hats; there are necks that can’t fit cravats; there are jaws that can’t
fill out collars—(Willis touched this last point in one of his earlier
ambrotypes, if I remember rightly); there are _tournures_ nothing can
humanize, and movements nothing can subdue to the gracious suavity or
elegant languor or stately serenity which belong to different styles of
dandyism.
We are forming an aristocracy, as you may observe, in this country,—not a
_gratiâ-Dei_, nor a _juredivino_ one,—but a _de-facto_ upper stratum of
being, which floats over the turbid waves of common life like the
iridescent film you may have seen spreading over the water about our
wharves,—very splendid, though its origin may have been tar, tallow,
train-oil, or other such unctuous commodities. I say, then, we are
forming an aristocracy; and, transitory as its individual life often is,
it maintains itself tolerably, as a whole. Of course, money is its
corner-stone. But now observe this. Money kept for two or three
generations transforms a race,—I don’t mean merely in manners and
hereditary culture, but in blood and bone. Money buys air and sunshine,
in which children grow up more kindly, of course, than in close, back
streets; it buys country-places to give them happy and healthy summers,
good nursing, good doctoring, and the best cuts of beef and mutton. When
the spring-chickens come to market—I beg your pardon,—that is not what I
was going to speak of. As the young females of each successive season
come on, the finest specimens among them, other things being equal, are
apt to attract those who can afford the expensive luxury of beauty. The
physical character of the next generation rises in consequence. It is
plain that certain families have in this way acquired an elevated type of
face and figure, and that in a small circle of city-connections one may
sometimes find models of both sexes which one of the rural counties would
find it hard to match from all its townships put together. Because there
is a good deal of running down, of degeneration and waste of life, among
the richer classes, you must not overlook the equally obvious fact I have
just spoken of,—which in one or two generations more will be, I think,
much more patent than just now.
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