While the Boston Artillery men have been having good times, Henley with its Regatta, and its display of pretty frocks has been as attractive as ever. Never were dresses made of prettier materials and in prettier styles than now. The organdies and grenadines beloved of our the big sleeves are diminishing, and gar-grandmothers are popular this summer.
tures of dainty ribbons are the vogue. One only extravagant fashion has come up, and as it will not commend itself save to the ostentatious, it is sure to havea short carver. Talludeto the jewelled gloves, bro by a firm of Parisian glove m jewels, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds, are placed along the scams on the upper side of the glove, fastened underneath by a tiny Hexible gold band. For evening wear they encircle the top, as a bracelet, around the arm. Even more absurd is the jewelled parasol. Itisa tiny affair made to shade the face only, the top dropping perpendicularly by aspring. As a face shade it is perfect, but why have the outside set with gems to dazzle the eyes of the passer-by when the sun blazes along the glittering mass? All such freaks of fashion are merely varieties of midsummer madness, making more finery for over-tired ladies' maids to take care of.
There isa great deal in the care of clothes. We cannot all have maids, but a little trouble on removing dress or gloves will make them last twice as long. It is a good vian to put crushed tissue paper in the sleeves of bodies, and to fold the islightin hue blue paper will help to keep ints over layers of paper, Ifthe fabric the garment clean, while a small square of white wax attracts dust to itself. An individual perfume, placed in sachets sewed in the folds of the bodice is the latest fashion ofthe dressmaker who having learned the favourite scent of the customer, sends home her creations duly perfumed. The more dainty this odour, the better it is in taste. Said an old world gentleman to.a young lady in my heating the other evening at a reception, "Miss Florence, you have the fragrance of old luce as you whisk past me with your summer draperies." He bowed low as he spoke. He had a fine old manner of a past day. He wore a fob chain with a huge seal and he made me think of "Colonel Neweome," for he was kindly as well as courtly. And what a pretty sugges tion Old lace, what romances it calls upp, One thinks of perfumed wood chests, quain'c. ly carved, coming perhaps, who' knows, from that flowery poetic world across tb.e sea called China Assis Waxemas Laryror, 10th July.
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