Tiffany

1792, Hannah Cowley, A Day in Turkey; or, the Russian Slaves, London: G.G.J. & J. Robinson, Act III, Scene 1, p. 34, […] he made me throw away my peasant weeds, and gave me all these fine cloaths. See this tiffany, all spotted with silver; look at this beautiful turban—He gave it me all!

[…] the smoak of sulphur will not black paper, and is commonly used by Women to whiten Tiffanies […]

Reduce all to a very fine Powder, searsing the same through a Tiffany Searse, as you should the former.

When, however, the matin loving lark, or ruſſet pinions, floating amid the tiffany clouds, that variegated, in fleecy undulation, the grey-inveſted heavens, hailed with his ſoul-reviving note, the radient countenance of returning morn; […]

Frost is another foe. Cordons might be protected by hoops covered with tiffany, Russian canvas, mats, or netting; bushes by nets, mats, etc.

A joy it was to see such a shifting maze of velvets, furs, curious needleworks and cloth of tissue, tiffanies, laces, ruffs, goodly chains and carcanets of gold: such glitter of jewels and weapons: such nodding of the plumes the Demons wore in their hair, half veiling the horns that grew upon their heads.