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Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3981, 1 October 1881, Page 2

Clara Belle writes to the Cincinnati Enquirer as follows :—" July and hot weather hare come at once upon the Metropolis, and tbe fashionable woman feels like clothing herself simply with, a fan. But decorum requires that, though she may with perfect propriety bare all her arms and much of her body at a winter ball, she must cover herself com* pletely on ordinary occasions in summer. JJoomed thus to be fried in her own fat, she endeavours to mitigate her sufferings with linen lawns, muslins, baptistes, and cotton zephyrs, those being the favourite fabrics for the purpose this year. She manages to look comfortable, though she isn't. She is really in a softened, melty state. Kiss har, and her lips stick to .yours like syrup. Hug her, and she is like a lump of dough in your arms. She spreads pulpily over the chair when she sits down, and is only prevented by her corset from running into a shapeless heap. She looks as well as ever—perhaps better, for the heat makes her rosy; but ahe is not so pleasant to take hold of as she was last winter. She may bathe her delicate hands twenty times a day with cologne, aud rub them over as often with her powder rag, but they are. bound to feel greasy all the same to the fellow who squeezes them. Her moist Hair will not stay crimped, and reduess can't be driven out of her nose. Every strip, stay and band, is an annoyance. She makes frequent changes of underclothing—eveu discards drawers, reduces her skirts to one, uses a chemise of gossamer 'Stuff, and wears stockings so thin that their seeming flesh color is the real thing show* iug through; but it is all iv vain."