e Templars, with whom
the abovementioned ladies were great favourites, became, by this accident,
so confirmed in their suspicions, that they united to damn the piece, and
even extended their resentment to every thing which was suspected to be
this author's, for a considerable time after."

P.T.W.

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_Heroic Women._--Browella _heide_ or _heath_, is a plain in the province
of Smaland, in Sweden, celebrated for being the place where the Danes were
totally routed by the heroine, Blenda, who commanded the Smaland women, in
defence of their husbands, who were engaged in another expedition. As a
recompense for their bravery, the women of Smaland were honoured with
extraordinary privileges, and wore a kind of martial head-dress; and they
have still an equal share of inheritance with the men.

P.T.W.

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_Ancient Roundelaye for Foure Personnes._

1st. Sing we the goodfellowes roundelaye,
And I the cittern will blithele playe.
2nd. I'll sing tenor.
3rd. The treble for me.
1st. And what shalle the bass of our music be?
4th. The wintry winde as it rushes and roars
At the windowes and roofe, and the welle fast'ned doore.
2nd. But the wine and the sack, and the canary are bright,
They're the good fellowes starres that shine out thro' the nighte.
You're a knave if you quit them till morning.
1st. to 2nd. You're a knave.
4th. to 3rd. You're a knave.
3rd. to 1st. You're a knave.
_Omnes._ He's a knave who forsakes them till morn.

P.S. The point of this song consists in each singer being called a knave
in turn.

M.L.E.

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_Ecstacy of Michael Angelo._--When the bronze gates of the baptistry of
the church of Florence were produced, Michael Angelo cried out with
emotion, at the sight of them, "that they deserved to be the gates of
Paradise." Casts of these gates may be seen in the Royal Academy, London.

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_Power of Knowledge over Brute Force._--There is a popular story, that a
student from Oxford was attacked by a wild boar, which issued from the
adjoining forest of Shotover, when he escaped by cramming down the throat
of the brute, a volume of Aristotle.

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