THE REIGNING BEAUTY OF PARIS.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1992, 13 July 1880, Page 4

THE REIGNING BEAUTY OF PARIS.

Mdme. Gautherot may be as much as twenty-four. Her head is classical, and she wears her natural wavy hair in Grecian bandeaux. If her nose were an atom shorter one might admire it more, and still I cannot say it is too long to be out of proportion with the other features. At first sight one is literally stunned by her beauty, which her dress sets off. In shape and color the ensemble and the details are perfect. Mdme. Gautherot is a statue of Oanova transmuted into flesh and blood and bone and muscle, dressed by Felix, and coiffured by his assistant, Emile. All her contours are harmonious. But she has yet to make her acquaintance with the graces and to obtain possession of the girdle. There is a sameness in her beauty which, at the first impression it causes one, places her at a disadvantage beside plain women with expressive eyes and clever mouths, I have seen her thrice in rapid succession, I know that she is Ihe loveliest creature I ever behold coming out of tho hands of a Paris dressmaker ; but I feel, nevertheless, that I have sufficiently feasted my eyes upon her. Mdme. Gautherot was dressed last n'ght in a yellow silk dress, part of which was covered with a network of yellow beads and small white bugles. She also wore a necklace of diamonds, set in the classical style, a brooch, bracelets, and Greek bandalettes in her hair, sparkling with brilliants. A small Diana crescent was attached to her foremost bandelette. A murmur of admiration greeted her wherever she went. The crowd opened as if awe-struck with her beauty, to let her pass. She was not apparently elated or excited by the spontaneous homage paid her. A waxen image could not have been more unmoved. Ho sentiment of coquetry was revealed in the limpid and completely expressionless eyes. M. Parent, the architect, called her “ Pauline Bonaparte resuscitated.” “ But observe her ears,” said an artist of the “Charivari.” “ Paulino’s were the despair of Oanova ; they were monstrously ugly. Mme, Gautherot’s are simply perfect.” And so they were. The “texture” of the neck and shoulder.? was a thing to throw painters into raptures. It was without morbidezzar ; but smooth as a rose petal. A delicate pink shade came through tho transparent white skin.—London * Truth.”