But I suppose there will always be quack doctors with the cant of virtue on their lips, and vile and filthy imaginations in their hearts.
Be that as it may, the nude in art has been having a hard time of it lately.
Meanwhile, the Americans newspaper seemed to look upon Mr. Comstock as a legitimate target for their jokes and satire.
The New England ladies have the reputation of being the most easily-shocked women in the world. An American gentleman told me that a Philadelphia lady, at whose side he was seated one day at table, grew red to her very ears at his asking her which part of a chicken she preferred, the wing or the leg.
Are the New England women Saintes—Nitouches?
Baron Salvador says that he received from a correspondent the following information:
"There exists, in a certain New England city, a fashionable man-milliner, who has a room reserved ostensibly for fitting, but really for ladies who do not disdain to imbibe privately, through a straw, certain American drinks which they would not dare touch in public. In this dissimulated bar, under cover of silks and satins, they delight to chat on fashion and frivolities, while absorbing pretty tipples invented for their lords."
The prettiest part of the affair is, that the husbands pay for the beverages without knowing it.
On the bills, the milliner has added so much for trimmings (read: iced champagne), so much for lace (read: sherry-cobbler); and the duped husbands have nothing to complain of, except that the new fashions demand a great deal of trimming.
Is this tattle or calumny?