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CHAPTER
XIX
WOMAN IN THE VICTORIAN
PERIOD
HE
first
seventy years of the nineteenth
century seem to us of 1917
absolutely
incredible in regard to dress. How
our great-great-
grandmothers
ever got about on foot, in a
carriage or stage-coach, moved
in
a crowd or even sat in any
measure of serenity at home, is a
mystery to
us
of an age when comfort,
convenience, fitness and chic
have at last come to
terms.
For a vivid picture of how
our American society looked
between 1800 and
1870,
read Miss Elizabeth
McClellan's Historic
Dress in America, published
in
1910
by George W. Jacobs & Co., of
Philadelphia. The book is
fascinating and it
not
only amuses and informs, but
increases one's self-respect, if a
woman, for
modern
woman
dressed in accordance with
her rôle.
We
can see extravagant wives
point out with glee to
tyrant mates how, in the
span
of
years between 1800 and 1870 our maternal
forebears made money fly, even
in
the
Quaker City. Fancy paying in
Philadelphia at that time, $1500
for a lace scarf,
$400
for a shawl, $100 for the
average gown of silk, and
$50 for a French
bonnet!
Miss
McClellan, quoting from
Mrs. Roger
Pryor's Memoirs, tells
how she, Mrs.
Pryor,
as a young girl in Washington, was
awakened at midnight by a note from
the
daughter
of her French milliner to say
that a box of bonnets had
arrived from Paris.
Mamma
had not yet unpacked them
and if she would come at once,
she might have
her
pick of the treasures, and
Mamma not know until
too late to interfere. And
this
was
only back in the 50's, we
should say.
Then
think of the hoops, and wigs and
absurdly furbished head-dresses;
paper-soled
shoes,
some intended only to
sit
in;
bonnets enormous; laces of
cobweb; shawls
from
India by camel and sailing
craft; rouge, too, and
hair grease, patches
and
powder;
laced waists and cramped feet; low necks
and short sleeves for
children in
school-rooms.
Man
was then still decorative
here and in western Europe.
To-day he is not
decorative,
unless in sports clothes or military
uniform; woman's garments
furnish
all
the colour. Whistler
circumvented this fact when
painting Theodore
Duret
(Metropolitan
Museum) in sombre black
broadcloth,--modern evening attire,
by
flinging
over the arm of Duret,
the delicate pink taffeta
and chiffon cloak of
a
woman,
and in M. Duret's hand he places a closed
fan of pomegranate
red.
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