AN OCCASIONAL ADDRESS.

SPOKEN AT A PRIVATE THEATRE.

"HOPE told a flatt'ring tale," that you would view

Our scenic efforts-and appland them too;
And tho' she's fickle as the summer wind,
Yet still we trusted her-for you are kind!
And would not tear ungen'rously apart

The little buds that hope twines round the heart:
No you would rather foster them with care,
And bid the tender blossoms flourish there,
Than crush them in their verdure, and lay low
Hope's smiling roses, even ere they blow.
The Indian slave may guide his light canoe,
Beneath a mild and cloudless sky of blue;
May channt his love-songs, and may safely glide
O'er the sinooth surface of a river's tide;
But dare not trust his fragile bark from shore,
Where clouds hang threat'ning, and where bil-
lows roar.

Ev'n so our bark will, undisturb'd by gales,
Glide on, if your applause but fill the sails;
But if her voyage be by your eensure cross'd,
The bark is wreck'd-and all her crew are lost.
Ladies, to you I bow-no stars appear
By which the tim'rons mariner can steer;
Would you assist him in this enterprise,

And grant him leave to steer by your bright eyes;
There is a tender magic in their ray,
That well could light the vessel on her way;
And let her anchor, after all our toils,
Beneath the cloudless heaven of your smiles.

Behind the scenes some trembling culprits wait,
Who leave to you the issue of their fate.
Be not severe-adopt the gen'rous plan,
To spare our faults, and cheer us when you can ;
'Twill make us bustle thro' our various parts
With buoyant spirits, and with merry hearts.
O! not the sounds of midnight serenade,
Breath'd 'neath the lattice of some tender maid,
Nor dying murmurs of the lover's lute,
Nor the soft warblings of the dulcet finte,
Could cheer our bosoms in our present cause,
One half so much as your sincere applause.
H. S. V. D.

SONG.

THE ruby lips that pout to greet me,

The look of welcome in the eyes; The tender heart that bounds to meet me, These, O! these, are what I prize. For me, the goblet has no pleasures,

I shun its rounds, nor wish to sip,
The nectar that my bosom treasures,
I can find ou Julia's lip.

O! ev'ry virtuous charm possessing,
Blest in person and in miud ;
Every comfort, joy, and blessing,
In my Julia dear 1 find.

To others pomp and splendid pleasures,
May delight and joy impart;
Julia's virtues are my treasures,
All my wealth is―Julia's heart.

H. S. V. D.

No. 1.-FANCY MOURNING DINNER
DRESS.

White crape frock with pointed festoons of the same, fastened at each point by black rosettes, and folds of black satin placed above and below the festoons. Black satin Canezou spenser, elegantly ornamented with white crape. Frederica hat of white crape, surmounted by a plume of black feathers. Necklace of jet; black gloves and slippers.

ful Figure we had intended for this Number; and shall, therefore, present our readers with a third embellishment in our Number for February.

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS

ON

FASHIONS AND DRESS.