book. If so, a careful perusal will show, I think, that the interruption of which the Padre there speaks is only an imaginary one, covering the real conclusion of the book; and that F. W. C.'s MS. really contains the whole work. H. H. GIBBS. St. Dunstan's, Regent's Park. ARMS OF THE MEDICI (3rd S. viii. 170.)---I do not find any reference to the tradition mentioned by A. A. in any book which I have been able to consult. After giving the various accounts of the origin of the palle, Spener (Opus Heraldicum, pars specialis, p. 253), merely says: "Ratio suprema pilæ, quæ Francicis liliis insignis, certior est. Non quod Carolus Magnus A. 773 (uti Forcutulus perhibet) eam dederit. Sed quod Ludovicus XI. vel XII. Petro Mediceo eam concessit. Vid. M. Vulson de la Colombière, Scientia Heroica, c. 9, p. 66. Le Labourer, Origine des Armoiries, n. 31. Menestrier, Véritable Art du Blazon, c. 5, p. 54." I have expanded the references a little. Triers has the following: "Das Frantzösiche Wapen, welches auf der obersten Kugel erscheinet, ist ein Geschencke Ludovici XI. Königs in Franckreich, womit er des Pabsts Leonis X. Bruder, Petrum de Medici, welcher die oberste Magistrats-Person in Florentz, und Anno 1504 gestorben, beehret."-Einleitung zu der Wapen-Künst, p. 730. New Shoreham. J. WOODWARD. not properly speaking a charm, but a prescription for the cure of a drunkard. I have seen it in an old French book of receipts; but stated differently, thus: "Put two or three eels in a sufficient quantity of wine, and leave them in it till they are dead; then give the wine to a person to drink, and he will thenceforth have a disgust for wine." Here is another, considered equally efficacious, and less nauseous to the taste: "Procure some of the liquor which exudes from the vine after being pruned, and mix this with wine, unknown to the person who is to drink it. If he drinks it, he will lose all relish for wine afterwards." The first charm against fleas is common in France, and is thus directed: : "The first time you hear the cuckoo, gather up the earth from beneath your right foot, and scatter it in houses to drive away fleas," F. C. H. SHERIFFS OF OXFORDSHIRE (3rd S. viii. 107.)— "1647. William Cope, Esquire. "1648. quire." ..... Chamberlein, of Bishops' Land, Es See Commons Journal, Dec. 1, 1646; Nov. 17, 1647. EDWARD PEACOCK. DERWENTWATER FAMILY (3rd S. viii. 119.)— J. M'C. B. mentions that in 1846, he met with, in Tasmania, two poor but respectable men, who were said to be lineal male representatives of the Derwentwater family, and he adds that at the time it was proposed in England to restore the title, forfeited in the rebellions of 1715 and 1745, they were urged to return to the mother country, to prosecute their claims. Want of means, however, prevented their doing this. Unless these people are able to prove their descent from Francis Radclyffe, the first Earl of Derwentwater (so created in 1688), they could have no claim to the title of Derwentwater. It is, however, by no means impossible that they may be descended from some of the branches of the Radclyffe family. Such descendants are known to be in existence at the present day, and one of them, Mr. John Radclyffe, is a highly respectable farmer at Stearsley, in the parish of Brandsby, Yorkshire (North Riding), whose family have long occupied the farm on which he resides, under the Cholmeley family. Such of the readers of " N. & Q." as possess a copy of Surtees's History of Durham, or have access to that work, on turning to vol. iii. p. 128, will find the pedigree of Radclyffe of Tunstall and Newton Hansard. On examining it, they will find that William Radclyffe of Ugthorpe, Gent., was eldest son and heir of his father, whom he succeeded Jan. 31st, 1614. To his name, Mr. Surtees has appended this note: "Whose descendant in the sixth degree, William Radclyffe (sometime of Stearsley) was a cottager at Stillington is about four miles from Stearsley. J. F. W. Bradney. JULIA R. BOCKETT. NOLO EPISCOPARI (3rd S. vii. 42, 306, &c.)-See "Amongst the bishops of this house (Emmanuel) Richd R. Holdsworth (often called Oldisworth) was JUXTA TURRIM. THE OLD MAIDS' SONG (3rd S. viii. 116.)-I "We'll petition George the King, We'll petition George the King, We'll petition George the King, That we should die old maidens." I often heard this ballad sung in my boyish says, doleful one, is still fresh in my mind, note Derby. PRINTED GRANTS OF ARMS (3rd S. vi. 126, 198.) "AMICUS PLATO," ETC. (1st S. iii. 389, 464, 484; Miscellaneous. NOTES ON BOOKS, ETC. The Poetical Works of William Cowper. With Notes and If anything could add to the wide and deserved popula- - "True Piety is cheerful as the day," appreciates most fully the purity of his moral and religious and with which he has been favoured, would have so Surrey Archæological Collections relating to the History Messrs. Longman will shortly publish—“Journal and grams, Messrs. Macmillan are about to publish-"An attempt Poetry, Prose, and Sensationalism in Art-Sculpture in Mr. Hotten announces- "History of Signboards from the BOOKS AND ODD VOLUMES LIVES OF THE WARRIORS, by Sir Edward Cust. Part I. Murray, 1865. a Notices to Correspondents. F. C. H. We are quite sure our Correspondent never intended to use the A. N. The Widow of the Wood, 1755, 8vo, is by Benjamin Victor.— J. CLEMENT. The Bowie Knife was named from Col. James Bowie. R. C. Raid, or rade, a hostile incursion,“ properly (says Jamieson) of R. INGLIS. The Table of Contents to C. Goodal's Poems and Transla- GEORGE PRIDEAUX. For the Latin original of the hymn “Jerusalem *** Cases for binding the volumes of "N. & Q.” may be had of the A Reading Case for holding the weekly Nos. of "N. & Q." is now "NOTES AND QUERIES" is published at noon on Friday, and is also "NOTES & QUERIES" is registered for transmission abroad. LONDON, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1865. CONTENTS.-No 194. NOTES: Chaucer's Tabard, 221- Devonshire Household Cashel, Ib.- Fly-leaves-Sir Henry Raeburn -Miracle of Hydrophobia-Wasps-Ariosto's Account Book-Chalker, James Chalmers, D.D.-Campbells of Skeldon, Ayrshire Foreign Territorial Divisions The Guelphs and Gibellins authoritatively on the subject; but I think I may safely assert that the range of timber buildings facing the visitor as he stands with his back to the High Street is older than the year 1628. The external gallery and staircase belong to an earlier period. Mr. William Garford and Mr. William Chafey, according to the Parliamentary Return, built their new inn of brick, for by the time of Charles I. that had become the ordinary material ancient part of the Talbot is constructed of wood, for London houses; but, as I have said, the most after the fashion of the Plantagenet and Tudor reigns. Then we are told that, if any of the old Chaucerian Tabard remained after the rebuilding of 1628, it was 66 probably burned in 1676.” It is true that in that year Southwark was visited by a fire of great magnitude, in which, unquestionAu- ably, a portion of the Tabard was destroyed. The building at the back of the yard, however, could hardly have been included in the destruction, for assuredly that style of domestic architecture had utterly passed away by the time of Charles II., and the structure now remaining must therefore be referred to an antecedent age. The house over the gateway, which contains the existing inn, was very probably built after the fire of 1676, and no assertion of antiquity is made on its behalf. But the timber building-though possibly that too was partially reconstructed in the alterations and additions made, according to Speght, by "Master J. Preston," toward the close of Elizabeth's reignseems to be veritably connected with Chaucer's era, and is therefore a legitimate object of regard to students of old English literature. Bishop Hall's Clock-Heraldic-Jacob's Blessing on Porch Superstition Civic Companies of Brussels - Ra- Notes. CHAUCER'S TABARD. With reference to the threatened demolition of the old Tabard, or Talbot, Inn, at Southwark, and the appeal that has been made for its preservation, I observe in a local paper, the South London Chronicle, a paragraph in which the antiquity of the building is called in question: "A Parliamentary Return of the date of 1634," says the writer," mentions the inn called the Talbut, a newe building of brick, built upon an old foundation, about six yeares past, by Mr. William Garford, landlord thereof, and Mr. William Chafey'; and what (if any) of the ancient Tabard remained then in existence was probably burned in 1676. To dedicate the Talbot Inn to the memory of Chaucer would be to preserve a building of which scarcely a brick has come down to us from Chaucer's time." Can any of your readers throw additional light not be as well if some architect, skilled in the on this very interesting question? And would it archæology of his craft, were to examine the old building, and give us the result of his observations? The inn is to be pulled down in about two years from the present time, that warehouses may be erected on its site. Such a fate would be regrettable; and I appeal to the literary men and antiquaries of England to avert it, if possible. EDMUND OLLIER. Perhaps the following, which appears in the columns of the London Review of August 26, may be worth preserving in the columns of The writer of this paragraph is clearly mistaken in his inferences. The building that was erected in 1628 was obviously the house over the gate-"N. & Q.": way facing the High Street, and stretching some way down the yard to the right and left. It could not have been the building at the back of the yard-that which contains what is called "The Pilgrims' Room"-because the latter is not built of brick, but of timber. This is the part of the house which is generally supposed to be in some measure the same as the famous inn to which Chaucer referred. I am not qualified to speak : "THE SIGN OF FIVE CENTURIES.-The last number of All the Year Round contains an article from which we learn that the Tabard, or Talbot Inn, at Southwark, celebrated as the scene of the introduction to Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, is to be pulled down in about two years, at the expiration of the existing lease, in order that a pile of warehouses' may be built on the site. This is sad news for all lovers of early English literature-indeed for all who love to preserve our few remaining relics of old times and half-forgotten manners The writer asks: Will the literary men and the antiquarians of England suffer such a loss, without at least making an effort to avert it? There is time enough for the attempt, and time in itself is a great auxiliary. We have saved Shakespeare's house at Stratford, let us do our best to save Chaucer's house at Southwark. Unquestionably it will be a disgrace to the country, if the old Tabard is destroyed without some more urgent necessity than the building of a pile of warehouses. According to the same article, the White Hart, close to the Tabard a house mentioned in Shakspeare's Henry VI., and famous as the scene of the first introduction of Sam Weller to Mr. Pickwick --has been demolished within the last few weeks. We have recently lost many of these curious old buildings, and we can hardly afford to part with the most interesting of all." I may add that, as the lease of the old Tabard was sold by auction on the 9th of June last at Garraway's Coffee House, 'Change Alley, Cornhill, by Messrs. Rushworth, Jarvis, & Abbott, of Saville Row, Regent Street and Change Alley, Cornhill, it is to be feared that we shall lose this old relic; but I think, before it is taken down, the Corporation should have a model taken and have it preserved in the Guildhall Library. It may also be worth noting that the building materials of the old Spread Eagle Inn, in Gracechurch Street, were sold by auction on the 29th ultimo, and the workmen have commenced pulling it down; but it is to be hoped that a photograph has been taken, or some drawing preserved of this inn, which was I believe one of the oldest in London. A. H. DEVONSHIRE HOUSEHOLD TALES.-No. II. III. JACK HANNAFORD. There was an old soldier, who had been long in the wars-so long that he was quite out at elbows, and he did not know where to go to find a living. So he walked up moors, down glens, till at last he came to a farm from which the good man had gone away to market. The wife of the farmer was a very foolish woman; the farmer was foolish enough too, and it is hard to say which of the two was the most foolish. When you've heard my tale, then you may decide. Now, before the farmer goes to market says he to his wife, "Here is ten pound all in gold, take care of it till I come home." If the man had not been a fool he would never have given the money to his wife to keep. Well, he went off in his cart to market, and the wife said to herself "I will keep the ten pound quite safe from thieves;" so she tied it up in a rag, and she put the rag up the parlour chimney. "There!" said she, "no thieves will ever find it now, that is quite sure." Jack Hannaford, the old soldier, came and rapped at the door. "Who is there?" asked the wife. "Jack Hannaford." "Yes, he did," replied Jack Hannaford; "he said that he was out of leather, and his pockets were empty; so you was to send him a few shillings to buy a fresh stock of leather." "He shall have them, bless his poor soul!" And away went the wife to the parlour chimney, and she pulled the rag with the ten pounds in it from the chimney, and she gave the whole of the sum to the soldier, telling him that her old man was to use as much as he wanted, and to send back the rest. It was not long that Jack waited after he had received the money. He went off as fast as he could walk. Presently the farmer came home and asked for his money. The wife told him that she had sent it by a soldier to her former husband in Paradise to buy him leather for cobbling the shoes of the saints and angels of heaven. The farmer was very angry, and he swore that he had never met with such a fool as his wife. But the wife said that her husband was a greater fool for letting her have the money. There was no time to waste words; so the farmer mounted his horse, and rode after Jack Hannaford. The old soldier heard the horse-hoofs clattering on the road behind him, so he knew it must be the farmer pursuing him. He lay down on the ground, and shading his eyes with one hand, looked up into the sky, and pointed heavenwards with the other hand. "What are you about there?" asked the farmer, pulling up. "Lord save you!" exclaimed Jack, "I've seen a rare sight!" "What was that?" "A man going straight up into the sky, as if he were walking on a road!" "Can you see him still?" "I can." "Where?" "Get off your horse, and lie down." "I cannot see him," said the farmer. "Shade your eyes with your hand, and you'll soon see a man flying away from you.' Sure enough he did so; for Jack leaped on the horse, and rode away with it. The farmer walked home without his horse. |