In and About Drury Lane, and Other Papers, Vol. 2 (of 2): Reprinted from the pages of the 'Temple Bar' MagazineDoran, Dr. (John)
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In and About Drury Lane, and Other Papers, Vol. 2 (of 2): Reprinted from the pages of the 'Temple Bar' Magazine
Doran, Dr. (John)
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century; Theater -- England -- London -- Anecdotes
And now, let us return to Hyde Park, and mark its progress to the end
of the seventeenth century. Many a letter has been printed to show how
speedily Hyde Park became the sacred ground of fashion. We will add to
these illustrations one that has never been quoted.
In January, 1639, the fashionable world was looking out with
pleasurable anticipation to the park season; so early in the year
Madame Anne Merrick wrote to fair Mrs. Lyddall (both ladies were in
the country) to entreat her ladyship to come up to town ‘in Hyde Park
time.’ Madame Merrick adds: ‘The fear of a war with the Scots doth
not a little trouble me, lest all the young gallants should go for
soldiers, and the ladies should want servants to accompany them to that
place of pleasure which both of us so zealously affect. I long to see
those French ladies, Mme. Mornay and Mme. Darcy, and the new stars of
the English court, Mrs. Harrison and Mrs. Vaughan.’ The lady inquires
whether sleeves are still worn down to the wrist--the mode brought in
by the Duchess de Chevreuse. ‘Do they wear their necks up?’ she asks,
meaning covered, not as Herrick says, with ‘a lawn about the shoulders,
thrown into a sweet distraction.’ Mistress Merrick does not love the
fashion of the gown coming up to the throat, and boldly says, ‘I do not
hold any one worthy of a fair neck, or any other good part, that is
not free to show it.’ How she looked, head upon pillow, and afterwards
saucily erect in the park, may be seen in the modest lady’s request to
fair Mrs. Lyddall to buy for her ‘half a dozen white night coifs which
tie under the chin, and as many white hoods to wear over them a-days.’
Thus the park beauties of Charles’s time clapt their hoods over their
night coifs, and exhibited in the park
The sleepy eye that speaks the melting soul.
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