CLOAKS, which we select on account of their novelty and elegance. Figure 1 is a black velvet pardessus, with a pelerine, somewhat cut away in front, and deeper behind. The sleeves, which are very long and full, are caught up in folds upon the front of the arm, and fall in a graceful sweep. The ornaments consist of fancy buttons and a narrow fringe.-Figure 3 is likewise composed of velvet, which is richly embroidered-as given in our illustration-though other modes of embellishment are in vogue. The peculiar style of the hood gives a decided character to this garment.

The CHILD'S COSTUME is intended for a girl of from seven to ten years. The hat is of plush, with satin ribbons, and a fall of white lace. The dress is of salmon-colored merino, with a succession of graduated flounces. The jacket is of green velvet, the sleeves of which are frilled, and cut open at the top to admit the passage of those of the dress; they are then closed by being buttoned. The bands crossing the breast are of velvet, with large pearl

buttons or cameos.

Dresses woven with flowers in pyramids, etc., at the sides, are prepared for the Fall. Double skirts will be much in vogue. There is one mode-when

FIGURE 4.-PUFFED SLEEVE.

greater display is desired-of slashing up, at the sides, the upper one, and joining it by means of cross-bands of velvet; thus allowing the ornament wrought upon the under-skirt to appear through the opening. Flounces continue to be much in favor. Plain flowing sleeves are extensively worn, either with frills or of the Venetian style, long and pointed. Perhaps, however, the majority prefer them with frills or puffs; the simplicity of the former recommends them as being in pure taste. Drop buttons and black lace are favorite ornaments.

D. Boon

cillED A. BAR on Tree

in ThE YEAR

1760

"This country," quoth Squire Broadacre, "which has hitherto been so little known or regarded, has a history, interesting as a tale of romance, and, doubtless, a rich store of oral tradition might be gathered from its intelligent, friendly, and hospitable inhabitants."

"Winter is fast approaching," replied the artist. "The books we may read at our leisure a good fire and hot punch will thaw out the traditions fast enough, even with the thermometer at zero; but those mountains, which rise so grandly to the eastward, we must visit while A week's delay may wrap their lofty summits in snow and ice, and render the roads impassable."

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"Ah," said Tiny, "what fun we will have rolling down the hills-they look so smooth and blue !".

"My daughter," replied the Squire, "those mountains which appear so soft and beautiful from here, as you approach them will be seen covered with ragged forest, broken with frightful precipices and horrid thickets, impenetrable even to the bears and wolves that roam their rugged sides."

"And what becomes of the pretty blue ?" "It gradually fades away as we get nearer, my child. It vanishes and is not even like the delusive vail through which youth and inexperience views the future. Ah, the blue mountains-the blue mountains which rise before us in the morning of life-rough and wearisome enough they are when we come to climb them!"

"But," said Larkin, stiffening himself, "I would not wish it otherwise. I prefer the mountains and the way of life even as we find them. There is a manly delight in cutting one's path through the tangled thickets, breasting the steep ascent, and leaping upon the breezy pin

nacle, there to snuff the air that warms while it

cuts.

'Disappointment-" said the Squire.

"Disappointment!" repeated Bob, interrupting him, "develops and strengthens the character. It knocks the rust off one's faculties, and shows the pure metal like the blows of a hammer. It invigorates the moral system, as a plunge into cold water does the animal."

"Jim Bug, what is your opinion of these matters ?"

Jim made a low bow. "Pluck and luck, master, will carry a man through most any whar."

After spending about three minutes in silent meditation the Squire remarked that Jim was right, and the observation worthy of antiquity. It was consequently arranged that the two gentlemen should start for the Black Mountains next morning, while the ladies, who found themselves in comfortable quarters, should remain where they were. To this they the more readily consented as they had a deal of sewing on hand wherewith to occupy their time, and Jonesborough furnished greater facilities for shopping than they had expected in so remote a locality.

With the appointed morning came clouds and rain, with every appearance of a long continuance; so the journey was postponed until the next clear day, while the travelers consoled themselves with such good cheer as the Eutaw afforded, and those in-door amusements of which their party had ample store.

The heavy rains which for a week continued to deluge Jonesborough at length ceased, and about mid-day on the second of December the clouds which had so long obscured the cheerful sun rolled away. Our friends had made all their arrangements in anticipation of this event, and no sooner did the signs of a general clearing up manifest themselves than Jim Bug was dispatched for the horses. To this requisition that worthy and ingenuous veterinarian Tom Dosser responded by sending a white horse and a black mare, whose appearance was not par

ticularly prepossessing, and whose qualities will be set forth in the course of the narrative. The animals were fully equipped, even to the stout blue blanket with a hole in the middle, the ordinary riding-cloak of East Tennessee.

Simultaneously with the horses appeared the gentleman who had kindly volunteered to bear them company on their trip, Mr. Jones of Jonesborough. With as little delay as possible the Virginians took leave of their ladies, mounted their steeds, and the trio rode gallantly forth, sitting stiff in their stirrups, ready for any desperate adventure that fortune might vouchsafe to them. The Tennesseean was a tall man, and slender withal, with a keen black eye and dark beard, clothed, externally, in a slouched hat and blanket cloak, which reached nearly to his feet. He was substantially mounted on a powerful gray, and rode generally in advance, thus doing the honors of the country, and indicating the safest way through the mud holes. Squire Broadacre, astride of Dosser's white, followed next, his portly person buttoned up in a tight-fitting overcoat, his plump legs bandaged with drab leggings tied with green strings, and his grave, dignified face shaded by the brim of a black fur hat a little the worse for wear. An umbrella, which had done its owner some service, was carefully tied behind his saddle, and a span-new red cowhide served to admonish the white when perchance the sight of a comfortable barn-yard or a group of jolly haystacks induced him to slacken his pace too decidedly. The rear-guard consisted of Bob Larkin, mounted on the black, behatted and blanketed after the Tennessee fashion, with a short rifle strapped on his back, and an extremely fat pair of saddle-bags flapping the flanks of his beast at every step.

Thus our adventurers rode out of Jonesborough like knights equipped for high emprise. followed by the admiring eyes and fervent good wishes of all the ladies, to say nothing of the boys and negroes.

And now, having fairly started them on their journey, it becomes the duty of the chronicler to inform the world what they went out to see.

Had they started earlier in the day, we might have commenced somewhere in New Brunswick, and have given a lengthy account of the Apalachian system through all its ups and downs to where it gets swamped in Georgia and Alabama; but as the golden sun has already begun to shoot his rays aslant upon the mountains, and the shadows of Tom Dosser's ponies caper like huge giraffes upon the level ground, we must be brief. The chain of mountains known at different points as the Iron, Great Smoky, and Unaka, forming the eastern boundary of Tennessee, and the prolongation of the Blue Ridge from thirty to sixty miles to the eastward through North Carolina, forms an extensive irregular inclosure, hemming in half a dozen of the western counties of the latter State with walls five thousand feet high. The space thus inclosed is not a valley, as one might naturally suppose, but literally a vast basin filled with mountains, immense anomalous spurs heaved up at random, so crowded together that the streams seem to find their way among them with difficulty, while their summits in many instances considerably overtop those of the external ridges.

Pre-eminent in this vast assembly are the Black Mountains in Yancey County, which, according to measurements made sometime since by Professor Mitchell of North Carolina, and