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<title>The Spectator 277</title>
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  <number>no. 277</number>
  <date>1712-01-17</date>
  <author>Eustace Budgell</author>
  <quotation>-----fas est et ab hoste doceri. ----Virg.</quotation>
  <translation>Ovid Met. 4. 428.</translation>
  <translation>Receive instruction from an enemy.</translation>
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<paragraph>I PRESUME I need not inform the Polite Part
of my Readers, that before our Correspondence with <italic>France</italic> was
unhappily interrupted by the War, our Ladies had all their Fashions
from thence; which the Milliners took care to furnish them with by
means of a Jointed Baby, that came regularly over, once a Month,.
habited after the manner of the most Eminent Toasts in <italic>Paris.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I am credibly informed, that even in the hottest time of the War, the
Sex made several Efforts, and raised large Contributions towards
the Importation of this Wooden <italic>Madamoiselle.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Whether the Vessel they set out was lost or taken, or whether its cargo was seized on
by the Officers of the Custom-house, as a piece of Contraband
Goods, I have not yet been able to learn; it is, however, certain
their first Attempts were without Success, to the no small
Disappointment of our whole Female World; but as their Constancy
and Application, in a matter of so great Importance, can never be
sufficiently commended; I am glad to find that in Spight of all
Opposition, they have at length carried their Point, of which I
received Advice by the two following Letters.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Mr.</italic> SPECTATOR,</paragraph>
<paragraph>I am so great a Lover of whatever is <italic>French,</italic> that lately I discarded an
humble Admirer, because be neither spoke that Tongue, nor drank
Claret. I have long bewailed, in secret, the Calamities of my Sex
during the War, in all which time we have laboured under the
insupportable Inventions of <italic>English</italic> Tire-Women, who, tho' they
sometimes copy indifferently well, can never compose with that <italic>Go&#251;t</italic>
they do in <italic>France.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I was almost in Despair of ever
more seeing a Model from that dear Country, when last Sunday I
over-heard a Lady in the next Pew to me, whisper another, that at
the <italic>Seven Stars</italic> in King-street Covent-garden, there was a
<italic>Madamoiselle</italic> compleatly dressed just come from <italic>Paris.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>I was in the utmost Impatience during the remaining part of the Service, and as
soon as ever it was over, having learnt the Millener's <italic>Addresse,</italic> I
went directly to her House in <italic>King-street,</italic> but was told that the
French Lady was at a Person of Quality's in <italic>Pall-mall,</italic> and would
not be back again 'till very late that Night. I was therefore
obliged to renew my Visit very early this Morning, and had then a
full View of the dear Moppet from Head to Foot.</paragraph>
<paragraph>You cannot imagine, worthy Sir, how ridiculously I find we have all been trussed up
during the War, and how infinitely the <italic>French</italic> Dress excels ours.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Mantua has no Leads in the Sleeves, and I hope we are not
lighter than the <italic>French</italic> Ladies, so as to want that kind of Ballast;
the Petticoat has no Whale-bone; but fits with an Air altogether
galant and <italic>degag&#233;:</italic> the <italic>Coiffeure</italic> is inexpressibly
pretty, and in short, the whole Dress has a thousand Beauties in
it, which I would not have as yet made too publick.</paragraph>
<paragraph>I thought fit, however, to give this Notice, that you may not be surprized at my
appearing <italic>&#224; la mode de Paris</italic> on the next Birth-Night.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am, SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your Humble Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Teraminta.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Within an Hour after I had read
this Letter, I received another from the Owner of the Puppet.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>On <italic>Saturday</italic> last, being the 12th Instant, there arrived at my House
in <italic>King-street, Covent-Garden,</italic> a <italic>French</italic> Baby for the Year 1712. I
have taken the Utmost Care to have her dressed by the most
celebrated Tyre-women and Mantua-makers in <italic>Paris,</italic> and do not find
that I have any Reason to be sorry for the Expence I have been at
in her Cloaths and Importation: However, as I know no Person who is
so good a Judge of Dress as your self; if you please to call at my
House in your Way to the City, and take a View of her, I promise to
amend whatever you shall disapprove in your next Paper, before I
exhibit her as a Pattern to the Publick.</paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>I am, SIR,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>Your most humble Admirer,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph><italic>and most obedient Servant,</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>Betty Cross-stitch.</paragraph>
<paragraph>As I am willing to do any thing in reason for the Service of my
Country-women, and had much rather prevent Faults than find them, I
went last Night to the House of the above-mentioned Mrs.
<italic>Cross-stitch.</italic> As soon as I enter'd, the Maid of the Shop, who, I
suppose, was prepared for my coming, without asking me any
Questions, introduced me to the little Damsel, and ran away to call
her Mistress.</paragraph>
<paragraph>The Puppet was dressed in a Cherry-coloured Gown and
Petticoat, with a short working Apron over it, which discovered her
Shape to the most Advantage. Her Hair was cut and divided very
prettily, with several Ribbons stuck up and down in it. The
Millener assured me, that her Complexion was such as was worn by
all the Ladies of the best Fashion in <italic>Paris.</italic> Her Head was extreamly
high, on which Subject having long since declared my Sentiments, I
shall say nothing more to it at present. I was also offended at a
small Patch she wore on her Breast, which I cannot suppose is
placed there with any good Design.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Her Necklace was of an
immoderate Length, being tied before in such a manner that the two
Ends hung down to her Girdle; but whether these supply the Place of
Kissing-Strings in our Enemy's Country, and whether our <italic>British</italic>
Ladies have any occasion for them, I shall leave to their serious
Consideration.</paragraph>
<paragraph>After having observed the Particulars of her Dress,
as I was taking a view of it altogether, the Shop-maid, who is a
pert Wench, told me that <italic>Mademoiselle</italic> had something very Curious in
the tying of her Garters; but as I pay a due Respect even to a pair
of Sticks when they are in Petticoats. I did not examine into that
Particular.</paragraph>
<paragraph>Upon the whole I was well enough pleased with the
Appearance of this gay Lady, and the more so because she was not
Talkative, a Quality very rarely to be met with in the rest of her
Countrywomen.</paragraph>
<paragraph>As I was taking my leave, the Millener farther
informed me, that with the Assistance of a Watchmaker, who was her
Neighbour, and the ingenious Mr. <italic>Powell,</italic> she had also contrived
another Puppet, which by the help of several little Springs to be
wound up within it, could move all its Limbs, and that she had sent
it over to her Correspondent in <italic>Paris</italic> to be taught the various
Leanings and Bendings of the Head, the Risings of the Bosom, the
Curtesy and Recovery, the genteel Trip, and the agreeable Jet, as
they are now practised in the Court of <italic>France.</italic></paragraph>
<paragraph>She added that she hoped she might depend upon having my Encouragement as soon as it
arrived; but as this was a Petition of too great Importance to be
answered <italic>extempore,</italic> I left her without a Reply, and made the best
of my way to WILL. HONEYCOMB's Lodgings, without whose Advice I
never communicate any thing to the Publick of this Nature.</paragraph>
<paragraph>X.</paragraph>
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