"Tae Inst saraband has been danced in the hall," or, to spank more correctly, the last real has been footed, the strains of the piper have died away, and the Waverley Ball is a memory of bright colours and pictivesque shapes, a sort of kaleidoscope and nothing more, We inlay describe it as a success, and we shall long connect the familiar forms and faces of our fellow residents with the antic shapes which they assumed on Monday evening in honour of the Patron Saint and the Poet Novelist of Scotland. It is almost hopeless for any one attempt to pnt down on paper astrict list of the various characters presented without the aid of the name-books, and even with their assistance the record will be of necessity incomplete and inaccurate. Enough for us to say what figures linger in the recollection and present themselves to us as haunting faces in the "dry light" of that proverbially dreary time the morning after the Ball.
If we are critical, perhaps we may take exception to the dressing in two particulars—First, there was a tendency to substitute the payment of dollars at a store for' tie intelligent effort to represent a particular character; and ly, there was tov mach reliance on picture books issued in the time of Sir Walter Scott. The trath is that before the publication of Planché's Book on Costume, in 1834, no
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