The harvest is half over abea<Jy all around us; and so 

 pure that not a poppy or cornflower is to be seen. ... If 

 Ceres, who is at least as old as many of our fashionable 

 ladies, loves tricking herself out in flowers as they do, she 

 must be mortified; and with more reason, for she looks 

 well always with topknots of ultramarine and vermilion, 

 which modern goddesses do not for half so long as they 

 think they do. 



— ^Horace Waipole to the Eakl or Stratfokd, Straw- 

 berry Hill, August 1, 1783. 



