THE Britons “like their neighbours the Gauls”[16] (two
of whose heads were shewn copied from Roman
monuments,) were Bearded, though, probably, for some
purpose of distinction, their Chiefs, as stated by Cæsar
and others, had merely an enormous twisted moustache.
The Druids and their successors, the native British Clergy,
regarded this natural covering as adding to their dignity
and gracing their office and their age.[17]
The Anglo-Saxons brought their Beards with them
which they preferred of the forked shape, and this again
might be either two-pronged, or three-pronged, or
plutonian and neptunian.
St. Augustine is figured with his Beard on his appearance
to convert these Islands in the sixth century. His
followers must soon have shaved, because a writer of the
seventh century, complains that “the Clergy had grown
so corrupt as to be distinguished from the Laity less by
their actions than by their want of Beards.” The illustrious
Alfred was so careful of the Beards of his subjects,
that he inflicted the then heavy fine of twenty shillings on
any one maliciously injuring the Beard of another. The
Danes who invaded this country were Bearded. Fosbrooke
says, some of them wore Beards with six forks, and history
mentions Sueno the fork-beard.[18]
During this period, the French monarchy was growing.
Its first kings held the Beard as sacred, and ornamented
it with gold. Their subjects were proud of it as marking
them out to be free men in contradistinction to the
degenerate Roman population. Alaric touched the Beard of
Clovis as a solemn mode of confirming a treaty, and acknowledging
Clovis as his godfather. The Merovingian
Dynasty were Bearded. Then came Charlemagne who
swore by his Beard, as did Otho the Great and Barbarossa,
Emperors of Germany, after him. The following story
shows the faith of those early times in the sacredness of
this form of adjuration. A peasant, who had sworn a
false oath on the relics of two holy Martyrs, having taken
hold of his Beard, as further confirmation, heaven to
punish him, caused the whole to come off in his hand!
Charlemagne also enacted that any one who should
call another red beard or red-fox, should pay a heavy fine;
a law explained by a prejudice embodied in two German
proverbs.[19]
Of red beard no good heard
Red beard—a knave to be feared;
and carried to its climax in the anecdote of a Spanish
nobleman, who, having accused a man of some crime,
and the latter being proved innocent, exclaimed, “if he
did not do it he was plotting it, for the rascal has a
red beard!” Those who need consolation under this
calumny, traceable probably to an old notion, derived from
his name, that Judas Iscariot had a red beard, I am fortunately
able to refer to a sermon[20] on that Arch-Traitor, full
of wit, humor, pathos, and imagination, by the celebrated
Abraham St. Clara, where red beards are nobly vindicated,
and the following noted instances cited:—
Several illustrious Romans,
The Emperor Barbarossa;
Hanquinus Rufus, King of the Goths;
Bishops Gaudentius and Gandulfius;
The Martyrs Dominicus, Maurinus, and Savinianus.
During the distractions to which Charlemagne’s empire
was subject after his decease, the Northmen appeared, and
a band, under Rollo, having been converted and settled in
what is now Normandy, became known in English History
as the Normans; with whom an increasing intimacy
having sprung up in the reign of Edward the Confessor,
(whose head was shewn from the Bayeux tapestry,) a
Norman party was gradually formed at court and Norman
customs, one of which was shaving, partially adopted.
Harold, as representative of the real old English party, wore
his Beard as shown by a cotemporary MSS. illuminator;
but William the Conqueror, and most of his followers, are
figured only with a moustache and their back hair close
cropped or shaven. It was this barbarous fashion that
induced Harold’s spies to report to their master that the
invaders were an army of Priests.
William is said to have attempted to compel the sturdy
Saxons to shave, but many of them left the kingdom
rather than part with their Beards. In this, as in other
matters, Anglo-Saxon firmness ultimately conquered the
conquerors, and the Norman sovereigns gave in to the
national custom. As early as Henry I, that is only 44
years from William’s landing, we learn that Bishop Serlo
met that monarch on his arrival in Normandy, and made
a long harangue on the enormities of the times, especially
long hair and bushy Beards, which he said they would not
clip, lest the stumps should wound the ladies’ faces. Henry,
with repentant obedience, submitted his hairy honors to
the Bishop, who with pious zeal, taking a pair of shears
from his trunk, trimmed king and nobles with his own
hand. This conduct of the Bishop is curiously illustrated
by a cotemporary decree of the Senate of Venice, of the
year 1102, commanding all long Beards to be cut off in
consequence of a Bull of Pope Paschal II, denouncing
the vanity of long hair, founded on a misinterpretation of
1st Corinthians, xii, 14,[21] which applies only to the hair of
the head. On this text a sermon might be written though
scarcely preached, which would “a tale unfold, would
harrow up the soul.”[22]
The stout king Stephen wore his Beard, and a Saxon
chronicler complains that in the civil wars of his time, in
order to extort the wealth of peaceable people, they were
“hung up by their Beards;” a proof the latter were long
and strong. Stephen’s cotemporary, Frederick the 1st of
Germany, to prevent quarrelling, laid a very heavy fine on
any one who pulled another’s Beard.
Henry II, is said to have had a vision in which all
classes of his subjects reproached him in his sleep for his
tyranny and oppression. A cotemporary MSS. illuminator,
having fortunately designed several cartoons, really
much more expressive than some in the New Houses of
Parliament, from which we learn that the faces of all classes
of the people and of the Clergy then appeared as nature
made them, I selected one, representing the leaders
of the distressed agriculturalists of that remote period,
because while it illustrated my subject, it seemed to
possess great interest for that patient and much enduring
class. One could almost imagine the stout fellow with the
one-sided Saxon spade, to be urging on the heroes with
the pitchfork and scythe, nearly in the words of Marmion,
“Charge, Sibthorp,
[23] charge! On, Stanley, on!”
Henry’s Queen Eleanor had been previously the wife of
Louis VII, of France, who having been persuaded by his
Priests to shave off his Beard, so disgusted Eleanor that
she obtained a divorce.[24]
Richard the Lion-hearted was Bearded like a lion, and
though he was so absorbed in the Crusades that he did
not redress, yet he acknowledged the justice of the complaints
of the celebrated Longbeard, “Earl of London
and King of the Poor,” who did honor to his Beard by
resisting oppression, and perished, after an heroic struggle,
the victim of cowardice and treachery. The monuments
of Roger, Bishop of Sarum, and Andrew, Abbot of Peterborough,
shew that Bishops wore the Beard, and Abbots
and Monks shaved in this reign.
John had what was called “a Judas’ Beard,” of which
his actions were every way worthy. Fortunately, the bold
Barons outbearded him, and Magna Charta was the result.
His son, Henry III, had a moderate Beard, and the longest
reign till George III. Edward I, shewed the Scots what
a long Beard could do with long shanks, and a long head
to back it.[25] This king has been called the English Justinian,
both he and the Roman Emperor being noted for
improving the laws, and cherishing their Beards. Edward
the 2nd’s Beard, like his character, was more ornamental
than strong, and his reign is chiefly memorable for the
composition of that favorite old song quoted by Shakspeare,
“’Tis merry in hall, when Beards wag all!”
Edward the 3rd’s bold Beard spread terror in Scotland and
France, and that of his son, the Black Prince—young as he
died—was an apt type of his “prowess in the tented field.”
Richard the 2nd, with all his faults, was neither
deficient in Beard nor in courage—the latter shewn in his
meeting with Wat Tyler, and his defence against his
assassins. Henry IV, the crafty Bolingbroke, had a chin
cover, in whose every curl lurked an intrigue, of which
his son, Henry V, who was made of other metal, was so
ashamed, we presume, that he wore in penitence a shaven
chin throughout his ten years’ reign, as may be seen by
his monument in Westminster Abbey, the remains of
which still exist.
Shaving continued partially in fashion in Henry the
6th’s reign, who himself in later life was Bearded like a
Philosopher, accustomed to moralize over the ups and
downs of life, of which he had no common share. Edward
the 4th shaved out of foppery; as did that smooth-faced
rascal, Richard III, who “could smile and smile and be a
villain.” Henry the 7th shaved himself and fleeced his
people.
As may be seen in MSS. illuminations, and as we read
in Chaucer and elsewhere, the majority of the people
stuck to their Beards, uninfluenced by the fluctuations of
court fashions. The poet, who was born in Edward the
3rd’s time, and died in Henry the 4th’s, speaks of “the
merchant’s forked Beard;” “the Franklin’s white as a
daisy;” “the shipman’s shaken by many a tempest;” “the
miller’s red as a fox, and broad as though it were a spade;”
the Reeve’s close trimmed; the Sompnour’s piled; and
ends by a contemptuous allusion to the Pardonere with his
small voice:
“No Beard had he, nor never none should have,
As smooth it was as it were newe shave, &c.”
Henry VIII, as you may still see on many sign boards,
for which his bluff, bloated face is so well adapted, had his
Beard close clipped. Once he swore to Francis the 1st
that he would never cut it till he had visited the latter,
who swore the same; and when long Beards had become
the fashion at the French Court, Sir Thomas Bulleyn was
obliged to excuse Henry’s bad faith, by alleging that the
Queen of England felt an insuperable antipathy to a bushy
chin, which, from the known considerate conduct of Henry
to his wives, must have been a very plausible plea! Sir T.
Moore shaved previous to his imprisonment. His Beard
being then allowed to grow, he conceived such an affection
for it, that before he laid his head on the block he carefully
put it on one side, remarking “that it at least was guiltless
of treason, and ought not to be punished.”
Although Francis I, and his Court, cherished their
Beards, the Chancellor Duprat advised the imposition of
a tax on the Beards of the clergy, and promised the king
a handsome revenue. The bishops and wealthier clergy
paid the tax and saved their Beards; but the poorer
ministers were not so fortunate. In the succeeding reign,
the clergy determined on revenge; so when Duprat (son
of the Chancellor) was returning in triumph from the
council of Trent, to take possession of the bishopric of
Claremont, the dean and canons closed the brass gates of
the chancel, through which they were seen armed with
shears and razor, soap and basin, and pointing to the
statutes, “de radendis barbis.” Notwithstanding his remonstrances,
they refused to induct him unless he sacrificed
his Beard, which was the handsomest of his time.
He is said to have retired to his castle, and died of
vexation.
In the same reign, John de Morillers was also objected
to by the Chapter of Orleans; but the cunning fellow
produced a letter from the king stating, that the statutes
must be dispensed with in his case, as his majesty intended
to employ him in countries where he could not appear
without a Beard.
At the court of the rival of Francis, Charles the 5th,
who had himself a right royal covering to his chin,
lived John Mayo, his painter, a very tall man, but
with a Beard so long, that he could stand upon it; and in
which he took much pride, suspending it by ribbons to
his button-hole. Sometimes this mass of hair, by command
of the Emperor, was unfastened at table, and doors
and windows being thrown open, the imperial mind took
intense delight in seeing it blown into the faces of his
grimacing courtiers. Another noted German Beard was
that of a merchant of Braunau in Bavaria, which was so
long, that it would have draggled on the ground, had it
not been incased by its proud owner in a beautiful velvet
bag.[26]
The promising Edward the 6th died before his Beard
developed; his sister Mary’s husband had one of the true
Spanish cut.
In the time of “good Queen Bess,” when
“The grave Lord Chancellor
[27] led the dance,
And seal and mace tripped down before him,”
she, who was no prude, and had a right royal sympathy
with every thing manly and becoming, surrounded herself
with men, who to the most punctilious courtesy, joined
the most adventurous spirit; and the Beard, as might have
been expected, grew and flourished mightily. Hence we
are not surprised at the wonderful efforts made by her
subjects in arms, and arts, and literature, so as to make
her reign an era to which we look back with patriotic
pride, and from which our best writers still draw as from
a well of deep perennial flow.[28]
A feeble reflection of some of the heads of this period
were exhibited on the walls of the lecture room, as the
sagacious Burleigh; the adventurous Raleigh; the rash but
brave Essex; Nottingham, the High Admiral who scattered
the Armada; Gresham the Merchant Prince, who found
his Beard no hindrance to business; and the Poet of
Poets, whether ancient or modern, Shakspeare.
As might be expected, the dramatic literature of the
time is full of allusions to that feature which men still
honored and admired. Lear can find no more pathetic
outburst of insulted majesty, in addressing his vile
daughter Goneril, than the words—
“Art not ashamed to look upon this Beard?”
and when Regan insults the faithful Gloster, the latter
exclaims—
“By the kind Gods! ’Tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the Beard!”
In a more mocking humour, Shakspeare makes Cressida
say of Troilus’s chin, “alas poor chin! many a wart is
richer!” And Rosalind to Orlando, “I will pardon you
for not having a neglected Beard, for truly your having in
Beard is a younger brother’s revenue.”
Then as characteristics, we have the black, white, straw-colored,
orange-tawney, purple-in-grain, and perfect yellow.
The soldier Bearded like a pard; the justice with
Beard of formal cut; the sexton’s hungry Beard; and the
Beard of the general’s cut; and that fine passage, which
you will pardon my quoting, if only to supply an obvious
correction naturally lost sight of by Beardless commentators.
If instead of the puerile conceit, stairs of sand, we
read layers of sand, we not only restore metaphorical
beauty but literal truth; for what is more deceitful than a
layer of sand, and the Beard is “a layer of hair.”
“There is no one so simple but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts;
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As layers of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The Beards of Hercules and frowning Mars,
Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk:
And these assume but valour’s excrement
To make themselves redoubted.”
[29]
The witty Robert Green, published in 1592, a curious
dialogue,[30] from which we get a glimpse into a Barber’s
shop of Queen Elizabeth’s time. Cloth-breeches complains
of the Barber’s attention to Velvet-breeches in these
terms. “His head being once dressed, which requires in
combing and brushing some two hours; then being curiously
washed with no worse than a camphor ball, you
descend as low as his Beard, and ask whether he please to
be shaven or no? whether he will have his peake cut short
and sharp, amiable like an innamorato, or broad pendant
like a spade, or le terrible, like a warrior or soldado?
whether he will have his crates cut low like a juniper
bush, or his subercles taken away with a razor? If it be
his pleasure to have his appendices pruned, or his moustaches
fostered to turn about his ears like the branches of a
vine, or cut down to the lip with the Italian lash, to make
him look like a half-faced bauby in brass. These quaint
terms Master Barber, you greet Master Velvet-breeches
withal, and at every word a snap with your scissors and a
cringe with your knee; whereas, when you come to poor
Cloth-breeches, you either cut his Beard at your own
pleasure, or else in disdain ask him if he will be trimmed
with Christ’s cut, round like the half of a Holland cheese,
mocking both Christ and us.”[31]
In the reign of James the 1st, Beards continued in
fashion, and I extract two out of many passages from
Beaumont and Fletcher’s plays; the first being, not excepting
even that of Butler’s Hudibras, the most humourous
description of a Beard in the language. A banished
prince in disguise, having been elected “King of the
Beggars” on account of his Beard; Higgen the Orator of
the Troop proceeds in this fashion:—
“I then presaged thou shortly wouldst be king,
And now thou art so. But what need presage
To us, that might have read it in thy Beard,
As well as he that chose thee! By the Beard
Thou wert found out and marked for sovereignty.
O happy Beard! but happier Prince, whose Beard
Was so remarked as marked out our Prince
Not bating us a hair. Long may it grow,
And thick and fair, that who lives under it
May live as safe as under Beggar’s Bush,
Of which it is the thing—that but the type.
This is the Beard—the bush—or bushy Beard,
Under whose gold and silver reign ’twas said,
So many ages since, we all should smile!
No impositions, taxes, grievances,
Knots in a state, and whips unto a subject,
Lie lurking in this Beard, but all combed out.”
In his Queen of Corinth we learn that—
“The Roman T, your T-Beard is the fashion,
And twifold doth express the enamoured courtier
As full as your fork carving doth the traveller.”
The last line alluding to Coryate the traveller’s recent
introduction of the dinner-fork from Italy.
Of this Roman T-Beard another writer humorously
says—
“The Roman T,
In its bravery,
Doth first itself disclose:
But so high it turns,
That oft it burns
With the flame of a torrid nose.”
and then adds—
“The soldier’s Beard
Doth match in this herd
In figure like a spade;
With which he will make
His enemies quake
To think their grave is made.”
In 1610, died Henry IV, of France, whose Beard is
said “to have diffused over his countenance a majestic
sweetness and amiable openness;” his son Louis XIII,[33]
ascending the throne while yet a minor, the courtiers and
others, to keep him in countenance, began to shave,
leaving merely the tuft called a mouche or royal. Sully,
however, the famous minister of Henry, stoutly refused to
adopt the effeminate custom. Being sent for to court, and
those about the king having mocked at his old-fashioned
Beard, the duke indignantly turned to Louis and said,
“Sire! when your father of glorious memory did me the
honor to hold a consultation on grave and important business,
the first thing he did was to order out of the room all
the buffoons and stage dancers of his court!” About this
time also, Marshal Bassompierre having been released from
a long imprisonment, declared the chief alteration he
found was, “that the men had lost their Beards and the
horses their tails.”
Under our first Charles,[34] the sides of the face were often
shaven, and the Beard reduced to the moustache, and a
long chin-tuft, as in the portrait of that monarch, retaining
however still some of its former gracefulness. As the
contest grew hotter between Cavalier and Roundhead,
doubtless some of the latter cropped chin as well as head;
though others are said to have been so careful of their
Beards, as to provide them with pasteboard night-caps to
prevent the hairs being rumpled.
In one instance it was worn long for a sign, as we see
by the following verse—
“This worthy knight was one that swore
He would not cut his Beard,
’Till this ungodly nation was
From kings and bishops cleared:
Which holy vow he firmly kept,
And most devoutly wore
A grizzly meteor on his face,
’Till they were both no more.”
[35]
Under Charles the 2nd, the Beard dwindled into the
mere moustache, and then vanished. And when we consider
the French apery of that un-English court, it is no
wonder the Beard appeared too bold and manly an ensign
to be tolerated. It went out first among the upper classes
in London, and by slow degrees the sturdy country squires
and yeomen also yielded their free honors to the slavish
effeminate fashion, which, by the force of example, descended
even to the working classes, on whom it imposed
new burdens and some bodily diseases from which their
hardy frames had been hitherto exempt. It is to be
hoped, that when any one for the future talks about the
Beard being a foreign fashion, he will be reminded that
it is a good old English natural fashion, and that the
present custom of shaving was borrowed from France, at
a time when we had no credit to borrow anything else,
seeing that king, courtiers, and patriots, were all the pensioned
dependents of the French monarch! The sooner
therefore we cease to shave, the sooner shall we wipe out
the remembrance of a disgraceful period of our history!
One amusing proof that the Beard continued to be worn
by the country people after its decline about the court, is
afforded by an anecdote of the notorious Judge Jeffries,
who, in his browbeating way, thus addressed a party before
him. “If your conscience be as large as your Beard, fellow!
it must be a swinging one.” To which the witness
replied, “If consciences be measured by Beards, I am
afraid your lordship has none at all.”
In 1700, Charles V ascended the throne of Spain, with
a smooth chin; and his example was gradually followed,
though the popular feeling has been condensed into the
proverb—“Since we have lost our Beards, we have lost
our souls;” and no one can question that loss of Beard
and empire in that country have singularly coincided.
Two brief anecdotes will shew the sense of honor which
formerly resided in Spanish and Portuguese Beards.
Cid Rai Diaz dying, a spiteful Jew stole into the room
to do what he durst not when Diaz was alive—pluck the
noble Spaniard’s Beard! As he stooped for the purpose,
the body started up and drew the sword lying in state by
its side. The Jew fled horror-struck; the corpse smiled
grimly, and resumed its repose; and the Jew turned
Christian.
When the brave John de Castro had taken the Indian
fortress of Dieu, being in want of supplies, he pledged
one of his moustaches for a thousand pistoles, saying “all
the gold in the world cannot equal the value of this natural
ornament of my valour.” The inhabitants of Goa,
especially the ladies, were so struck with this magnaminous
sacrifice, that they raised the money and redeemed the
pledge.
The last European nation to lay aside the Beard was
the Russian, in whose ancient code it was enacted that
whoever plucks hair from another’s Beard shall be fined
four times as much as for cutting off a finger. Peter the
Great, (who always remained a semi-savage), like many
other half-informed reformers, sought to accomplish his
objects by arbitrary measures rather than by moral persuasion.
Having, when in the west, seen unbearded faces,
he jumped to the conclusion that absence of Beard was a
necessary part of civilization; forgetting that a shaven
savage is a savage still. He therefore ordered all his
subjects to shave, imposing a tax of one hundred roubles
on all nobles, gentlemen, tradesmen, and artizans, and a
copeck on the lower classes. Great commotions were the
result; but Peter was obstinate and made a crusade with
scissors and razor, much resembling a Franco-African
Razzia, which you know means a clean shave of everything
with very dirty hands! Some, to avoid disgrace,
parted with their Beards voluntarily, but all preserved the
hairs to be buried in their coffins; the more superstitious
believing that unless they could present theirs to St.
Nicholas, he would refuse them admission to heaven as
Beardless Christians.
One of the most difficult tasks was to deal with the
army; in this, Peter proceeded with characteristic cunning.
Through the agency of the priests, the soldiers were told
that they were going to fight the Turks, who wore Beards,
and that their patron saint St. Nicholas would not be able
to protect his beloved Russians, unless they consented to
distinguish themselves by removing their Beards! You see
how stale are the Czar’s late tricks! Convinced by this
pious fraud, the credulous soldiers obeyed the imperial
mandate. The next war, however, was against the Swedes,
and the soldiers, who had suffered severely from shaving,
turned the tables upon the priests, and said, “the Swedes
have no Beards, we must therefore let ours grow again,
lest, as you say, the holy Nicholas should not know us!”
It is a note-worthy historical fact, which shews the
danger arising from discarding the natural for the artificial,
that as Beards died out, false hair came in. A mountain
of womanish curls rested on the head, and was made to
fall in effeminate ringlets over neck and shoulders, while
the whole face was kept as smooth, and smug, and characterless
as razor could make it. This renders it so disagreeable
a task to look through a series of Kneller’s portraits,
who, clever as he was, could not impart the freedom and
vigour of nature to this absurd fashion. A portrait of
Addison,[37] was shewn as an illustration, because, as has
been seen, though he complied with the mode, he was
occasionally favored with visions of better times, past and
to come.[38]
To the reign of false curls, succeeded that still more
egregious outrage—that climax of coxcombry—powder,
pomatum, and pigtails! The former to give the snows of
age to the ruddy face of youth; the latter being, I suppose,
an attempt of some bright genius to outdo nature,
By hanging a stiff black tail behind,
Instead of a flowing beard before,
As if, by this ensign, the world to remind,
How wise it had grown since old father Noah.
This was the period when every breeze was a Zephyr,
every maid a Chlöe, every woman a Venus, and every fat
squinting child a Cupid! Later German critics even christen
the writers of this school, “the Pigtail Poets.”[39]
The first French Revolution made an end of all this
trumpery, and though Alison and other professed historians
have not classed the event among the good things
flowing from that fearful flood of blood and blasphemy,
it was not one of the least, and society cannot rejoice too
much at being delivered from the example of systematic
frippery, frivolity, and tricked-out vice of the later French
Sovereigns, imitated as they were by most of the petty
puppet Princes of Germany—
Each lesser ape in his small way,
Playing his antics like the greater.
About the rise of the first Napoleon to power, a more
simple, severe, and classic taste, was beginning to prevail,
and this dictated a return to the Beard. Under the
military despotism, however, of that Emperor, moustaches
were forbidden to civilians, and the Beard restrained to
that petty, hairy imitation of a reversed triangle—called
after its reviver, who never personally wore it—the imperial,
as if to denote to the people that they were to
have the smallest possible share in the empire.
With every attempt at freedom on the Continent, the
Beard re-appears; it was one of the most effective standards
in the war of freedom, when Germany rose against
Napoleon. In 1830, it was partially revived in France,
and later still it has made many a perjured continental
monarch[40] “quake and tremble in his capital,” and reminded
him that in spite of neglected promises and false
oaths, the reign of injustice “hangs but on a hair,” of
which the police will not always be able to check the free
growth.
I have now merely to notice very briefly, four modern
objections to the Beard.
I. “That it is less cleanly than shaving.” To this, the
answer is, that depends upon the wearer; and it will take
less time to keep clean, than to shave, especially where, as
in England, every one washes the face more than once a
day. Besides, if this were an argument, we had better
shave the head and eyebrows as well.
II. “That it would take as much time to keep the
Beard in order, as to shave.” Supposing even it did, still
there is a most important difference both in the two operations
and in their results. For the process of combing
and brushing the Beard, instead of being tedious, uncertain,
and often painful, like shaving,[41] confers a positively
delightful sensation, similar to that which one may imagine
a cat to experience,
When smoothing gently down its fur,
It answers with a purr, purr, purr;
And in its drooping half-shut eye,
A dreamy pleasure we espy.
And while the result of shaving is a mere negation, depriving
us of a natural protection, and exposing us to disease,
the other process, consume what time we will, is natural
and instinctive, and attended with the satisfaction of adding
the grace of neatness to nature’s stamp of man’s nobility.
III. “That the ladies dont like it!” This Professor
Burdach and Dr. Elliotson, pronounce a foul libel.[42]
Ladies by their very nature like every thing manly; and
though from custom the Beard may at first sight have a
strange look, they will soon be reconciled to it, and think,
with Beatrice, that a man without, “is only fit to be their
waiting gentlewoman.”[43] I have already mentioned one
instance of a queen despising her husband, because he
was priest-ridden enough to shave; and here I present you
with a second in this veritable portrait (shewing it) of a
painter in the reign of George I, of the name of Liotard,
who having returned from his travels in the East, with this
fine flow of curling comeliness, was irresistible. He followed
his fate, and married, but then, alas, unhappy wretch!
took one day the whim to shave off his Eastern glory.
Directly his wife saw him, the charm of that ideal which
every true woman forms of her lover, was broken; for
instead of a dignified manly countenance, her eyes fell
upon a small pinched face, with nose celestial and mouth
most animally terrestial,
And such a little perking chin,
To kiss it seemed almost a sin!
IV. “That a Beard may be very comfortable in Winter
but too hot in Summer!” The better races of the sons
of torrid Africa wear Beards, as did the ancient Numidians,
and Tyro-African Carthaginians before them. The Arab
in the arid parching desert cherishes his! Are we afraid of
being warmer than these in an English Summer? Besides,
as we have already shewn, the Beard is a non-conductor of
heat as well as cold.[44]
Having now, ladies and gentlemen, offered proofs that
the Beard is a natural feature of the male face, and designed
by Providence for distinction, protection, and ornament,
and shewn you historically, that while there was
never any sufficient reason alleged for leaving it off, unless
a heaven condemned superstition, or the capricious dictates
of fops and profligates, afford to any sound mind reasonable
motives of action, need I ask you not to oppose the efforts
of those who, reverencing the Creator’s laws as above the
dictates of man, conceive themselves justified in returning
to the more natural course. On our part we will, notwithstanding
all that we have said, freely allow any one to
continue the practice of shaving, who will be content with
the same plea as a certain Duke de Brissac, who was often
overheard uttering the following soliloquy while adjusting
his razor to the proper angle. “Timoleon de Cosse, God
hath made thee a Gentleman, and the King hath made
thee a Duke; it is right and fit, however, that thou
shouldst have something to do, therefore thou shalt shave
thyself!”
HADDOCK, (LATE PAWSEY,) PRINTER, IPSWICH.