SO completely has the dandy disappeared from among us, that even the word has an old-time look (as if it had strayed out of some half-forgotten novel or "keepsake"), raising in our minds the picture of a slender, clean-shaven youth, in very tight unmentionables strapped under his feet, a dark green frock-coat with a collar up to the ears and a stock whose folds cover his chest, butter-colored gloves, and a hat - oh! a hat that would collect a crowd in two minutes in any neighborhood! A gold-headed stick, and a quizzing glass, with a black ribbon an inch wide, complete the toilet.In such a rig did the swells of the last generation stroll down Pall Mall or drive their tilburys in the Bois.
The recent illness of the Prince de Sagan has made a strange and sad impression in many circles in Paris, for he has always been a favorite, and is the last surviving type of a now extinct species.
He is the last Dandy! No understudy will be found to fill his role - the dude and the swell are whole generations away from the dandy, of which they are but feeble reflections - the comedy will have to be continued now, without its leading gentleman.With his head of silvery hair, his eye-glass and his wonderful waistcoats, he held the first place in the "high life" of the French capital.
No first night or ball was complete without him, Sagan.The very mention of his name in their articles must have kept the wolf from the door of needy reporters.No DEBUTANTE, social or theatrical, felt sure of her success until it had received the hall-mark of his approval.When he assisted at a dress rehearsal, the actors and the managers paid him more attention than Sarcey or Sardou, for he was known to be the real arbiter of their fate.His word was law, the world bowed before it as before the will of an autocrat.
Mature matrons received his dictates with the same reverence that the Old Guard evinced for Napoleon's orders.Had he not led them on to victory in their youth?
On the boulevards or at a race-course, he was the one person always known by sight and pointed out."There goes Sagan!" He had become an institution.One does not know exactly how or why he achieved the position, which made him the most followed, flattered, and copied man of his day.It certainly was unique!
The Prince of Sagan is descended from Maurice de Saxe (the natural son of the King of Saxony and Aurora of Koenigsmark), who in his day shone brilliantly at the French court and was so madly loved by Adrienne Lecouvreur.From his great ancestor, Sagan inherited the title of Grand Duke Of Courland (the estates have been absorbed into a neighboring empire).Nevertheless, he is still an R.H., and when crowned heads visit Paris they dine with him and receive him on a footing of equality.He married a great fortune, and the daughter of the banker Selliere.Their house on the Esplanade des Invalides has been for years the centre of aristocratic life in Paris; not the most exclusive circle, but certainly the gayest of this gay capital, and from the days of Louis Philippe he has given the keynote to the fast set.
Oddly enough, he has always been a great favorite with the lower classes (a popularity shared by all the famous dandies of history).
