As they talked, he lay propped on his elbow, watching her fingers, the soft slow movements of which little by little wove a spell over his eyes.

FABRICS] H.An ordinary "HESSIAN" cloth made from comparatively fine single warp and single weft, and the threads interlaced in the simplest order, termed "plain weave."

she in his doublet wove, To keep him safe from pestilence wherever he should rove.

A bright old age is thine; Calm as the gentle light of summer eves, Ere twilight dim her dusky mantle weaves; Because to thee is given, in strength's decline, A heart that does not thanklessly repine At aught of which the hand of God bereaves,

Now while the sweet-eyed Tuscan wove The gilded thread of her romance, (Which I have lost by grievous chance,)

My cherished hopes, like shadows and like leaves, Name, fame, and fortuneeach shall pass away; And all that castle-building fancy weaves, Shall sleep, unthinking, as the drowsy clay.

But on the fern-wove mattress lay No weary guest.

But Nature hath no pause; she toileth still; Above the last-year leaves Thrusts the lithe germ, and o'er the terraced hill A fresher carpet weaves.

Oh! it is then that gentle Fancy weaves The vivid visions of the soul, which bless The poet's mind, and with sweet phantasies, Like grateful odours shed refreshfully From angels' wings of glistening beauty, tries To waken pleasure, and to stifle sighs!

On turf and curb and bower-roof The snow-storm spreads its ivory woof; It paves with pearl the garden-walk; And lovingly round tattered stalk And shivering stem its magic weaves A mantle fair as lily-leaves.

Up from Aegean caverns, pool by pool Of blue salt sea, where feet most beautiful Of Nereid maidens weave beneath the foam Their long sea-dances, I, their lord, am come, Poseidon of the Sea.

And ever at the loom of Birth The mighty Mother weaves and sings: She weavesfresh robes for mangled earth; She singsfresh hopes for desperate things.

The Periwinkle with its fan-like leaves All nicely levelled, is a lovely flower Whose dark wreath, myrtle like, young Flora weaves; There's none more rare Nor aught more meet to deck a fairy's bower Or grace her hair.

A certain haughty English woman whose elaborate hats in an island where women were hatless, or wore simple, native weaves, were noted atrocities, and whose chin was almost nil, kept the carriage and me waiting for breakfast while she primped in her lodging.

With net-wove sash and glittering gorget dress'd, 280 And scarlet robe lapell'd upon her breast, Stern ARA frowns, the measured march assumes, Trails her long lance, and nods her shadowy plumes; [Arum.

" He took Kirk's hand, and they walked down the grass path till the sweet closeness of a low pine covert wove a scented silence about them.

The south wind murmurs tenderly To the complaining leaves; The Flower Queen gorgeous tapestry Of rose and purple weaves.

Or listen to the mimic ocean roar Within the womb of spiry sea-shell wove, From sight and sound to catch intense delight, And infant gladness from each happy face, These are the guileless duties of the day: And when at length reposeful Evening comes, Joy-worn he nestles in the welcome couch, With kisses warm upon his cheek, to dream Of heaven, till morning wakes him to the world.

Virtue indeed meets many a rhyming friend, And many a compliment politely penned, But unattired in that becoming vest Religion weaves for her, and half undressed, Stands in the desert shivering and forlorn, A wintry figure, like a withered thorn.

I.Lovers Young and Fair Listen to a tale of love, Which an old grey captive wove.

Who will come walk with me On this Persian carpet of purple and gold The weary autumn weaves, And be as sad as I? Gather the wealth of the fallen rose, And watch how the memoried south wind blows Old dreams and old faces upon the air, And all things fair.

She wore a blue serge suit of rather coarse weave, but it was neat and becoming.