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Mr. Strickland ^(alluding to the fact that modern Greek is in- 

 variably pronounced according to the accent) threw out the idea, 

 that the ancient Greeks may in conversation and in reading 

 prose have pronounced the language much as the moderns do ; 

 whilst in reading poetry they may have adhered strictly to the 

 poetical quantities, as we, for instance, pronounce the word 

 " wind " differently in prose and poetry. Mr. Strickland fur- 

 nished a few lines which he had translated from the commence- 

 ment of the Iliad almost literally into English hexameters, ob- 

 serving correctly the rules of prosody ; and Mr. Hyett has since 

 contributed hexameters and pentameters. " In such interesting 

 discourse is the President to be blamed" (Mr. Baker asks), 

 * that he did not break off the conversation with the question, 

 Has any Member a paper to read to the Club, when the proba- 

 bility was that it would be followed only by an awkward pause? 

 How could the President divine that in Mr. Strickland's pocket 

 lay all this time the strata of Leckhampton Hill waiting to be 

 unrolled on the table of the Royal Oak ?" 



This valuable paper, however, has since been read to the Club, 

 and will, I trust, appear in the next number of our Transactions. 



The fourth and last meeting of the season took place on Sep- 

 tember 27th, at Newport, to which place Mr. Baker drove a 

 party from Hardwicke. The members at breakfast were, Messrs. 

 Bolland, Barker, Buckman, Baker, Hayward, Knollys and 

 Phelps, with Mr. Hyett, Mr. Adams Hyett and Mr. Saun- 

 derson as visitors. The party proceeded to Whitfield, from 

 whence Mr. Morton, jun. admitted them to LordDucie's, Crom- 

 hall Park, near a small encampment called Bloody Acre, forming 

 one of the chain of Roman forts running along the Cotswold 

 Hills, and overlooking the great lake in the park. Thence they 

 descended through the remains of a vineyard, consisting of a suc- 

 cession of terraces each about a foot high. It is not known what 

 was the character of the wine grown here. The road presents 

 many points of great beauty, and were the trees opened to allow 

 a view of the bold rocks opposite, the scene would be still more 

 improved. Crossing the head of the lake, the party ascended 

 Anchor Hill, as it is called, or as Atkyns corrects the name, 

 "Anchoret Hill/' "where," he says, "are the ruins of a cell, 



