na._"--To your list of desirable reprints, I beg to add the very
amusing work under this title, and originally published in four small {301}
volumes about fifty years since, and now become scarce. Additions and
corrections would add to the value and interest of a work which preserves
many curious traits of past times and of Oxford Dons.
ALPHA.
_An Epigram falsely ascribed to George Herbert._--The recent editors of
George Herbert have printed as his, among his Latin poems, the last two
lines of the 76th epigram of Martial's eighth book:
"Vero verius ergo quid sit, audi:
Verum, Gallice, non libenter audis."
J. E. B. MAYOR.
_Ingulph: Bohn's "Antiquarian Library."_--Will you kindly allow me to avail
myself of your columns to correct an error in my translation of "Ingulph,"
in Bohn's _Antiquarian Library_? In the note to page 2, the Abbey of
_Bardney,_ in Lincolnshire, is confounded with _Partney,_ which was one of
its cells. The mistake was not observed till, unfortunately, the sheet had
been printed; and it was accidentally omitted among the _errata_. My
authority had, I rather think, been misled by Camden.
HENRY T. RILEY.
31. St. Peter's Square, Hammersmith.
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Queries.
QUOTATIONS WANTED.
"Quid levius calamo? Pulvis. Quid pulvere? Ventus.
Quid vento? Meretrix. Quid meretrice? Nihil."
"What is lighter than a feather?
Dust. The wind more light than either.
What is lighter than the wind?
Airy, fickle, womankind.
What than womankind is lighter?
Nothing, nothing--but the writer."
X. Y.
"The knights are dust,
Their good swords are rust,
Their souls are with the saint, we trust."
C. M. O'CAOIMH.
"Circles are prized, not that abound
In greatness, but the exactly round.
Thus men are honoured, who excel,
Not in high state, but doing well."
G. C. H.
"Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks to rivers, rivers run to seas."
S.
"The clanging trumpet sounds to arms,
And calls me forth to battle:
Our banners float 'midst war's alarms,
The signal cannons rattle."
T. W.
"Of whose omniscient and all-spreading love,
Aught to implore were impotence of mind."
Q.
"He no longer shall dwell
Upon that dirty ball,
But to heaven shall come,
And make punch for us all."
A SEPTUAGENARIAN.
"Sometimes, indeed, an acre's breadth half green,
And half strewed o'er with rubbi
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