CARRIAGE DRESS.-Satinet robe; the colour is terre d'Egypte, a half-high corsage and bishop's sleeve; a single deep flounce of black lace encircles the border Blue satin bonnet, an oval brim, the interior trimmed at the sides with half-wreaths of wild flowers, and the edge finished by a curtain veil of point d'Angleterre; blue ribbon and a blue and white shaded feather adorn the exterior. Cambric chemisette made up to the throat, embroidered in compartments, and with a square collar enveloping the throat, trimmed with two falls of Valenciennes lace. Very large square shawl of French cashmere, a blue ground flowered in a very large and rich pattern, and encircled by a white border en rosuces with a Turkish edge. MORNING DRESS.-Robe peignoir of pink-striped gros de Naples, the corsage low, open on the bosom, and trimmed round with two folds, displays the chemisette made as above described, the corsage wraps across, the folds with one in addition, are continued down the front of the skirt and round the border. Sleeve of the peignoir form. Bonnet of paille Loraine, a demi cottage shape, the exterior trimmed with a black velvet bavolet and a torsade formed of black velvet wreathed with straw; a fall of black lace edges the brim, the interior of which is ornamented with pink flowers. Black velvet mantelet, the ends finished with rich fringe. PUBLIC PROMENADE DRESSES.-SITTING FIGURE. Presents a back view of the one we are about to describe, with the exception of the shawl, which is a French cashmere long shawl with a blue ground, a rich border in arabesques in full colours, and very deep ends in similar patterns. STANDING FIGURE.-Robe of green figured pou de Soie, the corsage half-high, rising on the back and shoulders, but forming a demi cœur on the bosom, and the fronts disposed in crossed drapery. Demi gigot sleeve, very full at the upper part, and trimmed at the armhole with a row of puffs of a novel form composed of the material of the dress. Two rows of this kind of trimming encircle the bottom of the skirt; they are placed at a considerable distance from each other, and the second row after meeting in the centre of the skirt, rises in an oblique direction on one side to the waist. Fichu of clear cambric, made up to the throat behind, but a little open on the bosom, and trimmed with a ruche. Rose-coloured gros de Naples bonnet, a close shape, the interior of the brim trimmed at the sides with marguerites; the exterior ornamented with a drapery edged with white lace and a sprig of rose coloured exotics with their foliage. Square cashmere shawl, a pale fawn-coloured ground with a rich Egyptian border in crimson, blue, and fawn-colour, terminated by a deep fringe of the lattter hue. THE NEW MONTHLY BELLE ASSEMBLÉE. DECEMBER, 1840. Who was the best dancer or wrestler? Who could handle a twig, and break a head with more elegance than any other boy in the parish? Jack Montaig. At harvest home, Jack was the blythest on the green. A friend to all, befriended by every one. Old and young loved him, his superiors respected him, and his companions adored him. From the time Jack could handle a spade or a flail, he had been the comfort and support of a widowed mother. He was her darling-the delight of her heart, her second self. While her husband lived, she had known better days, but he dying suddenly left her in difficulties, and true it is, that but for her son she must have perished. You will readily and naturally inquire of me, gentle reader, "Who is Jack Montaig?" "What is he, and what do you mean to say of him?" were forming themselves into strong bodies, and Tell that thou wast not singled out for crime, Nor branded as earth's shame, by angry Heaven. What would thy masters have of thee? Repose? Are flowers the crop the ravaged desert yields? Or, would they reap from regions steep'd in woes, The harvest teeming from Joy's cultured fields? No, suffering land! Heaven's righteous arm will foil The impious authors of thy deeds of night, And o'er the shrine of thine ensanguin'd soil, Proud stems of Virtue cast their shadows bright. And shouts will echo yet from thy wild bills, Their sides reverb'rate, answering to the plains Such tones as that which in the bosom thrills, When Freedom's trumpet sounds o'er broken chains. Such was the language, such the sentiments which responded in the breast of every true-born Irishman. But, alas! in those days such sentiI will tell you, my good friend-Jack Montaigments were accounted treason, and thousands sufis the hero of my tale, and I assure you his story fered innocently in the cause of freedom. highly interesting, in as much as it is "a tale of the army." It will shew you the thorough dis-only Ireland (although that kingdom was the cipline of the army. It will shew you what trifles immediate seat of civil war,) but Scotland and will make, or mar a man in the amy. It will England groaned under the lash of aristocratic shew you how a man may be delighted with the power, the war with France was carried on with army, how he may become disgusted with it, and vigour; and the nation rang with the "pride, pomp, how a good soldier may be induced to desert from and circumstance of war." The cities, marketthe army, and be for ever lost to the service, towns, and villages, were inundated with the confriends, and home, and all from the capricious tinual flow of the King's forces, and recruiting parties beating up for men; whilst the sound of the rattling drum and squeaking fife would call the rustic boor and the plodding mechanic from their labour to stare at the gaudy trappings of the warlike horsemen, and the gay streamers that floated in air from the party-coloured cockades of laws of the army. In the year 1793, when Ireland was in a state of rebellion, and the croppics, alias united Irishmen, Montague is no doubt the proper orthography; but we spell it so to give it the true Irish orthography. In the midst of those internal broils, when not Y |