one just described. We are told that on this particular day in the year of
grace 1656, when he visited the city of Bristol, rain was falling, and the
roads were deep with mud, but neither mud nor rain could check the ardour
of himself and disciples, and they sang hymns of praise. They first wended
their steps to the High Cross, and then to the White Hart, Broad Street,
where a couple of Quakers were staying. The local magistrates were soon on
the alert, and had the party apprehended and cast into prison. After being
examined by Bristol magistrates, Nayler and his followers were sent to
London to be examined before Parliament. His examination and the debate on
it occupied many days, and the members finally resolved "that James
Nayler was guilty of horrid blasphemy, and that he was a grand impostor
and seducer of the people"; and his sentence was, "that he should be set
on the pillory, in the Palace Yard, Westminster, during the space of two
hours, on Thursday next, and be whipped by the hangman through the streets
from Westminster to the Old Exchange, London; and there, likewise, he
should be set on the pillory, with his head in the pillory, for the space
of two hours, between the hours of eleven and one, on Saturday next, in
each place wearing a paper containing an inscription of his crimes; and
that at the Old Exchange his tongue should be bored through with a hot
iron, and that he should be there also stigmatised in the forehead with
the letter B; and that he should be afterwards sent to Bristol, to be
conveyed in and through the city on horseback, with his face backwards,
and there also should be whipped the next market-day after he came
thither; and that thence he should be committed to prison in Bridewell,
London, and there be restrained from the society of all people, and there
to labour hard till he should be released by Parliament; and during that
time he should be debarred the use of pen, ink, and paper, and he should
have no relief but what he earned by his daily labour." This terrible
sentence was duly carried out, although Parliament and Cromwell were
petitioned to mitigate the punishment. During his imprisonment he wrote
his recantations in letters addressed to the Quakers. After being confined
for two years he was set at liberty, and repaired to Bristol, and at a
public meeting made a confession of his offence and fall. His address
moved nearly all present to tears. The Quakers once more received him back
to their Society.
His end came in the year 1660. In that year he left London for Wakefield,
but failed to reach it. At Holm, near King's Rippon, Huntingdonshire, one
night he was bound and robbed, and left in a field, where he was found by
a countryman. He was removed to a house at Holm and every attention paid
to him, but he soon died from the results of the rough treatment he had
received at the hands of the highwaymen.
A Biographical Romance.
Swan's Strange Story.
In the olden days the misfortunes of William Swan frequently formed the
topic of conversation amongst friends, who gathered round the fireside in
the homes on the wild wolds of Yorkshire, where he spent some years of his
disappointed life. The full details of his career have been lost in the
lapse of time; never, to our knowledge, have they been committed to paper,
but sufficient particulars may be brought together to prove in his case
the truth of the old saying that "fact is stranger than fiction."
Nearly two centuries ago there was joy in Benwell Hall, near
Newcastle-on-Tyne, the stately mansion of Richard Swan, Esq., the occasion
of the rejoicing being the birth of an heir. The parents dreamed of a
bright future for their boy, and proudly predicted that he would, in a
worthy manner, perpetuate the name and fame of Swan. The happy
expectations of boyhood were not to be realised, for the young heir had
barely reached the age of nine years, when he was kidnapped from his
home, in order that another might inherit the wealth that by kinship
belonged to him. He was quietly shipped on board the "New Britannia" brig,
which formed part of the squadron under command of the famous Sir
Cloudesley Shovel. His position was that of a "powder monkey," and his
chief employment was to bring powder from the magazine to the gunners
during the naval engagements. On the 22nd of October, 1707, the fleet was
wrecked on the Scilly Isles, owing to the Admiral mistaking the rocks for
the sea-coast. No less than eight hundred brave men found a watery grave,
and several vessels were lost. Happily the ship in which Swan sailed
escaped destruction. Ill-fate, however, followed in its wake, for, shortly
afterwards, it was captured by an Algerine corsair, and Swan was sold to
the Moors as a slave. Four weary years were passed in Barbary. He gained
his liberty through the assistance of the Redeeming Friars, a noble body
of men who were the means of freeing thousands of Christians from
captivity. Many benevolent persons left large sums of money for redeeming
their fellow countrymen from bondage, and this money was expended
judiciously through the agency of the Friars.
Swan had not the good fortune to reach his home in safety. He was again
taken prisoner, and sold once more into slavery, this time to an English
planter in South Carolina. Here his sufferings were terrible. He toiled
with negroes from sunrise to sunset, the slave-drivers keeping them busy
at work in the cotton and sugar plantations by means of the lash. Managing
to escape, he landed, after an exile of twenty years, on his native shore
in 1726, and speedily made his way to Newcastle-on-Tyne. His father's
footman, Thomas Chance, and his old nurse, Mrs. Gofton, identified him,
and he at once instituted a claim for the estate of his uncle, Alderman
Swan, Mayor of Hull, who had died and left property yielding an income of
L20,000 a year. His efforts proved unsuccessful, and the deep
disappointment broke his heart, his death occurring in 1736, at the age of
thirty-eight years.
Swan had married a Yorkshire woman called Jane Cole, of North Dalton, near
Driffield, by whom he had a son named William. The widowed mother told her
boy, as soon as he was able to understand, that he was the rightful heir
to vast estates, and encouraged him to persevere to obtain them. The
melancholy fate of her husband was not sufficient to crush her ardent
spirit. A lawyer at Driffield was consulted, and he advised that action be
taken. He undertook to conduct the case without payment until the estates
were obtained, beyond the sums for correspondence, court fees, etc. The
man, however, drained the poor fellow of every penny that he could
procure, and both mother and son denied themselves the necessaries of life
to keep up the constant demands of the solicitor. Months and years passed
without getting any satisfaction. Poor Mrs. Swan at last felt the case to
be hopeless, and the anxious waiting, with its disappointing results,
preyed so on her mind that she fell into ill-health and died. Speaking to
her son before her death, she said: "Oh, William, let this horrid plea
drop. Don't pay that man any more money. I feel that he would skin us both
alive. They are a bad set all these law men." William was young, and like
the majority of young people, hope was firmly fixed in his nature. He not
only devoted all his money to law, but bought a second-hand copy of
"Blackstone's Commentaries," and spent all his leisure time in studying
it, until he was complete master of the work. After the death of his
mother, he gave up house-keeping, and took lodgings with a widow, having
a daughter about twenty-four years of age. They became interested in his
case, and lent him money to carry on his suit. A rich uncle had left the
girl a few hundred pounds. The young couple were brought into sympathy
with each other, which ripened into mutual affection, and in a short time,
with the consent freely given of the mother, they were married. Shortly
after the wedding it transpired that the attorney at Driffield had been
cheating his client, and instead of using the hard-earned money of William
Swan to gain his estates, he had spent it in dissipation, and was a ruined
man.
Swan proceeded to London, and consulted another lawyer. This man advised
an action which swallowed up the wife's small fortune, without getting
them one step nearer obtaining the estate. Trouble after trouble came upon
William. His heart was almost crushed, but he continued the action to the
best of his ability. His wife begged of him to leave law alone, to return
to their Yorkshire home, live by their industry, and give up all thoughts
of the property. He refused to act upon her good advice. He got into debt,
and was committed to the Fleet prison on his inability to pay. Here ill
luck still followed him, for he caught the jail fever. In his sickness his
devoted wife got permission to visit him, and bring him some delicacies.
She, alas, caught the fever, and in a few days died. He recovered, but the
death of his loving helpmate was almost too much for him. She had endured
much for his sake, but never by word or deed showed regret at becoming his
wife. Shortly afterwards a jail delivery enabled him to leave prison. His
illness rendered him so weak that he could hardly walk. He obtained
lodgings in an obscure lane or alley near Chiswell Street, and afterwards
was found dead in bed. It is believed that his remains were buried in a
pauper's grave.
Short Letters.
The shortest letters on record are two exchanged between a couple of
members of the Society of Friends. One of them, wishing to learn if a
correspondent in a distant town had any news to communicate, posted to him
a quarto sheet of paper, on which nothing but a note of interrogation was
written, thus: ? (meaning, "what news?") He received in reply, by next
post, a blank sheet of paper, indicating that there was nothing to relate.
Some of the best of brief letters have been penned by members of the
dramatic profession. The following are good specimens. A tradesman made
application to Mordaunt, the player, for payment of an account, as
follows:--
"Sir,--Your bill having been standing a very long time, I beg to have
it settled forthwith.
Yours, etc.,
J. Thwaites."
Said the comedian in reply:--
"Sir,--When your bill is tired of _standing_, it is welcome to sit
down.
Yours, etc.,
T. H. M."
The next letters passed between Samuel Foote, the famous actor, and his
unfortunate mother:--
"Dear Sam,--I am in prison for debt; come and assist your loving
mother,
E. Foote."
His answer was almost as brief, certainly as pathetic:--
"Dear Mother,--So am I, which prevents his duty being paid to his
loving mother by her affectionate son.
Sam Foote."
"P.S.--I have sent my attorney to assist you; in the meantime let us
hope for better days."
Quin had a misunderstanding with Rich, the manager of Covent Garden
Theatre, which resulted in the former leaving in an unceremonious manner.
He soon regretted the step that he had taken, and wrote to his old friend
and manager:--
"I am at Bath.
Quin."
Rich did not deem such a letter a sufficient apology for his unwarrantable
conduct, and thus replied to it:--
"Stay there and be hanged.
Rich."
The Rev. Sydney Smith, in answer to a friend who had forwarded a letter
asking him to sit for his portrait, to be executed by Landseer, the
gifted painter, whose pictures of dogs made him famous, sent the following
reply:--
"Is thy servant a dog that he should do this thing?"
Genial Charles Lamb wrote an amusing letter to Haydon, the artist, in
answer to an invitation to pay him a visit. The odd address of Haydon was
the cause of the note, which ran as follows:--
"My dear Haydon,--I will come, with pleasure, to 22, Lisson Grove,
North, at Rossi's, half-way up, right hand side, if I can find it.
Yours,
C. Lamb."
"20, Russell Court,
Covent Garden, East,
Half-way up, next the corner,
Left-hand side."
A lady named Morris, of Plymouth, is recorded to have been the first of
her sex to venture under water in a diving bell.
She had wit as well as courage, and wrote to her father a rhyming epistle,
saying:--
"From a belle, my dear father, you've oft had a line,
But not from a bell under water;
Just now I can only assure you I'm thine,
Your diving and dutiful daughter."
Frank Smedley, the author of "Frank Fairleigh," addressed to a lady friend
the following letter in verse:--
"To Mrs. G. H. Virtue."
"Thou better half of Virtue, gentle friend,
Fairly to thee, I, Fairleigh, greeting send;
Frankly I give what frankly you desire;
You thus Frank Fairleigh's autograph acquire.
To make assurance doubly sure, this medley
Of Franks and Fairleighs this I sign--
Frank Smedley."
A famous sporting character, named Captain O'Byrne, laid a wager about
Admiral Payne, and wrote to him as follows:--
"Dear Payne,--Pray, were you bread to the sea?"
The witty Admiral made reply:--
"Dear O'Byrne,--No; but the sea was bread to me."
It is said that King Charles the Second received the following letter:--
"King Charles,--One of your subjects the other night robbed me of L40,
for which I robbed another of the same sum, who has inhumanly sent me
to Newgate, and he vows I shall be hanged; therefore, for your own
sake, save my life, or you will lose one of the best seamen in your
navy.
Jack Skifton."
His Majesty promptly answered the letter:--
"Jack Skifton,--For this time I'll save thee from the gallows, but if
hereafter thou art guilty of the like, I'll have thee hanged, though
the best seaman in my navy.
Charles Rex."
Here is a copy of a quaint letter sent to another king. It was written by
Dr. Schmidt, sacristan of the Cathedral at Berlin, to Frederick of
Prussia:
"Sire,--I acquaint your Majesty, 1st, that they are wanting books of
psalms for the Royal Family. I acquaint your Majesty, 2ndly, that
there wants wood to warm the Royal seats. And I acquaint your Majesty,
3rdly, that the balustrade next the river, behind the church, is
become ruinous.
Schmidt,
Sacristan of the Cathedral."
In reply to the foregoing diverting communication the king wrote:--
"I acquaint Mr. Sacrist Schmidt, 1st, that they who want to sing songs
may buy books. I acquaint Mr. Sacrist Schmidt, 2ndly, that those who
want to be kept warm may buy wood. I acquaint Mr. Sacrist Schmidt,
3rdly, that I shall not trust any longer to the balustrade next to the
river; and I acquaint Mr. Sacrist Schmidt, 4thly, that I will not have
any more correspondence with him.
Frederick."
The following phonographic curiosity is extracted from the _Times_. It was
written by an unsophisticated person to his physician, in Lancashire:--
"Cer yole oblige me uf yole kum and ce me i hev a bad kowld an am hill
in mi bow hills an hev lorst mi happetite.
Roger Trooman."
One Highlander wrote to another the following smart letter:--
"My dear Glengarry,--As soon as you can prove yourself to be my chief,
I shall be ready to acknowledge you. In the meantime
I am yours,
MacDonald."
The Duke of Wellington engaged an intelligent Scotch farmer, named Heriot,
to act as his private secretary.
"Walking in the city one day," says the Rev. Dr. Charles Rogers, "Mr.
Heriot met an old acquaintance from Scotland."
"Hallo! Heriot," said his friend, "what are you doing in London?"
"I am secretary to the Duke of Wellington," answered Heriot.
"You are nothing of the sort," said the Scotsman; "and I fear you're doing
little good, since you would impose upon me in this fashion."
Returning to Scotland, it occurred to Heriot's acquaintance that he would
write to the Duke, warning him that one Heriot "had been passing himself
off as his secretary."
He received the following reply:
"Sir,--I am directed by the Duke of Wellington to acknowledge the
receipt of your letter; and I am,
Your obedient servant,
J. Heriot,
Private Secretary."
A captain being ordered with his regiment to the Cape, made application to
the Duke of Wellington for permission to try and arrange for a transfer to
another corps. The "Iron Duke" merely turned up his letter and wrote
"Sail or sell," and returned it to the applicant.
Mr. George Seton, who has devoted much attention to this theme, tells an
American story in which a brief letter holds a prominent place. He states
that "in 1693, the Rev. Stephen Mix made a journey to Northampton in
search of a wife. He arrived at the Rev. Solomon Stoddard's, and informed
him of the object of his visit. Mr. Stoddard introduced him to his six
daughters, and then retired. Addressing Mary, the eldest, Mr. Mix said
that he had lately settled at Wethersfield, was desirous of obtaining a
wife, and concluded by offering his heart and hand. The blushing damsel
replied that so important a proposal required time for consideration; and
accordingly Mr. Mix left the room in order to smoke a pipe with her
father, while she took the case to 'avizandum.' On her answer being sent
for, she requested further time for consideration; and it was agreed that
she should send her answer by letter to Wethersfield. In the course of a
few weeks, Mr. Mix received a reply, which was soon followed by the
wedding:--
"Northampton,
3rd November, 1693.
Rev. Stephen Mix,--Yes.--Mary Stoddard."
We will bring to a close our examples of laconic letters with another
specimen from the other side of the Atlantic. A notable dark day at
Boston, on the 19th March, 1790, induced a lady to write to Dr. Byles, an
eccentric but clever notability, the following note:--
"Dear Doctor,--How do you account for this darkness?"
He simply said:--
"Dear Madam,--I am as much in the dark as you are."
THE END
Index.
Ainsworth, W. H., 88
Alfreton, staked at Cards, 107
American Novelists, 65
Andersen, H. C., 20, 68
Andrews, Henry, 206-212
_Argosy_, 29
Arnold, Sir Edwin, 23
Austen, Jane, 67
Appleby, 215
Bacchanalian toasts, 124
Balloon Tytler, 12
Balzac, 14-16
Barnes, editor of _The Times_, 54
Beaconsfield, Earl of, 59-60
Bells, Rhymes on, 104, 106
Benwell Hall, 222
Beresford, James, 68
Beverley, 32, 101
Bills of Fare, 114, 115-116
Biographical Romance: Swan's Strange Story, 222-227
_Blackwood's Magazine_, 13
Blair's "Sermons," 72
Bloomfield, Robert, 73, 81
Bolas Magna, 201
Books, Southey's love of, 19
Boswell, 7
Braddon, Miss, 31-34
Bradstreet, Anne, 143-148
Brewer, Dr., 57-58
Briscoe, J. Potter, on Miller's Works, 196-198
Bristol, Procession of Nayler at, 219
Brooks, Henry M., 133
Bronte, Charlotte, 69-71
Browning, Robert, 64
Buchan's "Domestic Medicine," 72
Burleigh, Lord of, 199
Burns, Robert, 11, 91, 92, 98, 116-118
Butler, author of "Hudibras," 77-78
Butler, Professor, on Scrap-books, 131-133
Byron, Lord, 20, 50, 51, 73, 82, 84, 85
Campbell, Thomas, 55
Cards, 107
Carlyle, T., 2-3, 16
Catherine, Spelling of, 150-151
Cecil, Henry, 199
Celebrated Songs of Scotland, 11
Chalk, Lines on, 95
_Chambers's Journal_, 34
Charles II., letter to, 231
Chepstow, 219
Christian's View of Death, 171
Civil War, 213
Common Place-Book, Sala's, 38-41
Compiler of "Old Moore's Almanac": Henry Andrews, 206-212
_Cornhill Magazine_, 25, 34
Cornwall, Barry, 21
Cooper, Thomas, 187
Cottage Countess, The, 199-205
Cowper, 81
Crabbe, 51-52
Curious American Old-Time Gleanings, 131-142
Curiosities of the Lottery, 139-140
Days of the Spinning Wheel, 140
Daudet, A., 28-29
"Declined with Thanks," 67-75
Derbyshire rhymes, 100, 102, 106, 107, 108
De Quincey, 1
Dickens, Charles, 26-27, 58
Dictionary, Johnson's, how compiled, 4-7
Diving bell, 230
Dress _v._ Dinner, 92
Duck, Stephen, 79-80
Duel, 85
Ducking stool, 137
Earliest American Poetess: Anne Bradstreet, 143-148
Ears cropped, 136, 137
Earnings of Authors, 43-66
East Ardsley, 213
Edgeworth, Miss, 21
Editor's poverty, 9
Elegy written in a country churchyard, 45-46
Eliot, George, 27, 62-63
"Encyclopaedia Britannica," 7-12
English Folk Rhymes, 100-109
Epigrams on Authors, 76-89
Fergusson, Robert, 90
Fielding, 48
Fisherman's Funeral, The, 182
Flowers of the Forest, 161
Foote, S., 229
Fox, Geo., 214
French Epigrams, 76
Frieston, 206
Gallows, 136
Gay, 46
German Epigrams, 76
Gibbon, 56
Glazier's Toast, 129
Globe Tavern, Dumfries, 98
Gloucestershire Rhyme, 108
Goldsmith, 46-47
Gordon Riots, 80
Gore, Mrs., 17-18
Grant's Memoirs, 66
Greek Epigrams, 76
Gray, 21, 45-46
Greengrocer's Toast, 129
"Guide to Science," 57
Hadden, J. Cuthbert, 64
Hamerton, P. G., 35, 36
Hall, Dr. Spencer T., 188
Harte, Bret, 65
Hatter's Toast, 129
Hayley, 48
Hedon, 101
Historical value of newspapers, 131
Historical works, 56-57
Holderness, In, 184
Homer, 76-77
Hood, E. P., 88
Hook, Theodore, 83, 85
Hull, Stage, Miss Braddon on, 31;
Rhyme, 103;
Shakespearean Festival, 111;
Burns' Club, 116-118;
Literary Club, 118-119;
Mrs. Jno. Hunter born at, 160
Hung in chains, 138
Humour in prison, 138-139
Hunter, Dr. John, 162-165
Hunter, Mrs. John, 160-175
Inn rhymes, 94, 95, 96, 98
"Jane Eyre," 69
Jeffrey, Lord, 85
Johnson, Dr. S., 4-7, 43, 46, 47
Keats, 25
Keble's "Christian Year," 73-74
Kentish Rhymes, 108
Kidnapping, 222
Knocking of feet in Churches, 135
Lady Mayoress of York, 103
Laidlow, William, 13
Lake Poets, 81
Lamb, Charles, 230
Lancashire rhymes 105, 107
Lang, Andrew, 41-42
Leechfield, 102
Lingard's History of England, 56
Lincolnshire rhymes, 103, 104, 105, 106
London rhyme, 103
Longfellow, 63-64
Lord Mayors of York, 103
Lost with all Hands, 180
Lotteries, 139-140
Lowell, J. R., 65
Loyal and Patriotic Toasts, 121-122
Ludicrous blunders, 74
Lytton, Bulwer, 59, 89
Macaulay, Lord, 56-57
Mansfield, Lord, 80-81
Martineau, Miss, 16
Masonic Toasts, 124
Miscellaneous Toasts, 127
Miller, A., 6
Miller, Joe, 80
Miller, Thomas, 186-198
Milton, John, 44;
epigram on, 45
Monument in Greyfriars' to Mary Pyper, 175
Moore, Francis, 212
Moore, Thomas, 52-54, 85, 86
Mordaunt, 228
Musicians' Toasts, 128-129
My Mother bids me bind my Hair, 161
Myton Rhyme, 103
Naval and Military Toasts, 122-123
Nayler, James, the Mad Quaker, 213-221
New England Sunday, 133
Newington Church, 105
Newton, Sir Isaac, 78
Norfolk rhymes, 101
Norwich rhyme, 102
Nottingham Public Library, Miller's books in, 196-198
Old Fountain, The, 192
Old Moore's Almanac, 206-212
Olden Times Series, by Henry M. Brooks, 133-142
Oliphant, Mrs., 50
On seeing two little girls present a flower to a dying person, 173
Ouida, 63
"Paradise Lost," 44
Pawnbroker's Toast, 129
Payn, James, 34-35, 60
Playful Poet: Miss Catherine Fanshawe, 149-159
Playing at cards for towns, 107
Phillips, Sir Richard, 73
Phonographic curiosity, 232
Pillory, 136;
Nayler in the, 220
Poem in imitation of Wordsworth, 151
Poet and Novelist of the People: Thomas Miller, 186-198
Poet of the Fisher-Folk: Mrs. Susan K. Phillips, 176-185
Poet of the Poor: Mary Pyper, 167-175
Poetical Graces, 90-93
Poetry of Toast Lists and Menu Cards, 110-119
Poetry on Panes, 94-99
Political Toasts, 126
Pope, 46, 78
Popular Song Writer: Mrs. John Hunter, 160-175
Prayer by proxy, 92
Prescott, 72
Printer's troubled by authors, 16
Professional Toasts, 128
Proud Preston, 105
Punning Toasts, 125
Purlwell Hall, 97
Pyper, Mary, 167-175
Quakers punished, 137;
Mad Quaker, 213-221
Quin, 229
Rabbits, Grace on, 27
Reade, Charles, 27-28
Redeeming Friars, 223
Rich, 229
Richardson, Professor C. F., 146
Richter, J. P., 2-3
Riddle on the letter H., 153-154
Rhyming grants of land, 100-101
Robertson's "History of Scotland," 56
"Robinson Crusoe," 67
Rose, Sir George, 87
Roxburghe Club, 127-128
Royston, 208
Ruskin, John, 63
Sala, G. A., 36-41
Sandon, rhyme at, 95
Scrap-books, 131-133
Scarborough rhymes, 109
Schmidt, 231
Schoolmaster's Toasts, 128
School books, 55
Scolds, punished, 137
Scott, Sir Walter, 12-13, 48-50, 73, 82-83
_Scots' Magazine_, 8
Selling bells, Rhymes on, 104
Sentimental Toasts, 126
Servant of God, 172
Seymour, Digby, 87
Shakespeare's fortune, 44
Shakespearean Quotations, 111-115
Shelley, 22
Shoemaker's Toast, 129
Short Letters, 228-235
Slave-trade, 140-142
Sleeping in meeting-house, Punishment for, 135
Smedley, F., 230
Smellie, William, 7-8
Smith, Albert, 86
Smith, Sydney, 229
Smollett, 56
Somerville, Mrs., 21
Somerset rhymes, 103
Southey, 19-20, 21, 82
Spires of Churches, 106
Sporting Toasts, 125
St Andrews' University, 90
Sterne, 71
Stoves, introduction into churches, 134
Stowe, Mrs., 71
Strange and curious punishments, 135
Sunday in New England, 133
Swan's Strange Story, 222-227
Swift, Dean, 79
Tennyson, Lord, 14, 64, 118-119, 199
Tercentenary Banquet at Stratford-on-Avon, 114
Thackeray, W. M, 27, 58, 87
Theodore, King of Corsica, 78
Thompson, Town Clerk of Hull, 87-88
_Times, The_, editorship refused by Southey, 19
Toasts and Toasting, 120-130
Tongue bored with a hot iron, 220
Travelling on Sunday, 133
Trollope, Mrs, 18-19
Trollope, A., 1, 24-25, 60-62
Trollope, T. A., 18
Tytler, Joseph, 8-12
Ugley, rhyme on, 106
Vegetarian graces, 93
"Vicar of Wakefield," 46
"Vice Versa," 72
Vyse's Spelling-Book, 55
Wakefield, 213, 214
Warner, Miss, 71
Warren, Samuel, 68, 87-88
Waterloo, 83-84
Weather rhymes, 108
Wellington, Secretary to the Duke of, 233
Wesley, Rev. S., 93
Whipping, 135, 220
Whitby Bells, 185
White, H. K., 81
Wilberforce, Bishop, 26
Wilson, Professor, 13-14
Wood, Mrs. Henry, 29-31
Worcestershire Rhymes, 109
Wolfe, Charles, 74-75
Words, meaning of, 6
Wordsworth, W., 22-23, 82
York Theatre, 96
Yorkshire pane rhymes, 94, 95, 96, 97;
Rhymes, 103-109;
Poets, 176.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] He was thirty years of age.
[2] The Royal Institution where the Rev. Sydney Smith was reading lectures
on moral philosophy. The particular lecture alluded to in the above ode
was "The Sublime."
[3] A fashionable milliner.
"Mr. Andrews' books are always interesting."--_Church Bells._