apparently no underclothing. The effect 
was laughable, as we met troops of pretty 
girls mounted astride of ponies, and dressed 
in the costume of our grandmothers’ por¬ 
traits, chattering and laughing gayly as they 
cantered along, their bright-colored drcsse3 
fluttering in the wind and scarcely conceal¬ 
ing their well-rounded forms. It was not 
without much dilliculty that the missionaries 
succeeded in making these children of Na¬ 
ture adopt any dress whatever, even for dc- 
Iler Majesty when her carriage halted at the 
dais under the pavilion on Blackfriar’s 
Bridge on the sixth of November, 1809. To 
one observer, at least, so privileged,—one 
who looked upon the Queen and saw her 
Smile and heard her speak,—a curious men¬ 
tal phenomenon occurred. Thirty-one years 
of mortal life faded away. lie was no 
longer middle-aged, and grizzled, and shiver¬ 
ing on a bridge at noon in bleak November, 
lie wits a little school-boy at a window in 
TEE SUMMER OF LIFE 
t iltbutott 
BY A. A. IIOI'KINS 
IN the chill of the wlntor the Year lying low 
Has a stall for tin; hreeaes of .Tune, 
That am hi the rich blossoms uui balmily blow, 
And that hr oat hod of thoulra of the bright Long Ago 
Which the inextiory-bt'lla net in tune. 
QUEEN VICTORIA 
NEW PUBLICATIONS. 
IIeh Majesty the Queen lias been por¬ 
trayed more often, perhaps, than any other 
living woman. To all Englishmen her like¬ 
ness is familiar, in some, style or other. Since 
the time, nearly forty years ago, when a steel 
The Oaten Jtjar. (Boston: Fields, Osgood & 
Co.)—While there are many things in this book 
to which we are not prepared to assent, and a 
few which we could wish expunged altogether, 
wo yet consider Its inlluence, as a whole, to be 
for good. It was born out of deep sorrow. To 
many sorrowing hearts, more specially to such 
as sorrow without hope, it will come In blessing. 
Were there not strloken ones whom ordinary 
words of comfort fail to reach, we should not 
favor Its circulation: for we regard speculations 
upon Heaven us, in the main, dangerous. But 
there are tenderness, and sweet sympathy, and 
patient trust, here, which are beyond all preju¬ 
dice, and which arc antidotes for tears. This 
Red-line Edition of the book, with illustrations 
by Jessie Curtiss, exhibits a rare combination 
of mechanical excellences. 
Every heart has its winter, when sonic rounded sweet 
Slips away, to be tasted tiO more; 
When December looks backward to loving days fleet 
That are fled, with their love and their beauty com¬ 
plete, 
Out of reach, to au untrodden shore. 
And the chimes of Affection ring softly and clear 
For the sunshiny days that are flown ; 
For the loves and the hopes Of the fast fading year 
For the voices that made all the music so dear 
In the Summer of I.lfo we have known 1 
O the Summer of Life 1 It is blooming somewhere 
.lust away o’er the snow-covered hills i 
Wo shall climb them, and under Its blossoms we there 
Shall grow young with inhaling IU balm-scented air, 
By the side of the sweet-singing rills! 
In a New Year, all golden with beautiful light. 
That Is born amid fairest of flowers, 
Wo shall count the glad days never ending in night, 
And shall busk In the smiles of a sun ever bright, 
With no shadows to darken the hours! 
Itihie Jinhnalit. (New York: Charles Scribner 
& Co.)—The Rev. J. O. Wood’s “ Homes Without 
Hands ’’ made friends of its many readers that 
the present portly octavo volumcof six hundred 
and urt.y-two pages, from the same pen, will meet 
a hearty reception. It contains a description of 
every living creature mentioned in I lie Scrip¬ 
tures, from the npo to tho coral, and illustrates 
one hundred of those In handsome style. The 
Biblical student will find the work a great help 
in his researches, while those interested in Natu¬ 
ral History generally will peruse it with much 
profit. It is excellently gotten up. 
Then ring out! ring aloud merry peals! O ye bells ! 
Ring aloud for the promise of Time! 
For your anthem, that on the air rises and swells, 
Of n song Unit is sweeter and grander foretells, 
In the land of thn Hummer sublime ! 
Bring it nearer, O bells that so Joyfully ring ! 
May wo see the land dawn thro' the blue ! 
May we Join In tho heart swelling chorus to sing, 
Where the beauties we cherish shall never take wing, 
And tho Your shall forever ho New ! 
.Vint Thackerayl* U'orl;*. (Boston : Fields, 
O-good & Co.) —The oft-commonded “House¬ 
hold Edition,” so exceedingly neat and cheap, is 
hero Increased by two volumes full of pleasant 
reading. Anna TSABRt.i.A Thackeuay’h writ¬ 
ings may suffer somewhat by being placed in 
such direct, comparison with those of her illus¬ 
trious father as the uniform edition compels, 
but, they will win many friends in tiny event. 
“Tho Village on the Cliff," “ Elizabeth,” “Old 
Friends," and a goodly number of shorter sto¬ 
ries, comprise the collection. 
to tits for litm 
RAFE SCHAFFER 
BY BERTHA SIBLEY SCRANTOM, 
CHAPTER I. 
The gray December light crept into the 
corner of an old ga'rret where a girl sat read¬ 
ing, and flooded the faded, yellow page. 
But the little window was dust-stained, and 
besides iis having grown too dark to sec, she 
had finished tho story long before the clock 
ofBt. Bede’s struck five. 
It was a German legend of a fairy god¬ 
mother. Now this girl believed in fairy 
god-mothers,—this girl sitting up under the 
eaves of the gable-roofed old house, with a 
blanket wrapped about her, from which her 
brown face looked out like au Indian’s. 
Ever since she could remember, she lmd 
been accustomed to this corner and the old 
blanket, for she always crept off up here to 
read. From one side you could sec the little 
village down below, with the long, straight 
street, and the spire of St. Bede’s and its rec¬ 
tory windows. Then, on the other side, 
solemn and wide, the sea, shimmering to the 
north, with the musts of its ships and the 
trailing smoke of its outgoing steamers. She 
used to wonder about those ships so when 
she was a child! 
Solemn, flitting, restless, where did they 
go? She used to nod and smile at them al¬ 
ways, from her window here, fancying it 
would be less lonely for tho people on board 
she never saw, and was never to see! 
And lo-uight she tound her face flushed 
and burning, from the legend's weird pathos, 
just as when a child she grew feverish over 
Undine and Sin tram, and the old fairytales, 
years before. This was the story: 
A lonely child lived in a haunted wood, 
with an old grandmother. Sung to sleep by 
eyrie voices, crooned to by leaf sprites and 
forest shapes, the poor child lived cheerful, 
dutiful, patient. At last the old grandmother 
died. It was a bitter night! The tire 
flashed and hissed from the rain, and the 
child dared not to lift her head, But when 
she fancied her name called, and raised her 
timid eyes, lo! she saw tho light, and 
thought it was morning again. But a shape 
in white stood before her, and said unto the 
child “ Follow me !” The night was wilder 
than before. The poor child shivered at 
first, for she had no shawl; but suddenly the 
rain fell not on her hair and the bitter wind 
was not cold. Then the spirit told her it 
was none other than her fairy godmother, 
who all her young life had watched over 
her patient renunciatory lot; and now, be¬ 
cause of her dutiful love and care, she was 
to be rewarded. Thus they journeyed till 
they came to the edge of the wood, and lo! 
the child was a child no longer, but a beau¬ 
tiful maiden, walking beside her guide. And 
at the forest’s verge a country lay—a land 
such as she had never seen, with soft purple 
vistas stretching out, and far off hills and 
mellow sunshine. Then the maiden lifted 
her eyes, and before her was a milk-white 
The Overture of ngeln. (New York : J. 11. 
Ford &Co.)- It is well known that Henry Ward 
Beecher Ima beou long engaged in writing a 
life of CHRIST. This holiday volume contains 
that portion of the furthcoming work devoted 
to the Nativity,and Is most, appropriately issued 
at this time. Ils stylo is charming, and all its 
pen piclurea arocharacterized by Mr. Beecher's 
peculiar frostiness and originality. Its treat¬ 
ment of tho motherhood of Mary Is touchingly 
tender. The Christmas season has called forth 
no worthier tribute. 
.floral^ Intellectual and t‘hf/elcal Culture. 
(Now York: Wood & Holbrook.)—A plain, sensi¬ 
ble work upon Physical Culture is much ueeded. 
This Is such an one, and something more. It is 
by Prof. F. O. Welch, Instructor In the Depart¬ 
ment of Physical Culture la Ynlo College, and 
contains, besides a coraprebeusivo system of 
gymnastic training, very excellent, treatises on 
hygienic topics, with Judicious selections relat¬ 
ing to mental and moral culture. The book Is a 
good one to place in tho hands ol' young men and 
women especially. 
Ur'anhing-ton’n I Eordn to Intending- Eng-Hnh 
Emigrant*. (London: Sampson Low, Son & 
Hurston.)—Er.tnu Burritt, at the head of the 
“ International Land and Labor Agency,” Bir¬ 
mingham, England, la doing a good work for 
America by making it. bettor known to English¬ 
men. This little volume, taking It- title from a 
letter written by Washington to Sir John Sin¬ 
clair in lTOO, contains besides that very impar¬ 
tial descriptions of the various States of the 
Union, and must, prove highly beneficial to those 
for whom it is intended. 
I-IJnrt MA.7KSTY VICTORIA, QUEEN OF DlNCftjA.NL) 
incess of a dozen Parliament street, Westminster. And the 
e at which King month was June; and the year was 1838. 
writing, site lias And, lo ! there came sweeping by a grand 
entations almost procession of trumpeters and heralds and 
i dominions, and glittering cavaliers; and ho saw a huge 
heir way all oyer gilded ark, drawn by eight cream-colored 
vely few Amen- horses, and in this carriage of state was a 
lineations of Her young, fair-haired girl, radiant in velvet 
res, and on this robes, and satin and lace, ami flashing gems, 
bnt very pale and trembling very much. 
This was Victoria the Queen, proceeding 
7^. lo Westminster Abbey to be crowned. And 
(nMMRk now this lady on the bridge in the bleak No- 
vember morn,—this lady in deep black, with 
the plain bonnet, the widow’s cap, and the 
MmfiSk simple collar of miniver,— was the same 
Queen, unchanged and unchangeable, for all 
her years and all her sorrows; for in her 
eyes was the same placid goodness, and on 
MnmllllttlW her lips the same sweet smile.” 
The Trot in Hoot;. (Boston: Fields, Osgood 
& Co.)—How wo envy the children of to-day 1 
“Would we were a boy again I"—just to enjoy 
with a boy’s zest the books made for young folks. 
They didn’t umke such books In our childhood. 
The best writers were above Catering to youth¬ 
ful minds. Carte#, young readers arc to bo con¬ 
gratulated,—On account of many books in gen¬ 
eral, and this one in particular. They should 
thank Elizabeth Stuart Phelps many times 
for employing her pen so inimitably in their 
behalf. 
THE MARRIAGE QUESTION. 
I am not afraid to live alone 
The Sun tel hand. (Boston: Lee & Shepard.) 
—California Is, in the estimation of the Rev. 
John Todd. D. I)., “TheSunset Land.’’ In this 
pleasant volume ho treats of It very intelligently, 
presenting Ils topography in a manner unusu¬ 
ally clear, and showing In graphic stylo what its 
manifold advantages are. Much as has been 
written of the Far West, Dr. Toon's account of 
it awakens now Interest, and Is a lively addition 
to our national descriptive literature. 
The .Wit) York .Ilmnnac for 1870. (New 
York: Francis Hart & Co.)—Edited by Julius 
II. Wilcox, this is a most beautiful annual, and 
has a line variety of contents. The illuminated 
title-page and I ho full puge illustrations aro ad¬ 
mirable, and, indeed, as regards mechanical ex¬ 
cellence in general, tho production is rarely 
equaled. 
-*♦«- 
lean tenet the Oreat. (Now York: Charles 
Scribner & Co.)—What Egypt was 3,300 years ago 
is told by F. de LA.NOYE in this tasty J6-mo. vol¬ 
ume, the sixth Issue of the “ Illustrated Library 
of Wonders." Much has boon writ!on about 
Egyptian!-, but the information hero given ante¬ 
dates nearly all of it. 
HONOLULU COSTUMES, 
Professor Pitmpelly, in his “ Travels 
Across America and Asia,” describes as fol¬ 
lows the fashions at Honolulu:—“The cos¬ 
tume introduced by the missionaries nearly 
Fig. 1 —Chatelaine Braids.—(S ee page 19 .) 
account, and because we honor her as a true, 
noble-hearted woman, wo present the ac¬ 
companying engraved portrait, painted from 
life by George IT. Thomas. 
This portrait is pronounced very life-like, 
by competent judges. It pictures tho Queen 
as she really is; neither younger nor older, 
but with her mild and placid face unmarred 
by those exaggerations of lineament which 
seem inseparable from photography. Near¬ 
ly all photographs taken directly from Her 
Majesty fail in conveying the idea of that 
singular sweetness which pervades her 
countenance,—a sweetness which at times is 
sad, but which, when her face is lit up and 
animated, becomes really fascinating. Speak¬ 
ing of this characteristic, an English writer 
says: 
“ It was especially visible to the specta¬ 
tors who were privileged to stand close to 
Fig. 3—Girl’s Hair Dressed.—(S ee ;page 19.) 
ble woman, “ hut 1 dare not marry unwor¬ 
thily.” 
Is there no fine heroism here? I think 
that to submit cheerfully to a single life 
where circumstances have been unkind, to 
choose it from a high souse of duly, or to 
accept it for the sake of loyalty to a high 
ideal, is as brave a thing as a woman Can 
do. But, after all, the woman who does this 
simply demands to be let alone. She begs 
that you will not suppose her insensible to a 
stab because she does not cry out. She has 
her pride and her delicacy. She urges no 
claims upon admiration, but she has no con¬ 
sciousness of disgrace. One would naturally 
prefer swift death by a sharp blade to a con¬ 
tinuous hacking with a dull weapon. She 
therefore declines to serve any longer as a 
target for all the dullards of the community 
to test their feeble wits upon. 
Hennte^ .9 Chrtntman /lallad. (New York: 
8, R. Wellies.)—This exquisite little poem, by 
Annie Chambers Ketchum, has long been ad¬ 
mired by many, and 1ms here a dainty setting, 
hi green and gold, illuminated borders, and 
pleasing illustrations. 
Fig. ‘i— Rolled Coiffure.— (See page 19.) 
fifty years ago, is still the dress of the native 
women. It consists of long skirts, high 
waists, immense coal-scuttle bonnets, and, 
The i ‘ii, h!t itle itoyn. (Boston : Henry Hoyt.) 
Another excellent little story by Caroline E, 
Kelly Davis, and bearing a useful lesson. 
