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ORNING TOILET.-The coif is of plain Mech- | lin lace worn over the hair, which is brought in waves over the ears. The robe is of mouse-colored mousseline de laine, of a rich Oriental pattern; instead of loops, it is confined by cords finished with chenille balls by way of tassels; the front is trimmed with crochet buttons; the jupe is elaborately ornamented in needlework. The pelisse is of dark green merino. The sleeves have deep caps with pointed slashes, trimmed with crochet buttons and tasseled lacings; the cuffs are similarly fashioned, and being reversed, like the collar, expose the lining of taffeta, which may match or be of an apricot or cherry color. The wadding is quilted, in imitation of the plumage of a bird's wing. The garment is outlined with a velvet passamenterie. The collar and under-sleeves are of Mechlin lace, en suite with the coif. Slippers of rose-colored satin, quilted and trimmed with swansdown and rosettes.

GIRL'S COSTUME.-The basque is of maroon velvet, unless the complexion is dark, in which case black is preferable. The trimming is of black figured velvet and bugles. The illustration shows the somewhat peculiar form of the tabs at the shoulders. A riche of lace forms the neck trimming. The skirt is of Sèvres-blue silk without flounces; the pantalettes and underskirts of English embroidery. The boots are Congress gaiters. The bonnet is of velvet or taffeta, matching the color of the skirt, and is ornamented with feather trimming.

Boy's DRESS.-The tunic is of violet-colored habit cloth, fastened with a belt, the front being enriched with needlework. The upper portion of the sleeves is quadrilled, the interstices being marked with velvet buttons. English collar and wristbands.

UNDER-GARMENTS.-Figure 4 is a corset cover, the plastron of which is formed of five compartments, arranged as follows: A puffing of cambric is bordered by a French insertion elaborately embroidered, which, in turn, is edged with a ruffle of Valenciennes; these are placed upright upon the linen form. There is an opening upon the side of the central one, which is confined with neat buttons. The neckband, or yoke, and sleeves follow the order of the separate divisions, the borders of the puffing being highly ornamented with a rich appliqué. Whalebones, as indicated by the dotted lines, run to the gores. Our description is sufficiently detailed to enable any one with a gift for needlework to fashion this garment for herself, for which we hope to receive the thanks of husbands and fathers, since the price of the article from which our illustration is drawn was twentyfive dollars.-FIGURE 5 requires little in the way of verbal description. The trimming should be of Valenciennes lace, which of all kinds best sustains the severe ordeal of the laundry.

"Are hoops and flounces to remain in their present amplitude?" is a question often raised by anxious inquirers. Quien Sabe. There is a report that the leading Parisian modistes meditate a coup d'état against the present order of things. In the case of hoops, at least, this is a consummation most devoutly to be wished; but we fear that the report is too good to be true.

FIG. 5.-CHEMISE.

NORTH CAROLINA ILLUSTRATED.

I. THE FISHERIES.

Yet more: the difference is as great between
The optics seeing, as the objects seen.
All manners take a tincture from our own,
Or come discolored, through our passions shown;
Or Fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

ON

POPE.

a pleasant morning in the month of April we find our adventurous traveler, Porte Crayon, standing on the promenade deck of the steamer Stag, which is just backing out from the Blackwater Station, on the Sea-board and Roanoke Railroad.

On approaching this station, about twenty miles distant from the town of Suffolk, one looks in vain for the promised steamboat that is to convey him to Edenton. His search for the navigable river whose waters are to float the boat is equally fruitless; and not without many misgivings does he see the train go off, leaving him standing agape beside his baggage, in the midst of an apparently interminable cypress swamp.

Anon, a blowing and fizzing draws his attention to the swamp on the left. He starts, supposing it to be the noise of an enormous alligator, but is relieved on perceiving a white column of steam rising from the midst of the forest, and a black smoke-pipe peering above the dense undergrowth. At the same moment, a negro approaches and shoulders his baggage.

"Gwine aboard, Massa ?"

The traveler cheerfully follows him down a narrow path, and presently is surprised to find himself aboard of a very promising steamboat. Then, for the first time, looking over her stern, he sees the Blackwater River, a narrow, black ditch, embanked with tangled bushes and cypress-knees, and overarched completely with The trees clothed in vines and hanging moss. stream being barely wide enough to float the boat, she is obliged to crab her way along for a considerable distance, her alternate sides butting the cypress-knees, and her wheel-houses raked by the overhanging boughs.

At length the river begins to grow wider, and, taking advantage of a sudden bend, the boat turns round and pursues her course headforemost. One of the passengers openly expressed his satisfaction at this change, for he said it always made him sick to ride backward.

As his fellow-travelers were not numerous, and showed no disposition to be talkative at this stage of the journey, our hero had ample opportunity to sit apart and amuse himself by indulging in such fancies as the scene suggested.

The tortuous stream lay motionless, like a dead serpent, under the dismal shadow of the never-ending forest. When the prow of the advancing boat disturbed its glassy surface, the waves heaved up as if they might have been uncouth, lazy reptiles, hastening to get out of her way, and flinging themselves over the skel

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eton-like cypress roots, disappeared, tumbling and wallowing among the reeds. Although the genius of Moore has given immortal pre-eminence to the Great Dismal that surrounds Lake Drummond, all the swamps bordering the southern tide-water present the same characteristics, becoming more striking, and, if possible, more dismal, as the traveler advances southward.

At the confluence of the Blackwater and Nottoway rivers we enter North Carolina. There is a stout rope stretched across the river here, which the passenger with the weak stomach took for the State line. On inquiring of the captain, however, he was informed that it was a rope ferry, of which he was presently satisfied by seeing a flat-boat pulled across.

William Byrd, of Westover, one of the commissioners who located this dividing line in 1727, says, "The borderers laid it to heart if their land was taken in Virginia; they chose

much rather to belong to Carolina, where they pay no tribute to God or to Cæsar."

As the day advanced the thoroughfare gradually widened into a broad and noble river, the view became more extended and more animated, but could scarcely be characterized as interesting. However, the announcement that he had entered a new State aroused Porte Crayon from his reveries, and induced him to look about with more alertness. The bordering swamps were still the same, and there was no perceptible change in land or water. Buzzards sailed in lazy majesty athwart the blue sky, and mud-colored terrapins basked luxuriously upon convenient drift logs, motionless as stones, until the waves from the passing boat rolled them over and unceremoniously plumped them into the water. But this paradise seemed as yet untenanted by the human race. Porte Crayon listlessly whittled his pencil

To the inquiring mind there might be something suggestive in this picture. We, however, prefer to let every one draw his own inferences and make his own comments thereon. While our stanch little steamer paddles industriously on her way, we may be permitted to relieve the tedium of the journey by extracting some interesting historical notices of the early settlement of North Carolina.

In April, 1684, Sir Walter Raleigh sent out two ships, under Amidas and Barlow, on a voyage of discovery to the New World. In July the same year they landed on the coast of what is now North Carolina, thanked God, and took possession after the fashion of those days. They made explorations and had some intercourse with the natives, by whom they were received with "Arcadian hospitality." On their return to England they gave such glowing accounts of the new country that the public imagination was fired, and a company of adventurers was easily formed to colonize a land that promised so much.

Hackluyt says, "It is the goodliest soil under the cope of heaven, the most pleasing territory of the world. The continent is of a huge and unknown greatness, and very well peopled and towned, but savagely. If Virginia had but horses and kine, no realm in Christendom would be comparable to it." He thus characterizes the natives: "They are a people gentle, loving, faithful, void of guile, cruel, bloody, destroying whole tribes in their domestic feuds; using base stratagems against their enemies, whom they invited to feasts and killed."

Some might be disposed to consider this old writer a wag, but his description was doubtless a correct one, as it seems to be a very good gen

In the preface of a book printed in London, anno 1626, entitled "Purchas his Pilgrimage or Relations of the World," the author breaks out into the following: "Leaving New France, let us draw neerer the sunne to New Britaine, whose virgin soyle not yet polluted with Spaniards lust, by our late Virgin Mother was justly called Virginia, whether shall I here begin with elogies or elegies? whether shall I warble sweet carols in praise of thy lovely face thou fairest of virgins which from our other Britaine world hath won thee wooers and sutors, not such as Leander whose loves the Poets have blazed for swimming over the straits betwixt Sestos and Abydus to his louely Hero, but which for thy sake have forsaken their mother earth, encountered the most tempestuous forces of the aire and so often ploughed vp Neptune's Plaines, furrowing the angry ocean, and that to make thee of a ruder virgin, not a wanton minion but an honest and Christian wife."

And so the worthy Pilgrim continues for several pages without a stop; but we would as lief drink a quart of beer without taking breath as undertake to read it all. In the narrative he goes on to say, "In the river of Tamescot they found oysters nine inches long, and were told that on the other side there were twice as great. Moreover, the peple told our men of cannibals neere Sagadahoc with teeth three inches long, but they saw them not."

At this point the annotator was interrupted by a remark from a green-looking passenger, in a blue coat with brass buttons.

"Stranger," quoth he, "you appear to take great diversion in that book you're a-reading."

In reply, Crayon read the last quoted paragraph aloud. The listener opened his eyes, puckered his mouth, and wound up with a long whistle.

"Oh, Chowan! Three inches long? Well, that's what I call a Gatesville story."