LADIES’ EXPRESS.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 262, 7 April 1875, Page 2

LADIES’ EXPRESS.

The Editor will be glad to gioe insertion to any local contributions from his lady frienas that may be considered interesting in the family circle, or to the sex generally.'] o I THINK OF THEE. I think of thee when woodlands whisper back An answer to the nightingale’s soft cull, When fountains, catching the low-murmured sights Of night-winds, bearing on their gentle wings The subtle fragrance of a thousand flowers, Lisp out their freshness ’neath the starry sky I think of thee when dreamy distance clasps The silvery twilight melting into night, And the palo moon a shimmering lustre pours Through an ethereal veil of silken mist; When the fair curtains of the day are drawn, And not a rosy shadow lingers in The thrilling presence of the dewy night. I think of thee when the bright path of dawn Is strewn with golden glories, and the vales Glow in the purple light of new-born day ; When from the leafy thickets warbling birds » Chant matin hymns of countless harmonies. I think of thee when freshening breezes kiss The mountain-tops, and meadow blossom* peep To greet the sportive sun’s bright, wandering rays, And bathe their faces in the morning’s tears. 1 think of thee when green-robed spring appears. And baffled winter swiftly hies away ; When laughing summer dances o’er the earth, Or mellow autumn trails its tresses through A flood of shadowed richness. Morning, nbou, And night, in every season, hour, or scend. Thou hast my thoughts, for earth were Ae’er so fair Didst thou not mingle with her loveliness.

“ Let me rest calmly within a shroud, With a weeping willow by my side.” wrote a sentimental old bachelor, who affected to be tired of life ; but the reckless printer put it: — “Let)ne rest calmly within a shawl, With a weeping widow by my side.” On reading that the old bachelor really did want to die.

A new whim of fashion consists in returning to the twenty years’ old manner of fastening dresses in the back. But this innovation has no chance of being adopted by any other ladies but those who command the services of a lady’s-maid, and those are few indeed compared with the hosts of those who must content themselves with their own ten fingers. Besides, there is nothing so wonderfully becoming in a dress buttoning in the centre of the back, and leaving the front of the dress perfectly plain and bare, as to justify this change in high dresses. For low evening-dresses, the case is different* They are all, now, laced behind. Buttons in front are no more to be seen; but, then, the whole front of the bodice is richly embroidered with jet, white or black ; and what is the front of a low dress compared wi;h that of a high dress ? There is a new sort of veil, which is extremely convenient with our stringless bonnets. It is made with extremely long lapels, which arc crossed behind, brought back in front, and tied loosely under the chin.