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PLEASANT FOR THE LADIES, me, boys, (hic heare to the IT’S GOT TO COME. Stow but sure the roses fa Wrinkles ga Very soon th Anda alse front” takes its place. Year by year the larger belt Hags the eratwhile ste Ice-cream longings nom Ma waist; re felt, ces pall on the taste. Food more solid, stronger tea, essness of onions’ scent; rs clitab the knee; anned fruits the mind content. Maidens, slender, stout, or tall, Though your thoaghts may now Sach a fate awaits yor all— o the ok world runs away! =p. W. MOCLTOX, be gay, LETTERS FROM ABROAD. We have recently secured as a regular cor- respondent a young lady who is at present traveling in Europe, and we have no doubt that her letters, as they shall appear from time to time in our columns, will be equally amus- ing and instructive to our readers, She will write only for the Ticer, and every one should subscribe at once, as we cannot supply back numbers. Below are given her first two letters: Dean Ep, Trorr,—t am very glad to be able to com- ply with your request for a series of short, sketchy ar- ticles om abroad, and, with your permission, I will be- gin with the voyage. The anchor has been let fall, the engines are reversed, the mighty propeller is sending wild sheets of foam over the larboard bow of our no- De vessel, and we are off at last, bounding over the Willows blue. The sunset is indeed gorgeous, and just in front of me sits a lady;with such a curiously knit blue sacque over her arm. I wish she would turn round, so that T could see how the stitch is made. She had the athen sire'll go, si got to stake night (hie)." loveliest ruching around ber neck that I think [ ever If garnets were not going out of fashion, I would envy her her sweet little ear-rings, but I thank Heaven that Lam above anything like that. This afternoon I found 1d she has promised to show me how to make that crochet stitch, I admired a gros grain that she wore very much, and she toll me that it was the est bargain in the workl. It was a piece of damaged goods, and she managed to get out of it enoagh for a very handsome dress at not more than one-third the pri generally pay. I intene to xet some at the same place when I return to New York, T would ke to tell my dear readers where to go, but I pr I's the deas kind of a secret, and we have lots of fun about it with the other lady pagsen- at ber name, mised not to, My grenadine is cannot wear it much | boant are very nice. 1 spotted, and I'm afraid 1 The other passengers on Inoticed yestenlay Miss R. wear- a hat trimmed with ostrich feathers. I knew very well that the damp sea breeze would take all the curl out of them, but I wasn't going to tell her, after such an exhibition of pride in wearing them on deck before 10 o'clock. Sure enough they were all spoiled, and she ruined a blue silk dress at the table that same day—the soup upset, you know. Still, poor girl, she didn’t know any better; and she has got some of the loveliest trim. ming for a hat that T—bat, I declare, here we are at Liverpool, and I must close my ocean letter. Dear Ep. Tioen,—Liverpool is a wonderfully large town, but the women do dress abominably. Their patterns are miserable, the cating and trimming is worse, and their taste is execrable. Liverpool has many docks and public buildings, but the only pretty dress I saw to-day was a steel gray body and over- ekirt, with a polonaise in the Queen Anne style There are also many monuments—and she had it edged at the neck with some real old Ince. The Liverpool streets— Ob, [forgot abont her hat—a perfect fright, all out of shape, and fixed up with artificial flowers and feathers mixed—did you ever? That evening arrived at Calais, and went direct to Paris—chere Paris, The River Seine flows by the city, and I do we honestly believe that every one of those French women has a false set of teeth. They talk their French with such a peculiar accent, I couldn't understand them. Military displays are very common here, and black vel- vet walking habite, with large jet buttons, are all the fashion. The city is very populous, and I must learn how they crimp their hair without carl papers. I went to the Loavro yesterday, and it was just the prettiest thing I ever saw. Where they do pick up such lovely combinations in pink and sky-blue I can't imagine. Of course only brunettes can stand sach bold reliefs. But now I must tell you something about the Tuile. rie Itis built of stone, 1 think; or may be it was brick and the polonaise was a dark olive green—that is, of this lady's dress, I mean, You can dress exquisitely in Paris for four bundred francs a month, and a canal runs right through the center of the city. The statue of Napoleon is of sea green bazaine—I should say bronze—and with six-button, pearl-colored kid gloves, which are all the rage, you are quite au fait, and it’s very high, too. The Arc de Triomphe is magnificent, but if you have one made, have It with six plaits down the back, and a corded silk collar; and, I think, twenty horses can pass under it abreast. The sewerage system of Paris is su- perb, while afternoon toilets are en regle on the Boule- var after three F.., every day, if you have a permit from the chief of police, but Worth makes them up for a mere song. Paris is very large and populous, and if you want a dolman, I advise you to procure it in Paris, and there's nearly two million in it, and, I should think, fully miles square. eft for Brussels that evening and arrived the next day, nearly dead with fatigue, and with every oue of tranks stolen, Brussels is very large, but I don’t think any light- colored silks; populous, too; of use to travel in; large handsome streets, unless you b: dust protector and a 1 lutely fire-proof and with We went to the cathed nt, while im lady with such a peculiar dress, ppen to possess a light ndsome Ct se, abso- modern conveniences tis agrand ly in front of me sat a Iwill try to describe Itis built in the form of a Greek cross, with four flounces and a double plait. the transept is a magnificent rose overskirt with fluted gluas edging on which are painted scenes from the Old Testatment which really harmonize very well with the dark polished tracery of a Gothic roof, espe- cially when you run a bead around the lower edge a Shire it down neatly, At the back is the grand organ, with four rows of rl buttons at the side. It has a tremendous sub and the canningest litte white feather on top. he had a butf-colored belt, with a vox humana stop on, and as that glorious burst of melody re-ecboed throngh the church she suddenty stopped, and the organ smiled and walked down the aisle, 80 that I could see exactly jast how the brass ruttling was gored into the keyboard. As the last notes of the Inflammatus died away my very soul scemed lifted up into a higher, nobler atmosphere of sweet supernal bliss, and I felt that I could have sat there forever. At any rate I got the color in my eye, and matched it perfectly the very next time I went to London. Bat now, good Tier, 1 am very tired, and I have wnitten you a long letter. To-morrow we are en route for Rome, with its glorious art treasures and relics of a grand historic past, Till then, adiea, farewell, or, as we say in Brussels, “Guten abend.” Au revoir!— Princeton Tiger. and noble # it, dear readers. At each end Tue only Scotch joke extant is to be found in ‘* Macbeth,” who, when Birnam Woods was reported to be coming to Dunsinane, sarcas- tically inquired if each tree was bringing its trunk. Ir does not follow because a convict is forced to have his head shaved, that his treatment in other respects should be alto- gether barbarous. A PROMISE of marriage in some of our courts is like precious china : a man has so much to pay for its breakage. comicbooks.com