<h2> <SPAN name="fashion" id="fashion"></SPAN>A FASHION ITEM </h2>
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<h3> [written about 1867] </h3>
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<p>At General G——'s reception the other night, the most
fashionably dressed lady was Mrs. G. C. She wore a pink satin dress, plain
in front but with a good deal of rake to it—to the train, I mean; it
was said to be two or three yards long. One could see it creeping along
the floor some little time after the woman was gone. Mrs. C. wore also a
white bodice, cut bias, with Pompadour sleeves, flounced with ruches; low
neck, with the inside handkerchief not visible, with white kid gloves. She
had on a pearl necklace, which glinted lonely, high up the midst of that
barren waste of neck and shoulders. Her hair was frizzled into a tangled
chaparral, forward of her ears, aft it was drawn together, and compactly
bound and plaited into a stump like a pony's tail, and furthermore was
canted upward at a sharp angle, and ingeniously supported by a red velvet
crupper, whose forward extremity was made fast with a half-hitch around a
hairpin on the top of her head. Her whole top hamper was neat and
becoming. She had a beautiful complexion when she first came, but it faded
out by degrees in an unaccountable way. However, it is not lost for good.
I found the most of it on my shoulder afterward. (I stood near the door
when she squeezed out with the throng.) There were other ladies present,
but I only took notes of one as a specimen. I would gladly enlarge upon
the subject were I able to do it justice.</p>
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