Feb. 18. 1854.] 



NOTES AND QUERIES. 



153 



Then turn your eyes on the other hand, 

 As pleasing views you may command. 

 For thirty miles or more, they say, 

 The country round you may survey, 

 When the air 's serene and clear the day, 

 There is a cave near to its top, 

 Vulgarly call'd the Cobbler's Shop, 

 By Nature form'd out of the rock, 

 And able to withstand a shock. 

 On the north side there is a well, 

 Relating which this Fame doth tell : 

 Prince Oswy had his nativity 

 Computed by astrology, 

 That he unnatural death should die. 

 His mother to this well did fly 

 To save him from sad destiny ; 

 But one day sleeping in the shade, 

 Supposing all secure was made, 

 Lo ! sorrow soon gave place to joy ; 

 This well sprung up anddrown'd the boy." 



It is confidently stated, in the neighbourhood 

 of Osmotherley and Roseberry, that Prince Oswy 

 and his mother were both interred at Osmotherley, 

 from whence comes the name of the place, Os-by- 

 his-mother-lay, or Osmotherley. Thomas Gill. 



Easingwold. 



ECHO POETRY. 



(Vol. ix., p. 51.) 



As another and historically-interesting specimen 

 of echo poetry, perhaps the readers of " N. & Q." 

 may not dislike to see preserved in your pages the 

 following translation from the French. The ori- 

 ginal publication, it is said, exposed the bookseller, 

 Palm of Nuremberg, to trial by court-martial. He 

 was sentenced to be shot at Braunau in 1807 — a 

 severe retribution for a few lines of echo poetry. 

 It is entitled 



" Bonaparte and the Echo. 



Bon. Alone, I am in this ssquestered spot not over- 

 beard. 



Echo. Heard! 



Bon. 'Sdeath ! Who answers me ? What being is there 

 nigh? 



Echo. I. 



Bon. Now I guess ! To report my accents Echo lias 

 made her task. 



Echo. Ask. 



Bon. Knowest thou whether London will henceforth 

 continue to resist ? 



Echo. Resist. 



Bon. Whether Vienna and other Courts will oppose 

 me always ? 



Echo. Always. 



Bon. O, Heaven ! what must I expect after so many 

 reverses ? 



Echo. Reverses. 



Bon. What? should I, like a coward vile, to com- 

 pound be reduced? 



Echo. Reduced. 



Bon. After so many bright exploits be forced to resti- 

 tution ? 



Echo. Restitution. 



Bon. Restitution of what I've got by true heroic feats 

 and martial address ? 



Echo. Yes. . 



Bon. What will be the fate of so much toil and trouble? 



Echo. Trouble. 



Bon. What will become of my people, already too un- 

 happy ? 



Echo. Happy. 



Bon. What should I then be, that I think myself im- 

 mortal ? 



Echo. Mortal. 



Bon. The whole world is filled with the glory of my 

 name, you know. 



Echo. No. 



Bon. Formerly its fame struck this vast globe with 

 terror. 



Echo. Error. 



Bon. Sad Echo, begone ! I grow infuriate ! I die ! 



Echo. Die!" 



It may be added that Napoleon himself ( Voice 

 from St. Helena, vol. i. p. 432.), when asked about 

 the execution of Palm, said : 



" All that I recollect is, that Palm was arrested by 

 order of Davoust, I believe, tried, condemned, and 

 shot, for having, while the country was in possession of 

 the French and under military occupation, not only- 

 excited rebellion amongst the inhabitants, and urged 

 them to rise and massacre the soldiers, but also at- 

 tempted to instigate the soldiers themselves to refuse 

 obedience to their orders, and to mutiny against their 

 generals. / believe that he met with a fair trial." 



Jas. J. Scott. 



Hampstead. 



BLACKGUARD. 



(Vol. ix., p. 15.) 



In a curious old pamphlet of twenty-three pages, 

 entitled Everybody's Business is Nobody s Busi- 

 ness answered Paragraph by Paragraph, by a 

 Committee of Women -Servants and Footmen, 

 London, printed by T. Read for the author, and 

 sold by the booksellers of London, and . . . price 

 one penny (without date), the following passage 

 occurs : 



" The next great Abuse among us is, that under the 

 Notion of cleaning our Shoes, above ten Thousand 

 Wicked, Idle, Pilfering Vagrants are permitted to 

 stroll about our City and Suburbs. These are called 

 the Black- Guard, who Black your Honour's Shoes, and 

 incorporate themselves under the Title of the Worship- 

 ful Company of Japanners. But the Subject is so low- 

 that it becomes disagreeable even to myself; give me 

 leave therefore to propose a Way to clear the streets 

 of those Vermin, and to substitute as many honest 

 and industrious persons in their stead, who are now 

 starving for want of bread, while these execrable vil- 



