Furs were worn, and of course duly lost. From one advertisement we get to know the name of 'a Sable Tippit or _Zar_;' and from another we learn something of its shape, 'a round Sable Tippet, about 2 yards long, the Sable pretty deep and dark, with a piece of black Silk in the Square of the neck.' They also had muffs, not only of feathers, as we have already seen, but of fur of all sorts, from otter skin to 'the Cats' fur. But ladies did not go out more than they could help, either in cold or wet weather. The streets were so bad, and, although to them was accorded the 'umberellow' (for it was far too effeminate a thing for men to carry, no Jonas Hanway having yet arisen), yet they did not stir out unless obliged; and it was only The tuck'd up sempstress walks with hasty strides While Streams run down her oil'd umbrella's sides.[235] [Footnote 235: _The Tatler_, No. 238.] Curious clumsy things these old umbrellas must have been. For a man to have used one, he would have deserved, and received, some such satire as 'The Young gentleman belonging to the Custom House, that for fear of rain borrowed the Umbrella at Will's Coffee House in Cornhill of the _Mistress_, is hereby advertised that to be dry from head to foot on the like occasion he shall be welcome to the _Maid's Pattens_.'[236] [Footnote 236: _The Female Tatler_, Dec. 12.] Good Huswives all the Winter's Rage despise, Defended by the Riding Hood's Disguise; Or underneath th' _Umbrella's_ oily Shed, Safe thro' the Wet on clinking Pattens tread. Let _Persian_ Dames th' _Umbrella's_ Ribs display, To guard their Beauties from the sunny Ray; Or sweating Slaves support the shady Load, When Eastern Monarchs shew their State abroad; _Britain_ in Winter only knows its Aid, To guard from chilly Show'rs the walking Maid. But O! forget not, Muse, the _Patten's_ Praise, That female Implement shall grace thy Lays; Say from what Art Divine th' Invention came, And from its Origine deduce the name.[237] [Footnote 237: _Trivia_, book 1.] And then Gay tells the legend of how Vulcan fell in love with Martha (or Patty), the daughter of a Lincolnshire yeoman; how to save her feet from the cold and wet he studded her shoes with nails; but still she had a cold and lost her voice, until he hit upon the happy idea of the 'patten' the use of which completely restored her to health, and The Patten now supports each frugal Dame, Which from the blue ey'd _Patty_ takes the name. But we must not forget that potent weapon in woman's armoury, the fan.