A GOODWOOD CUP DAY. 249 



and though this is a little further, there is not 

 so severe a hill to surmount. 



This is, of course, the great day for dress, 

 and even before the racing begins the lawn is 

 brilliant ; delicate creams and ivories are popular, 

 sometimes unrelieved and sometimes trimmed 

 and decked with those new colour's of which 

 only milliners know the names, and about which, 

 probably, milliners differ — crushed strawberry, 

 salmon, Venetian red, decided crimsons, and 

 other ruby shades perhaps predominating. In 

 certain cases ladies appear to have sought for 

 characteristic dresses. Here is a pink with a 

 flowing plaid sash, suggestive of the Highlands ; 

 there a dark brown with a cuirass of gold lace, 

 significant of a Hussar regiment ; an olive 

 green, trimmed with a vivid Persian pattern, 

 containing all hues ; a black and red dress, the 

 wearer of which has on red shoes with black tips, 

 borrowed, it would seem, from the opera houffe 

 stage ; an ivory white, with a peep of rich 

 crimson at the bosom ; a pink continued from 

 the dress to the cheeks of the wearer, where 

 what is intended to pass for the bloom of health 

 is very unsymmetrically arranged. 



Of what is called the fun of the fair there is 

 little or none on the course. A poor melancholy 

 dog does some tricks in a pathetic fashion. The 



