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Read Ebook: Notes and Queries Vol. V Number 122 February 28 1852 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men Artists Antiquaries Genealogists etc. by Various Bell George Editor
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"Wee mortall are, and alter from our birth; Thou constant arte
Thy will be done on earth
"Thou madest the earth as well as planetts Seaven: Thy name be blessed heere
as 'tis in heaven
"Nothing wee have to use, or debts to paye, except thou give it us
give us this day
"Wherewith to clothe us, wherewith to be fedd, for without Thee we wante
our daily breade
"Wee want, but want no faults, for no day passes But wee doe sinn
forgive us our trespasses
"Noe man from sining ever free did live forgive us Lorde our sinns
as we forgive
"Yf we repent our faults Thou ne're disdainest us We pardon them
y't trespasses agaynst us
"forgive us that is past, a new path treade us Direct us alwaies in thy fayth
and leade us
"Wee thine owne people and Thy chosen nation into all truth, but
not into temtation
"Thou that of all good graces art the giver Suffer us not to wander
but deliver
"Us from the fierce assaults of worlde and divell and flesh, so shalt thou free us
from all evil
"To these petitions let boath church and laymen w'th one concent of hart and voyce say
Amen."
WM. DURRANT COOPER.
FOLK LORE.
I send you these legends as I have heard them from the lips of my nurse, a native of the village.
W. SPARROW SIMPSON, B.A.
The legend is, that an anchoret in Lipari told some sailors that at a particular time he had seen King Theodoric ungirt, barefoot and bound, led between St. John, pope and martyr, and St. Finian, and by them hurled into the burning crater of the neighbouring island volcano. That on the sailors' return to Italy they discovered, by comparison of dates, that Theodoric died on the day on which the anchoret noticed his punishment by the hands of his victims.
THOMAS LAWRENCE.
Ashby de la Zouch.
NAMES OF PLACES--PROVINCIAL DIALECTS.
Every reader of "N. & Q." must be acquainted with places throughout the country pronounced very differently to their spelling. It has occurred to me that a collection of them would be interesting, both as a topographical curiosity, and as an illustration of our provincial dialects. No paper is fitter for such a collection than the "N. & Q.;" its correspondents would doubtless communicate any within their notice, and you, Mr. Editor, would from time to time give up a little space to them.
The following are what I remember just now:--
Wednesbury Wedgbury Smethwick Smerrick Cirencester Cisiter Bothal Botal Merstham Maestrum Carshalton Casehorton Shepton Shepun Ratlinghope Ratchup Chantlingbury Shankbury Hove Hoove Wavertree Wartree St. Neots St. Nouts Beauchamp Beechem Belvoir Beever Saubridgeworth Sapsworth or Sapsey
P. M. M.
Minor Notes.
PETRAPROMONTORIENSIS.
"'You admire that picture,' said an old Dominican to me at Padua, as I stood contemplating a Last Supper in the refectory of his convent, the figures as large as life. 'I have sat at my meals before it for seven-and-forty years and such are the changes that have taken place among us; so many have come and gone in the time, that when I look upon the company there--upon those who are sitting at the table silent as they--I am sometimes inclined to think that we, and not they, are the shadows.'"
"Once as Sir David Wilkie was gazing on one of Titian's master-pieces--the famous picture of the Last Supper in the refectory of the Escurial--an old monk of the order of St. Jerome came up, and said to him, 'I have sat daily in sight of that picture for now nearly three score years. During that time my companions have dropped off, one after another--all who were my seniors, all who were of mine own age, and many or most of those who were younger than myself; nothing has been unchanged around me except those figures, large as life, in yonder painting; and I look at them till I sometimes think that they are the realities, and we the shadows.'"
The great resemblance between these two passages is very striking; the latter only amplifies the former by very few words.
D. F. M'L.
Cork.
S. R. P.
Launceston.
If I am right in this conjecture, Bishop Pearce must have entered under Knipe.
H. T. E.
Queries.
THOMAS BASTARD, AND SONG AGAINST SHEEP-FARMING.
"Sheepe have eate up our medows and our downes, Our corne, our wood, whole villages and townes. Yea, they have eate up many wealthy men, Besides widowes, and orphane childeren: Besides our statutes and our iron lawes, Which they have swallowed down into their maws. Till now I thought the proverbe did but jest, Which said a blacke sheepe was a biting beast."
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