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All for Dress.

All for Dress.

Mussy on us! what a muss

An Amiable Young Lady.

All for Balls and Dress.

Dear, simpering, fascinating Miss.

A Sight to Make

Man with Pipe

The One That Wears the Breeches.

The ladies' hoops do dreadful slaughter.

"Pray, what's the matter," said a friend to me

Devoid of useless crinoline.

What more would you have, all plaided and stuffed

Behold her pompous, lofty stride.

Miss Brazenface.

Clear the track and let me pass.

If My Passion

If My Passion

If My Passion

If My Passion

You queer looking

You’re a gentleman true

The Conceited Woman

To be out of fashion

Look Dandy, pray

Man with Elk Horns

Of Dandizetts You're Sure

Just A Little Flattered

Who foolishly regards himself.

With a fine hat

Blundering little hussy

I as soon would wed

Hoop de Doo.

A Holy Show.

Oh! Daughter of Fair

Oh, Dear Me

Oh, Dear Me

The Old Bachelor.

Oh! Gentle Lady, you know full well.

Oh! My Hoops.

The Conceited Woman.

A Mantilla from your shoulder falls

Waddling pyramid you go,


Pretty lady do not rage

Convenient Fashion.

Oh! My Hoops.

You Don't Look

 To be out of fashion

A Loud Working-Girl

Shop Girl's Sunday

You think your style is just the thing

Street Sweeper.

Bridget, sometimes, at the glass.