Then it was so cold I had no inclination to stay. Of 

 ny Spring delights, lilacs, apple-trees in bloom and night- 

 ingales, the two last are over and the first going; ... for 

 roses there was not even a white one on the 10th of June 

 though they used to blow as religiously as the Glastonbury 

 thorn. 



— HoBACE Walpole to the Countess of Upper Ossoht, 

 Strawberry Hill. June 13th, 1782. 



