P. 105." So, fitly. Go, bid all my friends again, The first folio, "Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius; Ullorxa, all," which strange word Malone preserved in his text, with what meaning we do not know. Steevens calls it "an unmeaning and fortuitous aggregate of letters." It appears to us to be kind of marginal jotting, Ull or Xa, the "Ull" being part of the word "Lucullus," and "Xa" being intended as the commencement of Xampronius or Sempronius, as Cassius Xecundus" for Secundus, and Xantho for Sancto, more Græcorum. OTHELLO. P. 314.-" Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, See Quintilian Inst. Orat. lib. 8, c. 6. "Quadrantariam Clytemnestram, in triclinio choam, in cubiculo notam ;" and see The Puritan, ed. Malone, p. 561, "Oh! no; she's spitting in the kitchen." P. 374.-"Who steals my purse steals trash," &c. Compare Ecclesiasticus, xx. 25, "A thief is better than a man that is accustomed to lie ;" and Calmet's note, "The thief only takes away the property of another, but the liar steals away his reputation and character, which is more valuable than riches." P. 387.-Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind." The following passages have not been previously noticed by the commentators for the similarity of expression and figure; vide Googe's Palingenius, lib. IV. viii. "When thou hast pluckt her bells away, and cast her up to aire ;" and Bird's Psalms (1588), p. 12, "And how like haggardes wilde about they range, England's Helicon, p. xxvi. MS. poem of Lord Oxford, "Unsettled still, like haggardes wild they range, Heliconia, Part ii. p. 67, (a proper sonnet,) "Least he at length, as I have done, Spenser's Fairy Queene, iii. c. x. v. 35, "Alone he rode without his paragone, Ellis's Specimens, vol. ii. p. 313 (a sonnet by Thos. Watson), I here take off his bells, and let him fly." P. 518.-"I have done the state some service, and they know it." See Brome's Covent Garden Weeded, 8vo. p. 60, “ And, but for doing the state so good service, we would hang him.' P. 518.- Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, See Charitonis Amores Chær. et Chariclis, ed. Dorville, p. 41, Πρέσβευε τοίνυν, εἶπεν ὁ Διονύσιος, και λέγε ἄντα τὰ ἐκέινης ῥήματα, Μηδὲν ἀφέλης, μηδὲ πρόσθες, ἀλλ' ἀκριβῶς ἐρμήνευε, P. 525.-"I took by the throat the circumcised dog, See Lud. Carlell's Osmond the Great Turk, p. 52, "You should have struck him thus, and thus !"* (To be continued.) Batheaston. MR. URBAN, Whilst reading the above passage I have often thought how much more poetical it might be rendered if the construction would admit of a comparison being instituted between the 'ȧx” and the “ódμà." By referring to the manuscripts of the Prometheus Vinctus, I find that two read “¿s” in the place of the second "ris," therefore making the substitution, we shall have, Τίς ἀχώ, ὡς ὀδμὰ προσέπτα μ' ἀφεννὴς, which, by changing the "what" in Dr. Potter's translation into "like," may be thus Englished: "What sound, like softly-breathing odour, Steals on my sense?" Milton has a very similar passage in his Comus, "At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound Rose like a steam of rich distill'd perfumes." My reason for calling your attention to the subject is, that I have never seen in any of the recent editions of Eschylus any recognition of the ex istence of the "ws;" indeed I have only once seen it in print, and that was in an old edition of the "Prometheus," published by the Brothers Bencknerr, at Amsterdam, in the 16th gingly forwarded to me by the Rev. century. This valuable copy was obli J. Bickersteth, D.D. when he heard that the passage in question occupied my attention. I cannot tell the exact date of its publication, as that part of the title-page which contains the last figure of the date is torn off. As, however, the figures 151 remain, it must have been somewhere between the years 1509 and 1520. If you insert this communication in your long-established Magazine, which is so peculiarly the scholar's, it may call the attention of the learned to the subject, and the genuineness of the reading "os" may be by their efforts established or disproved; if established, the superior beauty given to the passage by its adoption in the room of the unpoetical "rís" would well repay any pains which might be taken to secure so desirable a consummation. Yours, &c. JAMES HENDY, B.A. *We take this opportunity of putting right a passage in Suckling's Supplement to Shakspere's Verses, in Malone's Suppl. vol. i. p. 496. "Her beams, which some dull men call'd hair, divided, But these as rude her breath put by, still some- Curl'd back in rings." Malone says, "From the want of rhyme, I suspect this [third] line to be corrupt." Certainly it is; read, "But these as rude her breath put by; still glided Wiselier downward some," &c. THE THREE SHIRLEYS. IT was in the lovely month of a most lovely June in 18-, that I was persuaded to accompany my young friend S- -on a walking tour through Sussex; his chief object being the churches, mine any interest that might present itself, whether from nature's own fair face, which has a remarkably varied style of beauty in this county, or in the smaller incidents which a tour of this kind offers, of interest or amusement to him who seeks for either. That fierce crusade which so many young men destined for the clerical profession wage against the pews and other deformities which in so many places are rapidly disappearing, was taken up warmly and carried on with vigour by SThere was not a church large or small, interesting or uninteresting, that he did not want to visit, and the bare rumour of some uncommon bit of architecture or an cient monument carried us frequently far out of our regular track over miles of downs, or through deep lanes, to all which I patiently submitted, often finding some reward for myself in a quarter where I least perhaps expected any. It was late in the afternoon of a very sultry day that, after a walk of many miles, sometimes toiling along deep sandy lanes, sometimes scrambling through thickets of underwood, that we found ourselves before the small but pretty church of Isfield. It stands in the midst of quiet green fields, a few venerable trees around about it. At a short distance, placed among trees, and with its front to the church, was an old grey-looking house of most respectable appearance, now a farm-house, but once the home of one of the Shirley family, probably of him whose monument is in the church. Whilst my young friend Swas pacing along the narrow aisle, inveighing bitterly against the abomination of an awkward and ungainly looking square pew with high wooden sides, I was busy in a small inner chapel that in times past had belonged to the Shirleys, trying to decypher an inscription on one of the monuments. It was erected to the memory of a Sir GENT. MAG. VOL. XXII, John Shirley, and the epitaph set forth with announcing, "That the fame of Sir John Shirley of Isfield in the county of Sussex, knight, may be precious in the memory of all men till the change of the last man, be it delivered to posterity that Sir John Shirley, knight, was of an ancient family—of industry-of a justice beyond exception, a magnanimous heart-of an exemplary and that he was stout in good causes, yea, and good in all causes. "His first wife was daughter unto Sir Thomas Shirley, of Wiston, knight. His second was the daughter of George Goring, esq. He died in 1631.” The epitaph continues in the same quaint style to set forth the excellent qualities of the wife; but it was the mention of the first that set me upon the train of thought which I am about to detail, making the first chapter as it were of the romantic history of the Shirleys. There are other monuments of Shir leys in the chapel, which was in a dirty and uncared-for condition. It was, however, kept locked in consequence (as we were told by the clerk) of the damage that had been done to the monuments by the children of the parish when it was left open to the public. Under one of the Shirley monuments was found in 1775 a stone of black marble, the tombstone of Gundred, youngest daughter of William the Conqueror, and wife of William first Earl of Warren. She was buried in the chapter-house of Lewes Priory, and how or why the stone was removed to Isfield does not appear. It was replaced at Lewes by Sir William Burrell, and on the wall of the south aisle of St. John's, Southover, is a marble tablet with this inscription : "Within this pew stands the tombstone of Gundred, daughter of William the Conqueror, and wife of William the first Earl of Warren, which having been deposited over her remains in the chapterhouse of Lewes Priory, and lately discovered in Isfield church, was removed to this place at the expense of William Burrell, Esq. A.D. 1775." Gundred died in childbed at Castle Acre, 1085. In 1078 a priory was founded at 3 P Lewes by the Earl her husband and herself, the first and chief house of the Cluniac order in England. The Earl died in 1089, and was also buried at Lewes under a monu- "Hic, Guillelme Comes, locus est laudis tibi fomes, Iste tuum funus decorat, placuit quia munus, I passed from the Shirley chapel "Early in the morning he went from home, I sat down on a grassy mound, and looked on the peaceful scene around me; the sun was setting cloudlessly. His rays fell on the old mansion, which wore an air of respectability beyond that of an ordinary farm-house. There were traces left of what it once had been. To that house, I pictured to myself, Sir John Shirley brought home his bride from Wiston, daughter of the old Sir Thomas, who was father to the "Three Brothers, whose romantic lives are remarkable even in the history of the times, and in the history of Sussex should form a little Odyssey to which all the poetic and distinguished spirit of the county might well look up and be proud of."* It was, then, the sister of those three gallant brothers who once lived in the *The author of this quotation wrote but did not publish a work, short, but full of beauty both in sentiment and expression. It was called " Winchester, and a few other Compositions in Prose and Verse." old grey house on which my eyes were fixed. I pictured her lovely, young, and good-sitting in that oldfashioned summer-house, which serves as a finish to a low garden wall, and admiring this tranquil scene with her husband; I saw them walking together arm in arm, across the green field that separates the house from the church, and together entering the House of God. Those three brave Shirleys! each How separate history is a romance. proud must the old knight their father have been, living at Wiston with his noble sons! What heartbreaking partings; what sorrowful misgivings as son after son left the paternal home to seek honour and renown in distant lands! First went forth Anthony the second of the sons; he was a young Oxford scholar. He says of himself," My friends bestowed on me those learnings which were fit for a gentleman's ornament." He was born in 1565. After finishing his university education, he entered the army under the auspices of the Earl of Essex. In 1586 he was present at the battle of Zut. phen. When the Earl went to France with four thousand men to aid the King against the confederates of the League, Anthony accompanied him, and here the young soldier probably distinguished himself greatly, for Henry the Fourth gave him the order of St. Michael, which brought upon him the displeasure of that royal virago Queen Elizabeth. "As a virtuous woman ought to look on none but her husband," said she, "so a subject ought not to cast his eyes on any other sovereign than him God has set over him. I will not have my sheep marked with a strange brand; nor suffer them to follow the pipe of a strange shepherd." She commanded Sir John Pickering and Lord Buckhurst to inquire into the circumstances of this alleged breach of allegiance, the result of which was that poor Mr. Anthony Shirley was sent a close prisoner to the Fleet. His father, Sir Thomas Shirley, was summoned and questioned sharply; and with very great humility he answers, "that he hath not in any ways encouraged him, but hath ever charged him to be very curious and circumspect in taking place to the offence of any, and is most heartily sorry that his son hath thus done to the offence of her Majesty." How long his imprisonment lasted does not appear; the matter ended in his being deprived of the order of St. Michael. During the next few years nothing is told of him, or how they were passed. The next event is his marriage; but Frances Vernon of Hodnet did not make his life a happy one. All that we know of his domestic sorrows and her faults are collected from an expressive sentence in a letter written by Rowland Whyte to Sir Robert Sydney, when he set sail from England in the Bevis of Southampton, accompanied by six smaller vessels, bound for the island of St. Thomé; "Sir Anthony Shirley goes forward on his voyage very well furnished, led by the strange fortune of his marriage to undertake any course that may occupy his mind from thinking on her vainest words." Whether Elizabeth made him amends for the deprivation of the order conferred on him by Henry of France, and herself knighted her loyal subject, or whether he retained the knighthood by courtesy, is not made clear. Some say that he received this honour after his return from the voyage, and that it was bestowed by his patron the Earl of Essex; certain it is that he was dubbed knight when the French monarch laid his sword on the shoulder of Anthony Shirley, saying, "Soyez Chevalier de St. Michael au nom de St. George, car vous l'avez bien merité." Elizabeth might deprive him of the order, but not even her imperious word had the power to undo knighthood so honourably and legally conferred by the most chivalrous and valiant king then living. His design to go to St. Thomé was altered, for while on the coast of Guinea the water from the heavens did stink, and in six hours turned into maggots;" so he changed his course to America, where he took the city of St. Jago, and kept it for two days and nights with 280 men (whereof 80 were wounded in the service) against 3000 Portuguese; after which he sailed to the Isle of Fuego, "a very small isle, with a very high hill in the midst that continually burneth, invincible by nature." This expedition seems to have proved unfavourable. He took Jamaica and several towns; but, not meeting with all the wealth that was expected, he was deserted by the ships that had accompanied him, and obliged to return to England the following year, 1597. In the winter of 1598 or 1599, we again find him in pursuit of more honour and renown. Probably he did not find the tongue of his wife had become sweeter or her temper gentler since his absence; and so, finding domestic peace denied, he sought forgetfulness of troubles like these in a life of enterprise abroad; probably from the home of discord he sought refuge in the paternal house at Wiston. There, the stirring tales he had to tell, the wild and romantic adventures and wondrous narratives of strange lands, so worked upon the mind and ima gination of his young brother Robert, that, when Sir Anthony once more bade the good old knight of Wiston farewell, he, too, left his home and friends and accompanied his brother. The elder brother, Sir Thomas, had been early instructed in military discipline, and, having had a command of 300 men in Holland, had there behaved with so much gallantry that he had been knighted by Lord Willoughby. It is easy to imagine what must have been the reluctance of the aged father to see his home thus rendered desolate, and one may suppose that he did not, without grievous misgivings, see his truant Anthony carry away his youngest, perhaps his favourite, boy, who he might have hoped would be contented to remain and be the comfort and the prop of his declining years. The expedition on which Sir An |