I love the Glove, that covers quite The rounded arm it rests upon; I take it off, with what delight, With what delight I put it on! If true it is through mystery, A lover's bliss will higher move, How dear that little hand should be Which hides itself beneath a Glove! But there's another Glove, whose use Will every swaggerer displease; A Glove correcting all abuse, Which brings the braggart to his knees; How many boasting folk I've known, Who would, and wisely, rather prove A flight from out the window thrown, Than see before them that same Glove! The Gloves are useful when we seek The fair, the great ones, as we know; When unto those with Gloves we speak, Easy at once their favours grow. They for intriguers wealth have won, No fools their uses are above; Of what another man has done They boast, and give themselves the Glove. One last couplet, I pray you, and the authoress, Madame Perrier, will bow herself out:-- The Gloveless man can ne'er afford To dance, no step he makes with grace; The servant wishes that his lord Should put on Gloves in many a case. When the police are wide awake, To cheat those eyes they hardly love, How many thieves will wisely take The greatest care to wear the Glove? The song is not so bad, truly; and if the Muse gloves the author a little tightly, the tone of his strophes is none the less strictly respectable and proper. Under Louis XVIII. and Charles X. long Gloves were very costly; still, no coquette hesitated to change them every day, for it was necessary for them to be of extreme freshness of colour, which was either buff, gridelin, or white. Some years later, the fashion tended to maize, straw, or nut colour for the evening and morning toilet, and to palisander, burnt bread, cedar, fawn, for afternoon visits. Yellow Gloves had an infinite scale of tones, from a soft and delicate unbleached lawn colour to the glaring yellow of a stage-coach. White doe-skin was only used by men when riding. It was about this epoch, if I mistake not, that the denunciation of /Gant jaune/ (yellow glove) became synonymous with /petit-maître/ (dandy). In London, the disciples of Brummel--of the most refined elegance--constituted a society, and formed the Club of the /Fringed Glove/. This club no longer existed doubtless in 1839, when d'Orsay established thus despotically the rules of the perfect gentleman: "An English gentleman of fashion," said he, "ought to use six pair of Gloves a day: "In the morning to drive a britzska to the hunt: Gloves of reindeer. "At the hunt, to follow a fox: Gloves of shammy leather. "To return to London in a Tilbury, after a drive at Richmond in the morning: Gloves of beaver.