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Not greater that, that it again should rife
To nobler functions by a nobler birth.

Ceafe then, my vain regrets, my flowing
tears!

Tho' not from senfelefs 'shame I bid ye
ceafe;

And, till we meet again in happier spheres,
Peace to thy shade, my gentle Sappho,
peace!

OCTOBER,
A PASTORAL.

Those virgin leaves of purest vivid green,
Which charm'd ere yet they trembled on the
trees,

Now cheer the sober landscape in decay.
THOMSON.

Of vifage deep-wrinkled with care,
His temples a chaplet surround,
With oak-leaves and acorns his hair,
And farwort with saffron, is bound.

The dam'sen her purple beflows,
A fath o'er his shoulder to throw ;

In negligence eafy it flows,
Imming'ted with spots of the floe.

His right hand a scorpion sutfends,
High-lifted it grithes in the air;

From his left a ruth-basket impends,
Replete with the walnut and pear.

His franchise it is to convoke
Thick fogs of blue milt on the hill,
Ascending like columns of smoke,
Exhal'd from the vale-loving hill.

He comes—shall my Mufe wake the reed?
Ah, where are the notes of the bough,

When whilom the beech on the mead
Attefted the villager's vow !

When Philomel's paftoral lay
Pour'd forth her melodious pain ;

The kids with the lambkins in play,
Skipp'd frolicksome over the plain.

It is not for her in the grove
To sing of paft pleasures serene,

When zephyrs invited to love,
And Delia was extacy's queen.

When near the smooth lapfe of the brook,
I fought, thro' the whispering vale,

The rofes which, painting her crook,
Compar'd to her bluthes, were pale.

No more to the brook muft I fly,
From the whispering valley exil'd,

No longer thofe zephyrs shall play
Round Delia that linger'd and smil'd.

Farewell to the white-flaunting hop,
The garden fo sweet to the fight;

The woodbine faint-blooming I'll crop,
Convey to my fair with delight.

I'll gather autumnal perfume;
The fuckle rejeſts not herweet ;

Convolvulus offers her bloom
To decorate Delia's retreat.

The pheasant I'd bear to my maid,
But shrink from the prefent with fear,

Left, into freſh forrow betray'd,
Her eyes are ſuffus'd with a tear.

To earth's foſt'ring bosom the ſwain,
Tenacious of nature's command,
Commits with attention the grain,
Not ungrateful to Induſtry's hand.

The martin our eaves has forfook,
The woodcock reviſts the glen,

The mallard repairs to the brook,
The wild-goofe abandons the fen.

Shall rapine with murder be join'd ?
O ſpare from perdition the hive !

Some practice by far leſs unkind
To plunder its treaſures contrive—

Now hear the gay pack o'er the field,
In purſuit of the fugitive hare :

No longer in safety conceal'd,
She truſts to the brake or the tare.

But who is this envoy of woes,
That wakes with Aurora's first ray,

His ſong of complaint to diſciple
From the vine or the jeſtamine ſpray ?

He ſings defolations to come ;
Stern Winter predicts from aloof ;

My ſhed, ſocial bird, be thy home,
Securely perch under my roof.

Doſt grieve that the summer is paſt ?
The trees their green ornaments ſhed ?

That omens of Winter in haſte
Impending preſs over thy head ?

Prolong, tuneful red-breast, thy strains;
Contagions ſhall uſher thy moan ;

My ſympathies ſhare in thy pains,
Thy forrows, poor bird, be my own !

Pomona, in ſraw-colour'd veſt,
With berry-flung black folitaire,

The goſamer's gauze on her breast,
And marigold beams in her hair.

October, 'tis ſaid in the cloſe,
Paid court to her prefence and shape;

Vertumnus in jealousy roſe,
And thought 'twas the God of the Grape.

But he was derang'd in the vale,
Whilft Satyrs his orgies ſuttain;

My path from his ſeafis I'll curtail,
Rejeſt his incontinent train.

Yet, Bacchus, to honour thy ſway,
The fig and the vine let me bring,

Should the Mufe for the prefent delay
The games of the vintage to ſing.

Now mid-day is ſilent around,
The gloom of ag'd cypreſs I'll ſee,

The turſt that with offers freſh bound
My recent dejeſlion shall ſpeak.

Leander, my much-valued friend,
The Mufe's memorial effays,

From friendship in ſadneſts to ſend
What elegy weaves into lays.

The Virtues reforted to ſee
Thy ſolitude's ſacred retreat,

Made innocence grandeur to thee,
Whose ſoul was ſerenity's ſeat.

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No wealth nor parade could annoy;
The mines of content were thy own;
And competence kindled that joy
Which seldom attends on a throne.

Obcurity mark'd his estate,
Yet unimpair'd health was his lot;
He corn'd the leaft with to be great,
Whole pomp was the peace of a cot.
How warmly sincere was his train,
With ſimple morality fraught,
Devoutly religious, though plain,
He spoke to the God of his Thought.

Ambition unknown to his breast,
Uuknown ev'ry clamour and ſtrife,
Thofe poisons corrosive of reſt,
Thofe Furies that harrow up life.
Yet penſive and thoughtful he grew,
The mate of his youth was no more;

The friend of his age ever true
His feelings intenſely deplore.

I ſaw him one day near the oak
That meaſures a shade of extent;

In ſilence his miſery ſpoke,
Deep ſorrow to ſolitude lent.

His brow was as dark as the shade
October had ſpread o'er the dell,
Nor long did he grieve in the glade,
But languifhing droop'd till he fell.

Malting, Dec. 11.

LATIN ODE, BY DR. JOHNSON,
ON THE ISLE OF SKY.

FROM BOSWELL, P. 173.

PONTI profundis clauffa receſſibus,
Strepeſis procellis, rupibus obſita,
Quam grata deſſo virentem
Skia finum nebuloſa pandis.

His cura credo ſedibus exuſat;
His blanda certe pax habitat locis;

Non ira, non mœror quietis
Inſidias meditatur horis.

At non cavatâ rupe lateſcere,
Menti nec ægræ montibus avis
Prodeſt vagari, nec frementes
E ſcopulo numerare ſluſtus.

Humana virtus non ſibi ſufficit,
Datur nec æquum cuique animum ſibi
Parare poſſe, ut Stoicorum
Sećta crepet nimis alta fallax.

Exæſtuantis pectoris impetum,
Rex ſumme, ſolus tu regis arbiter,
Mentifque, te tollente, ſurgunt,
Te recedunt moderante ſluſtus.

TRANSLATION.

CLOSE on old Ocean's utmoſt bounds,
Girt with rough waves and rocky
mounds,

How grateful to the wearied eye
Expands thy green bay, cloud-capt Sky!

Care fully flies thefe soft retreats,
And Peace adorns thy gentle ſeats;

Nor Grief nor Anger's voicæ affright
The calm tranquillity of night.

And yet to climb the hilly heath,
Or fearch the hollow'd cave beneath,
Or count the white waves as they flow,
Affords no cure for mental woe.

All human aid is weak: To bind
By philosophic rules the mind,
And curb each with, is weak and vain,
As idly boafts the Stoic train.

The ſtorms that ſhake the troubled ſoul,
'Tis thine, Almighty, to control;
And, as thy wife decrees diſpoſe,
The tide of paffion ebbs or flows.

PERAGRATIO HYEMALIS.

IMITATED from "THE WINTER'S
WALK" of DR. JOHNSON.

A SPICE, cara mihi, paffim quocunque vagamur,
Quam ſterili afſeque ſqualida rura jacent !

Nudati en colles, nemora ſpoliataque cultu,
Cœlum caligans, canaque terra gelu.

Nec tantùm per campa, heu ! veteri privata
decore,
Atrox imperium, tetrica, ſumis hyems ;

Latius at regnum poffeit tua ſæva poteſtas,
Atque mihi jamnunc intima corda tenet.

Heu ! ſpem lætificam, lenefque cupidinis
æſtus,

Ex animo languor mœſtaque cura ſugant ;

Vix queat ipſe amor attonitus ſervare calores,
Lætitia effugit, mœror acerbus adeft.

Spe temerè ſumptâ, fruſtràque timore mo-
leſto,

En, homo! te facilem fata maligna tra-
hunt;

Mobilis utque annus mutaris; fortis aprica
Ut lucet facies, vel tenebroſa nigret.

Gaudeo et incerto, vano pariterque dolore,
Corporis ac mentis pondere ſluſtico,

Me ſeſſum tandem brachiis, ah ! cara, faveto
Et vitæ à doris protege, Stella, malis.

Oxford, Jan. 1, 1786.

W. V. M.

ODE TO PYRRHA.

FROM HORACE, BOOK I. ODE 5.

S EDUCIVE Pyrrha! what enamour'd boy,
In whose bright locks the liquid odour
flows,

Woos thee? and triumphs in a ſhort-liv'd joy
Within the grott, adorn'd with many a roſe?

For whom, in ſimple grace, doſt thou prepare
The band that lightly ties thy golden hair ?

Alas, how ſoon ſhall this devoted youth
Love's tyrant ſway and thy chaug'd eyes
deplorè !

Indignant curfe thy violated truth,
And count each broken promise o'er and
o'er!

Who

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1791.] Gloucester, Cheltenham, Cirencester, &c.—Curiosities. 513

the marks of antiquity. The cathedrál is a fine old structure, and contains many curious monuments. But Gloucester will be ever remembered by having given birth to Mr. Raikes, the Founder of the Sunday Schools, whose name must be revered to the latest posterity. Having seen every thing worthy of notice in this city, we repaired to Cheltenham, a neat, pretty town, surrounded with lofty hills. As we arrived in the evening, we found the company on the walks, which are kept in good order. Mr. Moreau is the conductor of the amusements, and a better they could not have, using every exertion to render the residence of its visitors agreeable; and I know no place where a family can spend the summer months more comfortably. Having spent a little time with some good friends here, we departed for Cirencester, where we viewed the house and park of Earl Bathurst, and from an intelligent person received many interesting anecdotes respecting the late Lord, whose good-humour and chearfulness remained with him to the age of ninety. Near this place is the famous tunnel cut through Saperton Hill, by which vehicles can pass from the Severn to theonis, and so on to the Thames. No encomiums can be too great for the promoters of this undertaking, as the merchandize from Bristol, through the country, must come at a much earlier rate to the inhabitants on the banks of the canal, and in its vicinage. About ten miles from Cirencester is Tetbury, a large cloathing town, remarkable for an elegant new church, with a lofty spire, and is a fine object for the adjacent country. From this place we travelled on to Malmsbury, leaving a very handsome house, belonging to Mr. Eichtout, M.P. for Cricklade, on the right; and on the left of this town is Charlton, the seat of the Earl of Suffolk. Drawing towards Chippenham, we observed a handsome house, belonging to Sir James Tilney Long, on the left; and as we approached Corham, a fine avenue of oaks led to the noble seat of Mr. Methuen. This gentleman's collection of paintings are well worth seeing, having been collected at a great expence in Italy, by his relation Sir Paul Methuen. The large picture of the boar-hunting, by Rubens, is a most exquisite performance.

Yours, &c.

JOHN ELDERTON.

GENT. MAG. June, 1791.

Mr. URBAN,

May 10.

THE brown jug, of which you have herewith a faithful drawing by Mr. Schnebbelie (Plate III. fig. 1. a, b, c, d,) is of exquisite workmanship, and has been long in my family. The date, you will perceive, is 1581.

Fig. 2. is a curiosity in its way; a lady's shoe, with a moveable heel; and is part of a large wardrobe, which, I am sorry to say, was carelessly dispersed without a due examination.

Fig. 3. is a conventional seal of the Friars Preachers of Great Yarmouth.

Fig. 4. a, b. is a ring discovered by some workmen who were employed lately in clearing away the ruins of an old man-fion in Hertfordshire. A. B.

Mr. URBAN,

Feb. 18.

I SEND you a drawing (fig. 5.) of a strange little mutilated figure, which was found, enclosed in an ancient iron box, among the effects of a clergyman who died a few years since. It is of brafs, or some such metal, quite black with age, nearly three inches in height, and (as you may perceive by the drawing, which was made with the utmost care) of very rude workmanship. The globe, on which the person fits, appears to have been broken off, at the bottom, from something else. Both arms, and one foot, are also wanting.

For my part, I do not pretend to form any conjecture, either for what purpose this figure was made, or whom it was intended to represent, or even of what age or country it is; as I do not recollect to have ever seen any thing resembling it elsewhere; but perhaps some of your correspondents may be able to throw light on all these particulars.

Yours, &c.

R. P.

Mr. URBAN, Pembroke-shire, June 7.

I N answer to J. Langdale, p. 467, Ward, in his Mathematics, Part 1. Chap. iii. Sect. 6, writes, that Shales, an excite-officer, proved, before the Lord Mayor, May 25, 1688, the Commissioners of Excise, Mr. Flamstead, and Mr. Halley, that the old standard wine gallon contained only 224 cubic inches: "but (says he) it was thought convenient to continue the 231 cubic inches for the wine gallon in all computations." This seems to relate to charging the duties only, being an allowance of one in thirty-three parts on

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Bishop of Chester.—Miscellaneous Information.

[June,

of “venerabilis frater nofter Rogerus Cestrensis episcopus,” on which I find this note: “Appellaciones Coventr. & Cestrensis, promiscuë usurpatae. Godwin. p. 367, in Rogero.” The Biphop of Chester is mentioned in Domesday, cited by Philips, Hift. of Shrewsbury, pp. 24, 25, 31.

In my letter about Mr. Weston (among other errata) for capable read INcapable.

B. L. A.

Mr. URBAN,

May 20.

THE origin of the expreſſion *an't please the pigs*, enquired after in p. 801 of your laſt volume, is well explain'd in p. 115 of that for 1755; though your too-refined correfpondent, p. 104 of your February Magazine, profefles he never heard of the “toollifh phraſe” before. See that for October laſt, p. 876, and for December, pp. 1086, 7. The latter correfpondent may, perhaps, be confidered as *humming your querift*. See also p. 322 of your laſt month's Mifcel-lany.

P. 876, col. 2, l. 53, read “XLVII.”

P. 920. Mr. Porlon's juſt animadverſions on Mr. Gibbon's. “rage for indecency,” calls to recollection the equally juſt ſtrictions upon this prurient hifto-rian in p. 12 of your volume for 1789.

P. 967, col. 1, l. *penult*. r. “XLIII.”

P. 971, col. 2. As to Mr. Coventry, fee your volume for 1779, p. 413, *note*.

P. 1032, *note*, read “LIX.”

P. 1073, *note* †, for “189” ſubſtitute “191.”

P. 1077, col. 1, l. 10, read “XXIV. p. 410, 459, 460.”

P. 1085, col. 1, l. 47, r. “XLVII.” Your correfpondent L. E. feems not to have recollected T. Row's obſervation in p. 527 of your volume for 1777.

P. 1164. The date of the letter on cancers is moſt affuredly wrong; and the name of the writer is strongly ſutpecked to be ſo too. In col. 2, l. 12, *Dillenius* muſt be the perſon intended; and he was created D. M. April 3, 1735. George Bullman, of Lincoln College (ſee line *ante*.), occurs, in the Catalogue of Ox-ford Graduates, as M. A. in 1731.

P. 1166. From the Preface to the original edition of Relph's “Poems,” printed at Glasgow in 1747, it appears that “he died June 26, 1743, in the thirty-second year of his age.”

P. 1189, col. 2. Mr. Walpole has taken notice of Peck's paper concerning Tobias Kuſflat in the two, improved, etc.

tavo editions of his “Anecdotes of Painting,” III. 153, *subnote*.

P. 1190, col. 1. See Mr. Duncombe's account of Robert Drury in your volume for 1769, p. 172; and in Hughes's “Letters,” I. 257, 258, *note*. The name of Drury is omitted in your General Index: so that this reference may not be unacceptable to ſome of your numerous readers.

P. 1194, col. 2. Another explanation of *ſpick and ſpan new* occurs in p. 115 of your volume for 1755. See also that for 1780, p. 371, col. 1.

In your preſent volume, pp. 3, 4, and p. 115, col. 1, the “Florence Milcellany” is noticed; but neither of your cor-respondents have recollected, that previous notice was taken of it in p. 3 of your volume for 1787; in pp. 257, 258, of which ſpecimens of the poetry were afterwards given.

P. 91, col. 1, l. 15, eraſe “co.”

P. 158, col. 2, l. 25, r. “vol. LIX.”

P. 162, col. 1, l. 30, read “the ſe-cond, XLII.”

P. 188, col. 1, l. 39, r. “vol. LVIII.”

P. 198, col. 1, l. 25, for “B. M.” read “M.A.”

P. 213, col. 1, l. 6, read “Folard’s.”

P. 218, col. 1, l. 27, r. “Plate III.”

P. 246, col. 1, l. 43, read “opinions;” and col. 2, l. 25, “a prophet.”

P. 247, col. 1, l. 12, for “other” read “their;” and 1. 21, “the ſake of its connexion;” and 1. 30, “prefent comfort.”

P. 309, *note*, 1. 5, read “vel candida lilia.”

P. 315, col. 1, l. 4, eraſe “his chap-lain.”

Various tranſlations of Plato's epigram on Ariftophanes occur in your volume for 1789, p. 421, and for 1790, pp. 718, 842; but the following has ſeaped your notice, from *Graves's* “Lucubrations,” Lond. 1786:

“The Mufes long had fought, in various places,

A spot to build a temple to the Graces: A ſhrine, where pleas'd the Graces might re- The breast of Ariftophanes ſupplied.” [ſide,

Yours, &c. SCRUTATOR.

Original Letter of OLIVER CROMWELL to Col. KENRICKE, Lieutenant of Dover Castle.

SIR, April 18, 1648.

THIS is the gentleman I mentioned to you. I am periwāded you may be confident of his fidelity to you in the

1793.] Blancasset, a Military Troubadour.—Gerard de Borneil. 1057

Quam vereor ne diro omne
Septem regrediantur

Dæmonia, divino numine
Quæ quondam pellebantur.

Quocunque, breviter, flestebam,
Aut dirgebam vitum,

Id totum induit, quod videbam
Aut lachymas, aut risum.

Ingemui dum viros video
Doctiffimos ejectos;

Et contra, alternatim video
Stolidulos suffectos.

O probam reformandi artem!
Quæ medicina datur?

Quæ curat, ut curemus partem,
Cum totum exfeindatur.

Quadratos¹ homines quæ jubet
Et doctos, extrpandos,

Et nebulones, prout lubet,
Rotundos furrogandos.

Collegia petis? Leges duras
Habes; nil fas videre —

Nil præter ædes & structuras—
Scholares abiere.

Culinas illic frigefcentes,
Capellas fine precibus,

In cellis cernas fitientes,
Et aulas fine Melfibus.

In templis quæris conciones,
Aut quicquid est decorum?

Habebis hæfitationes
Extemporaneorum.

Interea quid Oppidani,
With all their quaint devices?

Qui novas hafce, malefani,
Exoptavere vices.

Erefta cornua gerebant,
Dum montes hi pærturunt;

Et nunc faftiuntur quæ volebant,
Et fortiter eſurunt.

Heu! ingens rerum oramentum
Et avi decus pridem,

Quo tandem pæto huc perventum,
Ut idem non fit idem?

Nam vix a quoquam, quod narratur
Obventum olim fomnio!

Compertum erit, fi quæratur
Oxonium in Oxonio.

Mr. UREAN, Dec. 9.

BLANCASET, a military troubadour, though of Aragonese extraction, spent his days in Provence. He served under Charles of Anjou in the conquest of Naples; and was rewarded with the gifts of some fiefs in Provence by Charles, and Robert, the Duke of Calabria, his son; to the latter of whom

he dedicated a treatise, entitled, La maniera de ben guerriar. He died in 1300. In one of the extracts, which is of some length, preferred by Creseembeni, we find a lively description of the tournaments; and the verbes in general have an unusual degree of elegance:

Ben plaz le gai temps de pafchor,

Qe fai foillas e flors venir;

E plaz me cant auz la bauzor

Dels aufels, que fan i retintir

Lor cant per le bofchale.

E plazm can vie fobrels praz

Tendas e pavillons fermatz;

E plazm en mon corale,

Can vei per lo camps arengaz

Cavaliers, en cavals armas.

E plazme can li coridor

Fan las iens e laver fugir;

E plazme can mi vei apres lor

Grans iens armatz enfems venir, &c. &c*.

The word bauzor is translated baldría, gaiety. The beginning of the 22d canto of the Inferno is so similar, that we might suppose it an imitation of this passage; and our troubadour will not suffer by the comparison.

I' vidi gia cavalier muouer campo,

E cominciare ftormo, e far lor moſtra,

E tal volta partir per loro ſcampo.

Corridor vidi per la terra vostra,

O Aretini, e vidi ger gualdane,

Perir torneamenti, e corrir giostra,

Quando con trombe e quando con campane,
Con tamburi, e con cenni di caſtella,

E con cofe noſtrali e con iftrane.

"Partir per lor ſcampo" is an explanation of "laver fugir."

He does not speak with less enthusiasm on the subject of love than on that of arms.

Tan tem fon prez e fa fina valor,

E tan ai cor di far tot fon talen,

E tan me fai laufingier eſpayen,

Per ge non aus de lei faire clamor,

Ni mon ſin cor deſobrir ni moſtar.

Mas mil ſofpir li ren lo iam per ces.

E veus lo tort di geu il ſui mepres,

Qar ana laufei tan finamen amar.

E ſil plaguez chem fezes tan donor,

Qa ienſillons ſopleian humilmen

Son bel cors gay, gen, format avinen,

El duoz eſgar, e la freſca color,

Mi laiffas ſofpiran rimivar,

Ben vei iamais non fallira nul bes, &c. &c

The accounts of Gerard de Borneil, of Limoges, are very contradictory. It is said that he rose from a mean condition to the favour of courts and princes, and yet that he always preferred his in-

¹ The academical altered cap.
GENT. MAG. December, 1793.

* A translation of these is requested. EDITED.
* depend-

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Painted Glafs, &c. at St. Mary's Hall, Coventry.

[Dec.

well worth the Antiquary's attention,
and deferves a better fate than to have a
number of large ferews driven through
it in order to faften a rail for the pur-
pope of hanging hats upon. If this hint
should be the means of convincing the
prefent owners of the tapeftry of the
impropriety of such an aft, and teach
them sufficiently to prize this great cu-
riofity, I ſhall not have written, nor
you, Mr. Urban, have printed, in vain.

I proceed now to the windows in the or-
der they are treated of by your corre-
ſpondent. Three of the West windows
were repaired about seven years ſince,
and re-glazed with plain glaſs: the re-
moval of the ſtained glaſs, though much
mutilated, is to be regretted. In the
two upper compartments of the first
East window are, as he ſays, two bi-
ſhops, of whom, it is true, Dugdale
gives no account; but the inſcriptions
beneath are quite perfect, and, indeed,
the figures are nearly ſo; the faces, mi-
tres, croſiers, and Gothic canopy, are
delicate, and worth attention. On the
whole, they are the moſt perfect figures
remaining. The inſcriptions are:

Thomas Arundell, Archieps. Cantuar.
and
1296.

and
Rogerus. Walden. Eps. London.
(1404).

The two lower figures nearly as descri-
bed by your correspondent; the inſcrip-
tions somewhat more mutilated.

In the upper compartments of the fe-
cond window I muſt correct the descrip-
tion of the figure representing Richard
Beauchamp. The belt is yellow, and
the ſeroll full reads,

but the word *comes* is inverted. The
opposite compartment contains the re-
mains of a figure originally representing
Ifabella, his second wife; fortunately
engraved in Dugdale; for, the upper
half of the body is entirely gone, a
bearded face substituted, and the rest
filled up with patch-work. The ſeroll
is almost destroyed, the letters *bella*
only remaining; the other letters of her
name quite in another part.

Of the two figures below these I ſhall
give you a much fuller account. The
ſtraight represents a man with a forked
beard in a red cap and gown, the usual
habiliments of the Mayors. On a ſhield
below him is a merchant's mark encur-
ced with a ſeroll comp. etly inverted,
which reads

WILLIAM Whychurch de co.

He was mayor of Coventry in 1400.

Opposite is a figure in a similar habit
over a blue dresſ fastened with a girdle,
in which one hand is placed; the face
is good, and the venerable long beard
exquifitely done. Below is a shield
with "a something like a bend dexter,"
and a roundlet in the dexter chief; but
it has no appearance of having been co-
loured, conſequently may be ſuppoſed,
like its companion, to be only a mer-
chant's mark. The ſeroll remains, but
the letters have vanifhed. The dresſ,
however, clearly points out his having
been a *mayor*, and moſt probably of this
city. In the third window, lower com-
partment, is a figure with a red cap and
gown; under it, a merchant's mark in
a shield between the letters R. S.; and
round it, on a ſeroll,

Robertus Schuppley,
who was mayor of Coventry 1402, and
again 1415. The inſcription is quite
perfect, and excites my surprize how
R. G. could ſo mitſake. It ſeems he
surveyed this window in great haſte, as
will appear from my farther account of
it. In the oppoſite compartment was a
figure in a similar dresſ, but is now
very much mutilated, and the ſhield
with the ſurrounding inſcription totally
gone. They were evidently the effigies
of four mayors of Coventry, probably
(as appears from an antient MS. I have
ſeen) contributors and affiſtants in the
ereſing St. Mary's hall, and certainly
members of the gild. In the first upper
compartment of this window is a b ſhop
with a ſhield under him, as R. G. de-
ſcribes; but the ſeroll being again in-
verted has cauſed him to mitſake a part
of the inſcription, and omit more. Ha-
ving particularly examined it, I can af-
fure him it reads thus:

D.n's Johannes Burrehill CPI
...... Lich.

He was bish[op] of Coventry and Lich-
field anno 1399.

The deſcription of his companion as
to his figure is correct, but I muſt point
cut an error in the arms; they are,
Sable, an eagle displayed Or, with a
border Gules; not as R. G. writes,
Gules, an eagle displayed Or; neither
is that the arms of Loétric, but Sable
the field. The inſcription on the ſeroll
he alſo has much mitſaken; the true
reading is,

Ricardus ... cro ...... cath Cove'tr.
He was bish[op] of Coventry and Lich-

field