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NOTES AND QUERIES. 



[Dec. 22. 1855. 



Lincoln. Mr. Bunyan was, to a great extent, the archi- 

 tect of his own fortune ; and he has died possessed of con- 

 siderable wealth, and a character for sterling honesty and 

 iron firmness of purpose. It may not be known to many 

 of our readers, that Mr. Bunyan was the last male de- 

 scendant, in a direct line, from the famous John Bunyan, 

 the author of The Pilgrim's Progress, S'c. This celebrated 

 man married his first wife, Mary, in 1646, and by her had 

 issue : Thomas, the eldest son, born 1646, died 1718 ; his 

 eldest son, John, was born 1670, and married in 1 692, having 

 issue, Robert, the eldest son, born 1693, married 1713. 

 Robert (1st) had five children : John, the eldest, died soon 

 after birth ; and the second son, Robert, was born 1715, 

 and died in 1794. Robert (2nd) had issue: Susannah, 

 born 1743, died 1771 ; Robert (8rd), born 1745, died 1825 ; 

 Henry, born 1748, died at Lincoln 1813 ; John, who died 

 at Nottingham; and Samuel, who died at Wisbech. 

 Robert (3rd) had issue: Elizabeth Bunyan, born 1769, 

 died 1800. Robert (4th), born 1775, and now dead; 

 Susannah, born 1773, died 1839. The late Mr. Bunyan 

 had only one child, Elizabeth ; who is the wife of our 

 respected neighbour, T. M. Keyworth, Esq. Our sub- 

 scribers cannot do better than copy the above pedigree 

 upon the blank leaf of their Pilgrim's Progress, as we can 

 vouch for the authenticity of the document." 



CUTHBEET BeDE. 



[Having always some doubt of the accuracy of ge- 

 nealogical cuttings from newspapers, we submitted the 

 above to John Bunyan's last editor, Geokge Offor, 

 Esq., who has favoured us with the following remarks : — 

 " My worthy friend Mr. Cresswell has made indefatigable 

 exertions to obtain a correct pedigree of the venerable 

 Bunyan. The result of his researches confirms in every 

 respect that given by Cuthbert Bede. The late Robert 

 Bunyan, Esq., with whom I had a very friendly and in- 

 teresting correspondence, possessed a Bible given by the 

 great John Bunyan to his son, with many entries of the 

 births and deaths of his descendants. It has on the fly- 

 leaf the following inscription : ' Chas. Robinson, Welford, 

 CO. Notts., a maternal grandson of the Robert Bunyan 

 who was born a.d. 1745, and died at Lincoln, 1825, in the 

 eightieth year of his age. The gift, in 1839, of my uncle 

 Robert Bunyan, of Lincoln, only son of the above, and 

 born A.D. 1775 at Lincoln.' Mr. Robinson died in 1852, 

 and the Bible, with sundry other reliques of the venerable 

 Bunyan, were bought for me, and will, I trust, after my 

 decease, be deposited in some safe museum properly open 

 to the public. The late Mr. R. Bunyan left a daughter, 

 the wife of T. M. Keyworth, Esq., who has three chil- 

 dren. — George Offor."] 



Parallel Passage. — 



" Dog won't eat dog." — Old Saying. 



" . . . . parcit 

 Cognatia maculis similis fera." — Juvenal. 



•■' The hunting tribes of air and earth 



Respect the brethren of their birth ; 



* * * * * * * 



E'en tiger fell, and sullen bear. 



Their likeness and their lineage spare." 



Sir Walter Scott's Rokeby, 

 N. L. T 



A lapsed Pun. — Among all the witticisms that 

 were made on the University of London (Univer- 

 sity College), when it was founded, with reference 

 to the separation of religious and secular educa- 

 tion, which so many pronounced an infidel prin- 

 ciple, I never remember to have seen it remarked 



No. 321.] 



— and it is a remark that must be seen and not 

 heard — that the building was in Giaour Street. 

 Can any of your readers prove, by reference, that 

 this apparently obvious play on words was ever 

 printed ? M. 



eaucrtfiS. 



BALLAD OF LORD DERWENTWATER. 



Can you or any of your readers give a correct 

 and complete copy of this ballad ? I enclose the 

 time also. I learned it some forty-five years ago 

 from an old gentleman, who in his youth, some- 

 where about 1773, got it by heart from hearing 

 an old washerwoman sing it while she was busy at 

 the wash-tub. It is evidently a contemporary 

 production, and the old woman was doubtless one 

 of the original hearers of the ballad when pub- 

 lished soon after 1745, in the rebellion of which 

 yeq,r ]\Ir. Ratcliffe (the titular Earl of Derwent- 

 water) took part, and was therefore beheaded. It 

 might form, perhaps, an Interesting article in one 

 of your Numbers, if, as I suppose, it is a scarce 

 production. No Jacobite. 



" The king he Avrote a love-letter, 

 And he sealed it up with gold. 

 And he sent it to Lord Derwentwater, 

 For to read it if he could. 



" The first two lines that he did read, 

 They made him for to smile ; 

 But the next two lines he looked upon, 

 Made the tears from his eyes to fall. 



" ' Oh ! ' then cried out his lady fair. 

 As she in child-bed lay, 

 ' Make your will, make your will. Lord Derwentwater, 

 Before that you go away,' 



" ' Then here's for thee my lady fair, 



A thousand pounds of beaten gold. 

 To lead you a lady's life.' 



ti 



his milk-white steed. 

 The ring dropt from his little finger,*^ 

 And his nose it began to bleed. 



" He rode, and he rode, and he rode along, 

 Till he came to Westminster Hall, 

 Where all the lords of England's court, 

 A traitor did him call. 

 " ' Oh ! Avhy am I a traitor ? ' said he, 

 ' Indeed I am no such thing, 

 I have fought the battles valiantly, 

 Of James f, our noble king.' 

 " then stood up an old gray-headed man, 

 With a poleaxe in his hand ; 

 ' 'Tis your head, 'tis your head, Lord Derwentwater, 

 'Tis* your head that I demand.' 

 <( ... 



His eyes with weeping sore. 

 He laid his head upon the block, 

 And words spake never more." 



* These were evil omens, 

 t The Pretender. 



