[7] This book was printed at St. Albans in the year 1486, and
   afterwards reprinted by Wynkyn de Worde, in 1496.

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BATHOS AND PATHOS.

(To the Editor.)

Perceiving that you sometimes admit curious and eccentric epitaphs into your very amusing and instructive periodical, if the enclosed is worthy a place, it at least has this merit, if no other, that it is a literal copy, from a tombstone in St. Edmund’s churchyard, Sarum:—­

In Memory of 3 Children of Joseph and Arabella Maton, who all died in their Infancy, 1770.

1.

  Innocence Embellishes Divinely Compleat
  To Prescience Coegent Now Sublimely Great
  In the Benign, Perfecting, Vivifying State.

2.

  So Heavenly Guardian Occupy the Skies
  The Pre-Existent God, Omnipotent Allwise
  He can Surpassingly Immortalize thy Theme
  And Permanent thy Soul Celestial Supreme.

3.

  When Gracious Refulgence, bids the Grave Resign
  The Creators Nursing Protection be Thine
  Thus each Perspiring AEther will Joyfully Rise
  Transcendantly Good Supereminently Wise.

W.C.

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THE LETTER B.

  “Or like a lamb, whose dam away is fet,
  He treble baas for help, but none can get.” 
                                        SIDNEY.

Its pronunciation is supposed to resemble the bleating of a sheep; upon which account the Egyptians represented the sound of this letter by the figure of that animal.  It is also one of those letters which the eastern grammarians call labial, because the principal organs employed in its pronunciation are the lips.  With the ancients, B as a numeral stood for 300.  When a line was drawn above it, it stood for 3,000, and with a kind of accent below it, for 200.

P.T.W.

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A DOUBLE.

(To the Editor.)

I read your story of the cherry-coloured cat.  The clergyman with whom I was educated astonished me when a child, by saying, when at his living at ——­, he preached in a cherry-coloured gown and a rose-coloured wig (white.)

AN OLD ONE.

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PROPHECY OF LORD BYRON.

In his journal, under the date of January 13, 1821, Lord Byron writes:  “Dined—­news come—­the powers mean to war with the people.  The intelligence seems positive—­let it be so—­they will be beaten in the end.  The King-times are fast finishing.  There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist; but the people will conquer in the end.  I shall not live to see it—­but I foresee it.”