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and tlio fabrics made of these materials were uniformly of coarse tex- 

 ture. Such is an account of the progress of the cotton manufacture 

 in foreign climates when conducted merely by the agency of those 

 rude machines which were sufficient for Indian dexterity, but miser- 

 ably inefficient in the clumsy hands of the European. The experi- 

 ment had been tried of forming textile fabrics with the instruments 

 applicable to linen, and it had failed. Cotton required the applica- 

 tion of art for its successful conversion to uses of clothing. English 

 ingenuity contrived the means, and Englishmen are reaping the rich 

 reward On the remainder of the history we dwell with pleasure 

 :snd pride, and in our next number we shall venture to enter some- 

 what largely into detail. 



A COUNTY-TOWN ROUT. 



How social and pleasant to meet, in a room 



Just 14 by 1 2, twenty- three of one's friends ! 

 Dos-a-dos, vis-a-vis, nodding ringlet and plume, 



With question and answer which no one attends. 



" How d'ye do ?" and " Good bye/' " What a fright !" " What a 

 beauty !" 



" That man is a nine-pin !" " That woman a bore !" 

 "What are trumps ?" " How she squalls !" ' It is surely a duty 



If people will sing." " Pray attend to your score !" 



" What a heat ?" " Suffocation !" Do look at Miss Languish !" 

 "That man has undone me 1" "O when did he die?" 



"Have you heard Master Aspull ?" "Just think of my anguish!" 

 " I cannot just now !" " Let me give you some pie !" 



Say not that such soirees pass idly away, 

 That they squander our talents, our time, and our pence; 



No scenes half so busy, no revels so gay, 

 Were ever made bright at such trifling expense. C. E. G. 



LADY KAE-YUEN.* 



(From the Chinese.) 



WHEN freeze thy limbs in chilling shade, 

 Or when the foes' sharp weapons tear them, 



Then think of her these clothes who made, 

 Alas ! unknowing who should wear them. 



Oh ! thou who get'st this coat and breeches, 

 Think how, in love's sweet labour plodding, 



For thee I put these extra stitches, 



And quilt the whole with double wadding. 



I know not who thy present mate, 



Nor how my passion is requited, 

 Yet hope I in some happier state 



To live with thee, my love, united. 



* The above lines were written by Lady Kae-yuen, when an inmate of the Emperor 

 Yuen-tsung's harem, while assisting in making clothes for troops on a foreign station. 

 The soldier on finding the ode presented it to his officer, by whom, on his return, it was 

 handed to his Majesty. His Majesty caused enquiries to be made in the harem to as- 

 certain who wrote it, when Lady Kae-yuen answered, " I am the writer of it, and am 

 deserving of ten thousand deaths." The Emperor, notwithstanding his pitying her, gave 



