May 7. 1853.] 



NOTES AND QUERIES. 



457 



youth's fate, been the first to make use of for bio- 

 graphical purposes. 



It is still my conviction that at some time or 

 other an association for such purposes will be 

 formed, and I must again earnestly entreat those 

 persons whose position would command assistance, 

 and whose learning and opportunities would aid 

 the cause I am advocating, to give some sign of 

 their favourable intention toward such a scheme. 

 I must once more place this very important matter 

 before the eyes of the public; I trust that my 

 appeal may not be in vain. 



See how in other cases, when something offers 

 itself promising amusement and instruction, so- 

 cieties can be formed and spring into life and ac- 

 tivity at once. For instance, I might adduce the 

 beautiful and useful processes of photography; 

 within the short space of a few months the art has 

 been brought to a high degree of excellence : a 

 Photographical Institxite is, I believe, now in active 

 working, there is a photographical journal, besides 

 the Continued and unwearying co-operation of 

 " N. & Q." itself. Why may not historical docu- 

 ments have something of the same sort ? For a 

 slight sum (but a few shillings a year), if the 

 reading public were willing, such a society might 

 be founded, and many invaluable documents of 

 every description placed where they would be 

 available for the historian, for the archaeologist, 

 for the editor, and for the general inquirer. 



Let me hope that something may be proposed ; 

 I have myself hunted through dusty MS. folios, 

 quartos, duodecimos innumerable, and my investi- 

 gations have not been wholly useless. 



If there be any who look with a favourable eye 

 upon these hints, I shall be glad to hear from 

 them. Kenneth R. H. Mackenzie. 



68. Mortimer Street. 



"the whippiad." 

 (Vol. vii., pp. 393. 417.) 



Perhaps a few lines from a fellow-collegian of 

 Reginald Heber, during his last years of resi- 

 dence at Brazenoze College, may throw light on 

 this discussion. 



My cotemporary MS. copy of The Whippiad 

 contains Heber's ovm notes, additional ones by 

 myself, explanatory of places and persons men- 

 tioned, autographs of the latter, and Blackwood's 

 Srinted copy (the subject of inquiry), No. 333., 

 uly, 1843. 



The notes subjoined to Blackwood's printed copy 

 are Heber s notes, varying only from my MS. copy 

 in immaterial points. 



As to the epigram mentioned in p. 417., the two 

 first stanzas were by Heber, and written (as I 

 think) after his election to All Souls. The third 

 was attributed to Mr. Wilson, the learned High 

 Master of Clithero School. 



Very many jeiix cfesprit by Heber, relative to 

 convivialities and passing events in Brazenoze 

 and All Souls, live in the memory and MSS. of 

 his surviving friends ; but their amiable author 

 would doubtless have wished them to be forgot- 

 ten, with the subjects to which they related. The 

 forbearance of Mr. Halliwell made him vainly 

 anxious for the suppression of The Whippiad. 



I subjoin from Heber's autograph a Song for a 

 Bow Meeting, near St. Asaph, in or about 1808. 

 It has an airy freshness, and is (as I believe) un- 

 published. Lancastriensis. 

 I. 

 The Soldier loves the laurel bright, 



The Bard the myrtle bough, 

 And smooth shillalas yield delight 



To many an Irish brow. 

 The Fisher trims the hazel wand, 



The Crab may tame a shrew, 

 The Birch becomes the pedant's hand, 

 But Bows are made of yew. 



chorus. 

 The yew, the yew, the hardy yew ! 

 Still greenly may it grow. 

 And health and fun 

 Have every one 

 That loves the British Bow. 

 II. 

 'Tis sweet to sit by Beauty's side 

 Beneath the hawthorn shade ; 

 But Beauty is more beautiful 

 In green and buff array'd. 

 More radiant are her laughing eyes, 



Her cheeks of ruddier glow, 

 As, hoping for the envied prize, 

 She twangs the Cambrian bow. 



The yew, the yew, &c. 

 III. 

 The Fop may curl his Brutus wig. 



And sandy whiskers stain. 

 And fold his cravat broad and big ; 



But all his arts are vain. 

 His nankeen trowsers we despise, 



Unfit for rain or dew. 

 And, pinch'd in stays, he vainly tries 



His strength against the yew. 



The yew, the yew, &c. 



IV. 



The heiress, once, of Bowdale Hall, 



A lovely lass, I knew — 

 A Dandy paid his morning call. 



All dizen'd out to woo. 

 I heard his suit the Coxcomb ply ; 



I heard her answer — " No ;" 

 A true love knot he ne'er could tie, 



Who could not bend a bow. 



The yew, the yew, &c. 



