12 s. ix. OCT. 22, 1921.] NOTES AND QUERIES. 325 on Friars Walls, where between four and five years later he died. This house formed part of an extensive property, which seems to have included the whole or most of the space on which the Friars Minors' monastery and grounds formerly were. It passed into the possession of Peckitt by the will of Thomas Rawson, and covered nearly two thousand yards in area with a frontage on the river of fifty-six yards, and included three houses, two large gardens with fruit- trees, and surrounded by walls. Much of the ground was sold by Miss Peckitt and is now covered by Peckitt Street, Tower Street and adjacent terraces and buildings. Nothing of the original houses now remains except the brick summer-house which stands in what was once part of the artist's garden. This little building has a most beautiful plaster ceiling with figures and ornament executed with great skill. In the door is some of Peckitt 's glass representing William III. The whole of the property was offered for sale by Mrs. Peckitt as a factory site in 1802, probably on behalf of her daughter Harriot, to whom Peckitt bequeathed it in his will. The advertise- ment in The York Herald for June 5, 1802, which gives a full description of the property, announced that it was to be offered "to- gether or in lots." It was evidently sold piecemeal, the artist's own house, called Friar House, being the last to fall into the hands of the builders for pulling down. This did not occur until after the death of Miss Peckitt in 1866. Besides the above, Peckitt also owned two small cottages in Marygate near Bootham, as appears by his will, but these were only of small value. JOHN A. KNOWLES. (To be continued.) PASSING STRESS. (See 12 S. ix. 241, 263, 283, 303.) WAS it from poet's licence, and from poet's love of sound, that ' Endymion,' also about the same time, had and the mass Of Nature's lives and wonders pulsed tenfold To feel this sunrise and its glories old ? Scott could let out more of his Scottish pride or satisfaction in Flora Maclvor singing to Waverley : The bloodless claymore is but redden' d with rust. Who could so swing a mere claymore ? There is more of sound than of the needed sense in the mid-nineteenth century ' Angel "n the House,' with I feign'd her won the mind finite Puzzled and fagg'd by stress and strain.* But again both sound and sense in ' Thyrsis* then : Too quick despairer, wherefore wilt thou go ? Soon will the high Midsummer pomp come on. Perhaps, " hovering accent." Is it forcing to a rhyme to write Bridges' s Elegy' (1890): Within the peach-clad walls that old outlaw The Roman wolf scratches with privy paw ? Not so in Taylor's ' Philip van Artevelde * I. vii. 9) : In the oak chair old Ursel sat upright. Nor so in Swinburne's ' Les Noj^ades ' : Judge, when they open the judgment-roll I will stand upright before God and pray. Nor in Newman's ' Dream of Gerontius ' : Pure and upright in his integrity. Then William Morris, in ' King Arthur's Tomb ' : Queen Guenevere, uncertain as sunshine In March ; forgive me ! for my sin being such, About my whole life, all my deeds did twine. And in ' The Life and Death of Jason ' (i. 113): To see the war-horse in the red torch-light. Ib. ii. 630 : Turning the sunny day to murk midnight.
- In that poet Patmore's ' Victories of Love '
(1863), xiii., there is the exceptional " And upset home for your sole whim." Ib. ii. 16 : " Darken or lighten towards my unseen face." And thus Keble, ' All Saints' Day ' : " God's unseen armies hovering round." And Swinburne's ' Bothwell,' II. i. : " It may be flight were no such unwise mean." And Mangan's ' The Warning Voice ' : " Your faith and worth Will be History soon, And their stature stand forth In the unsparing Noon." And Morris's ' Jason ' (i. 288) : " Holding within her hand an unstrung bow." And ii. 121 : " And iron-hilted sword, and uncouth weed." But so the other poets, to our day, anxious for the meaning of the preposition ; as Bridges's ' Prometheus ' ; impure, outrun : " If any here there be whose impure hands." " Lest their accomplishments should outrun mine." And Rupert Brooke's ' Great Lover ' : " a star That outshone all the suns of all men's days."
