LADIES' EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 232, 19 December 1874, Page 2

LADIES' EXPRESS.

[The Editor will be glad to give insertion to any local contributions from his lady friends that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.] o “A MAN'S ANSWER." (In Reply to a “Woman’s Questions.”) Ask me not in doubting numbers, If hearts, now true, will constant prove; Affection deep, too calmly slumbers, For love like mine to seek to rove. When from thy cheek the roses fade, And silv’ry curls bedeck thy brow ; When feeble footsteps seek for aid, I’ll love thee dearly, then, as now ! Thy voice—remember’d with delight— Is music to my willing car, And to my soul both day and night, Will comfort bring from year to year. Thy loveliness can ne’er depart For beauty of the mind is thine ; Its impress deep is on my heart, And Heav’n hath stamp’d it as divine. As we recount the Summers past, And Winters, cold, do come and go, My love, unchanging to the last, Will constant be in weal or woe. In age, as in the days of youth, No change shall mark my earnest vow ; While life doth last, with fervent truth, I’ll love thee dearly, then, as now ! 11.E.W. Gisborne, December 17th, 1874. PARIS FASHIONS. A pretty costume is made of gray vigogne. The skirt is trimmed with a deep gathered flounce, edged with a very fine pleating of black and white grisaille silk in miniature check. This flounce is headed with three rows of grisaille silk pleating, alternating with two narrow gathered vigogne flounces; the tunic forming a round tablier in front and two large square lapels behind. These are twisted together into a sort of loose bow. All the

outlines arc edged with t he same silk pleat ing. A pretty jacket with round basques, close fitting* behind, loose in front with pockets, is trimmed all round with pleating. Black mother-of-pearl buttons complete the trimming. ' The dress most in fashion for indoor wear is the Princess dress —not the peignoir. It is then always simply made, elaborate trimmings being reserved for the evening. Large buttons, revers and ruff, are all that is necessary. The revers and the lining of the ruff can be in camaieu style and of silk or velvet. It is better for very thin or very stout ladies to leave some fulness at the three back and the two side seams to form underneath pleats, which will in one case veil extra plumpness, and in the other supply in some measure its absence. For the front there is the choice between two rows of buttons with redingote revere, and one row with a ruff. A gentleman caught cold by kissing a lady’s snowy brow. Consolation for the prematurely grey— Those whom the gods love, dye young.—Judy “ Are you fond of tongue, sir?”—“ 1 always fond of tongue, madame, and I stillN “ I don’t wish to say anything againstJme individual in question,” said a very polite gentleman; “ but would merely remark, in the language of the poet, that to him truth is stranger than fiction.”

No Doubt of it.—Silly : “ I’ve thought it over a good deal, and I’ve come to the conclusion that relations are a great bore ; don’t you think so ?”—Sensible : “ I think it most likely your relations will be all of that opinion.”— Fun.

Beauty.—Without expression, the most perfect features are not beautiful. It may be said that the eyes sway the destiny of the face; for if their expression be not beautiful, the most exquisitely-modelled other features, the most classical mould of the head, and the purest Grecian oval of general facial outline, are but doves clustering in the fascination of hideous snakes. On the other Land, a beaut iful eye raises the plainest face to a higher rank of beauty than mere symmetry can ever attain. The greatest and most loved women of history were often indebted solely to the beautiful expression of their eyes for their nameless power of fascinating all who beheld them. And to make the eyes thus beautiful, it is only necessary to throw into them that light of the soul which emanates from the gentler emotions and purest thoughts. All violent passions abuse the eye, all unworthy thoughts mar its clearness. A Love Story.—Phairest of the phair,’* sighed a lover, “ pliancy my pheelings when 1 phoresee the pheerful consequences of our phleeing phrom your phather’s phamily. Phew phellows could have phaced the music with so much phortitude as I have; and as phickle phortune rephuses to smile upon our love, I phind myself phorccd to phorego the pleasure of becoming your husband. Phair Phrances, pharewell phor ever.”—“ Hold, Phranklin, hold,” screamed Phrances. “ I will phoilow you phor ever.” But Phranklin phled, and loving Phrances phai tiled.