Notes and Queries, Number 45, September 7, 1850   By: Various

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No. 45.] SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7, 1850 [Price Threepence. Stamped Edition 4d.

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CONTENTS.

NOTES: Folk Lore: The first Mole in Cornwall "A whistling Wife," &c. A Charm for Warts Hanging out the broom. 225 Lord Plunket and St. Agobard. 226 Notes on Cunningham's Handbook of London, By E.F. Rimbault. 227 Notes on Coleridge's Aids to Reflection, by J.E.B. Mayor. 228 Minor Notes: Capture of Henry VI. Notes from Mentmore Register. 228

QUERIES: Joachim, the French Ambassador. 229 Roman Catholic Translations of the Scriptures, &c. 229 Minor Queries: The Lost Tribes Partrige Family Commoner marrying a Peeress The Character "&" Combs buried with the Dead Cave's Historia Literaria Julin Richardson Family Arabic Name of Tobacco Pole Money Welsh Money A Skeleton in every House Whetstone of Reproof Morganatic Marriages Gospel of Distaffs. 230

REPLIES: Poeta Anglicus. 232 Caxton's Printing office, by J.G. Nichols. 233 The Use of Coffins, by Rev. A. Gatty. 234 Shakspeare's Use of the Word "Delighted". 234 Ventriloquism. 234 Replies to Minor Queries: Earl of Oxford's Patent The Darby Ram Rotten Row and Stockwell Street Hornbooks Passages from Shakspeare Mildew in Books Pilgrims' Road to Canterbury Abbé Strickland Etymology of Totnes Ædricus qui Signa fundebat Fiz gig Guineas Numismatics Querela Cantabrigiensis Ben Johnson Barclay's "Argenis" Hockey Praed's Poetical Works. 235

MISCELLANEOUS: Notes on Books, Sales, Catalogues, &c. 239 Books and Odd Volumes Wanted. 239 Notices to Correspondents. 239 Advertisements. 240

NOTES.

FOLK LORE.

The First Mole in Cornwall; a Morality from the Stowe of Morwenna, in the Rocky Land. A lonely life for the dark and silent mole! She glides along her narrow vaults, unconscious of the glad and glorious scenes of earth, and air, and sea! She was born, as it were, in a grave, and in one long living sepulchre she dwells and dies! Is not existence to her a kind of doom? Wherefore is she thus a dark, sad exile from the blessed light of day? Hearken! Here, in our own dear Cornwall, the first mole was a lady of the land! Her abode was in the far west, among the hills of Morwenna, beside the Severn sea. She was the daughter of a lordly race, the only child of her mother, and the father of the house was dead. Her name was Alice of the Lea. Fair was she and comely, tender and tall; and she stood upon the threshold of her youth. But most of all did men wonder at the glory of her large blue eyes. They were, to look upon, like the summer waters, when the sea is soft with light! They were to her mother a joy, and to the maiden herself ah! benedicite a pride. She trusted in the loveliness of those eyes, and in her face, and features, and form: and so it was that the damsel was wont to pass the summer's day, in the choice of rich apparel, and precious stones, and gold. Howbeit this was one of the ancient and common customs of those old departed days. Now, in the fashion of her stateliness, and in the hue and texture of her garments, there was none among the maidens of old Cornwall like Alice of the Lea. Men sought her far and nigh, but she was to them all, like a form of graven stone, careless and cold. Her soul was set upon a Granville's love, fair Sir Bevil of Stowe, the flower of the Cornish chivalry that noble gentleman! that valorous knight! He was her star. And well might she wait upon his eyes; for he was the garland of the west the loyal soldier of a sainted king. He was that stately Granville who lived a hero life, and died a warrior's death!