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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



[2ndS.No 44., Nov. 1. '56. 



ever really issued to the public, the following ad- 

 vertisement, which I have met with in going over 

 a file of newspapers in the British Museum, may 

 be worth insertion in " N. & Q. : " 



*' This day is published, 

 The Posthumous Works of William Wycherley, Esq., in 

 Prose and Verse. The Second Volume. Containing 



1. Letters of Mr, Wycherley and Mr. Pope on several 

 Subjects (the former at 70 years of age, the latter at 17). 



2. Poems not inserted in 'the first volume, and others 

 more correct, from original manuscripts in the Harley 

 Library. 3. Hero and Leander in Burlesque, written by 

 Mr. Wycherley under 20 years old. N. B. In the Preface 

 to the First Volume, a second having been promised (for 

 which Mr. Theobald entered into a bond with the book- 

 sellers, but hath failed in his promise 12 years), the pub- 

 lick may be assured that this compleats the whole, and 

 that nothing more of Mr. Wycherley's which is in any 

 way fit for the press can ever be added to it. Printed for 

 J. Roberts in Warwick Lane. Price Is. 6d. or to be had 

 bound together, price 5s." — Country Journal, or Crafts- 

 man, Nov. 29, 1729. 



u. J. . 



POETEY CONNECTED WITH EICHMOND PAEK, ETC. 



I have been often asked who wrote the lines 

 (No. 1.) on a board affixed to a tree in Richmond 

 Park, and have had the pleasure to inform them 

 they were by Mr. John Heneage Jesse, an author 

 who has contributed to the public information 

 and amusement The Court of England during the 

 Stuarts, and many other very interesting works. 

 No. 2. are some lines said to be by the Right Hon. 

 John Wilson Croker, written by desire of Mr. 

 Jesse, author of a most agreeable work, Glean' 

 ings in Natui'al History, &c. ; but weather has 

 rendered them now quite illegible, where they 

 were placed, in Richmond Park. 



The lines which follow I met among some old 

 MSS. and may perhaps please some of your 

 readers, and therefore may be placed beside the 

 others. A- 



Eichmond, Surrey. 



1. 



« Eichmond ! ev'n now 



Thy living landscape spreads beneath my feet, 

 Calm as the steep of infancy. The song 

 Of nature's vocalists, the blossom'd shrubs. 

 The velvet verdure, and the o'ershadowing trees ; 

 The cattle wading in the clear, smooth stream ; 

 And, mirror'd on its surface, the deep glow 

 Of sunset. The white smoke ; and yonder church, 

 Half hid by the gi-een foliage of the grove : — 

 These are thy charms, fair liichmond, and thro' these 

 The river wafting many a graceful bark, 

 Glides gently onward like a lovely dream, 

 Making the scene a Paradise." 



On an adjacent tree are the following lines on 

 " James Thomson, the Poet of Nature," also by 

 Mr. John Heneage Jesse : — 



" Ye, who from London's smoke and turmoil fly. 

 To seek a purer air and brighter sky ; 



Think of the Bard who dwelt in yonder dell. 

 Who sang so sweetly what he loved so well ; 

 Think, as ye gaze on these luxuriant bowers. 

 Here, Thomson loved the sunshine and the flowers, 

 He Avho could paint in all their varied forms, 

 April's young bloom, December's dreary storms. 

 By yon fair stream, which calmly glides along. 

 Pure as his life, and lovely as his song. 

 There oft he roved : — In j'onder churchyard lies ; 

 AH of the deathless Bard that ever dies ; 

 For here his gentle spirit lingers still. 

 In j'on sweet vale,— on this enchanted hill; 

 Flinging a holier interest o'er the grove, 

 Stirring the heart to poetry and love ; 

 Bidding us prize the favourite scenes he trod. 

 And view, in Nature's beauties, Nature's God." 



2. 

 " Strangers from harm, protect this tree and seat, 

 Where young and old, for rest and ease may meet, 

 All should unite to guard, what all may share, 

 A general good, should be a general care." 



3. 

 " Hie Tree and the Woodmen. 

 " A tree, 'tis said, at Richmond grew. 

 As tall as oak, as rough as j'ew ; 

 The woodmen saw with envious eye, 

 His tufted glories rising high : 

 Tliis tree, cry they, the rest will top. 

 And though we may not fell, we'll lop : 

 A thousand bills are straight pvepar'd ; 

 But soon they find the work too hard. 

 Unhurt it stood each sounding stroke, 

 Their arms it tir'd, their tools it broke ; 

 At length one shook his wiser head. 

 And thus, his bill thrown by, he said : 

 ' Ye fools, your labour vain forbear, 

 This tree Reserves the woodman's care; 

 See how its friendly branches spread, 

 In sultry suns to be a shade. 

 And when from driving rains you fly, 

 This shelter will be always nigh ; 

 Its growth with pleasure rather view, 

 It grows not for itself, but you.'' " 



NOTES ON " TRAFALGAR. 



It is well known that at the battle of Trafalgar 

 Lord Nelson's officers entertained great fears for 

 the safety of their commander, who had evidently 

 made up his mind to die in the arms of Victory. 

 Mr. Beattle, the surgeon, persisted in his deter- 

 mination to communicate this general feeling of 

 anxiety to Nelson ; and waited on deck for the 

 purpose of requesting the Admiral to conceal his 

 stars, which would render him too conspicuous a 

 mai'k for the rifles of the enemy. The oppor- 

 tunity, however, for this hopeless remonstrance 

 never arrived ; an order from Nelson, that all 

 officers not stationed on deck should return to 

 their " quarters," obliging the surgeon to go be- 

 low. That there was any vain or avoidable dis- 

 play of his splendid decorations made by the hero 

 on this occasion has been an entirely erroneous 

 supposition, though one which has received the 

 sanction of Nelson's biographers. The orders 



