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- LIFE: THE SEASON. AN ANNUAL RECORD OF SOCIETY IN HOBOKEN AND VICINITY. MASHED POTATO COVER, $3.00. (A LIBERAL DISCOUNT TO REAL SWELLS.) II. (Hors d’Euvre.) N Aug. 31st, the last swarry was given in the Dandergilt mansion by Mr. Jeames de la Pluche, assisted by Mary McCarthy. The occasion was un- usually festive, as the line of Lafitte, '57, had not previously been reached. Mrs. McCarthy wore a scarlet satin dress, a gift of Mr. Dandergilt ; and Mr. la Pluche would have been most elegant in a new dress-suit of his young master, had the pants not split at the calves. Tuesday, September 28. At noon, the elegant chancel of the Church of the Heavenly Leisure was brilliantly decorated with choice hot-house flowers for one of the most fashionable wed- dings of the season. The blinds were carefully pulled down during the ceremony lest the gas-light should be marred, and Dr. McMammon, who read the service from a prayer-book richly bound in tree-calf, delivered the lines in his best manner. On leaving the church the happy pair drove directly to the magnificent steamer Corkscrew, of the White Goods line, which sailed at 2 p.M, for Europe. Wednesday, October 24th. Miss Pinkie Smythe Robinson, daughter of John Robinson, Esq., great-niece of Andrew Jackson and also of Andrew Johnson, and related to the Eart of (Robinson) Ripon, was married to Talkytalk Gimlet of the Drummerville Mutual Life Insurance Co., paid- up capital $300,000. The ceremony was performed in quiet. Friday, December 7th. In the evening transpired Mrs. Van Bumblebug’s dinner, probably as splendid an entertainment as could well occur in a Democratic city. The elegant mansion with its original rooms was considered regal, or at least vice-regal, when first opened ; but its owners have since added a boudoir and several cellars, with their accustomed /uxure. It was thrown open from attic to cellar on this occasion to at least twenty of the élite. There were several ladies present whose husbands were noble ; and every man was a gentleman but the host. Of the men, it was remarked that their cheques would be good for almost any amount. The hostess was dressed in perfect good taste. Wednesday, December 12th, A special train carried a large number of fashionable people along the autumn-tinted shore of the Sound to Norwalk, Conn., where the well-known insurance agent, Mr. William C. Taylor, was married to miss Grace Calkins. The run to Norwalk was made in sixty-six minutes. She carried the usual bridal bouquet. ‘Ihe church was tastefully decorated with autumn leaves ; and the bridal pair were relieved by a background of smilax. Among the bridesmaids were Miss Allie C. Fatman—ornaments, diamonds ; Miss Hilldegarde Ham—ornaments, diamonds ; Miss G. D. Rott—orna- ments, diamonds; Miss Buntie Boomer—ornaments, diamonds. We append an inventory of the presents, prices marked. It was whispered that the bride’s father gave a cheque in five figures; but, being drawn to bearer, it was not shown, The happy pair came to New York by the 4:28 train and took the 2:10 night express for Lake Mogunk. Monday, March 18th. In the evening, Mr. and Mrs. Daily Dogged gave a dinner to Mr. Coching Chiner. Mrs, Motherin Law, Mr. Charles Carroll, Mr. and Mrs. Pedigree Poore, Mrs. Newfound Land, and Miss Dogged were present. (Hors a’ Euvre.) Why the Doggeds gave the dinner. you know ? Why the Lands were there. hey are green yet. They think Mrs. Dogged leads society. Why the Pedigree-Poores were there. is rich, Why Mrs. Motherin Law was there. Mrs. Motherin Law will go anywheres, Why Mr. Charles Carroll was there. there. => Bless us ! don't Mr. Dogged He was not HE very title of the volume before us, “A New- port Aquarelle” (Roberts Brothers), is deliciously suggestive of the interest which lies between its politely grey covers. Of all the seasons of Newport's well ad- vertised glory, the present has undoubtedly been the richest in food for social and philosophical reflection, and the most prolific in themes dear to every lover of scandal and gossip. So, when a story appears which purports to unveil wholly the half-hidden Lares and Penates of the resident dowager Grundy, the interest awakened is far more than local. In this novel, it is broadly hinted, all is not fiction, and some critics go so so far as to say that each of the characters were drawn from nature. Whether this be wholly true or not, it is certain that the author has sketched boldly and with free hand, and that the “ Aquarelle” is reasonably real- istic and entertaining, although it might be wished that the shaft aimed to shoot folly as it flies in Newport were aimed at a better butt than the effort made by some of our silly beauties to plunge into wedlock with English- men solely because they are English. Our social rela- tions with England are now not so feeble but that a girl who is a pronounced “ Newport success” might easily learn the standing of any Briton in whom she was in- terested. The Blue Book is too frequent in Newport for such ignorance to obtain. comicbooks.com