“Done at the office of Mr. John Bull’s Chief Decypherer, Turnagain Lane, Circumbendibus Street, Obscurity Square, Feb. 18, 1796.”

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Cheap Soup.—­Take ten quarts of water, and stir it with a rush-light till it boils; season it to your liking, and it is ready for use.  N.B.  The wick may be bolted.—­Monthly Mag.

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Epitaph on the death of Miss Eliza More, aged 14.

  Here lies who never lied before,
  And one who will never lie More,
  To which there need no more be said
  Than More the pity she is dead,
  For when alive she charmed us More
  Than all the Mores just gone before.[6]

    [6] Her two sisters dying some months before.

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On Anne Green, a Quakeress.

  Here lies a piece of Christ, a star in dust,
  A wedge of gold, a china dish that must
  Be used in heaven, when Christ doth feed the just.

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Inscribed on the back door of a Tavern, which opened into the Parish Church of St. Michael’s, Cambridge, kept by Mr. Burrell, 1639:  which door is now taken down, the tavern having been pulled down, and a new street built on its site.

  Go on by leave, no way here lies: 
    But way and leave to those
  That hast to taste good wine and fine,
    And fear not Burrell’s foes.

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Copied from the Churchwarden’s Book.

The Mother Tongue.—­In Mr. Combe’s Illustrations of Phrenology, a case is related of a Welsh milkman, in London, who happening to fall down two pair of stairs, received a severe contusion on the head, and was carried to St. George’s Hospital, where he lay senseless for several days, and unable to speak.  At length he became something better, and began to talk to the nurses, but in such terms that no one could understand him, till it was discovered that he had forgotten his English, and was talking Welsh; a language he had not spoken for eighteen years.  Mr. Combe conceives that the blow having hit the store-house in his head, where the Welsh language was garnered, his youthful acquisitions were poured out, whilst the English language, which he had learned much later, was overpowered and obliterated by the force of his mother tongue.  W.G.C.

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Warning to Betrayers.—­St. Bennet’s Abbey, in Norfolk, was so well fortified, that William the Conqueror, in vain besieged it, till a monk, upon condition of being made abbot, betrayed the place.  The king performed the condition, but hanged the new abbot as a traitor.  P.T.W.

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