Shelley was drowned in 1822 by the capsizing 
or a pleasure boat, lu which himself and a mend 
were making a trip from Leghorn to Lerlcl. Ills 
body was washed on tue shore of Tuscauy, In 
accordance with the sanitary regulations of that 
State which direct that everything washed on 
the shore from the sea should be burned, to pre¬ 
vent infection, Ills body was cremated In the 
presence of Luton Hunt, Lord Byron and Mr. 
Trelawney. The ashes were carefully gathered 
and deposited In the Protestant cemetery at 
Rome. Thus at the early age of thirty he passed 
from earth. 
Pew lives havo been so little understood and 
appreciated, and few memories so unjustly de¬ 
famed as that of Shelley. The errors of his boy¬ 
hood have been counted as crimes. Be It remem. 
bered he was ouly eighteen when he wrote Queen 
Mab. Shall the Impetuous Imaginations of youth 
always stand against him? Shall the ideas of 
marriage recorded by a boy of eighteen, be used 
to blast bis character during his whole life ? 
Shelley's soul reverenced what he chose to call 
the “ splilt. of Nature”—In distinction to the God 
of anger, a merciless God, as taught him la the 
churches; but this spirit was Ills God eternal, In¬ 
vincible, and Immortal. lie could not conceive 
that matter more than spirit had any beginning. 
But is it not time that wo remember a man can 
not believe Just what he pleases; that there are 
honest convl itlona In the minds of one, diametri¬ 
cally opposed by the convictions of another just 
as honest. We do not approve atheistic or Freo 
Love doctrines as expressed In Queen Mab and the 
notes thereto. Neither, so we believe, did Shel¬ 
ley lu his later days. That he did once Is evi¬ 
dent from the fact that, rather than retract them 
he gave up home, society, wealth, and probably 
a title aud a seat in Parliament. “By their trults 
ye shall know them.” What was Shbllkt’s life? 
Those who best knew him bear witness to his 
gentleness, kindness and Christian charity. One 
has written of him : “ It was the cardinal article 
of his falththat.fi men were but taught and in¬ 
duced to treat their fellows with love, charity, 
aud equal rights, this earth would realize Para¬ 
dise." He looked upou religion as It Is professed, 
and above all practiced, as hostile Instead of 
friendly to the cultivation of those virtues that 
would make men brothers. 
To promote u peace on earth and among men 
good will,” was one of the chief alms of his life; 
with oppression of every kind, domestic political, 
or religious he waged war to the utmost extent 
of bis powers. He believed “ the place and time 
in which to commence the regeneration of man¬ 
kind were here and now, rather than await the 
future life of which wo havo no absolute knowl¬ 
edge." 
There have been several lives of Shelley 
written, all well worth reading, but we doubt If 
fromauy ol them one can get so full and clear 
Insight as to the real lire and spirit of the man as 
from these volumes of his poems recently pub¬ 
lished, to which wocommend theatlenuou or the 
public. Here, in notes, are bis own explanations of 
his views, and the editorial nutes by Mrs. Bjiei,- 
lby, full aud abundant, leave little to wish ror, 
unless It be that his prose writings could be given 
to U3 In the same beautiful style. l. a. k. 
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Littell’s Living age. The numbers of The 
Living Age for tho weeks ending February 23d 
and March 21 have the following noteworthy 
contents: A French critic on Goethe, by Matthew 
Arnold, Quarterly Review; Natural Religion, part. 
IX., Macmillan; An Oxrom Lecture, by John 
Ruekln, Nineteenth Century; March of an Eng¬ 
lish Generation through Life, Quarterly; French 
Home Life, Blackwood; Macleod of Dare, by 
William Black, aud Within the Precincts, by Mrs. 
Ollphant, both from advance sheets; The Great 
Fourfold Waterfall, Frazer; Doctor Lavardln, a 
sketch, Macmillan; Shakespeare in France, Nine¬ 
teenth Century; Erica, translated from the Ger¬ 
man of Frau von Ingersleben; Pleasant People, 
Saturday Review; Antoine Oesar Becquerel, Na¬ 
ture; The Cruelty Of Pecuniary Crime, Spectator; 
Walking In Winter, Pall Mall Gazette; The Emo¬ 
tions due to Christmas Bills, Spectator; and the 
usual select poetry and miscellany. Tho back 
numbers containing tho Hi's!, Instalments of 
“Erica,” aud a story by Miss Thackeray, ore still 
sent gratis to new subscribers for 1878. 
I'm U fly'-two numbers, of sixty-four large pages 
each (or more than 300l> pages a year), the sub¬ 
set iption price ($8) la low ; or for $in .50 any one of 
tho American *4 monthlies or weeklies is sent 
with The Living Ago for a year, both postpaid. 
Llttell & Gay, Boston, are the publishers. 
Don’t rob your neighbor of his good opinion of 
tibnsoir. crush a woman’s self-esteem, and you 
make her cross-grained aud snappish. Do the 
same with a man. and you only make him mo¬ 
rose. you may mean create a sweet, humble 
creature, but you’ll never do It. Tho people who 
think best of themselves are apt to be the best. 
Wwueu grow pretty in believing they are so, and 
one qualities ort.en creep out alter one has been 
o d one has them. It only gratifies your own 
momentary spite to force your own unfavorable ' 
opinion of lilm deep tnlo another's mind. It never, i 
nevor did any good. Ah, if this world, full of ’ 
ugly peoplu and awkward people, of silty people, 1 
'lm. 1 Va r ? 1 "' opU ‘’ kuew ltlelr own deficiencies, < 
i to a sitting in sackcloth and ashes wu should 1 
have I The greatest of all t hings that a man can 1 
possess Is a satisfactory identity. If that which i 
he calls i, pleases him, it is well with him; oth- 
m wise he Is utterly wretched. Let your fellow- 1 
cinga alone; hold no truthful mirror before their t 
eyes unless with a pure Intention to uproot sin. c 
“““7 a 'hlrror without a daw never be pre- £ 
Pared for you. 
dor SIoineit. 
(CONDUCTED BY MISS FAITH RIPLEY, 
AN UNCROWNED MARTYR. 
No outward sivn her angelhood revealed. 
Save that her eyes were wondrous mild and fair— 
The aureole round her forehead was concealed 
By the pale glory of her shining hair. 
She bore the yoko and wore the name of wife. 
To one who made hor tenderness aud grace 
A mere convenience of his narrow life, 
Aud put a seraph in a servant’s place. 
She cheered his meagre hearth—she blessed and 
warmed 
His poverty, and met his harsh demands 
Withmeelr. unvarying patience, and performed 
Its menial tasks with stained and battered hands. 
She nursed his children through their helpless years— 
Gave them her fetrenglh, her youth, hoc beauty’s 
prime, 
Bore for them sore privation, toil and tears, 
Which made her old aud tried bofore her timo. 
And when fierce fever smote him with its blight. 
Her calm, consoling presence charmed his pain : 
Through long and thankless watches day and night 
Her fluttering lingers cooled his face like rain. 
With soft magnetic touch, and murmurs sweet, 
She brought him sleep, and stilled his fretful moan, 
An. I taught his flying pulses to repeat 
The mild and moderate measures of her own. 
She had an artist’s quick, perceptive eyes 
For all the beautiful; a poet’s heart 
For every Ohaugiug phase of earth aud skies, 
Aud all things fair in Nature and in arl. 
She looked with all a woman's keen delight 
Oa jewels rich and dainty drapery, 
Bore fabrics and soft bues—the happy right 
Of those more favored but less fair than she. 
On pallid pearls, with glimmer cool aud white, 
Dimming proud foreheads with their purity ; 
On silks which gleam and ripple in the light, 
Aud shift aud shimmer iu tho Summer sea. 
On gems likeMropH by sudden sunlight kissed. 
When fell tho last large brilliants of the raiu; 
Ou laces delicate as frozen mist 
Embroidering a winter window pane. 
Yet, near tho throng of wordly butterflies 
She dwelt, a chrysalis, in homely brown ; 
With costliest splendor flauuting in her eyes, 
She went her dull way in a gingham gown. 
Hedged in by alien hearts, unloved, alone, 
With slender shoulders bowed beneath their load, 
She trod the path that Fate had made her own, 
Nor met one kindred spirit ou tho road. 
Slowly the years rolled onward; aud at last 
■When the bruised reed was broken, and her soul 
Know its sad term of earthly bondage past. 
Aud felt its nearness to the heavenly goal. 
Then a strange gladness lilled the tender eyes, 
Which gazedafar beyond all grief and sin 
And seemed to see the gates of Paradise 
Unclosed for her feet to enter in. 
Vainly tho mastorsho had served so long 
Clasped her worn .hands, aud with remorseful 
tears 
Cried, “ Slay. oh. stay! Forgive my bitter wrong; 
Let me atone for all those dreary years 1” 
Alus for heedless hearts and blinded sense ! 
With what faint welcome ami what meagre fare, 
Wind mean subjections and small recompense. 
We entertain our angels unaware 1 
Golden little, 
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TALKS ON TIMELY TOFICS.-No. 6. 
ROSE GERANIUM. 
Perforated Card Fretwork. 
For all pretty toilet accessories, boxes, receiv¬ 
ers, baskets, and their kindred, we regard net¬ 
work as extremely beautiful. Though of trilling 
expense and speedily executed. It has not the 
tawdry effect of some or the cheaper classes of 
fauey work. 
The gilt card-board is qulto handsome In Its 
place—never more so than when fretted out In 
good designs and placed as a mat over a group of 
photographs In some neat, dark, home-wrought 
frame; or It Is pretty as a border for boxes of 
white Bristol. But our own personal fancy Is lu 
favor of pure. Ivory-white, either placed oyer sli¬ 
ver or rose color. For the benefit of the unini¬ 
tiated, we will try to describe, the method of pre¬ 
paring It. 
Lay a strip or card upon a smooth, poplar board. 
With your instrument, which should be narrow 
and sharp—a steel awl, ground at the point to a 
keen, flat blade, is excellent—proceed to cut down 
the depth ot one perforation, quite along the edge. 
This will give you an army of tiny hernia, crowded 
close together. Turn your blado and, cutting 
crosswise, remove each alternate one. This Is 
pretty lu Irselt! But we will carve farther, al¬ 
though we haven’t the slightest prospect of carv¬ 
ing our way •• to fortune,” or to any thing more 
startling than a new fancy production 1 
You see t he host of heads lying upon your board! 
Now, commencing lu the next row, remove a du¬ 
plicate for each—a mate lu chart. Draw a bit of 
bright pink under your work, aud it will look 
through even, square rows, In a way that will de¬ 
light you. 
Chip again—this time removing a little, some¬ 
what triangular-shaped snow-flake, which will 
count three “heads” lengthwise and two down¬ 
wards. TO be very succinct, this “snow-flake,” 
whou it lies In your palm, must contain a cluster 
ot four beads, grouped together as though you 
would build a py ramid with three stories at the 
base and one at the crown. We trust we have 
made our moaning plain. 
After this pattern is wrought, If your ambition 
Is gratified and you have worked qulto around tho 
edges of a suitable sheet, you can line it with 
color and arrange for a cornucopia; If the card be 
an oblong square, a design may be embroidered 
in the center and tho whole applied to a box; or I 
a space matching some bright ebromo may be cut 
trom the middle, a border fretted out like the flrst, 
and you have a cool-looking front for a small 
paper-receiver. 
But If you desire a delicate, lace-Uka border, 
suitable for an Infinity of petty purposes, we will 
go back to where we left off one pattern. We wUl 
go a step deeper and. turning this way and that, 
work around as closely as possible, scallop-fash¬ 
ion. immediately below the deepest portion of 
each triangle, we must spare a single. Isolated 
bead. When the work is all complete and our 
border separated from the sheet, you will be liter¬ 
ally amazed that you never thought of doing it 
before. 
Very well, you didn't! Now, cut another strip 
and by fitting them together, various ways, you 
will unearth the mystery of making corners and 
also teach yourself a beautiful design for the body 
of a cross to bo laid ou pink for a book-marker; 
or, If wrought sufficiently large, placed over rich 
blaok velvet and framed. [.Vole.—If your finances 
admonish, you will find good black card-board a 
very respectable substitute.] 
Small squares or circles, of narrow pattern, 
lined with sliver paper and laid over white card 
(Bristol), will be louud effective. And upon the 
same foundation, unllned, and laid fold over Told, 
a result can be produced which suggests the finest 
carving upon marble. Care must be used, how¬ 
ever, tuat the tints aud quality of tho papers ex¬ 
actly match. 
We have lu our fancy, many exquisite patterns 
of lear, letter and Mosaic, which defy the most 
deft flatteries of our pen; however, having once 
commenced, your own Imagination will guide you 
to innumerable happy results. 
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THAT DRESS WHICH DID NOT IMPROVE. 
My Dear Miss Ripley :—I wrote you last fall 
about my American silk dress which, after vast 
opportunities, had failed to Improve. I was sor¬ 
ry to give an unfavorable account of any domes¬ 
tic manufacture ; but truth demanded the state¬ 
ment 1 made; for, up to that time, that dress had 
not improved; and all this winter It has been In 
disgrace, rolegated to a second-best-hand, which 
must nave been mortifying after Its seven years 
of first place, and no wonder it looked gruff and 
grim. Well, last week I concluded to see If any¬ 
thing could be done tor it; and once more ripped 
up tue skirt, then tried a new plan. 
I put a tablespoonful of extract of logwood In¬ 
to two quarts ot botllng water, dissolved It care¬ 
fully, added the size ot a Lima bean of copperas, 
dipped the sILk In, wetted It carefully, folded and 
slightly wrung It out breadth by breadth, then 
dipped these, still dripping', into sweet milk,folded, 
wrung them lightly; half dried them before the 
tire, turning, folding and clapping them so that 
they should bo evenly moist, then ironed them. 
This process was troublesome, for the silk 
stuck to the Iron unless It was quite hot, and this 
would scorch the silk ; hut I took Irons as hot as 
seemed safe, ran them quickly over the silk, at 
first, then more slowly as they cooled; had some 
one hold one end of the breadth while I held the 
other to keep It stretched, J got them all smooth 
and nice; aud, now, justice requires mo to say 
that my silk does Improve with judicious wear 
and care, and looks better to day than it did 
when flrst made up, and is thicker owing to 
the fact that It has shrunk from a dlml-traln 
to a walking dress which clears the ground. 
It was too much trouble to rip up the basque, 
so I mixed the black dye and milk and 
sponged It, and It has a softer lustre than the 
skirt. It was not Ironed, and t he milk when cooked 
by the heat does not aid the luslro so much as 
when dried without cooking. So American gros- 
graln dots improve with use, if it is used right, 
aud the Cheney Brothers are not mere boasters! 
True, thin silks do seem to resent being washed 
on a wash-board, In potash ley, hot and strong 
with plenty of soft soap; but one can scarce won¬ 
der at this, a ad It would certainly be well to 
omit that part of my treatment lu any experi¬ 
ment made on these goods, i rather think it 
would have been better If l had removed the oil 
and paint with benzine or some other contri¬ 
vance of that kind and kept the tar off It alto¬ 
gether without greasing it to get it out. 
My present anxiety about “ that dress of mine ” 
Is as to lls future. Now that it has actually be¬ 
gun to Improve, no knowing where the process 
will end. I would like to keep it in the family 
b ut have no grand-child ren and think of bequeath¬ 
ing it lo the matron of some orphan asylum to be 
handed down with the office. 
I have Vi rltten these articles as though It were 
all a jest, because the Indurance, of t hat dress has 
long ago become comical, and a subject ot sur¬ 
prise and merriment to iny friends; but my 
statements arc below, rather than beyond the 
simple facts or the case, lu seven years and four 
months of such an amount ut wear as few dresses 
get, the woof has worn through ou the edge of 
two Sharp folds which were exposed to unusual 
friction, but,even in thesespois the warp holds its 
own and my dress ot '71 Is a good and handsome 
dress to-day. People of moderate means, make 
a great mistake m buying showy, foreign goods 
when, for a less price,they can get an Incompara¬ 
ble article of home manufacture. 
Jane Grey Swisshelm. 
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Mark Twain in a New Role. -The Girl of the 
Period will no longer ho compelled to bow at the 
shrine of Worth, of costumu doslgulng rame. 
America has produced a genius wr,o promises to 
eclipse tho great mau ot Paris In his ability to 
evolve miraculous toilets. In the March number 
of the Atlantic, Mark Twain, (the aforesaid gen¬ 
ius) gives surpassing evidence ot his talent In this ; 
direction, and for the benefit of our readers we 
reproduce the following description of a cos¬ 
tume in which he arrays his heroine. “Her dress 
and adornment were marked by that exquisite 
harmony that can come only of a fine natural 
taste perfected by culture. Her gown was ot a 
simple magenta tulle, cut bias, traversed by three 
rows of light blue flounees, with the edge turned 
up with ashesrof-roses ohtnelle;over-dress of dark 
bay tarleton, with scarlet satin lambrequins; 
corn-colored polonaise, on punier, looped with 
mother-of-pearl outtoua and sliver cord, and 
hauled aft and made fast by huff-velvet lashings ; 
basque of lavender reps, picked out with Valen¬ 
ciennes; low nock, short sleeves; maroon-velvet 
necktie edged with delicate pink silk; Inside 
handkerchief of some simple three-ply ingrain 
fabric or a soft saffron tint.; coral bracelets and 
locket-chain; coiffure of forget-me-nots and Ulles- 
of-the-valley massed around a noble caUa.” 
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DESCRIPTION OF CUTS. 
3392 Is model of a sweeping cap. it 13 quite an 
addition to ones “sweeping toilet ” and while 
protecting the hair from dust quite as effectually 
3392 
as the odd hits of clothes women affect so much. 
It has the additional advantage of being infi nitely 
more becoming. 
NO. 1. 
At 4752 Is shown model of gentleman’s slipper, 
and No’s, l and 2 are designs in embroidering for 
the same, if any ladles like this design I can 
No. 2. 
have It stamped for them on a piece of paper for 
10 cents, or have the slippers stamped, for 25 
cents. Price of cap pattern, lo cents; slipper 
pattern, 10 cents. 
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TALK ABOUT MY JEWELS. 
No. II. 
MARGUERITE. 
I am beginning to learn that my children are to 
me mirrors—reflectors of myself In many ways. 
I do not refer to my outward appearance, hut In 
heart and actions. 1 see Gertie doing and hear 
her saying many things tor which I correct her 
and wonder who taught her, but afterward find 
out that she was only patterning alter her own 
mother. 
People are constantly saying to us about our 
children,us they do to every one—often when they 
11 e only adopted ones—“They are just like their 
father:' Perhaps in half m hour the remark 
will he made by another that the children are the 
image of the mother. 
1 bad been told that baby Fred looked like me 
until I tully believed it. Among the callers to 
see him was one lady who exclaimed. “Oh, he 
looks exactly like his father 1” “Do vou reallv 
think so?" 1 asked. ■' Yes, indeed. Anyone can 
see that,” she answered. “ lie /.>’ white*” i iau"h- 
ed to my sell as she ran briskly down amirs, appar¬ 
ently unconscious ot the compliment (?) she paid 
me. Since then 1 have not tried so muon to trace 
the family rescmblauoe, us to attend to ihc culti¬ 
vation or the heart. 
To the parents children arc a bundle of Iny and 
caivs. .liiy when the little arms twine about 
your neck, and the kisses are lavishly given you 
m return lor yours, while ihc little profiler says, 
“ 1 love you, dear Miunm i.” Cares when tho 
sudden thump, thump, thump, tells you that 
I< kku Is falling dowu stairs ;or when lie climbs 
Info the rocking-chair amt leans over the back 
uni I) it tips, and he falls .screaming, to the door ; 
ur when papa lies helpless in his room, aud you 
leave him an instant to rollow the truants to the 
pantry to find them pounding vigorously with a 
dasher In a six gallon crock of packed eggs. 
One Is ready to believe under such circum¬ 
stances, that they are really “little tioublesome 
comforts ” until one thinks Unit there m danger 
of losing them, and rhon fur the word “trouble¬ 
some” we substitute twium, and then it does 
not express more than a shadow of the love that 
binds them to tho heart. Gertie came to me 
yesterday, saying : “ Mamma, my front is awful 
sore.” \\ hat mother Is not, fcarrul of sore throat? 
My heart gave a quick beat, ami l asked. “ Where 
Is your throat, Gertie ?” Placing her little hands 
Mammal 8loam eU 3he said, “Hero it is, 
