considerably less than any though we might regret we cannot prevent them. one of the beller orders in our own time would re- They simply therefore give us a clue in treating our quire. In those days, the downy couch meant a bed subject, of which we will avail ourselves. They of goose-wing feathers; gloves were not; and when teach us, that to Paris belongs the incontestible ema gentleman needed a new doublet or head-piece, pire of that mysterious power known in France as la he went not 10 a tailor or the hatter of the day, but mode, and in our own land as Fashion. Possibly this 10 a blacksmith. Let the lovers of romance talk as may be a remnant, the sole vestige, of that tone of they please, there was liule true poetry, and less pretension which led France in other days to aspire feeling, in the minds of the heroes they wish to extol, to universal empire. If so, the pride of other nations than of the veriest apostles of commerce of our own which led them elsewhere to resist French assumpage. Rightly enough do we date civilization from tion here has been silent. Though not the rulers of the times when men laid aside the rugged manners the world by the power of the sword; though the of old with the bronze and iron armor, and doffing French idiom be not so universal as the English, the hammered helmet, assumed the cap of velvet even the denizens of " Albion perfide” submit to the and the hat of plush; when they laid aside the iron behests of the controlling powers of the French mode. gauntlet for the chamois glove, and assumed the Let the French language be universal or not, is to Cordovan boot in place of the leg-pieces of steel. us now of no importance; that French fleets will drive

The feelings of chivalry yet lingered as late as the English and American squadrons from the seas, is days of the English Charles I. and the French Louis doubtful, but it is very certain Englishmen and AmeXIII. in the minds of the nobility. A new series of ricans for all time to come will wear French waistideas, however, had arisen in the breasts of the peo- coats, and Germans both in London and Philadelphia ple at a date long previous to this. Printing had be will call themselves French bootmakers. How fond come general, and the learnning previously the pro- soever a people may be of its national garb, ultiperty of the priests had become the heir-loom of hu- mately it must submit to the trammels devised in manity : As a natural consequence, new ideas and Paris. Ultimately all men will wear that most innew wants were unfolded, and these same ideas had convenient article called a hat, will insert their ex. become more general. At this crisis France took tremities into panlaloons, and put their arms into the the lead, and not only in philosophy but in the minor sleeves of the garment, so short before and so long things of lite, French manners and habits were behind, they are pleased to call a coat. When all copied. Consequently, in describing costume, Paris nations shall have come to this state of subserviency, will be perpetually referred to, from the fact that the end of the world will certainly be at hand, whefrom that great city emanated the fashions which ther because the ultima perfectio has been reached, controlled the costume of the world.

or because God, who created man after his own like. It is true that other nations had their peculiar cos- ness, will be angry at the ridiculous figure they have tume, handed down and preserved by the tradition of made of his features, belter theologians ihan I courts, as the Norman dress continues even now the must decide. We certainly are not very near this court uniform of the state officials of the British king crisis, for hundreds of yellow-skinned gentlemen are dom; Spain had her peculiar doublet, hose and cloak, yet ignorant of the art and mystery of lying a cravat, and Holland her own court apparel. If, however, and never saw a patent leather boot. we look nearer and closer, we shall discover each Like great epidemics, the passion for dress often of these were dresses imported from France at some leaps over territorial boundaries, and ships not unparticular crisis, and retaining position and import: frequently carry with the cholera and vomito bales ance in their new home, when they were forgotten of articles destined to spread this infection among in the land whence they were adopted.

lands as yet ignorant of it; so that some day we may The most highly civilized of all the nations of live to hear of Oakford sending a case of hats to the Europe at the time that this supremacy over the cos. Feejees, and of Watson making an uniform for the tume of the world was exerted by France, it might general-in-chief of the King of the Cannibal Islands. have been expected that its selection would have Possibly this passion for our costumes is to be been guided by good taste and propriety. This was attributed to the deterioration of the morals of the savages, and if so, even dress has its historical im- This, it will be remembered, was the era when portance and significance, and is the true reflection women wore whalebone frame-works to their of morale. It may be ibat the days of the iron garb dresses and caps, or a kind of defensive armor over were days of iron manners, and also of iron virtue, the chest and body. The fine gentlemen also enand that in adopting a silken costume we have put cased themselves in wires, to distend the hips of on, and they may be about to adopt a silken laxity their culottes or breeches. This was the costume of virtue and honor.

of the fine gentlemen, and in it kings and heroes apWe will begin to treat of costume as it was in the peared on the stage almost without interruption until days of Louis XIV., the solemn mood and ideas of the days of Talma, if we except the brief and unsucwhom exerted their influence even on dress, and the cessful attempt at reform, as far as theatres were era which saw all other aris become pompous and concerned, by Le Kain and Mademoiselle Clairon. Jabored, also saw costume assume the most compli. The foregoing was the prevailing court costume, cated character. Costume naturally during this reign the next is the military garb of the day, recalling the was permanent in its character, and when Louis XV. costume of Charles XII. of Sweden, and not unlike succeeded to the throne he found his courtiers dressed that of our own Putnam or Mad Anthony Wayne. entirely as their fathers had done, and the young king, Thus the lowland gentlemen who fought in '45, five years of age, dressed precisely like his great- dressed after this mode, were the opposing parties grandfather, with peruke, cane and breeches. When of the armies at Ramilies.. As a whole it is not malhe had reached the years of discretion, Louis XV. apropos, and allogether more suitable and proper continued to devote himself more to the trifles of the than the uniforms of our own day. The following is court than to affairs of state.

the portrait of a mousquetaire just one century after The following engraving is an illustration taken the time of Athos, Porthos, Aramis and D'Artignan, from a portrait of a celebrated marquis of that day. whom Dumas made illustrious.

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MAPLE SUGAR. .

BY ALFRED B. STREET.

Ou, the rich, dark maple sugar! how it tells me of the Up, up, the beaten path I climb, with bosom of blithesome woods,

cheer, Or bland south winds and melting snows, and budding For the song, oft varied with whistle shrill of the woodssolitudes !

man Keene, I hear; Oh, the melting maple sugar! as I taste its luscious The bold and hardy woodsman, whose rifle is certain death, sweets,

Whose

axe, when it rings in the wilderness, makes its Remembrance in my raptured ear her witching song glory depart like breath, repeats;

Whose cabin is built in the neighboring dell, whose dress Once more my heart is young and pure! once more my is the skin of the doe, footsteps stray

And who tells long tales of his hunting deeds by the Amid the scenes, the lovely scenes, of childhood's opening hearth-fire's cheerful glow. day.

The summit I gain-what soaring trunks—what spreading A frosty night! the searching air made hearth-fires a balloon-like tops! delight,

And see! from the barks of each, the sap, slow welling Stern Winter seemed as if again to rally in his might;

and limpid, drops; But, oh, how pure and beautiful the morning has arisen! A thicket I turut-the gleam of a fire strikes sudden upon What glorious floods of sunshine! off! the dwelling is a my view, prison !

And in the midst of the ruddy blaze two kettles of sooty Off, off! run, leap, and drink the air! off! leave man's

hue, roofs behind!

Whilst bending above, with his sinewy frame, and wielding Nature has more of pleasure now than haunts of human with ready skill kind.

His ladle amidst the amber depths, proud king of the scene

is Will How free the blood is bounding ! how soft the sunny glow! And, hearken! fairy tones are ringing underneath the The boiling, bubbling liquid! it thickens ench moment there, snow!

He stirs it to a whirlpool now, now draws thin threads Slump, slump! the gauzy masses glide from hemlock, in air; fence and rock,

From kettle to kettle he ladles it to granulate rich and slow, And yon low, marshy meadow seems as spotted with a Then fashions the mass in a hundred shapes, congealing flock;

them in the show, Drip, drip, the icicle sends its tears from its sparkling tip, While the blue-bird strikes a sudden joy through the and still

branches gaunt and dumb, With tinkle, tinkle, beneath the snow rings many a As he seems to ask in his merry strain if the violet yet viewless rill.

has come.

We cross the upland pasture, robed with a brown and The rich, dark maple sugar! thus it brings to me the joy, sodden pall,

The dear warm joy of my heart, when I was a careless, The maple ridge heaves up before-a sloping Titan wall! happy boy; The maple ridge! how gloriously, in summer it pitches When pleasures so scorned in after life, like flowers, then tent;

strewed my way, Beneath, what a mossy floor is spread ! above, what a And no dark sad experience breathed " doomed sufferer be roof is bent !

not gay!" What lofty pillars of fluted bark! what migical changeful When Life like a summer occan spread before me with tints

golden glow, As the leaves turn over and back again to the breeze's And soft with the azure of Hope, but concealing the flying prints.

wrecks that lay below.

TO MY LOVE.

BY HENRY H. PAUL.

Dewy buds of Paphian myrtle

Strew, ye virgins, as I sing;
Chaplets weave from Love's bright fountain-

O'er my lyre their fragrance fling.
What-what is gay Pieria's rose,

What is Paphos' blushing flower, Whilst Beauty doth my spirit thrall,

Whilst all my pulses feel thy power?

With Cyprian fire thine eye is sparkling,

Like the morning's tender light;
Through thy silken lashes straying,

Shafts resistless wing their flight :
0! the time I first beheld thee,

Blushing in thy early teens,
Rose nor lily ne'er excelled thee,

Though the garden's rival queens.

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