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A Bxau'rlrm. Poem—A lady calls our attention to the fol Tan MIRANDA or Suansrunr.—The mezzotint, in this num } lowing poem, as equally true and beautiful. The subject her, is engraved from an original picture, painted by G. W. is ~‘ Woman’s Love.” Oonarroe, an eminent artist of this city. The subject is Come from your long, long roving, Miranda, the heroine of “The Tempest ;” and the scene that On the sea so wild and rough, Come to me tender and loving, in which, after beholding the wreck, she adjures her father And I shall be blest enough. to calm the storm. The poet makes her say, I/l/ </. Ir”
“Oh, I have suffered With those that 1 saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash’d all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished. Had I been any god of pow'er, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or o’er It should the good ship so have swallow’d, and The frcightiug souls within her.” 'In many respects, Miranda is the best of Shakspeare’s female heroines, lovely and womanly as they all are. Mrs. Jameson, in her “Characteristics,” says of this exquisite delineation ;—“ Had Shakspeare never created a Miranda, we should never have been made to feel how completely the purely natural and the purely ideal can blend into each other.” And she adds 1—“ The character of Miranda resolves itself into the very elements of womanhood. She is beauti ful, modest and tender, and she is these only; they comprise her whole being, external and internal. She is so perfectly unsophisticated, so delicately refined, that she is all but ethereal. Let us imagine any other woman placed beside Miranda—even one of Shakspeare’s own loveliest and sweet est creations—there is not one of them that could sustain the comparison for a moment; not one that would not ap pear somewhat coarse and artificial when brought into im mediate contact with this pure child of nature, this ‘Eve of an Enchanted Paradiso.’” And again :—~‘Not only is she exquisitely lovely, being what she is, but we are made to feel that she could not possibly be otherwise than she is pourtrayed. She has never beheld one of her own sex: she has never caught from society one imitated or artificial grace. The impulses which have come to her, in her en chanted solitude, are of heaven and nature, not of the world and its vanities.” Such a woman Mr. Oonarroe has realized on canvas. It is not mere beauty, in the common acceptation of the term, which is depicted in her face; but there is there also a spirit ual loveliness, full of all purity and truth. What sadness, too, what womanly pity! The action of the picture, as a composition, is very good. The waves tossing on the shore; Miranda's hair blown about by the winds; the black, whirl
ing clouds overhead; the forked lightningz—all these for cibly express the agitation of Nature, which, so to speak, is
the burden of the play. Mr. Sartain has also done himself great credit by the manner in which he has engraved the picture for us. Lin Succulents—In a letter, enclosing two dollars, the writer says—“I expect to take your Magazine as long as I live: I think it the best published." Every year we are adding extensively to this list of life subscribers. We have names, on our books, that have been receiving the Magazine for fifteen or sixteen yam.
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Of men though you be unforgiven, Though priest be unable to slirive, I'll pray till 1 weary all Heaven, If only you come back alive. Where your sails have been unfurling, What winds have blown on your brow, I know not, and ask not, my darling, So that you come to me now. Sorrowful, sinful and lonely, Poor and despised though you be, All are nothing, if only You turn from the tempter to me.
Tunas Bittu'nrur. PlCTUBllS.—T. Buchanan Read, the poet pninter, has just returned to this city, after an absence of several years in Rome, bringing with him several pictures of great beauty, which he has painted to fill commissions. i Among these pictures, "The Spirit of the Waterfall," be
- longing to J. L. Claghorn, Esq., is particularly noticeable.
It represents a waterfall, with nymphs descending, grace fully grouped together; a charming idea, and which is car ried out with equal force and beauty. A fortunate man is Mr. Claghorn to be the possessor of so superior a chzf d" t 0mm. Another picture is “Jephtha’s Daughter,” painted 4
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Hun-Dams: Cairn—Among our fashion embellishments
i is a pretty caul for the head, which any lady can, if she i chooses, make for herself; and a description of which, there
fore, We annex. For the materials take % yard of black silk bobinett lace, two yards large crimson and gold silk i cord, three yards of long large crimson and gold silk tassois, i sixteen small crimson and gold silk msols. Cut a round piece out of the black lace as large as the 1/4 yard will allow. g h Sew the cord upon the lace as seen in the design, putting h > the small tasscls in the places assigned. Dispose of the long tassels, two on one side, one on the other. Make a narrow i hem in the edge of the lace, in it run a piece of black elastic, just long enough to fit the knot of hair. This is a very h pretty head-dress and easily made. Any color cord and h tassels may be used. Black, crimson, black and gold, blue '2 or pink are all beautiful.
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A WORD roa floors—The gentlemen, who amuse them selves at the expense of ladies’ hoops, should read the fol
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OUR Surrizs PATTERN.—-We think this the best affair of h its kind ever published in a Magazine. For next month, h h however, we have something even handsomer. Recollect, h one of tho-lo colored patterns is to be given, in every num h2 ber, mil year. i
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one of a party of girls who were fishing off the Hackensack (N. J.) bridge, fell into the water, and as the current was very strong would undoubtedly have been drowned, had not the expansion of her hoops and clothing kept her above the
water until assistance reached her.”
