carolling as blithely as the twittering linnets. Her thonghta 

 were brmnded by her home, or that other just over the hill, to 

 which she would soon go, Avhere even then her bronzed lover 

 was tossing, with stalwart arms, the crisp hays. Such peace- 

 ful, simple thoughts ! How tlie bride-elect sits and dozes over 

 the last novel or wearies of herself. AVhite sails have s]ied 

 ships over the sea and have brought her French perfectioiis. 

 Her lingerie has passed under inspection of custom house 

 officials. Her outfit will include India shawls or wonders from 

 the vale of Cashmere, Worth's dresses and fine laces from for- 

 eign fingers. Even so is her mind — diffusive, vacillating. If, 

 to supply her bodily needs, half the places of the globe have 

 been levied upon, think jon her mind, which ever o'ersteps the 

 body, can abide in simple ways? Her dreams are of phaetons 

 and four-in-hands, with a moneyed simpleton holding the rib- 

 bons, not of a bronzed, intellectual farmer guiding the plough. 

 Is it possible there is such a sequence of thought to the seeing 

 of a bit of old-fashioned lace ? 



The works in Berlin wools were not very numerous, but 

 instead of detached groups here and there in motley beauty, 

 they hung in rich masses forming superb afghans. The exqui- 

 site ones were present — grand from extreme size and beauty 

 of design. They suggested cosey, family parties of brilliant 

 ladies and pretty children, and high-stepping horses out on 

 pleasant drives in the bright autumnal Aveather. When land- 

 scapes are getting grey and the October's passionate glow of 

 color is burning out, and leaves are thick and crisp beneath our 

 feet, these merry parties, snugly ensconced beneath the elegant 

 colors, dashing round a curve of road, give sudden vigor to the 

 scene and lift a little of the melancholy that falls, falls, with 

 the falling leaf. A glow of color along the roadways, though 

 80 purely artificial, has its effect by the sudden transition it 



