"Toil, toil, toil!As the constant drop on a stone,So this ceaseless, endless work,Wears away body and bone!Though the Poet sputter and write,Though the Orator bully and bawl,If it were not for the Editor's pen,What were the use of it all?Toil, toil, toil,Christians, Mormons, and Jews:Is there a man on this weary earthBut grows richer by reading the news?Richer, richer, richer,As they read it by sunlight and taper?And yet there isn't a soul of them allBut grudges to pay for his paper!"
"Toil, toil, toil!As the constant drop on a stone,So this ceaseless, endless work,Wears away body and bone!Though the Poet sputter and write,Though the Orator bully and bawl,If it were not for the Editor's pen,What were the use of it all?Toil, toil, toil,Christians, Mormons, and Jews:Is there a man on this weary earthBut grows richer by reading the news?Richer, richer, richer,As they read it by sunlight and taper?And yet there isn't a soul of them allBut grudges to pay for his paper!"
"Toil, toil, toil!As the constant drop on a stone,So this ceaseless, endless work,Wears away body and bone!Though the Poet sputter and write,Though the Orator bully and bawl,If it were not for the Editor's pen,What were the use of it all?
"Toil, toil, toil!
As the constant drop on a stone,
So this ceaseless, endless work,
Wears away body and bone!
Though the Poet sputter and write,
Though the Orator bully and bawl,
If it were not for the Editor's pen,
What were the use of it all?
Toil, toil, toil,Christians, Mormons, and Jews:Is there a man on this weary earthBut grows richer by reading the news?Richer, richer, richer,As they read it by sunlight and taper?And yet there isn't a soul of them allBut grudges to pay for his paper!"
Toil, toil, toil,
Christians, Mormons, and Jews:
Is there a man on this weary earth
But grows richer by reading the news?
Richer, richer, richer,
As they read it by sunlight and taper?
And yet there isn't a soul of them all
But grudges to pay for his paper!"
THEINSTRUCTIVECHARACTEROFTHELADY'SBOOK.—This is the point that we wish to urge upon the public; that every number is full of instruction as well as amusement. Several of our exchanges have commented upon this matter. Our title would seem to mislead—and why it should, it is hard to tell. We would not publish a book for a lady, and pay so poor a compliment to her understanding as to fill it with mere trifling matter. We aim at nobler purposes, and we challenge an investigation and a comparison with any magazine, as to which contains the most instructive matter, either to a lady or gentleman. Look at our descriptions of Factories of various kinds; our Model Cottages; our receipts upon every subject; our essays; our practical instructions to every lady how to cut and make her own dresses; the various kinds of needlework for ladies; our accounts of the several gold regions, Nineveh, Babylon, &c. The editor of the "Ithaca Chronicle" says: "We have just received the January No., for 1854, and can truly say it is more welcome to our table than any other magazine we now receive. The present number contains one hundred pages of reading matter—not flimsy trash—but of such as is instructive to any person who will read it with a desire to gain knowledge."
YOUNGHYSONANDPOTATOES.—The "Stroudsburg Jeffersonian" says: "Our wife would rather go without her Young Hyson at any time (and she is passionately fond of it too), than miss the smiles of Godey; or a new dress, rather than to be without his patterns for making it." The "Christian Advocate" of Missouri expresses his astonishment that we are acquainted with the virtue of the potato:—
"Mr. Godey, at the back of his ARM-CHAIR, gives a list of excellent receipts for cooking potatoes. From the nice and superb manner in which he has always gotten out his book for the ladies, we had no certain evidence that he had much acquaintance with that invaluableesculent, the potato. It seems, however, we were mistaken. Success to him."
Not acquainted with potatoes! Why, my dear sir, it is the A B C of cooking, and is the first thing to be learned; besides, as a caterer for the ladies, we are bound to know a little of everything.
THENEWMANTEAUDELACOUR, required to be worn by the ladies at the French court, is even more unpopular than was anticipated. Husbands don't like it on account of the expense, and wives shrink from the dancing-master's drill, without which, the wearers of the costume cannot hope to avoid appearing ridiculous. The Empress alone has train-bearers; but other ladies must concentrate all the powers of their mind upon their trains to escape a catastrophe. At the last reception-night there were not more than two hundred ladies present out of eight hundred invited. Under these circumstances it is thought impossible to enforce the regulation announced, that ladies not availing themselves of invitations on January the first, would not be again asked to court during the year.
VERYneat and pretty compliment from the "North Carolina Whig and Advocate":—
"Godey is always prompt, always welcome, and always interesting. If we were asked to point out the best number of the 'Lady's Book,' we should reply in the language of Dr. Johnson when asked which of Shakspeare's plays he most admired? 'The last I read,' the Doctor answered."
THEREhas been some pleasantry on the part of the press touching that unfortunate milkmaid in our February number being on the wrong side of the cow. Our answer is very plain, and gentlemen should make inquiry before they criticize. The girl wasleft-handed, and the cow would not be milked on the other side. She was—that is the cow—a queer creature.
DEDICATORYADDRESS, delivered before the members of Hesperian Lodge, upon the opening of their new hall, by Anson G. Chester, of the "Morning Express." In as short a notice as our space will permit us to give, we cannot do justice to the merits of this beautiful address. We could only do so by publishing the whole of it. Mr. Chester is well known as one of the best poets in this country. His prose is poetic, and worthy of its distinguished author. We wish also to pay a compliment to the handsome dress in which the pamphlet is presented to the public. Messrs. A. M. Clapp & Co. may well be proud of it. The cover is the prettiest piece of type-work we have seen in a long time.
FRANKLININSTITUTEREPORTof the twenty-third exhibition. The address, by George Harding, Esq., that is given in this number, is an able production, and worthy of its author. There is perhaps no similar case on record of a young man, who has hardly been at the bar for two years, who has taken so high a stand as Mr. Harding. He is engaged in almost every patent case that is brought before our courts.
THE"Charleston Weekly News" says of Mrs. Hale's "New Book of Cookery," and the "New Household Receipt Book":—
"These two works will prove invaluable to housekeepers. Mrs. Hale has absolutely exhausted her subject. There is nothing in the wide world, we believe, appertaining to the 'cuisine,' from the homeliest to the mostrecherchédishes, receipts for the preparation of which cannot be found in these volumes. We think that all the ladies who have the direction of 'a home department,' should send a vote of thanks to the author of this Encyclopædia of what should certainly be ranked among the fine arts."
We can furnish one or both.
WEenter our protest against those children's sayings that are now going the rounds of the press. They are horribly blasphemous; and the whole wit in them seems to be in making a familiar use of God's holy name.
THE"Boston Olive Branch" comes to us in a new dress, and looks very handsome. It is an excellent paper, and well conducted. Its circulation is very large. Mr. Norris, the publisher, has authority from us to club his paper with the "Lady's Book." We wish also to say a word of another excellent paper published in another part of our Union, the "Georgia Citizen," L. F. W. Andrews, editor and publisher. There is no paper we open with more satisfaction. It is sprightly and solid. Mr. Andrews, its editor, is a man of sterling sense and honesty. We know him well, and esteem him highly. Our merchants would do well to select it for their advertising patronage. The price is $2 50 a year.
"DORSEY'SDISPATCH," at Wetumpka, Ala., is another of our excellent exchanges. Mr. D. formerly edited the "State Guard," which is now the "Dispatch." Dorsey is as well known in Alabama as we are in Pennsylvania, and the reason is that he publishes an excellent paper.
RAPP'SPENS.—If those persons ordering these pens will please say whether the order is their own writing, we shall be the better able to tell what kind of a pen will best suit them.
MUCHobliged to "A. T. T.," and publish her acrostic:—
God speed thee, beauteous book, in thy pathway to fame!Oh, may thy life be long, and cherished be thy name!Deem not my humble song one-half thy charms could tell,E'en if I were a bard of some romantic dell;Yet can I sing thy praise in my own humble way:Sweet friend of lonely days, despise not thou my lay.Long may thy coming be welcomed by young and old,As, gathering round the hearth, they do thy leaves unfold!Dressed in thy wintry garb, or in thy summer sheen,Yet beautiful art thou, our literary queen.Bright are the smiles thou bring'st unto the humble cot,Our lonely hours to cheer, to ease our humble lot.Oh, may'st thou ever be admired as thou art now,Kind wishes thee attend, and laurel wreath thy brow!THERESA.
God speed thee, beauteous book, in thy pathway to fame!Oh, may thy life be long, and cherished be thy name!Deem not my humble song one-half thy charms could tell,E'en if I were a bard of some romantic dell;Yet can I sing thy praise in my own humble way:Sweet friend of lonely days, despise not thou my lay.Long may thy coming be welcomed by young and old,As, gathering round the hearth, they do thy leaves unfold!Dressed in thy wintry garb, or in thy summer sheen,Yet beautiful art thou, our literary queen.Bright are the smiles thou bring'st unto the humble cot,Our lonely hours to cheer, to ease our humble lot.Oh, may'st thou ever be admired as thou art now,Kind wishes thee attend, and laurel wreath thy brow!THERESA.
God speed thee, beauteous book, in thy pathway to fame!Oh, may thy life be long, and cherished be thy name!Deem not my humble song one-half thy charms could tell,E'en if I were a bard of some romantic dell;Yet can I sing thy praise in my own humble way:Sweet friend of lonely days, despise not thou my lay.Long may thy coming be welcomed by young and old,As, gathering round the hearth, they do thy leaves unfold!Dressed in thy wintry garb, or in thy summer sheen,Yet beautiful art thou, our literary queen.Bright are the smiles thou bring'st unto the humble cot,Our lonely hours to cheer, to ease our humble lot.Oh, may'st thou ever be admired as thou art now,Kind wishes thee attend, and laurel wreath thy brow!THERESA.
God speed thee, beauteous book, in thy pathway to fame!
Oh, may thy life be long, and cherished be thy name!
Deem not my humble song one-half thy charms could tell,
E'en if I were a bard of some romantic dell;
Yet can I sing thy praise in my own humble way:
Sweet friend of lonely days, despise not thou my lay.
Long may thy coming be welcomed by young and old,
As, gathering round the hearth, they do thy leaves unfold!
Dressed in thy wintry garb, or in thy summer sheen,
Yet beautiful art thou, our literary queen.
Bright are the smiles thou bring'st unto the humble cot,
Our lonely hours to cheer, to ease our humble lot.
Oh, may'st thou ever be admired as thou art now,
Kind wishes thee attend, and laurel wreath thy brow!
THERESA.
BEDCHAMBEROFTHEEMPRESSEUGENIEOFFRANCE.—The upholsterers have furnished it a magnificent sky-blue silktenturealong the walls, which is fixed by gold frames, in the style of Louis XV. The arm-chairs, chairs, sofas, and lounges are of the same style and like silk. As for the bed, all made with gilt carved wood, it is covered with acouvre piedsof Maline lace, and the curtains, of blue silk and lace, are hung down all around it, in the same manner as the old beds of our grandmothers. The carpet is also of a blue color, and so thick that one would take it for a bear skin. It was made at Aubusson, expressly for the place in which it lays. The ceiling of the room was painted by Mr. Bresson, and it represents a group of geniuses throwing flowers from rich baskets. The painting is so well done that no one could believe that the figures are not alive. In short, this magnificent bedroom is thene plus ultraof riches and elegance.
Well, this is all well enough in its way; but who would not prefer being plain Mrs. Smith or Mrs. Godey, or any other Mrs.—never being certain, for a moment, when your husband goes out, that he is not to be shot at. Even if you want to go and pay a friendly visit only one or two squares off, you must wait until six horses are harnessed up, a body of cavalry dressed and mounted, the streets cleared of the crowd, and a host of other little etceteras. Dear me, we should soon be tired of royalty!
FEMALESHOEMAKERS.—It is stated that in Washington some of the most respectable women, married and single, engage in the shoemaking business as an agreeable pastime, as well as from motives of economy. "The gaiters which cost us three dollars at the stores," writes a female, "cost us one day's labor and sixty cents for the best material bought at retail. One of us has made five pair of ladies' gaiters in a week. Many of us make shoes for ourselves and children, without neglecting other household duties. On Capitol Hill, alone, there are thirty ladies thus employed, and about two hundred in the city. We find it very easy to make two pair of children's shoes in a day, and they cost here one dollar and twenty-five cents a pair."
We understand that many ladies in this city stitch and prepare their own gaiter boots, and have them made up by the shoemaker. Others again find out the journeymen and employ them. We understand that at least one to one and a half dollars are thus saved on one pair of boots.
PUNCH—than whom there is no greater satirist upon women—says:—
A LIVINGSUPERIORITY.—Woman has this great advantage over man—she proves her will in her lifetime, whilst man is obliged to wait till he is dead.
"NEWYORKSPIRITOFTHETIMES."—This excellent paper, under the editorial supervision of W. T. Porter, Esq., continues to flourish and take the lead as a paper of genius, wit, and humor. It is one of the most successful and popular publications of the day.
A COMPLIMENTTOTWO.—"I inclose you the amount necessary to pay for 'Godey's Lady's Book' and 'Arthur's Home Gazette,' which I have taken and paid for since the first number was issued. The 'Lady's Book' I have taken for fourteen years. I would not be without either of them for twice the amount of the subscription.S. A. M."
It is a pleasure to record such instances as the above. This is one of our long-continued subscribers.
PRECOCITY.—A young lady, twelve years of age, has sent us a club of subscribers to the "Lady's Book." She will make a good wife some day for one of the unfortunate bachelor editors who loan their "Lady's Books."
TEARSANDLAUGHTER.—God made both tears and laughter, and both for kind purposes; for as laughter enables mirth and surprise to breathe freely, so tears enable sorrow to vent itself patiently. Tears hinder sorrow from becoming despair and madness, and laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.
ANold maid, who confesses to thirty-five, says "she doesn't believe—not a bit of it—in the nonsense that men talk about breaking their hearts!" It's her firm belief that there never was a man yet who broke his heart, or, if there was, that he broke it as a lobster breaks one of his claws, another one shooting up very gradually in its place.
LITTLECHILDREN.—"No man can tell," wrote Jeremy Taylor, "but he who loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges. Their childishness, their stammering, their little anger, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort, to him that delights in their persons and society."
WEare receiving repeated applications from our subscribers to publish in some number this year the celebrated engraving of "CHRISTHEALINGTHESICK," from Benjamin West's great picture. If we thought it would be agreeable to the mass of our subscribers, we would do so with pleasure, but we don't like the idea of publishing one engraving twice, it looks as if we were short of engravings. Shall we republish it for the benefit of the new subscribers this year? What say you?
THEspring patterns in this number, from the establishment of Mrs. Suplee, must command general attention. They are the style for the present season.
"RAILROADPOLKA" and the "Reading Polka," the first dedicated to R. L. Stevens, President of the Camden and Amboy Railroad, and the other to the Rev. W. A. Good, A. M. "The Grave of my Mother," and "Mary's Beauty," two songs. These last have the prettiest colored vignettes we have ever seen printed on music sheets. J. W. Gougler, of Reading, is the publisher of the above, and our city music publishers must look to their laurels, for such attractive music is seldom found. J. G. Gould, Swaim's Buildings, has all the above for sale.
THE"Keeseville Gazette" is responsible for the following:—
"When is 'Godey's Lady's Book' as great a source of self-abnegation as a certain observance in the Catholic Church? When it isLent."
"HOWTOMAKEADRESS."—By the time this number reaches our subscribers, the second edition of this work will be ready. We have been obliged to delay numerous orders: but we shall now be ready with a very large edition to supply all who may order the work.
THEeditor of "Moore's Western Lady's Book" says:—
"We have heard it said that Godey is a bachelor, but WE don't believe it, for we cannot see how he can remain such in his present business. How is it, Godey? Suppose you 'let the cat out.' The Western ladies are very CURIOUS to know."
Yes, my dear madam, we are married. Sorry to disappoint the Western ladies; but we have a son fast growing up to man's estate. He will be in the market soon, and is almost as good-looking as his father. It was to him that the following lines were addressed:—
"I believe you isn't married, Ned?You doesn't know the sweetsVat waits upon that happy stateVen man and vomen meets.The buzum's warm emotions, Ned,The drops within the eyes;The nice vashed things, the darned stockings,And all them tender ties."
"I believe you isn't married, Ned?You doesn't know the sweetsVat waits upon that happy stateVen man and vomen meets.The buzum's warm emotions, Ned,The drops within the eyes;The nice vashed things, the darned stockings,And all them tender ties."
"I believe you isn't married, Ned?You doesn't know the sweetsVat waits upon that happy stateVen man and vomen meets.The buzum's warm emotions, Ned,The drops within the eyes;The nice vashed things, the darned stockings,And all them tender ties."
"I believe you isn't married, Ned?
You doesn't know the sweets
Vat waits upon that happy state
Ven man and vomen meets.
The buzum's warm emotions, Ned,
The drops within the eyes;
The nice vashed things, the darned stockings,
And all them tender ties."
VERYbrief, expressive, and complimentary:—
"P. S. When ——'s subscription runs out, don't stop her 'Book.' Next to myself and her sister, loves she 'Godey's Lady's Book.'"
WORTHYOFBEINGIMITATED.—A subscriber in Maryland, who was in arrears, sent on his subscription at the full price, $4 a year, and added the interest. Another, a lady, sent us $4 a year for three years, and paid her subscription to 1855. Another, a gentleman, remitted his subscription in full up to 1860. We fancy that there are few other publications can give such instances as these.
SOMETHINGABOUTCOOKS.—We heard an anecdote about "the new cook" that is worth telling. "Betty," says the mistress, "I want those shells warmed for dinner"—meaning the pastry shells. "Yis, ma'am." And, sure enough, Betty brought up the shells after dinner—a large tray full of them. "Why, what have you there, Betty?" "The shells, ma'am; and they are quite hot." "Shells!" exclaimed the indignant mistress. "Why, those are oyster shells!" "Sure they are, ma'am; and, as you had oysters last night, and I didn't see any other shells, I thought it was these you wanted warmed."
WEextract the following from Mrs. Partington's "Carpet Bag of Fun":—
"WEEP, stranger, for a father spilledFrom a stage-coach, and thereby killed:His name was John Sykes, a maker of sassengers,Slain with three other outside passengers.""Here lies the body of James Monk,Suddenly drowned when he was drunk;He paid his score, and cheated no man—De mortius nil nisi bonum.""His jacet, Tom and Titus Tressel,Lost by the swamping of their vessel.A leak she sprung and settled fast;Payment of Nature's debt was asked,And it was paid—the debtors failingTo give security by bailing.Full many a storm they nobly braved,And tho' they're lost, we hope they're saved."
"WEEP, stranger, for a father spilledFrom a stage-coach, and thereby killed:His name was John Sykes, a maker of sassengers,Slain with three other outside passengers.""Here lies the body of James Monk,Suddenly drowned when he was drunk;He paid his score, and cheated no man—De mortius nil nisi bonum.""His jacet, Tom and Titus Tressel,Lost by the swamping of their vessel.A leak she sprung and settled fast;Payment of Nature's debt was asked,And it was paid—the debtors failingTo give security by bailing.Full many a storm they nobly braved,And tho' they're lost, we hope they're saved."
"WEEP, stranger, for a father spilledFrom a stage-coach, and thereby killed:His name was John Sykes, a maker of sassengers,Slain with three other outside passengers."
"WEEP, stranger, for a father spilled
From a stage-coach, and thereby killed:
His name was John Sykes, a maker of sassengers,
Slain with three other outside passengers."
"Here lies the body of James Monk,Suddenly drowned when he was drunk;He paid his score, and cheated no man—De mortius nil nisi bonum."
"Here lies the body of James Monk,
Suddenly drowned when he was drunk;
He paid his score, and cheated no man—
De mortius nil nisi bonum."
"His jacet, Tom and Titus Tressel,Lost by the swamping of their vessel.A leak she sprung and settled fast;Payment of Nature's debt was asked,And it was paid—the debtors failingTo give security by bailing.Full many a storm they nobly braved,And tho' they're lost, we hope they're saved."
"His jacet, Tom and Titus Tressel,
Lost by the swamping of their vessel.
A leak she sprung and settled fast;
Payment of Nature's debt was asked,
And it was paid—the debtors failing
To give security by bailing.
Full many a storm they nobly braved,
And tho' they're lost, we hope they're saved."
MRS. PARTINGTONONFUNNY-GRAPHY.—And Ike read, "Mr. Wightman submitted a detailed report on the subject of introducing phonotopy, as a study, into the primary schools." "Stop, Isaac," said Mrs. Partington, threateningly holding up her finger, and slightly frowning, "don't make light of anything serious that you are reading—it isn't pretty." "But it's so in the paper, aunt," said Ike; and he again read the sentence, emphasizing the word "phonotopy" prodigiously. Mrs. Partington adjusted her specs, and looked at it, letter by letter, to be assured. "Well, if ever!" said she, holding up her hands; "I declare I don't know what they're gwine to do next. They're always organizing or piano-fortin the schools, and now this funny topy comes along to make 'em laugh, I s'pose, when they ought to be getting their lessons. Sich levity is offal. They do have sich queer notions, nowadays! I can't make head nor tail of 'em, I'm shore."
CONCERTHALL, PHILADELPHIA.—We beg leave to recommend this splendid room to all who wish to occupy it for exhibitions of any kind, concerts, balls, lectures, &c. Mr. Andrews, the lessee, is very attentive, and he is ably seconded by his right-hand man, Mr. Hood. In fact, politeness to visitors by all concerned seems to be the ruling feature.
THEEYELASHESANDEYEBROWS.—In Circassia, Georgia, Persia, and India, one of the mother's earliest cares is to promote the growth of her children's eyelashes by tipping and removing the fine gossamer-like points with a pair of scissors, when they are asleep. By repeating this every month or six weeks, they become, in time, long, close, finely curved, and of asilkygloss. The practice never fails to produce the desired effect, and it is particularly useful when, owing to inflammation of the eyes, the lashes have been thinned or stunted.
LAPIERREHOUSE.—The Boston "Olive Branch" says of this magnificent hotel:—
"'La Pierre House.' Such is the name of a new hotel just opened in Philadelphia, of the most magnificent character. As described in the 'Inquirer,' we should deem it to surpass, in finish and in splendor of furnishment, the regal glory of a palace. Hear how it describes one of the suite of rooms: 'It consists of a parlor and chamber, is extremely beautiful, and furnished in the very richest possible manner, yet with a quietness and repose of taste that are very pleasing and striking. The rooms are separated by a rose-colored and white brocatelle curtain, intertwined with a graceful drapery of lace, suspended from a golden arch. The bedstead is of the richest carving in rosewood, exquisitely adorned with rose and lace drapery, pendent from an ornamental canopy above.'"
ACIRCUMSTANCEof this kind could only happen in Paris, and we somewhat doubt that it ever occurred there:—
On Thursday, a beautiful equipage was seen in the Champs Elysées, containing an elderly gentleman and a lady; the latter, though her face was covered with a thick veil, appeared to be young and handsome. The gentleman, an Englishman, Sir Edward ——, is said to be one of the oddest and most eccentric fellows ever produced by prolific Albion. A talented pianist was lately summoned to his house. His services were required for an evening party, and a generous recompense was promised. The musician came early, and he was introduced into a spacious drawing-room, where many persons were already assembled. This apartment, which was magnificently furnished, was but dimly lighted by two lamps, and scarcely heated at all—the splendid fireplace, adorned with costly bronzes, containing only a wretched fire, which cast a sepulchral glare over the rich furniture. The host went to meet the musician as soon as the footman had announced him, and received him in a most flattering manner. A lady, most sumptuously and elegantly dressed, was seated on a sofa. "Allow me to introduce you to Lady ——, my wife!" said Sir Edward. The musician made a profound obeisance, which the lady, nevertheless, took no notice of; she sat straight and immovable, and fixed an unearthly gaze on the new-comer. There was another lady in an arm-chair, leaning with her elbow on a round table, and apparently reading a book with the greatest attention. "My sister, Miss Emily," said Sir Edward. "Mademoiselle," said the pianist, with a bow; but in vain did he repeat the word and the salutation to call the attention of the young lady; she neither moved nor raised her eyes from the book. "She has always loved reading very much," said Sir Edward. "Rather more than politeness would warrant!" thought theartisteto himself. The remainder of the company consisted of five or six gentlemen. Theartisteobserved, with astonishment, that all these persons affected a strange immobility, just like the lady and sister of Sir Edward. "Will you take a seat at the piano?" said Sir Edward. "What do you wish me to play?" asked the musician. "Shall I select the pieces, or will madam have the kindness to point out some favoritemorceau?" Miladi did not reply, and Sir Edward, answering for her, said, "My wife and I have the same taste in music, so play a piece of Mozart or Listz, and one of your own compositions." "I will begin my own, therefore; for after those masters mine would not be acceptable!" modestly replied theartiste. The sofa on which Miladi was seated was very near the piano, and placed in such a manner that theartistehad the lady opposite him. He looked at her while he was playing, in order to read in her countenance the impression which the music might produce on her. The handkerchief which Miladi held in her hand, having, after a while, fallen to the ground, the musician rushed forward to pick it up: and, in doing so, could not refrain from uttering an exclamation of surprise. "What is the matter with you?" said Sir Edward. "Oh, sir, the lady—the pretended lady!" "Alas!" interrupted Sir Edward, "I only possess the image of an adored wife!" And it was then explained that the worthy baronet, being inconsolable for the loss of certain friends, always travelled about with their image in wax! A party oflivingfriends afterwards assembled, and the evening was spent very agreeably.
HOUSEKEEPERS, look at this; and, before you engage a cook, inquire if she has a husband. This is an illustration of that that said husband going to the paternal abode, with something to feed the young ravens, after having paid a visit to his wife. It is simply "the husband of your cook leaving your house."
SOUNDREASONING—and, as such, will be recognized by those who have been humbugged by the Brown and other lecturers who have honored us with visits from abroad:—
Lecturesvs.Books.—Why a man should put on his overcoat and comforter, and a woman wrap herself in furs, mufflers, cloaks, and shawls, and the children bundle up, to face a strong nor'-wester, and go out to hear a lecture of dubious excellence, or a concert that, after all, is little better than a bore, while at home a goodly array of philosophers and poets, story-tellers and grand advisers, stand waiting to offer their services; yet not one of which looks sad if his neighbor is preferred before him—this we would wonder at, if it were not everybody's habit. If a man has weak eyes, or his thoughts find no anchorage, and if he cannot afford the luxury of a private reader, let him visit the public lecture-room, and he can get much good from it. Or if, for his sins, he has lost his home, let him go to the concert and mortify himself. But we who have homes cannot afford, first, the sacrifice of our home comforts, second, the loss of precious winter evening hours, and third, the price of tickets, unless we know of a surety that they will admit us to choice performances.
On the Duke of Marlborough:—
Here lies John, Duke of MarlboroughWho run the French through and through;He married Sarah Jennings, spinster,Died at Windsor, and was buried at Westminster.
Here lies John, Duke of MarlboroughWho run the French through and through;He married Sarah Jennings, spinster,Died at Windsor, and was buried at Westminster.
Here lies John, Duke of MarlboroughWho run the French through and through;He married Sarah Jennings, spinster,Died at Windsor, and was buried at Westminster.
Here lies John, Duke of Marlborough
Who run the French through and through;
He married Sarah Jennings, spinster,
Died at Windsor, and was buried at Westminster.
In St. Bennet's, Paul's Wharf, London:—
Here lies oneMore, and no more than he:OneMoreand noMore!how can that be?Why oneMore, and no more, may well lie here alone,But here lies oneMore, and that is more than one!
Here lies oneMore, and no more than he:OneMoreand noMore!how can that be?Why oneMore, and no more, may well lie here alone,But here lies oneMore, and that is more than one!
Here lies oneMore, and no more than he:OneMoreand noMore!how can that be?Why oneMore, and no more, may well lie here alone,But here lies oneMore, and that is more than one!
Here lies oneMore, and no more than he:
OneMoreand noMore!how can that be?
Why oneMore, and no more, may well lie here alone,
But here lies oneMore, and that is more than one!
From Broom Churchyard, England:—
God be praised!Here is Mr. Dudley, senior,And Jane, his wife, also,Who, while living, was his superior;But see what death can do.Two of his sons also lie here,One Walter, t'other Joe;They all of them went in the year 1510 below.
God be praised!Here is Mr. Dudley, senior,And Jane, his wife, also,Who, while living, was his superior;But see what death can do.Two of his sons also lie here,One Walter, t'other Joe;They all of them went in the year 1510 below.
God be praised!Here is Mr. Dudley, senior,And Jane, his wife, also,Who, while living, was his superior;But see what death can do.Two of his sons also lie here,One Walter, t'other Joe;They all of them went in the year 1510 below.
God be praised!
Here is Mr. Dudley, senior,
And Jane, his wife, also,
Who, while living, was his superior;
But see what death can do.
Two of his sons also lie here,
One Walter, t'other Joe;
They all of them went in the year 1510 below.
In St. Michael's Churchyard, Aberystwith, is another, to the memory of David Davies, blacksmith:—
My sledge and hammer lay reclined,My bellows, too, have lost their wind,My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,And in the dust my vice is laid;My coal is spent, my iron gone,My nails are driven—my work is done.
My sledge and hammer lay reclined,My bellows, too, have lost their wind,My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,And in the dust my vice is laid;My coal is spent, my iron gone,My nails are driven—my work is done.
My sledge and hammer lay reclined,My bellows, too, have lost their wind,My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,And in the dust my vice is laid;My coal is spent, my iron gone,My nails are driven—my work is done.
My sledge and hammer lay reclined,
My bellows, too, have lost their wind,
My fire's extinct, my forge decayed,
And in the dust my vice is laid;
My coal is spent, my iron gone,
My nails are driven—my work is done.
The following epitaph is transcribed from one of the local histories of Cornwall:—
Father and mother and I,Lies buried here as under,Father and mother lies buried here,And I lies buried yonder.
Father and mother and I,Lies buried here as under,Father and mother lies buried here,And I lies buried yonder.
Father and mother and I,Lies buried here as under,Father and mother lies buried here,And I lies buried yonder.
Father and mother and I,
Lies buried here as under,
Father and mother lies buried here,
And I lies buried yonder.
From Cunwallow Churchyard, Cornwall. [It may be read either backwards or forwards.]
Shall we all die?We shall die all,All die shall we—Die all we shall.
Shall we all die?We shall die all,All die shall we—Die all we shall.
Shall we all die?We shall die all,All die shall we—Die all we shall.
Shall we all die?
We shall die all,
All die shall we—
Die all we shall.
In St. Germain's, in the Isle of Man, the following very singular epitaph is yet to be seen, in Latin, over the tomb of Dr. Samuel Rutter, formerly prebendary of Litchfield, and afterwards Bishop of Sodor and Man:—
In this house,Which I have borrowed fromMy brethren, the worms,lie I,SAMUEL, by Divine permission,Bishop of this island.Stop, reader;Behold and smile atTHE PALACE OF A BISHOP!who died May 30,in the year1653.
In this house,Which I have borrowed fromMy brethren, the worms,lie I,SAMUEL, by Divine permission,Bishop of this island.Stop, reader;Behold and smile atTHE PALACE OF A BISHOP!who died May 30,in the year1653.
In this house,Which I have borrowed fromMy brethren, the worms,lie I,SAMUEL, by Divine permission,Bishop of this island.Stop, reader;Behold and smile atTHE PALACE OF A BISHOP!who died May 30,in the year1653.
In this house,
Which I have borrowed from
My brethren, the worms,
lie I,
SAMUEL, by Divine permission,
Bishop of this island.
Stop, reader;
Behold and smile at
THE PALACE OF A BISHOP!
who died May 30,
in the year
1653.
SOMEFEWINSTRUCTIONSINCROCHET-WORK, which may be of use to some of our lady readers.
In the first instance, the crochet-hook should be very smooth, made of fine steel, and fixed in handles. The stitches used arechain,slip,single,double,treble, andlong treble crochet.
Chain Stitch(ch) is made by forming a loop on the thread, then inserting the hook, and drawing the thread through the loop already made. Continue this, forming a succession of stitches.
Slip Stitchis made by drawing a threadat oncethrough any given stitch and the loop on the needle.
Single Crochet(sc). Having a loop on the needle, insert the hook in a stitch and draw the thread through in a loop. You have then two on the hook; draw the thread through both at once.
Double Crochet(dc). Twist the thread round the hook before inserting it in the stitch, through which you draw the thread in a loop. There will then be three loops on the hook; draw the thread through two, and then through the one just formed and the remaining one.
Treble Crochet(tc), andLong Treble(long tc), are worked in the same way; in treble the thread is puttwice, in long treblethree times, before inserting it into the stitch.
Square Crochetis also sometimes used. The squares are either open or close. An open square consists of one dc, two ch, missing two on the line beneath before making the next stitch. A close square has three successive dc. Thus any given number of close squares, followed by an open, will have so many times three dc, andone over; therefore any foundation for square crochet must have a number that can be divided by three, having one over.
To contract an Edge.This may be done in dc, tc, or long tc. Twist the thread round the hook as often as required, insert it in the work, and half do a stitch. Instead of finishing it, twist the thread round again, until the same number of loops are on, and work a stitch entirely; so that, for two stitches, there is only one head.
To join on a Thread.In joining, finish the stitch by drawing the new thread through, leaving two inches for both ends, which must be held in.
To use several Colors.This is done in single crochet. Hold the threads not in use on the edge of the work, and work them in. Change the color by beginning the stitch in the old color and finishing it with the new, continuing the work with the latter holding in the old. If only one stitch is wanted in the new color, finish one stitch and begin the next with it; then change.
To "Purl" in Netting.Bring your thread forward, and take up the inner side of the stitch, putting your needle downwards in the stitch instead of upwards, as you do in plain knitting.
"W. J. M."—Cannot send the "Lady's Book" previous to January, 1851. Wish we had the eight years to send you.
"Clara S."—Will find explanations of the abbreviations of crochet terms in this number; also March number, page 279; and in our May number we will give further directions.
"L. M. H."—Sent you patterns by mail on 18th.
"Miss A. R."—Sent your hair bracelet on the 18th.
"Miss P. S."—Sent your ring and thimble on the 19th.
"O. V. H."—Sent your gold pen on 19th.
"B. A. C."—Sent the cap patterns by mail on 19th.
"M. P. R." commits the common error of not dating letter nor giving place of residence. The postmark, like every other postmark, is illegible. One-half the letters we receive have the same omissions, giving us a great deal of trouble. We can supply the numbers; but how can we tell what the postage will be when we don't know their destination? The price of the numbers will be 25 cents. The communication was received too late for March number.
"Miss E. P."—Sent your patterns on 20th.
"Graduate" is informed that he had better advertise in the papers here for the situation he wants. There is no other way of procuring it. We have used the masculine in answering this, as "Graduate" omits letting us know whether we are addressed by a male or female. If a female, why not write the first name in full, or prefix Mrs. or Miss?
"T. G. B."—Sent Rigolet by Adams's Express on 28th.
"C. C. D."—Sent Odd Fellows' Regalia by Adams & Co.
"Miss E. C. G."—Sent cotton on the 30th.
"J. W. K."—Sent jet cross on 30th.
"Miss C. R. L."—Sent apron pattern on the 2d.
"M. R. E. P."—Sent jacquette pattern 4th.
One of our subscribers wrote us upon the subject of cutting dresses by our patterns. We have mislaid the letter. Will she please write again?
"Miss T."—Sent cotton by mail. The postage will be expensive; but cheaper than express.
"A. S. C."—Sent dress on the 7th by mail.
"Miss D. H."—Sent patterns by mail on 7th.
"Helen."—Boots to button at the side for winter wear are very fashionable here. Bronze or blue gaiter boots $3, French kid slippers $1 50. Never heard of such a mono-mania; make him wear girl's clothing until he reforms.
"S. S. S."—Sent goods by mail (the cheapest way) on the 7th.
"T. S. H."—Sent Rapp's pen by mail on the 14th.
"Miss M. F."—Sent breastpin by mail on 14th.
"Mrs. J. A. C."—Wrote and sent you circular of prices of Boardman & Gray's pianos.
"M. S. L."—Sent jewelry by mail on 18th.
"Bed Quilts."—Marseilles are almost invariably used now. Of course, they are fashionable.
"J. S. B."—Too late for March number. Cannot furnish "Lady's Book" from the commencement. We have only as far back as 1851.
"Mrs. A. V. Du B."—Sent patterns by mail on 18th.
No orders attended to unless the cash accompanies them.
All persons requiring answers by mail must send a post-office stamp.
"The wicked borroweth and payeth not again."
THE"Pennsylvania Trojan" says: "The present is decidedly the best number, in point of illustrations, reading matter, paper, and typography, ever issued, and every way worthy of the wide-spread reputation of L. A. Godey. We cannot lend this number, to show it to our friends, for Mrs. M. has taken charge of it,and is copying some very pretty patterns of embroidery from it. However, she will take pleasure in displaying its beauties to you."
Sent you a duplicate of that prospectus sheet, friend "Trojan."
GOOD.—A letter from a Ky. editor: "I have about one dozen BORROWING subscribers, who all like your 'Book' remarkably well, I presume, from their eagerness to get hold of it. I have lost one or two of these, however, as they have sent on and subscribed for themselves."
Don't lend, and we shall have the remainder of them soon.
A letter from a lady in New York State:—
"SIR: I have endeavored to be as punctual as possible in making up my club for 1854. The 'Lady's Book,' with its many charms, has become very necessary to our happiness. I am gratified that there are a few ladies among us who are sufficiently endowed with a sense of the beautiful and interesting to appreciate its worth. One of its admirable traits is that it bears acquaintance well. That race of beings who borrow everything they read is not extinct in this vicinity. But that habit, like that of drinking ardent spirits, is growing less, asdecentpeople are ashamed to practise it."
"No loss but what falls on my head." The "Advocate," Stamford, says: "By the way, if the individual who so unceremoniouslyborrowedthe August number will be kind enough to return it, we shall be saved the necessity of troubling Mr. Godey for a duplicate."
Of course, we had to send it.
ONEof our lady subscribers takes two copies of the "Lady's Book," so that she can have one to lend. Hard case; but it is the only way, she says, that she can secure a copy for her own perusal. We would suggest to her to slip in the copy proposals for a club of six. The price to each one would only be $1 67 for a year's subscription.
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