The sea coast echo. [volume] (Bay Saint Louis, Miss.) 1892-current, 1892-03-12
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of ribbon of various colors. His legA
were encased in wide lace-trimmed
boots provided with jingling spurs and
having the toes two inches too long.
On his left arm he carried his cloak, and
in his right hand a stick. which he
s'played WITH" as he "straddled" along
the streets, singing"
The straddling was necessary. A
character in well-known old play
complains: ''One of my silver spurs
catched hold of the ruffle of my boot,
which being of Spanish leather and
subject to tear, overthrow me-" They
therefore walked wide" to prevent ac-
cidents.
A very serious matter was a gentle
mans toilet, in those times; so serious
that it grew tiresome to the wearers.
who, after becoming sobercd by the
plague, the great fire and other calami-
ties, dropped one ribbon and yard Of
lace after another, until they could
safely take their minds from their boots
and hats and walk about intent upon
their business. Let us hope upon their
behavior also, for the pretty fellow"
under the Stuarts was pretty only in
respect to feathers and velvet doublet.
His language was coarse, his manners
coarser, his vices coarsest of all.
When the prince regent was posing
as the ''first gentleman Of Europe" the
dress of dandy was matter of con.
stant study and care. 'sIn black velvet
breeches he put all his riches" His
heavily-scented garments shed the fra
GRANGE of musk and orange flower
water upon the air. The macaroni of q
later day was accustomed to carry two
watches, which seldom agreed; zone to
tell him." as Walpole said, "what
o'clock it was, and the other what it
was not"
At this period there lived two beaux,
one of whom Lord Byron called the
greatest of the three great men of the
nineteenth century; placing himself
third, Napoleon second and Beau Brum.
nell first.
Possibly Byron was correct in one
sense, BrummeH was as great in his
own line as the Corsican was in his.
Both rose from obscurity by unlimited
self-a.surance, and it may have re-
quired as much administrative power to
subjugate the arrogant though disor-
dered British society, as to take the
lead of the French at time when they
were fairly crying for leader One OF
Brummells defenders declares .she was
no fop, but merely the best dressed
man of his day. We would all have
dressed like him if we could" This
statement may be considered along with
the fact that, the Beau never removed
his hat even to a lady, as it might have
disarranged the hairs Of his wig, and
besides might not have been replaced
in the same exact position. His boots,
which he blacked with champagne, were
always polished on the bottom of the
sole. All are familiar with his famous
snub Of the prince of Wales, when he
audibly inquired upon the princes bow.
ing to his companion and ignoring
Brummell: "Ah, who's your fat friend?"
Beau Nash, the McAllister of the past,
was styled "King of Bath" He was
the son of a humble glassblower, but
rose, by the power of impudence and a
fine coat, to position which enabled
him to refuse Princess Amelia another
dance and to snatch off the white apron
OF duchess, with the remark that only
kitchen maids wore aprons.
Neither Brummell nor Nash had the
sense to die soon enough; but while the
former ended his days in slovenly pow
erty and imbecility at Calais. Nash was
more fortunate. He was claimed by
death ('and much good it got of him, ~
says his biographer, at the good old age
OF eighty-eight, having retained his
sway SO well that he was thought
worthy of grand funeral at the ex.
pense Of the corporation.
EMMA nj. s. MCDOWELL.
A Bitter disappointment.
Mrs Recrivers-And that. Mrs Clun