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NOTES AND QUERIES. 
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Roland Monoux.—I have in my possession a 
brass monumental plate, said to have been taken 
from some church in Middlesex, and bearing the 
following lines, engraved in black letter : — 
“ Behold what droupinge Dethe maye doe, consume 
y° corse to duste, 
What Dethe maie not shall lyue for aye, in spite of 
Dethe his luste ; 
Thoughe Rouland Monoux shrowdeth here, yet 
Rouland Monoux lives, 
His helpynge hand to nedys want, a fame for ever 
geves; 
Hys worde and dede was ever one, his credyth never 
quaylde, 
His zeall’ to Christ was stronge, tyll’ dethe w*® latest 
pang€é asaylde. 
Twyse thre and one he Children had, two sones, one 
kepes his name. 
And dowghters fyve for home he carde, yt lyve in 
honest fame. 
What booteth more, as he be kynde dyd come of 
Jentyll race, 
So Rouland Monoux good Desert@ this graye can 
not Deface.” 
(N. B. € is the contraction for es.) 
I should be obliged to any of your readers for 
some account of this Rouland Monoux, and when 
he died. I may also add, that I should be very 
willing to restore the brass to its original site, did 
I know the spot from whence it has been sacri- 
legiously torn. mM. 
Wessel Cup Hymn.—The following Wassail 
Song is taken from a little chap-book printed at 
Manchester, called A Selection of Christmas Hymns. 
It is obviously a corrupted version of a much older 
song : — 
“ Here we come a wesseling, 
Among the leaves so green, 
Here we come a wandering, 
So fair to be seen. 
“ Cho. — Love and joy come to you, 
And to your wessel too, 
And God send you a happy new year, 
A new year, 
And God send you a happy new year. 
Our wessel cup is made of the rosemary tree, 
So is your beer of the best barley. 
« We are not daily beggars, 
That beg from door to door, 
But we are neighbours’ children, 
Whom you have seen before. 
** Call up the butler of this house, 
Put on his golden ring, 
Let him bring us up a glass of beer, 
And the better we shall sing. 
“ We have got a little purse, 
Made of stretching Jeather skin, 
We want a little of your money, 
To line it well within, 
“ Bring us out a table, 
And spread it with a cloth, 
Bring us out a mouldy cheese, 
And some of your Christmas loaf, 
“ God bless the master of this house, 
Likewise the mistress too, 
And all the little children, 
That round the table go. 
“ Good master and mistress, 
While you’r sitting by the fire, 
Pray think of us poor children, 
Who are wand’ring in the mire. 
“ Cho.— Love and joy come to you, 
And to your wessel too, 
And God send you a happy new year. 
A new year, 
And God send you a happy new year. 
Qur wessel cup is made of the rosemary tree, 
So is your beer of the best barley.” 
It is a song of the season which well deserves to 
be preserved. Its insertion will at least have 
that effect, and may be the means of our discover- 
ing an earlier and purer text. 
AmsBrosr Merron. 
Portrait of Charles I.—In Sir Henry Ellis’s 
Original Letters, 2d series, vol. iii. p. 254., amongst 
the prefatory matter to the reign of Charles L, 
there is notice of a sermon, entitled “The Sub- 
ject’s Sorrow, or Lamentations upon the Death of 
Britaine’s Josiah, King Charles.” 
Sir Henry Ellis says it is expressly stated, in 
this sermon, that the King himself desired “that 
unto his Golden Manual might be prefixed his 
representatjon, kneeling ; contemning a temporal 
crown, holding our blessed Saviour’s crown of 
thorns, and aspiring unto an eternal crown of 
happiness.” 
Note b. upon this passave is as follows: — 
“ This very portrait of King Charles the First, en- 
graved by Marshall, adorned the original edition of the 
Eixay BaotAiwh. 8vo. 1648. The same portrait, as 
large as life, in oil painting, was afterwards put up in 
many of our churches.” 
When I was a boy, such a portrait, in oil paint- 
ing, hung upon the south wall of the body of 
St. Michael’s Church, Cambridge, between’ the 
pulpit and a small door to the west, leading into 
the south aisle. 
Out of the window of the chamber in which the 
King was kneeling was represented a storm at 
sea, fand a ship being driven by it upon some 
rocks, 
A few years ago, upon visiting Cambridge, I 
went purposely to St. Michael’s Church to see this 
picture, which had been so familiar to me in my 
boyhood. The clerk told me it had been taken 
down, and was in the vestry. In the vestry I 
found it, on its side, on the floor against the wall. 
