Danbury Times

A Gay Party. One of the pleasantest parties of Ladies and gentlemen visited us on Monday, (using us in a community sense,) that we have seen the present century. They came from over our western line, where they make more money and have less opportunities for spending it, than hereabouts. The costume of the Ladies represented the variety of styles that obtain the present season-but one, the best figure, of course, and otherwise the most noticeable, appearing in "gores."

The new and approved style of dress never found a fairer subject or a more regal form, and the most inveterate, crusty and unimpressible old bachelor would have done homage to the "ladies' last pet," if blessed with a sight of what it contained. Over the "gores" and a luxuriant growth of semi-raven tresses, sat jauntily and gracefully a light beaver with a continental curl, and half wreathed with a spotless white plume. Just enough to give the slightest touch of masculinity to her finely chiseled and purely feminine countenance, her eyes were veiled with an entirely unpretending pair of glasses, which in jet mountings, bridged her classic nose and were moored by an elastic, floating away to its fastenings in the delicate and exquisitely adjusted belt which bound her zone. Her dress, in material and shade, was of the becoming grey, to which ladies have taken with as natural good taste as an infant to its mother. Severely unjeweled, except by nature's own setting, the contour of her person was unbroken by the least attempt at draped ornament, and nature unembarrassed by art, presented, as a blessing to the eye, a graceful specimen of her handiwork, undimmed by the shadow of vanity.

The gentlemen of the party, "smoked" badly,--a weakness which was indulgently overlooked by their fair companions. As would be expected, they all visited Ritton's Photograph gallery, and after short sittings took away duplicates of themselves. Before leaving town they reined their fine teams under the shade trees between our office and Mr. Weed's, with whom we are prepared to dispute the honor or favor of the call. When the spirit moves, may it send them to our shades again.