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SMOKING CAP. MATERIALS :-* of a yard of purple velvet, a piece of crimson and gold soutache, 11 yards gold cord,

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This cap is formed very simply, and is so quickly worked, that we are sure it will be liked. A rich, but simple braided pattern, surrounds the head-piece; and the crown is worked in a similar way. The head-piece is 7 inches deep, and large enough to go round the head, varying from 21 to 23 inches. It is set full round the crown, which is about 5] inches in diameter. Any kind of soutache will look well on black velvet ; and on green, violet, a lighter green, or gold and silver will do. When made up, the cap is to be lined with silk of the same colour, and edged with gold cord round the head and

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LADY'S NETTED PURSE. MATERIALS :- A skein of scarlet gossamer netting silk; a little vert-islay and white netting silk; ckeins of gold thread, No. 1; French trimmings; steel netting mesh, Nos. 14 and 17. Ivory gauge.

Begin with 4 stitches, and fine mesh, elose into a round, and net two in every stitch. Of the eight thus worked, 4 will be long and four short stitches. Do two in every short stitch, and one in every long. Continue to work round and round in this manner, always increasing by netting 2 in every short stitch' (which occurs four times in each round) until there are 60 stitches altogether. Then do 64 rounds without any increase. Take the mesh No. 14, and do one round with it.

Resume the fine mesh; net the second long stitch, drawing it through the first; first. Continue all round in the same way,

Do two plain rounds, and again repeat from the one with the large mesh, finishing with 6 plain rounds instead of two.

The Points.-Net 9; turn, net 8 on the 9; turn, net 7 on the 8; turn, net 6 on the 7. Continue in this way until there are only two stitches to net, which form the extreme point

. Fasten off. Do all the points in the same manner,

For the DARNING. With the gold thread darn the star at the bottom of the

purse, and the shell above it. The three-cornered pieces at the bottom of the purse are alternately verto islay and white, the scallop above them and below

the shell being white over green, and vice versa.

In the same way these two colours are blended in the stars and scrolls on the upper part of the purse. The points are alternately gold, green, and white.

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THE WIFE'S REVENGE.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "FLORENCE SACKVILLE," &c. &e.

“ Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer cloud
Without our special wonder ?”

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It was the evening of a bright day in June. , urchin upon whom this distinguished testimony The heat had been intense during the morning; to merit was conferred. How it might have 2 but a brisk summer storm falling just before been when we grew older and more mercenary I a sunset, had cooled the air, and invigorated the know not; but then, in those happier and purer, thirsty plants, causing them to hold up their because less selfish days, I am quite sure that drooping heads as if in thankfulness. Upon the there was not one of us who would not baye slender branches of the trees and shrubs the chosen and prized our grandmother's simple shower had hung a glorious wreath of many- flower before the costliest thing—always exceptcoloured gems, in the twinkling, trembling rain- ing a watch, that dearest object of a child's amdrops which depended from them, and which bition—which could have been offered to ber

. glinted back a thousand brilliant hues as the “ She loved the gift for the giver's sake;" and I rays of the parting sun fell askant the lawn. will answer for it, that never does the scent of A multitude of blackbirds and thrushes hopped that old-fashioned rose steal over the senses

of eagerly about, searching for the unwary snails either of the world-worn beings who were and insects that had emerged from their under- children then, without recalling with a pang ground houses to revel in the wet and mossy sorrow the courtly words and tender caresses grass ; while at the slightest noise, the songsters now passed away from them for ever. raised their heads in alarm, and fitted away with With all these memories clinging to it

, no a low, quick flight, and sharp chattering cry, to wonder that beyond all newer and grander sorts the shrubby belt which girdled the enclosure. I love the cabbage-rose; and nearly if not quite It was a fair scene; and standing at one of the as fond of it was the lady from whose cottages open windows of the cottage was a lady, who lawn we have so long uncivilly been absent

; and evidently thought it so, and to whom the pretty she was busily engaged in shaking out the heary demesne as evidently belonged. Beside her

, moisture which,

hiding itself among the closely. close to the lattice, grew a splendid rose-tree, pressed leaves, bent the blossoms nearly to the one of that sort which is now-alas ! for our de earth, when a rapid step and exclamation caused generate days, when fashion is everything, and her to turn round, and in an instant ber fa: a fine name oftentimes the only worth of a costly vourite niece stood beside her

. The beautiful favourite-nearly expelled from all but cottage face of the intruder was flushed and excited; her gardens; I mean the rich and fragrant cabbage- bonnet swung loosely in her hand; and the hair, rose, with its great massy blossoms and unri- from which it had been impatiently snatched, as valled scent.

if its weight were all too much for the proud Beautiful old tree! my heart warms to thee as little head, hung in sad confusion. to a long-loved friend, whether I greet thee in “Why, Mabel, my pet, what brings you thy place of honour by the peasant's doorway, here, and in such a state ?" 'exclaimed Mrs. Cla. or sheltering with thine old acquaintance the vering. grey bush of southern-wood in the sunniest cor- “ Madness, aunt-madness !" cried the ex. ner of the tiny garden patch. Ah! the pleasant cited girl, as she threw her bonnet upon memories thy fresh, sweet odours bring back to Aoor, and paced quickly up and down; the my thoughts: my merry childhood, its games cloak which had covered her dress now falling and glee, the huge bunch which, 'placed in a loff, and revealing a rich dinner costume. “] rare vase of Sevres china, always stood during am well nigh distracted, and I am come to you the season upon the table of my stately grand for refuge. mother, one of those staunch Tories of the olden “ Madness! refuge! Mabel, what can you times who are now gradually vanishing from the mean? surely you cannot have been—but, no, earth, and who honoured and cherished the no, it is impossible." cabbage-rose, malgrè its unpoetic name, from a “ What cannot have been? what is impos firm belief that it, and no other, was the original sible ?" asked Lady

Trafford passionately, as she of the Lancastrian badge, so loyally, followed by stayed her hurried walk almost forcibly. her ancestors. The bestowal of a bud or blosa som from this well-loved tree was the surest day?” said Mrs. Clavering sternly, answering

" Has Colonel Montague been at Haydon to mark of her regard and approval; and happy the question by another. beyond all her companions was the frolicsome " Gracious

Heaven keep me sane! Are your

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in that odious tale too-can you, dare you, my, for a time to words that have burnt into my own aunt, suspect me?" she cried passion- brain. I know not what more he would have ately.

said, nor what in my desolation I might have " Then why are you here now, Mabel, at such promised; but as if the Father whom I had foran hour and in such a dress ?”

gotten watched over to save me, the spring of " I will tell you," she exclaimed, raising her this bracelet suddenly opened, and your face, bare and jewelled arms to her head, and with Aunt Clavering, was before me. Oh! bless God both hands flinging from her brow the cluster for that, as I do,” cried the heart-stricken girl, ing chestnut ringlets which fell over it; while while the tears fell fast from her hitherto burnher eyes glared with passion, and her words ing eyes. “ He had taken my hand, the first poured forth in a torrent. My home is time in his life he had ever dared to touch it save wretched; I am become an object of compassion in courtesy; but in an instant, as if I had felt to my very servants; 1 hear their whispers of the serpent's tooth, I shook it off, and rushing pity as I pass along. All my remonstrances from the room, resisted every message and with Edward are useless; for before my face, as attempt to see me; and saying I was too tired i in defiance, he continues his attentions to that to go out, took this cloak' while Edward and girl; be rides, walks, dances with her, while I Clara were dressing, and, without speaking a am as much forgotten as if I were not in exist- word to any one, have come here to you-to my face; and yesterday, when, stung by his con- home. Oh that I had never left it, for I am duet almost to insanity, I insisted upon her broken-hearted!” And she laid her hot and being sent home, he dared to tell me that a wife beating head upon her pitying aunt's shoulder, whose constant shadow was a notorious roué and sobbed convulsively. was the last person to attack her husband for “Sit down, my darling, and try to be calm,” mere courtesies to an old friend's sister, and said Mrs. Clavering, as she drew her to a seat, steeringly advised me to be silent. Oh! Aunt " or you will be in no fit state to return home." Clavering, thank God for me that I am here to “ Home !” screamed Mabel, springing to her tell you this, for in my first frenzy I was pos- feet, her large eyes blazing with rage, and every sessed by demons; and standing as we were by softer emotion scorched in its fire.

“ Home! the quiet lake side, He alone can tell how do you mean Haydon? I will never return ! cariable death seemed to me then, and how Aunt Clavering, do you think I am a child, to

be crushed and tortured in silence-to die, and * This is very sad, Mabel,” said Mrs. Cla- make no struggle? No? and she drew up her pering; “ but it does not explain why you are stately figure till every inch seemed instinct

with bere now—all this happened yesterday.”

" I loved him as few have power to ." It did, it did; and I would have tried to for- love ; for him I left my home, my father, from give, and—no, I could not forget it ; but to-day whom I never had a chiding look or word-all Te were to dine at White Mead, and being tired, I had known from infancy. For his love every I dressed earlier than usual, and went into the other was forgotten; and how have I been redrawing-room to rest, when to my great annoy- warded ? For the first

few months an idol; for ance I found Colonel Montague there, ready, the last a despised and worthless

wretch, scarcely by Edward's invitation, to accompany us. After of consequence sufficient for the hollow coura few common-place words we were silent, for I tesies we pay to strangers. One by one, every wat in no mood to talk, and he did

not seem word and token of the passion he swore should jpelined to do so; but in a little

time the folding- be eternal has ceased ; day by day I have watched door at the end

of the conservatory opposite the the love that gave life to my heart and glory to drawing-room window opened gently, and Ed- the world die out; and worse than all, ten thouward and Clara Talbot, thinking of course that sand times, I have seen it given to another; and I was dressing, came in and sat down under the yet so warily, that no eye but mine, quickened creeper that shades the window. I felt when I by despair, could detect it. I have wept, and saw them as if I had lost all power of motion, prayed, and besought in vain-he has dared and and was riveted to the spot; the eye of that despised me. I have laughed and sung, when borrid man was upon me, and I was marble. my heart has been breaking ; I have madly tried At last, after a long-whispered conversation, to win back his love through his jealousy. I have they rose, and Clara said with a laugh," I hung upon the precipice's brink, till but for really must go now, or we shall have poor Lady your dear image I should have been engulpbed, Trafford jealous again;" to which Edward an- and I will play this fearful game no longer. He swered contemptuously, “ Oh, nonsense ; but has scorned me : let him take heed ; for as surely the picture, Clara—you promise then to give it as I live, I will have ample reckoning for the me to-night: remember the little boudoir at wrong. And as for her let her pray, like the White Mead, I shall wait for you there.” When felons of old, for God's mercy; she will need it,

heard this, I was springing forward, but for I have none. Love, gentleness, a woman's Colonel Montague caught my arm, and held me fear of suffering is crushed out, and I am quiet until they had left the conservatory; and pitiless." then, forgetful of him, myself, and everything

Mabel! Mabel !” exclaimed her aunt, as the but my misery, I threw myself upon the sofa graceful young figure before her, dilated with pasand wept ; while, taking advantage of my dis- sion, stood terribly erect, as if the revenge of which traction, he said--and I, in my frenzy, listened she spoke were tangible, and seizing

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grown mighty in its power. “You are surely ill child; others may be unjust and cruel, but no -nothing but the delirium of fever could have one has the power to injure us very materially changed you so."

while we are true to ourselves; and I much * Fever !” she exclaimed with a laugh so un- doubt, my pet, whether in this sorrow that has like her own blithe tones that Mrs. Clavering overtaken you, you are yourself blameless." shuddered as they rang through the room ; “ Aunt,” said Mabel, indignantly, "what do * an hour ago it might be so, but not now you mean? You know how I loved him, how I then my face and neck, my whole body, trembled resisted all your cautions, all my father's wishes; in the livery of shame, every pulse burned as if you know I could have died for him, and yet liquid fire had taken the place of blood, and I you say I am not blameless." was consuming ; but now I am cold, as icy as Nor do I think you are. There needs no my purpose. Feel

, Aunt Clavering—there is no assurance of your love for your husband, nor fever here;” and as she laid ber small, fair hands any words to recall to memory my useless adupon those outstretched to clasp them, Mrs. vice before you married him; my opinion of you Clavering started involuntarily, for in their stony both is unchanged, and I only see realized at coldness she learned the fearful agony wbich present the evil I feared before; but all this had so changed the speaker. Mabel saw it, and seems cruel now, and will not help you; you a ghastly smile gleamed upon her features as have made your election, your path is fixed; she said

and if you would be estimable here, and happy They are very cold, aunt, are they not? I hereafter, you must walk steadily in it, and fulfil am so all over-my very heart is frozen."

your duties.” “My child, my precious one,” cried Mrs. “ He has wronged and despised me, perilled Clavering, gazing in terror upon the unnatural my very soul hy his faithlessness; and I will have change which misery had worked in so short a ample reckoning, even if I die to win it. Does time, and suffering her tears to fall over the he think I am so poor a thing as to pine and tiny hand she held, “ this is horrible indeed; weep my life away, while he goes on defyingly tell me what you wish, and, if I can, it shall be in the course which destroys me?” And the done."

proud girl, stung with remembrance of all that “Oh! bless you, bless you, dear aunt; then she had suffered, paced the room burriedly; you will aid me," she cried, eagerly.

while her aunt, who saw the uselessness of " In all things right, dearest, in the perform- attempts to reason while her thoughts and feelance of a wife's hardest duty; to walk in the ings were so tempest-tossed, was silent, knowing holy path of mercy pointed out for our obedi- that it would be wisest to refrain from advice or ence; to exercise the virtues most difficult of all comment until the storm of passion had " battled to practisemforbearance and pardon : in all these, itself to rest.” She saw that its fury would soon Mabel, I will aid you."

be spent, and in the exhausted re-action she Duty! mercy! pardon! Aunt Clavering, might have hope to work upon her niece's do not think me mad-although I have had generous nature. enough to make me so; or childish-although I Very deeply did she feel for the wretched have been so weak as to credit a man's oaths: young wife, not only because she had educated I am sane, and my intellects were never stronger; and known her from infancy, but because her and I tell you that, if I live, I will revenge the own wedded life had been one of trial and grief ; wrong that has turned me from a woman to a and from bitter experience she could sympathise fury." Henceforth I shall be that doubted and with that sorrow which of all on earth is the shameful thing, a wife without a husband, the heaviest to bear, and of which the world, knowmock and scorn of all; and for this, think you, ing little of the merits, seldom judges truly, that I will not have vengeance? Aunt Cla- For a long time Mabel went on her restless vering, if I live, I will.

and angry walk, working up her indignation to “ Then, Mabel, if this is your determination frenzy by recalling all the slights to herself

, and why did you come to me? you well know that I attentions to her rival, which bad drawn her can be no party to it."

from home; but at last, as her aunt had fore“ Heaven help me, then, for I am friendless ; seen, the overwrought feelings gave way, the but in drawing back from me, Aunt Clavering, physical powers yielded, and with a burst of do not think to frighten me from my purpose — hysterical tears she threw herself upon the low the more I suffer, the more forlorn 1 am, the couch by which Mrs. Clavering sat, and criedgreater cause for vengeance. I may die when “Aunt! aunt! speak to me, help me-my that is accomplished; but till then, I shall live, heart is breaking !" even if you desert me; but oh! dear, dear aunt, At this moment a horse, urged to a furions you will not fall away now I am so desolate." speed, passed before the lawn, then suddenly And she bent

her proud head like an infant stopped at the cottage portico. Mabel started upon Mrs. Clavering's hands.

to her feet; but before Mrs. Clavering could “ Never, Mabel ! my own dear child, never !" direct the servant to refuse admission to any said her aunt with a sudden impulse, as she one, Colonel Montague hastily entered the room, raised the drooping brow, and kissed it fondly. He was somewhat embarrassed when he saw “ You will not let

me be so wronged and Mrs. Clavering ; but with an eager and excited injured?” pleaded Mabel.

manner he went up to Mabel, exclaiming "" None can do so effectually but yourself, my “My dear Lady Trafford, I have been so

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