First and foremost, the wig. Periwig, peruke, campaign wig with
pole-locks or dildos, all the rage, all the thought of the first
gentlemen. Their heads loaded with curl upon curl, long ringlets
hanging over their shoulders and down their backs, some brown, some
covered with meal until their coats looked like millers' coats;
scented hair, almost hiding the loose-tied cravat, 'most agreeably
discoloured with snuff from top to bottom.'
[Illustration: {A man of the time of William and Mary; a type of
cuff}]
My fine gentleman walking the street with the square-cut coat open to
show a fine waistcoat, his stick hanging by a ribbon on to his wrist
and rattling on the pavement as it dragged along, his hat carefully
perched on his wig, the crown made wide and high to hold the two wings
of curls, which formed a negligent central parting. His pockets, low
down in his coat, show a lace kerchief half dropping from one of them.
One hand is in a small muff, the other holds a fine silver-gilt box
filled with Vigo snuff. He wears high-heeled shoes, red heeled,
perhaps, and the tongue of his shoe sticks up well above the instep.
Probably he is on his way to the theatre, where he will comb his
periwig in public, and puff away the clouds of powder that come from
it. The fair lady in a side box, who hides her face behind a mask, is
delighted if Sir Beau will bow to her.
[Illustration: A MAN OF THE TIME OF WILLIAM AND MARY (1689-1702)
Strings again in use on the shoes. Cuffs much broader; wigs more
full; skirts wider. Coat left open to show the long waistcoat.]
We are now among most precise people. One must walk here with just
such an air of artificiality as will account one a fellow of high
tone. The more enormous is our wig, the more frequently we take a
pinch of Violet Strasburg or Best Brazil, Orangery, Bergamotte, or
Jassamena, the more shall we be followed by persons anxious to learn
the fashion. We may even draw a little silver bowl from our pocket,
place it on a seat by us, and, in meditative mood, spit therein.
We have gone completely into skirted coats and big flapped waistcoats;
we have adopted the big cuff buttoned back; we have given up
altogether the wide knee-breeches, and wear only breeches not tight to
the leg, but just full enough for comfort.
The hats have altered considerably now; they are cocked up at all
angles, turned off the forehead, turned up one side, turned up all
round; some are fringed with gold or silver lace, others are crowned
with feathers.
We hear of such a number of claret-coloured suits that we must imagine
that colour to be all the rage, and, in contrast to other times not
long gone by, we must stiffen ourselves in buckram-lined skirts.
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