One of God’s eternal laws is that nothing stands still. A nation is
always changing for better or worse. A people either marches towards
perfection or retrogrades. Every bud that blossoms seemingly throws out
some new delicate fragrance; every day, every hour, something new and
startling falls upon the ear. Every fresh thought that rushes into the
mind of the inventor marches with electric speed to further development.
Those who have carefully studied the subject of this work well know what
grand and noble strides fashion has taken towards perfection, without
reaching it, however, as the result of one day’s delay in going to press
necessitates a still later style. (See following page.)
Another thought, another stride, another whim!
Fashion! O fashion! where wilt thou end?
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[Illustration]