The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-10-18
Letter from Boston.
Correspondence of the Journal.


old Journal though it requires all the
pluck in the feminine composition to ask
place in the we'll dressed assembly,
when our suit is SO rusty from the long
suspension of quill driving. Just wait till
we get the fall tiXings, and the mosquito
bites have had little more than day to
heal; and if the hat isn't over the left ear,
and the right eye out for rare happenings,
then count us out. Speaking Of mosqui
toes (alas' if it were only speaking) can
any one truthfully picture the horrors we
have endured from that pestiferous in
sect The sleepless nights; the increase
of profanity: the much staying out late
Of the masculine portion of the house
hold; the great accumulation of lager
beer bottles in the lower closet; in fact,
all that goes to make night prolific Of
evil, can be tucked right on to the mos
| quito. And still he is allowed to tarry
yet little longer, though great winds
have driven noble ships upon the shoals,
and copiOus showers have drowned many
a rat in the cellars of the Back Bay.
There is general feeling in Boston
that hard times will not be the inevitable
excuse for every economy, the coming
year, and our enterprising dealers are Just
spreading themselves. Windows, which
are fast becoming a competing feature Of
| the ambitious dry goods and millinery
houses are perfectly radiant with the
bright and beautiful tints which are to
bedeck our streets later iii the season !:
and the shopping mania is at its height.
1t would seem that, with the promise OF
a bit more money in the pocket, some
choice and desirable article might be puT-
chased, which would give the jaunty fe-
male a semblance Of style, for a reason
able figure. But French novelty goods,
over which we have all gone mad, can't
be wrenched from the clutches of those
relentless clerks for less than from three
to five dollars per yard. And like the old
song, ut takes forty yards" &c. To be
sure, it has much the appearance of what
our mothers used to call q sheeny rugs
the exact recipe for which was the old
rags left from the more elaborate flower
pot and immense blue and green roses
adjoining the parlor hearth rug, and 4
couple of days pulling of the same with a
hook constructed from dilapidated table
fork. There is one little woman at the
Hub, who scorns the tempting bait, for
she can swear that one smart shower will
cause more unhappiness to the owner
OF an irrisistable French novelty suit,
than the loss Of the best Sunday night
cellar living and she airs the senti-
ment, too, on sundry opportune occa-
sions; hence the confession in these
truthful columns.
Black is no longer the correct thing for
day or evening, and only handsome silks
and velvets of the sonbre hue are admis-
sibe in a ladys wardrobe. All black
WOODEN fabrics are frightened with gay
embroidery or pipings, and even the pro
verbal black cloak is in favor only with
elderly people. Hats and bonnets are fast
becoming so complicated that it would be
impossible to accurately describe. The
girl with the most mosquito bites on the
left side of her face, wears her FAN hat
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pulls the saucy hat far down over her
eyes, and fails to remove the becoming
appendage until time to do up on hair
pins. Felt hats will prevail. An especial
style for the girl of the period is the eX-
act shape OF the gentleman's "Derby,'
and has only Il band Of ribbon, and a
huge wing ut the side Soft felts, denied
anywhere, and everywhere, are particu
lary convenient for travelling, as it doesn't
reflect on either party when the other
side Of the railway tunnel is reached.
Bonnets are still worn far back, and
tower sufficiently in front to admit of a
whole hen roost, the teathered creation
being at present the correct adornment
for that pride of woman the Sunday
bonnet. A more accurate description of
the decided modes can be given after
Jack Frost has taken a permanent resi-
dence among the bellies and beauX of the
season.
Again war is Waged against the street
vender. Every little dusky haired chest
nut rooster is sending sparks enough
from her fiery eyes to ignite a dozen
places of authority like City Hall. 1t is
a hard question. Local dealers complain
that rents are high, and that trade should
be protected Patrons declare the ancient
apple and orange women slip as few rot
ten apples into the bag as the dealer, and
pocket less change. Somebody will I'M
doubtedIv be hurt before the question is
satisfactorily settled and we advise any
aspiring friend who may contemplate
/ leaving his farm, to start a peanut stand
at the Hub to 'bide a wee"
| There was a new birth on Sunday in
the newspaper world-a Sunday edition
of the Daily Globe. Like all infants, it
had it's welcome, but did not possess the
elaborate outfit which is generally III
waiting for the stranger. The same every
day suit, very much the same matter, and
alas, no Moody and Sanky here to offer
prayer or praise for its future. A bit Of
good nursing however, will undoubtedly
place it in rank with its more popular
| editions.
Weddings are as plenty as flies i'll a
cheap hotel, and each couple, as it drifts
toward the prospective bliss signs for
the wealth of the boy Sears, who starts
life with a fortune greater than the Prince
of Wales.