Victorian women of dating age
Later sugar artists would delight in trompe l’oeil designs; at a Venetian banquet given for Henri III of France in the mid-16th century, every piece of the 1,200-piece table setting was made of sugar, including the tablecloth.The automation of the sugar extraction process in the early 19th century, as it coincided with the industrialization of the production of a great number of consumer goods, created a consumerist middle class with access to an unprecedented amount of stuff.But today, we’ve regressed to a curiously pre-industrial state.In any high-end restaurant cocktail service or classically styled cocktail bar, you’ll be presented with uneven lumps of pale brown turbinado or white sugar—never a basic cube.Sugar marketing of the time highlighted its purity, a delivery method for unadulterated food energy, and the cube was a visual indicator of sugar obeying the laws of science, unlike the hand-hewn cones of loaf sugar or artistically rendered sugar models of the past.After a steady presence into the mid-20th century fueled by new uses in cocktails and as an early vehicle for the polio vaccine, the sugar cube took a sharp nose dive in the latter half of the century, replaced with paper packets of granulated sugar and myriad sugar substitutes, taking the chemistry-class market to new levels.
UPDATE (September 2015): I am currently filing the Grace Webster archive here: When the task was done, I went to Ramsgate & spent 10 days at , taking hot sea baths, and a dose of ultra rest--then a few days at Margate on Sea--then a rush to Malvira [? OCLC lists an edition of 1885, by the same publisher, with very few holding libraries of either edition. The plot is based on the motif of a young woman's love for a man who believes he has committed murder (cf. There are some 130 letters, along with other materials, so this is a long-term project, but please follow the link to see the work in progress. ] - then a month at Torquay with Mrs Braysher - & from Torquay we came on here, which is where Mrs B. I shall oscillate between Weston and Worthing--going home next week for a spell of hard work, coming back on ticket of leave for a fortnight at Christmas, &ditto ditto. It gives a fascinating insight into Victorian life. The last I heard of the Symonds's was a post ca[rd from] him, from Davis [? When I heard how he was taken ill [at] Geneva, I wrote in a great fright first to Miss Alleyne & then to Johnnie. The rectilinear sugar cube may be on its way out, but its mission—encapsulating the needs and values of an age in a kernel of sweetness—lives on.years ago I read about the discovery, in the chimney of an old house, of an archive of manuscript and other material relating to Grace Webster (q.v.), a forgotten Scottish writer of the 19th century. Though I suppose I must fall off and wear out someday! Of course, it transpires in the end that he is not a murderer; in this case, someone came along after the hero had wounded the man - who, needless to say, is a villain of the worst order whom the world is far better off without - and delivered the fatal blow.