Miss Riley, a horrid old fright, in a bird of paradise plume, and corked eyebrows, gibbetted in gilt chains and pearl ornaments, and looking as the grisettes say, "superbe en chrysolite"-"Miss Riley, Captain Lorrequer, a friend I have long desired to present to you-fifteen thousand a-year and a baronetcy, if he has sixpence"-sotto again.
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
Everything was white, pure, wonderful, and the whole enclosed in a monster chrysolite; earth, air, and sky, were shut within a radiant sphere that had never an outlet.
"Madeline Payne, the Detective's Daughter"
Lawrence L. Lynch
Yellow sands, glittering like gold in the dazzling sunshine, stretched away for miles; beyond these a vista of green meadows, with the distant Cotswold Hills rising out of dreamy haze; waters of chrysolite, with fields of malachite beyond; the azure sky overhead flecked with clouds of pearl and opal, and all around the pear orchards in full bloom.
"A Cotswold Village"
J. Arthur Gibbs