P s I LiBRAUY OF CONGRESS, i # J UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.'^ p. 18. ^/- (y THE Px.UE LjRECIANpEND STORY IN VERSE BV N Lai\i\y Lei gh ; y\s<-i*d. c ' Whence and what art thon, execrable shape ?" — Milton WITH ILL USTRA TIONS NEW YORK J J. S. REDFIELD, PUBLISHER 140 FULTON STREET 18 6.8 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 18G8, by J. S. REDFIELD, In the Clerk's OfTico of the District Court of the United States for the Eastern District of New York. Edwakd O. Jenkins, PRINTER AND STEREOTYPER, No. 50 NoiUi William St. THE True Grecian Bend. A WOMAN in France got the spinal disease, And from that sad moment she had no more ease ; To add to her anguish, she very soon found, Oh, horrors ! her back was becoming quite round. The spasms of physical pain she en- dured, "^ Were keen, I assure you, and could not be cured ; But bad as these were, it seems, on the whole. They could not compare with the pangs of her soul. For I must inform you, O dear reader mine — (I'm in my third verse, and indeed it is time) — That our stylish Parisian was Fashion's dear slave, And to its sweet service her brain and time gave. 7 If she had been poet or artist or sage, Or one of " the women," so called, " of the age," With missions to Art, or the indigent poor, Her crooked vertebra she might well endure. For 'tis of no consequence, surely, I say. If strong-minded women who flaunt in bur day Their rights to more freedom for work and for speech Are placed by disease quite beyond the world's reach. 8 Such women belong to that low, com- mon kind Who assert that an active condition of mind Or of hands (me ! how vulgar !) does make, after all. What we a true woman can worthily call. But say, of what consequence, pray, can it be If females with such vulgar notions, you see. Are forced to stop work and all bold agitations Of questions important to churches and nations 9 Because of a weakness of brain and of spine ? (Both organs, alas ! being in a de- cline.) It matters but little, if women like these, Are deprived of all usefulness, comfort, and ease. But when a fair daughter of Fashion — a treasure, Who lives but to seek and to find her own pleasure, A victim becomes to keen pains that do rack, To pains that quite ruin the shape of her back — lO Here, here is a tale that makes the heart bleed ! A tale wholly fit for a poet in- deed ! Before I have finished, however, you'll find That sunlight with shadow is herein combined. At present the shadow rests over my maid, While wrapped in reflection she sits in the shade. Her brain being small, is quite like the pot Which, owing to smallness, so soon became hot. 1 1 It seems at this moment, in truth, quite on fire. Harassed as it is with the spasms of ire. That seize it in thinking of hopes all destroyed, Her figure quite ruined ! her future a void ! For I must inform you, our " char- mante Fran^aise," Deluded as all of us were in those days, Considered it really a feminine charm. To carry the figure — including the arm — 12 According to Nature in some slight degree, With freedom and unstudied grace, don't you see ? A form finely poised, and free in its motion, Is surely a sign — at least, such was the notion — Of youth and of health. Even some thought that grace Had a meaning and charm quite be- yond a doll face. But all such ideas have of course now gone by In times when the fashions do Nature defy. 13 As I was just saying, our " charmante Francaise," Deluded as all of us were in those days, Was tortured with agony now at the thought Of the change which the spinal affec- tion had wrought In her whose fine figure, a short time ago, Arrayed in rare furbelows, made such a show On the " Boulevards ;" also when on her white mare, Erect and in "stove-pipe" she pranced with the air H ■t Which marks the great " parvenues" out as that class Whose eyes, looking over you, say, " Let me pass ! Do you know who I am ? I 've a car- riage and four, A poodle and twenty-five servants and more," But I am digressing. The subject is great. And I fear I shall never get through at this rate. To return to " mes moutons," I mean to my maid ; We left her, remember, in wrath and in shade. ^7 She sat in the shade, for she feared that the light Would bring to her vision that horrible sight, A female with vertebral column askew, And now as she sat here she dreaded the view. But at the next moment a thought bright as fire, Seemed to burn in her eyes and to chase away ire; She rose, in a tremor of joy, from the gloom, And opening the shutters, made bright the whole room. i8 She then all at once did proceed, with a rush, To fasten a pillow, with cheeks all a- flush, Just under her skirt, quite behind at the back. And then she donned quickly a hat and a sack — Seized quicker a parasol ; then without fear. She faced the long mirror with eyes all a-cheer With some inspiration, that strangely did lend To a spine badly bent an additional bend. 19 Pray what was she doing ? you ask, all amazed, Perhaps you imagine the girl was quite crazed, Or trying a cure — and that's madness enough — With " similia similibus" ideas and such stuff. Oh, no ! my dear Reader ; she 's simply intent On proving in practice the worth of a bent. Which entered her mind a few mo- ments ago. And set all her brain and her heart in a glow. 20 In short, all creations of genius, you know. Originate, so they say, always just so ; Quite all of a sudden, undreamt of, they're born In the brain which seeks after to give them a form. The form which our heroine sought now to give To her noble creation was, sure as I live, A crook in the back and a crook in the arm. And with these same crooks she means yet to charm 21 Her circle of former admirers and friends, And, after a ripe preparation, in- tends To make her ^^ debut'' in a style very- new. Unknown to the crowd or e'en the rare few. Oh, view her, as now she continues to pass Up and down, while she studies herself in the glass ! With parasol raised very high in the air. And spine really taking a curve, I declare. 22 Exceeding by far the long crook that disease Had wrought there in hours void of rest and of ease, And yet, I assure you, her face glows with smiles. While practicing poses the hours she beguiles. But while I still watched her, a cloud thin as air. Passed over the features that now seemed so fair ; With eyes on the mirror, I heard her exclaim, " Oh ! dear me ! oh ! dear me ! I 've lost it again." 23 She takes a new bend — then cries, "That's not it !" Here, dear reader mine, she was seized with a fit Of abdominal colic, which only did serve To add, you perceive, to her back a new curve. The full extra curve produced by the pain. Brought strangely the smiles to her features again ; She cried, " Oh ! kind Providence sure- ly did send This spasm to give me the * true Gre- cian bend ! ' 24 " The ' true Grecian bend ! ' here, here is a name Which soon will acquire a most glori- ous fame! It hides my poor hump altogether, you see. And a leader of fashion again I will be!" Since the colic referred to, by Provi- dence sent. Two weeks had gone by, and our dam- sel had bent Whatever of strength she possessed to attain The " true Grecian bend," and it was not in vain. 25 The day now arrived for the startling " d6but," And our heroine smiling emerged to the view Of the Boulevards, where " tout le monde" in a maze At the strange apparatus in wonder did gaze. This strange apparatus, as I before said, Perched on heels that supported a hump on the head, A hump on the back and a crook in the arm Presented a vision entitled to charm 26 The eyes of all artists ; for sure 't is their duty To recognize always the true curve of beauty ; And who can deny that here was a curve Sufficiently curving as model to serve ? The world, as I said, at first in a maze, With sneers at the strange apparatus did gaze ; But when this same world at last did discover The ** strange apparatus" was she, and no other, 27 Who only last year the gay fashion did lead. And lived on the Boulevard Malesherbes indeed ! They suddenly found that her present strange style Was but a new fashion she'd set all the while. Upon the discovery that, without doubt. The humps and the crooks were "M^ latest out;" With common accord the dear feminine gender. At once set to work in trying to render 28 Themselves in appearance as near as could be. To her who was now all the fashion, you see. So where only yesterday out on the street But one crooked female you might chance to meet. To-day there existed a hundred at least. Who made up a pantomime, truly a feast Of color and form, to him who de- lights In fine graceful contours and that sort of sights ; 29 And yet it is proper that I should confess (For to know " what is what " I did never profess), The sight of curved females at first raised a question Which seemed to me worthy some solid reflection. The question was this : if 't is true as averred. Human origin may to the ape be re- ferred. Then we are now turning, I boldly declare. To monkeys again. Pray look at the air 3° Of that monkey the organ-man carries about. Gaze but a short moment and you will find out When standing, his back just describes the outline Of that fashionable female, in garments so fine. Does not this resemblance, oh, tell me, I pray, 'Twixt apes and the fashionable dames of to-day. Suggest to your mind the identical ques- tion. Which seemed to me worthy some solid reflection ? S^^^^-Mfkim^ 33 I say, that it seetjjed, for I must ex- plain, On seeing the bend, I could not refrain At first from scorn and dejection, but now My feelings are altered entirely, I vow. For when by the dashing " beau monde" I was told, •The bend was the fashion — I soon came to hold Opinions quite different; believe me, to-day It seems to me "stylish" and most distingue." 34 And now I must tell you, last week at a dance, I found out the origin, quite by mere chance. Of the "bend" surnamed "Grecian," and then, think says I, The fair sex shall know this ; at once I will try To tell them in some way. So, spite of delays, I 've written the story of the " char- mante Frangaise, " And while I congratulate all my fair friends Who now are expert in the various " bends," 35 A word I would add — it is this : forget not How specially favored and blest is your lot. For you can have humps, if you like, on the back. Without the bad colic and pains that did rack The female whose spine the best doc- tors couldn't mend. But oh! she invented "the true Grecian bend ! " A " bend " born of suffering truly pa- thetic, A " bend" scientific as well as aes- thetic. 36 Now all of you know, I make bold to infer. The "colic" and "pains" did in Paris occur. Of course we Americans would not re- ceive Any fashions but those of imported disease : Excuse me : I mean that the " modes " are imported, For it is very true, as has oft been re- ported. We worship all things of Parisian ex- traction ; Why, even its morals (?) have quite an attraction ! 37 Of course, we despise them, but then, do n't you see. They come after all from the stylish " Paris ? " Oh ! wondrous Bill Shakspeare, of very huge fame ! You lied, Sir, in saying all names were the same. But now before closing, I gladly ex- tend To all who desire to attain the true bend, A single suggestion, pray do n't pass it by, But listen, then, labor " and never say die!" 38 In every Art -study you'll find it is best. To model from Nature with uniform zest. Oh, come now with me! I'll show you to-night. The model I spoke of — a pitiful sight. We'll leave the gay avenue — this is the way — Through byways and lanes where the clear light of day Has no room to enter. Here godless despair Finds vent in wild curses and cries — do you dare 39 To utter reproaches ? Come, come, do not shrink; You find the air stifling ? Why, now only think. You 're here but a moment and quite lose your breath ; Yet many will dwell here from birth unto death. You cannot return, though chilling the gloom. For in this dark building we'll find a dark room ; This stairway leads to it — come, let us ascend ; I '11 show you the model I spoke of, my friend. 40 'Tis long after midnight ; — we reach very soon. Up by the dark stairway, the rpom through the gloom ; And here in the corner, where burns a pale light, Sits sewing and shivering a woman to- night. Through many a season, drooped low o'er her knee, She 's sat there, and often she scarcely could see What stitches to take, so flickering her lamp ! So weary her eyes ! so chilling the damp ! f ''' ¥^ ill \lW\ 43 Two little ones sleep at her side on the floor; At times she looks towards them with heart very sore At the thought of their cries at the last scanty meal. At the thought that on waking how hungry they'll feel. " Oh ! what shall I give them ? the crusts are quite dry, Yet they're all that I have." With many a sigh She turns to her work, for she knows when 'tis done More bread can be bought with the shilling she's won. 44 O brave, weary mother ! the morning has come ; You 're hungry and cold, but the work is not done. Thus through the sad seasons she 's bent o'er her knee So low that her back has a curve, do n't you see — A curve truly Grecian ! I 'm sure you would find. Should you dress her in fashionable clothes of the kind Worn now, she'd look "stylish" and have quite an " air." Her "bend" is more perfect by far, I declare, 45 Than that of our ladies so fine and so gay Who walk in the avenues day after day; And surely an outline by Nature de- signed. Is much the best model, if you are in- clined. Fair lady, to triumph and truly in- tend To study as artist the " true Grecian bend." A model from Nature ! now, here is the question. Is this Grecian bend really worth your inspection ? 46 There's only one drawback to this same inspection. The thought of which fills me with some slight dejection, I fear if this study you still will pur- sue, It may not be best, friend, for me and for you. For listen ! There 's possibly danger, you know. That you may become, in these "models" who sew. So much interested that you may forget Yourself and the fashions, and that we 'd regret. 47 Fair lady, oh ! guard against this above all. For what sadder lot could e'er you be- fall? And what would become of the "beau- monde " to-day, Without " upper tens " and the fashions so gay ? It's time I should close; my task 's at an end ; I 've told you the tale of the " true Grecian bend." Besides, a good model I 've now pointed out. By which you'll attain to perfection, no doubt. 48 And now pray permit me, while saying adieu. With warmth once again to congratu- late you. That Providence kindly a colic did send. Which gave you, dear ladies, the " true Grecian bend ! "