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cause it is not often found wild at the present day ; 

 but there is no doubt with any of these writers 

 respecting the yew, which grows wild in lanes in 

 Staffordshire, in many of the dales in Derbyshire, 

 being particularly luxuriant in Dovedale, in many 

 parts of Wales, on the hills round Windermere, 

 on rocks in Borrowdale, and indeed generally 

 throughout the English Lake district. I do not 

 take authority for this, having had the satisfaction 

 of seeing it in the places mentioned. H. J. 



Wandsworth, 



Hohson's Choice (2°'' S. i. 472.) — The usual 

 explanation of this saying held good in Steele's 

 time, for he gives it in No. 509. of the Spectator, 

 thus prefaced : 



" I shall conclude this discourse with an explanation 

 of a proverb, which by vulgar error is taken and used 

 when a man is reduced to an extremity, whereas the pro- 

 priety of the maxim is to use it when you would say there 

 is plenty, but you must make such a choice as not to hurt 

 another who is to come after you." 



In the same paper it is said : 



" This memorable man stands drawn in fresco at an inn 

 (which he used) in Bishopsgate Street, with an hundred- 

 pound bag under his arm, with this inscription upon the 

 said bag : 



' The fruitful mother of a hundred more.' " 



What inn is here referred to, and is the portrait 

 still in existence ? 



The inscription reminds me of a Hampshire 

 farmer's definition of a clever man : 



" I calls he a clever chap as can rub one fi-pun note 

 agen another and make another on nn." 



R. W. Hackwood. 



•' Magdalen College, Oxford (2"'^ S. i. 334.) — 

 The " trusty and well-beloved " John Huddleston, 

 the first person mentioned in King James's war- 

 rant to the president, to be admitted a demy of 

 the said college, was probably the Roman Catholic 

 priest who administered the sacrament to King 

 Charles II. on his death-bed. W. H. W. T. 



Somerset House. 



Horsetalk (2"'^ S. i. 335.)— In Italy and the 

 South of France, a driver cries " ee " to his horse, 

 when he wants him to go on. This Is doubtless 

 " I," the Imperative of eo, pronounced in the con- 

 tinental fashion ; and has probably descended un- 

 changed from the time of Romulus. Stylites. 



Song by Old Doctor Wilde — " Hallow my 

 Fancie (2»^ S. i. 511.) — S. S. S. Inquires whe- 

 ther there is, " In reality, such an old song " as 

 that quoted by the author of " Bond and JFree," 

 In a late number of Household Words ? There is 

 such a song, and it may be found in a very com- 

 mon source of information, Chambers's Cyclopcsdia 

 of English Literature, vol. i. p. 395., where the 

 editor states it to be taken " from a collection of 



poems entitled Iter Boreale, by R. Wild, D.D., 

 1668." S. S. S. will find this song of Dr. Wild's 

 preceded by " Hallo my Fancy," which Mr, 

 Chambers assigns to that prolific author Mr, 

 " Anonymous." Cdthbeet Bede, B,A. 



Felo-de-se (2''^ S. i, 313.) — Queen Elizabeth, 

 by a charter in the forty-first year of her reign, 

 granted (inter alia) to the corporation of the 

 borough of Andover, Hants (to whom the manor 

 of Andover had belonged for centuries), the 

 goods and chattels of felons, fugitives, and out- 

 laws, and of persons put in exigent, and oi felons 

 of themselves, and goods, chattels, waived estrays, 

 deodands, found or forfeited, arising within the 

 manor or borough of Andover aforesaid. 



The rights have been exercised by the corpo- 

 ration when occasions have occurred. 



W, H. W. T. 



Somerset House. 



Comic Song on the Income Tax (2°^ S. i, 472.) 

 — In looking over some songs amongst which I 

 thought I had a copy of the one sought for by 

 E. H. D. D., I found the following, which as it 

 bears on the same subject he may perhaps like to 

 possess a copy of. 



I need hardly say that the parody Is on Moore's 

 song — " Those Evening Bells : " 



" That Income Tax ! that Income Tax, 

 How every clause my poor brain racks, 

 How dear was that sweet time to me, 

 Ere first I heard of Schedule B. 



"Those untaxed joys are passed away, 

 And many a heart that then was gay 

 Is sleeping 'neath the turf in packs, 

 And cares not for the Income Tax. 



"And so 'twill be when I am gone, 

 That ' Candid ' Peel will still tax on, 

 And other bards shall sadly ax 

 * Why not repeal the Income Tax ? ' " 



R. W. Hackwood. 



Blood which will not wash out (2°'* S. i. 461.) — 

 Your valuable correspondent Mr. Peacock says : 

 " I have been informed that the blood of the 

 priests who were martyred at the Convent of the 

 Carmes at Paris during the French Revolution is 

 yet visible on the pavement. This is a fact that 

 some of your correspondents can no doubt verify." 

 While at Paiis, last October, I went to the Carmes, 

 and there saw on the walls and floor of the chapel 

 those spots of blood about which Mr. PEAcoc"k 

 speaks. They look quite fresh in places, and there 

 are many of them. 



Though the chapel is private, and used only, I 

 believe, by the inmates of that now educational 

 establishment, sure am I that the abbe Cruice, 

 who so ably presides over it, will, with his usual 

 courtesy, allow any English traveller to see that 

 oratory and its walls stained with the blood of 

 more than eighty churchmen, whose only imputed 



