io6 NATURE NOTES. 
Caunlerbury the dayes and yeares above wryten. God save 
the quene.” 
I suspect that the last words must have been inserted to 
conciliate Queen Elizabeth, who probably regarded the family 
with suspicion. 
Sir Thomas had a son called Richard, who married Ellen 
Kerton. He was succeeded by his son John, who migrated to 
Swan Hall, near Witney. He died 1623, and is buried at 
Cogges, near Witney. He was succeeded by his son, Sir 
Samson, who married Mary Soper. At this point Mr. Bell’s 
pedigree of the White family begins. 
In Plot’s Natural History of Oxfordshire the arms always 
borne by the White family appear in the frontispiece, among 
those of other county families. The text, “ We trust to see 
3'e goodness of God in ye land of life,” seems to have beefi a 
favourite one with the White family. It appears on another of 
the family monuments in South Warnborough Church. 
Stamford. 
WILD LIFE IN TASMANIA. 
HI. 
NDER the benign rays of the early spring sunshine 
all dormant nature seems this afternoon to be waking 
into active life once more. The blades of grass are 
losing their feeble downtrodden appearance, and are 
beginning to shoot upwards as if infused with fresh vigour ; 
the young gums and wattles and ti-tree are putting forth new 
and tender shoots, while from the dark mass of sombre myrtles 
and lighter sassafras in the gully comes the soft coo of the wild 
pigeon. Let us take a quiet walk to the back of our little 
clearing, and try to make the acquaintance of such of Nature’s 
children as shall chance to fall within our ken. 
Here, lying within a yard of the rough deadwood fence, from 
under which it has probably crawled, is a large fat lizard with 
a short rounded tail. It is one of the stump-tailed species, and 
is so drowsy and lethargic after its long hybernating sleep that 
it takes no notice of our approach, nor indeed shows any signs 
of lile whatever. We can detect no motion as of breathing in 
the throat or sides, and the body is of a death-like coldness 
to the touch. We give him a poke in the ribs with a small 
stick, and at this indignity he slowly, very slowly, raises and 
partly turns his heavy head, and hisses at us. Then, as if the 
effort had been more than exhausted nature could bear, his head 
sinks slowly back to its former position ; and so we leave him, 
to drink in the warm rays which he loves, for he is a harmless 
creature, and altliough ruthlessly massacred when met with by 
