... (From Le Fellet.) IT is impossible to imagine anything richer or more beautiful than the present style of dress. The appear- ance of our fashionables atthe theatres or balls is quite dazzling. NWe must attempt to describe some toilettes we have seen, in order to give an idea of the magnifi- ceneL and taste of tho present fashion. A lady, whose hair was remarlsable for its blackness, had a ...

... RlOYAL BOTANIC GARI)EN.- IHE CIRYSAN- THENLYII SIIOW. To the lovers of floriculture, a treat of great rarity was prcsentel, in the 130tanic Garden, on Thurs- day and Friday last, in the chrysanthemum show, wvhich took place there. This extraiordinary plant, which puts forth a succession of floral leaves nearly all the year round, in wilich consists its chief value, has bcen for ages a great ...

... Vortrg. I WAIT FOR THEE. Tap hearth is swept, the fire is bright, The kettle sings for tea; The cloth is spread, the lamps are light, The hot cakes smoke in napkins white, And now I wait for thee. Come home, love, home-thy task is done; The clock ticks listeningly, The blinds are shut, the curtain down, The warm chair to the fireside drawn, The boy is on my knee. Come home, love, home-his deep ...

... or@tr.p THE EARTHQUAKE. TrertrNDous visitant! whose thunder-tread, Makes strong hearts tremble, and the rock-ribbed earth Reel to its base. Whither and whence had sped The mystery of thy mighty goings fQrth- That thus thou ridest toward the untrodden North, Clanking thy armour, and thy shroud-like vest Trailing across the homestead and the hearth Of awe-struck millions, who in pale unrest ...

... THE YOUNG BURGHER'S MEMORY,* OR, A MOTIIETIS IRESIGNAT1ON. No, not forgotten-though the wound has closed, And seldom with thy name I trust my tongue; My son, who for thy country fell so young, The mother's breast where once thy head reposed Shall oeep thinre image sacred through long years, An altar hallowed once with many tears. How oft mov heart beats at some idle saying, Some casual mention ...

... JaAton anb Farittics. The Earl of Erne has returned to Crom Castle from London. Trie Very Rev. Lord Edward Chichester, Lady Chi- chester, family, and suitc, left Alerrion square on Fri- day morning, for the Deanery, Raphoe. Lord Naas has nominated Richard Wringfield, Esq., as his Private Secretairy, in the room or Ric la d lBourke, Esq., appointed a Divisional Magistrale of Police. ELOPMENT.-A ...

... Jfazbion anzi Yarictirs. THE COURT. ON Sunday the Queen and Prince, the Prince of Wales, the Princess Alice, the Duchess of Kent, the Prince and Princess Adelaide of Hohenlohe, attended Divine service in the private chapel of the Castle. The Hon. and Rev. G. Wellesley officiated. The Viscount and the Viscountess Mandeville re- turned to London on Saturday, from visiting her Ma- jesty and ...

... JA,51Jton anb Farictir. THE COURT. OsBoRNE, FtIDAY.-Count and Countess Walewski and the Earl of -MImesbury had the honour of joining the Royal dinner 4rarty yesterday, and left Osborne this morning for London. The Hon. Kary Seymour has succeeded the Hon. Eleanor Stanley as maid of honour in waiting to the Queen. VICEREGAL COURT. Their Excellencies entertained the followiag party at dinner, on ...

... aerbirb33z. NO. 150. POETS AND Powrty or THE XIXrjs CENTURY. A Course of Lectures by the Earl of Belfast. Lon- don: Longmina, Brown, iGreen, 4- Longinuzs. IN this extremely neat little volume, the series of lec- tures recently delivered by the young and accomplished Earl of Belfast arc collected in a permanent form, and with the advantage of additions which tend to the com- pleteness of the ...

... -Poetrg. __ BE CONTENT. Tnxs life is not the vale of woe That stories point in declamation, For countless blossoms round us blow, Which breathe the sweetest exhalation. Then let's enjoy our sunny hours, Nor mourn anticipated gloom; 'Tis folly to neglect the flowers, Because they may not always bloom. Let some for rank and honour seek, Oh! envy not their elevation; Ambition's path is wild and ...

... lplartru. THE GUARDIAN SISTER. SWEET guardian of my infancy, Hast thou not been the blooming tree Whose soft green branches sheltered me From withering want's inclemency? No cloud of care, nor bleak despair, Could blight me 'neath thy branches fair. And thou bast been, since that sad day We gave our mother's clay to clay, The morning star, the evening ray, That cheered me on life's weary way- ...

... I9GartV13.o THE LORD'S PRAYER. FATnPB of all, look down from Heaven, Thy ho me; Holy Thy name be ?? kingdom come! Thy will be done on earth. Let men below, And saints ab6ve, in meek obedience bow; And give us daily, with our daily bread, The Bread of Life, wherewith the soul is fed, And be our trespass blotted out in Heaven, And teach us to forgive, as we're forgiven! And lead us not within ...