LATEST FASHIONS.

COURT DRESS-White satin dress embroidered a tablier, in gold lama; train and body a l'antique, in violet velvet embroidered in gold; sleeves a pointes, in velvet fastened with brilliants, blond mantilla and sabots. Plume of ostrich feathers, and blond lappets.

CARRIAGE DRESS.-Pelisse of green raye watered silk, trimmed in front, cape of the same with epaulets; frill in plain blond net. Bonnet of mauve satin, with one white ostrich feather.

LONDON FASHIONS.

DINNER DRESS.-Dress of Pekin, a white ground embroidered with roses and their foliage, in a running pattern. The corsage is quite plain, laces behind, and is finished round the top with a blonde edging; the stomacher is marked out with thick green silk cord laid on, which is continued down the front to nearly the bottom of the skirt, in the form of a chain, and is finished by tassels. The sleeves of the dress are very short, but these are covered with long full sleeves of white net or gauze, fastened with bracelets of gold and emeralds, to which a large broach in the centre of the corsage and ferronniere on the forehead correspond. Bonnet of rose coloured vetours epiugle, the crown made low, and the peak standing far off from the head on the right side; it is shadowed by a profusion of white ostrich feathers, and one plume is placed under the peak, in the hair, which is arranged plain on the forehead and in ringlets over the temples.Black crape scarf, with a green embroidered border, and ends of scarlet flowers and foliage. Black satin shoes and white kid gloves.

EVENING DRESS.-Dress of white satin, the skirt made very full except in front. The corsage is plain and in the stomacher form. From the bottom of the skirt in front two rows of embroidered flowers and foliage ascend in a zigzag direction to the stomacher, and are continued up the corsage; the flowers are roses alternately

[1833.

red, blue, yellow and white, the latter being of silver. At the top of the corsage are several rows of quilled net confined on the shoulders and back by green ribbon, and in front, by a large ornament in gold and white cornelian resembling

a Greek cross. The sleeves are of embroidered blonde, made extremely full, and fastened up above the elbow by green ribbon, thus leaving a kind of large ruffle to fall over the lower part of the arm. The hair is dressed in an abundance of curls and ringlets and ornamented with green ribbon, an aigrette of silver, and an old fashioned hair pin of gold and white cornelian. Necklace, ear rings, and ferronniere to match the other jewellery. White satin shoes, and long white kid gloves.

BALL DRESS.-Dress of white blonde over a yellow satin slip, the dress being left short, so as to display a row of large puffs with which the bottom of the slip is ornamented. The embroidery of the blonde is in columns of foliage with a rich border. The corsage in the stomacher shape, is formed on the top in plaits confined, from distance to distance, by a narrow band.The sleeves are short and full, and so disposed as to form rows of points. A fall of rich blonde, like a tippet, completes the dress. The hair is dressed in ringlets on the temples, and very high on the top, where it is ornamented with a profusion of feathers, flowers, and strings of pearls. Necklace and ear rings, pearls, amethysts and garnets. White satin shoes and long white kid gloves.

The manners of women have great influence on the manners of men. What propriety, therefore, should attend the actions of the fair sex; and, as many thousands are annually expended by the citizens of the United States, to purchase foreign superfluities of dress, would not the ladies merit much praise should they exert their power to save men from this folly, by curtailing their own taste for extravagant foreign articles, and adopt and use those of their own country.

Be it so we part forever!

Let the past as nothing be;
Had I lightly loved thee, never,
Hadst thou been thus dear to me.

Had I loved and thus been slighted,
That I better could have borne:-
Love is quelled when unrequited,
By the rising pulse of scorn.

Pride may cool what passion heated,
Time will tame the wayward will;
But the heart in friendship cheated
Throbs with woe's most maddening thrill.

Had I loved-I now might hate thee,

In that hatred solace seek,
Might exult to execrate thee,
And in words my vengeance wreak.
But there is a silent sorrow,

Which can find no vent in speech,
Which disdains relief to borrow,
From the heights that song can reach.
Like a clankless chain enthralling,
Like the sleepless dreams that mock,
Like the frigid ice-drop falling,
From the surf-surrounded rock:

Such the cold the sickening feeling,
Thou hast caused this heart to know;
Stabbed the deeper by concealing
From the world its bitter woe!

Once it fondly proudly, deemed thee
All that Fancy's self could paint;
Once it honored and esteemed thee.
As its idol and its saint!

More than woman thou wast too me,
Not as man I looked on thee;-
Why like woman then undo me?
Why heap man's worst curse on me?
Wast thou but a friend, assuming
Friendship's smile and woman's art,
And in borrowed beauty blooming,
Triding with a trusting heart?

By that eye which once could glisten,
With opposing glance to me;
By that ear which once could listen,
To each tale I told to thee:

By that lip, its smile bestowing
Which could soften sorrow's gush;
By that cheek, once brightly glowing,
With pure friendship's well feigned blush:

By all those false chartne united,
Thou hast wrought thy wanton will,
And without compunction blighted,
What thou would'st not kindly kill

Yet I curse thee not in sadness,
Still I feel how dear thou wert;
Oh! I could not e'en in madness,
Doom thee to thy just desert!

Live! and when my life is over,
Should thine own be lengthened long.
Thou may'st then too late discover,
By thy feelings, all my wrong!

When thy beauties all are faded,
Whew thy flatterers fawn no more
Ere the solemn shroud hath shaded
Some regardless reptile's store:

Ere that hour false syren hear me,
Thou may'st feel what I do now;
While my spirit hovering near thee,
Whispers friendship's broken vow:

But tis useless to upbraid thee,,
With thy past or present state;
What thou wast, my fancy made thee.
What thou art, I know too late.

Written for the Casker

STANZAS.

As by the ocean's solemn strand,

One radiant hour in spring I stray'd,
And heard the anthems, wild and grand.
Which the incessant surges made,
Whereon the golden sunlight play'd;
I felt the scene its life impart,
And all its harmonies pervade;
The deep recesses of my heart.

I mark'd the birds, on rainbow wing,
Go, sweeping o'er the azure tide;
I head their songs of welcoming,
To which the gay green shores replied,
And touch'd with feeling, by the side
Of that unbound and sounding sea,
I felt my meditations glide
Into a thoughtful reverie.

I saw the radiant waves roll on-
I heard their soft and dying fall;
And thought of countless raptures gone,
As bright as they-as musical;

I mused on hopes that once would call
My spirit from its young repose,
To grasp at pleasure's coronal-
To feel the thorns that guard the rose
And as I mark'd the eventide

Enfold the trembling tides of blue, While 'er the zenith, far and wide, Pale niglit her starry curtain drew; I thought how death, when life is new, O'erclouds the waves of being's sea, And sweeps away the lov'd and true, On time's dark shore no more to be!