another adorns the upper part of the crown on the opposite side. We may cite among the prettiest of the crape haps, one of the palest tint of rose, trimmed in a graceful but rather singular style, by a bird of Paradise placed on the brim on the left side; the interior of the brim was trimmed upon the right by a tuft of small rose coloured flowers, of a deeper shade than the hat, they mingle with the curls of the hair. Let us now turn to the salle de danse, the dresses for which are this year remarkably splendid. Diamonds, which have hitherto been rarely used for balls, except for those of the court, are now very generally adopted. Rich guazes, either plain or figured, such as gaze gothique, gaze gros de Naples, and gaze orientale are very much in favour for robes, but we see also several of velours epingle, and were of painted satin. These dresses now are not so frequently made en tablier, though that mode is still fashionable, but we perceive that a greater number of robes are looped on one side, or even, sometimes, on both, by a knot of ribbon, an agrafe of precious stones, or else a bouquet of flowers. The Duchess de C, and her beautiful sister, Madame de L—, latele appeared at the ball given for the benefit of the poor at thy Opera house in similar dresses, which were very much admired. The robes were of pale blue velours epingle, a low corsage, arranged en cœur, full at the shoulder, but plain at bottom. The sleeves short and very full, were slashed so as to display the white satin ones worn underneath. The skirt of the usual width, was drawn up on the right side about half way to the knee, and on the left it was looped entirely to the knee by a similar bouquet. The undress was white satin. Ball head-dresses are always en cheveux, but variously ornamented according to the style in which the hair is dressed. Where curls are adopted, tufts of flowers à la Mancini are still in vogue, but they are no longer employed for the coiffeurs à la Clotilde, or à la Madonna. Marabous are no longer used to ornament head-dresses of hair, they have been succeeded by ostrich or peacock's feathers; the latter have been recently introduced, and promise to become very fashionable; when tastefully placed in the hair they have a singular but very graceful effect. One of the prettiest of these coiffures is composed of a demi couronne in wreaths of peacock's feathers, forming an aureole, and terminating in a long feather, which being twisted in a spiral direction at the extremity, drooped lightly on the shoulder. Flowers only are adopted by unmarried ladies; wreaths of them intermingled with blond lace are very much in request; they form an extremely becoming and tasteful coiffure for juvenile belles. The fan, always an indispensible accessroy to the ball room, is now precisely of the kind and size adopted in Louis XV.'s day. It generally presents us with a landscape, in which a shepherdess is tending her flock in powdered hair, a hoop petticoat, with wreaths of flowers, and a crook. Or else we have a representation of a coquette of those days, and a petit maitre, both in grand costume. The colours à la mode are those of last month, but white is more fashionable than any colour in evening dress. EXTRACT FROM OUR PARIS LETTER.-You must not be angry at my long silence; I have, it is true, been very much engaged, but by no means agreeably so, as I am sure you will acknowledge, when I tell you we have received a visit from our cousin Mordant, who is still our inmate, and heaven knows a most disagreeable inmate she is. One would think she came here purposely to find fault with every thing and every body. She says without scruple in all companies, that she finds Paris detestable, that she has never been able to get a night's rest, nor to make a dinner since she entered it,; and that as to the politeness upon which the French pique themselves, she finds it so troublesome and artificial, that she would a hundred times rather have to do with the Americans, even admitting that they are as rude and unpolished, as Mrs. Trollope describes them. You cannot conceive, my dear, the effect that all this produces, coming as it does from the lips of a spinster, who, though she is really eight-andtwenty, might, with her brilliant complexion, fair hair, and lovely blue eyes, very well pass for nineteen. The abruptness of her manner, and the somewhat masculine freedom with which she delivers her sentiments, are as little in accord with the delicacy of her face and figure, as they are with the general habits of demoiselles in this country. She is a sad torment to mamma, who has done every thing that kindness and hospitality could do to render her comfortable, but without effect. The morning after her arrival, she insisted on my walking out with her; I pleaded in vain, that ladies never walked in Paris any where but in the public promenades, This was not, however, my only objection, for in fact I thought that her mantle,-such a one as I remember to have been fashionable in England about four years agomight expose us both to ridicule. Do not suppose that we should have been laughed at openly-the Parisians are too polite for that-but it is not pleasant to be ridiculed even when one's back is turned. Louisa told me that she did not come to Paris to adopt their foolish customs, and that go out on foot she should whether I accompanied her or not. This settled the matter; out we sallied, attended by her footman, an Irishman, who has never been in service before, and whom she has actually engaged because he could not get a place any where else. She picked him up I think somewhere in the wilds of Kerry, and to say the truth, he seems to be the most grateful and devoted, but as a footman the most useless of creatures. On he marched, his mouth open, and his head turning from side to side; his strange figure rendered more conspicuous by his handsome rich livery. This was worse you will say than the mantle; but conceive my surprise, when I found that the said mantle so far from appearing ridiculous, seemed to make quite a sensation; it is a rich deep blue gros des Indes, trimmed at the bottom with a very broad band of ermine, a very large cape, and deep colJar, each trimmed to correspond. The three bands of ermine appeared placed at equal distances on the dark blue silk, and produced a singular but pretty effect, which was heightened, no doubt, by the really graceful figure of the wearer. several elegant women turn and look after us, and more than once heard the exclamation," It is really charming!" "Do you know," said I to her, "that you have brought a new fashion to Paris? you may expect to see some models of your mantle in a few days." I was right, for some few have since appeared. I saw EMILY B. The House in which Shakspeare was born, at Stratford upon Avon. The House at Weimer in which Goethe lived and died. SHAKSPEARE'S BIRTH PLACE. Of this house Mr. Brewer, speaking of Stratford upon Avon, says, "The most interesting of the ancient domestic structures is the house in which Shakspeare was born. This building is situate in Henley Street, and remained the property of the Hart family, descended from Jane, the sister of Shakspeare, until 1806, in which year they parted with it by sale. The premises, orginally occupied as one dwelling, are now divided into two habitations; the one being used as a butcher's shop, and the other as a public-house, known by the sign of the Swan and Maiden's Head. The outer walls of the whole were divided into panels by strong pieces of timber; but a brick front has been substituted in that part of the building now used as a public-house or inn the an cient form is still preserved in the other half, or butcher's premises." GOETHE'S RESIDENCE. The romantic poet and patriarch of German literature resided many years in the house here represented at Weimer. It was here that he expired without any apparent suffering, in his arm-chair, having a few minutes before called for paper for the purpose of writing, and expressed his delight at the arrival of Spring. His remains were interred on the 26th of March, 1832, in the Grand Ducal vault at Weimar. IT HAUNTS ME BY NIGHT AND BY DAY. BY WILLIAM LEMAN REDE. There's a spirit round me hovering, It |