entering the wild waste, underneath a
rude painting of a weary traveller in a storm, had the following rude
couplet:

"Before the wild moor you venture to pass,
Pray step within and take a glass."

The attempt at poetry on the reverse side, below a highly-coloured daub
representing a Christmas fire on the hearth, surrounded by a goodly band of
jolly fellows, read thus:

"Now that the bleak moor you've safely got over,
Do stop a while, your spirits to recover."

Over the door of a spirit and beer shop at the lower end of Market or High
Street, Plymouth, may be seen the following very salutary aid disinterested
piece of advice. It is printed in the triangle formed by the spread of a
gigantic pair of compasses, which gives name to the house:

"Keep within compass,
And then you'll be sure,
To avoid many troubles,
That others endure."

The house is located near the quay; and it is devoutly to be wished that
the jolly tars of the neighbourhood, who make it a constant place of
resort, would profit by its wise counsel.

H. H. H.

There is (or was some two or three years since) at Coopersale, in Essex, a
sign-board in front of the "Queen Victoria" (only a beer-house by the way),
with these lines:

"The Queen some day,
May pass this way,
And see our Tom and Jerry;
Perhaps she'll stop,
And stand a drop,
To make her subjects merry."

On the other side are some different lines, which I forget.

ALEXANDER ANDREWS.

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1. At Overseal, Leicestershire:

"Robin Hood is
Dead and gone:
Pray call, and drink
With Little John."

2. The sign of "The Bee Hive," in Birmingham and other places:

"Within this Hive, we're all alive,
Good liquor makes us funny:
If you are dry, step in and try,
The flavour of our honey."

3. The sign of "The Gate" (of frequent occurrence):

"The Gate hangs well,
And hinders none;
Refresh and pay,
And travel on."

T. H. KERSLEY, B.A.

Audlem, Nantwich.

In King Street, Norwich, at the sign of "The Waterman," kept by a man who
is a barber, and over whose door is the pole, are these lines:

"Roam not from pole to pole,
But step in here;
Where nought exceeds the shaving,
But the beer."

J. L. S.

There used to be at a small roadside inn, between Wetherby and Borobridge
(Yorkshire), at a place called Ninivy, the following inscription; {628}
whether or not it