{13} I am informed that the _Natural History of Young Ladies_ is
attributed, by some writers, to another philosopher, the author of _The
Art of Pluck_.
{48a} Rape of the Lock.
{48b} In Mr. Hogarth’s Caricatura.
{49} Elwin’s Pope, ii. 15.
{50} “Poor Pope was always a hand-to-mouth liar.”—_Pope_, by Leslie
Stephen, 139.
{64} The Greek ῥόμβος, mentioned by Lucian and Theocritus, was the
magical weapon of the Australians—the _turndun_.
{160} Lord Napier and Ettrick points out to me that, unluckily, the
tradition is erroneous. Piers was not executed at all. William Cockburn
suffered in Edinburgh. But the _Border Minstrelsy_ overrides history.
_Criminal Trials in Scotland_, by Robert Pitcairn, Esq. Vol. i. part i.
p. 144, A.D. 1530. 17 Jac. V.
May 16. William Cokburne of Henderland, convicted (in presence of the
King) of high treason committed by him in bringing Alexander Forestare
and his son, Englishmen, to the plundering of Archibald Somervile; and
for treasonably bringing certain Englishmen to the lands of Glenquhome;
and for common theft, common reset of theft, out-putting and in-putting
thereof. Sentence. For which causes and crimes he has forfeited his
life, lands, and goods, movable and immovable; which shall be escheated
to the King. Beheaded.
{169} “The Lesson of Jupiter.”—Nineteenth Century, October 1885.
{215} Mr. Swinburne’s and Mr. Arnold’s diverse views of Byron will be
found in the _Selections_ by Mr. Arnold and in the _Nineteenth Century_.
{216} The hills above San Remo, where rose-bushes are planted by the
shrines. Omar desired that his grave might be where the wind would
scatter rose-leaves over it.
{218} Omar was contemporary with the battle of Hastings.
{219} Per mandata Ducis, Rex hic, Heralde, quiescis,
Ut custos maneas littoris et pelagi.
{229} “Me neither resolute Sparta nor the rich Larissæan plain so
enraptures as the fane of echoing Albunea, the headlong Anio, the grove
of Tibur, the orchards watered by the wandering rills.”
{231} “They say he put aside from him the pure lips of his wife and his
little children, like a man unfree, and with his brave face bowed
earthward sternly he waited till with such counsel as never mortal gave
he might strengthen the hearts of the Fathers, and through his mourning
friends go forth, a hero, into exile. Yet well he knew what things were
being prepared for him at the hands of the tormentors, who, none the
less, put aside the kinsmen that barred his path and the people that
would fain have delayed his return, passing through their midst as he
might have done if, his retainers’ weary business ended and the suits
adjudged, he were faring to his Venafran lands or to Dorian Tarentum.”
{233} “Thou, Phidyle, hast no need to besiege the gods with slaughter so
great of sheep, thou who crownest thy tiny deities with myrtle rare and
rosemary. If but the hand be clean that touches the altar, then richest
sacrifice will not more appease the angered Penates than the duteous cake
and salt that crackles in the blaze.”