London (England) -- History; London (England) -- Social life and customs
"When I was a prentice," said Stow, "the boys were made to wear blue
cloaks in summer and blue gowns in winter, with breeches and stockings
of white broadcloth, and flat caps. They attended their master at night
with a lantern and clubs, and they fetched the water in the morning,
unless they were mercers, who were excused. But all good manners are
changed. Now they dress as they please, and except that they carry the
club and break each other's pates withal, they are no longer like the
old prentice. Also, formerly £10 would suffice to bind a lad and make
him free of the City; now £100 is wanted. Well, sir, here you have
Chepe. Rich it is with goodly houses and its ancient churches; I say not
stately churches, because our forefathers loved better to beautify the
religious houses than their parish churches--yet many goodly monuments
are erected in them to the memories of dead worthies. Much of the carved
work and the painting has been destroyed or defaced by the zeal of
reformers, who have broken the painted windows so that false doctrine
should no longer be preached by those dumb orators. Truly, when I think
upon the churches as they were, with all their monuments and chapels and
holy roods, carved and beautified by the cunning of the sculptor and
limner, and look upon them as they are, hacked and hewn, I am fain to
weep for sorrow. Yet, again, when I remember the swarms of monks and
priests from whom we are set free, and our holy martyrs who perished in
the flames, I confess that the destruction was needful." He stepped
aside to make room for a gentlewoman who walked proudly along the
street, followed by a servant.
"Aye," he murmured, "thy husband is a respectable merchant on 'Change;
his father before him, citizen and armorer, also respected. But his
profits will not long suffice to meet thine extravagance, my fine city
madam."
She was of the middle height, and about thirty years of age; her hair
was a bright red. "A week ago it was brown," said my guide. It was
knotted and raised above her forehead; on her head she wore a hood of
muslin, under which one could see gold threads in her hair, and open
peascods with pearls for peas; her face was smeared all over with paint;
a heavy gold chain hung round her neck; her ruff was of enormous size,
and her waist was extravagantly long; her gown was of rich velvet,
looped back to show her petticoat of flowered satin; she had a lovelock
under her left ear, tied with a freshly-cut rose; she was so stuffed out
with hoops that she covered as much space as six women; in one hand she
carried a fan, and in the other a pomander-box, at which she sniffed
perpetually.
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