io»8. iv. SEPT. 9,1905.] NOTES AND QUERIES. 209 shire. Robert Whitcombe appears to hav had a son named Robert, who married hi first cousin on his mother's side, Saral: daughter of Sir Henry Gott, of Newlam Park, Buckinghamshire, and died at th Whittern, Lyonshall, 24 June, 1790. Hi widow married, secondly, also a first cousin Harford Jones, son of Harford Jones (win died 1798) and Winifred, another daughte of Richard Hooper, and had issue. Harforc Jones, Ambassador at the Court of Persia a Privy Councillor, was created a barone 9 October, 1807, and assumed 4 May, 1826 the additional surname of Brydges. He diec March, 1847, and is buried at Norton, nea Presteigne, Radnorshire. A Sir Samuel Whit combe, son of John Whitcombe, of Birts morton, Worcestershire, was at one time o Gloucester, afterwards of Blackheath, Kent and later resided in London. He died 4 June 1816, having married, at Dorton, Bucking hamshire, 7 May, 1792, Mary Aubrey, who died 19 August, 1843, and had issue at the least five sons and two daughters. In the late Col. J. L. Vivian's edition of the 'Visi- tations of Devonshire' is given the marriage on 1 January, 1793, of Milborough Anne, daughter of the Rev. John Huyslie. of Clis- tbydon, with Richard Whitcorabe, of Bolling- hain, Herefordshire. Can either or all of these families of Whitcombe be linked with the pedigrees in the Visitations of Essex, 1612 and 1C34, and of London, 1634 1 I shall be greatly indebted for information as to any of the name of Whitcorabe. REGINALD STEWART BODDINGTON. SHATFORD'S 'HISTRIOMASTIX.'— Charles Lee Lewes in his 'Memoirs' (1805, i. 95) makes allusion to an occasional theatrical journal, of a satirical nature, published in Dublin about the year 1773, and called presumably Histriomaitir. Shatford was apparently the prime mover in this. No copies are to be found in any Dublin library. Are any known to be extant ? ' W. J. L Dublin. "POP GOES THE WEASEL." (10th S. iii. 430, 491 ; iv. 54.) I SHOULD like to add that which may prove a concluding word concerning this curious phrase and song, about which there has been so much discussion of late. A copy of the song lies at my elbow as I write. In the first place the quatrain as quoted by various writers in various journals was never sung at the Grecian Saloon or Theatre at all— I fell into this error myself—though this is the general supposition. I copy the front page of the original song. Please note the spelling of the word that has puzzled so many:— Pop goes the Weazel Comic Song Written by W. R. Mandale And Sung with unbounded Applause at The Theatre Royal Sadlera Wells And Nightly at the Royal Oemorne Gardens By Mr. W. L. Edmonds And also by Mr. Austin at the London Concerts. London Joseph Williams 24, Berners Street W. It will be observed that there is no mention of the Grecian. Hereunder I give the words of the song in extenso. The title inside is ' Pop goes the Weasel,' so I presume " Weazel" to be an error on the part of the engraver. In ev'ry street, on ev'ry wall, In ev'ry lane with hoarding, In shop and stall, both great and small, In windows—on door boarding, Placarded high, and posted low, In letters large 1 see still, Where'er I turn, where'er 1 go, This " Pop goes the weasel." Tol de rol de riddle ol, " Pop goes the weasel." Tol de rol d« riddle ol, " Pop goes the weasel." Now folks who daily move about, And keep up locomotion, Of popping in a certain way Have got a tidy notion. The author pops his polyglot— The artist pops his easel— And Brown his boots and Green his coat, But who Pops the weasel ? I called upon a friend last week To ask an explanation Of this strange phrase, which now-a-days So charms the population. Quoth he, " I do apply it thus, My wife, sweet soul (ahem !), she's ill, Now if she pop off, what thenl of course, Then Pop goes my weasel." Not feeling satisfied with this Queer piece of information, I went unto Cremorne that night For a little recreation. While saunt'ring there a lady said, "Ma frent, sare if you please veel You comb join a partnaires wis me In Pop him go de veesel." " What is the meaning of this slang?" Cried I in desperation, When a pop bottle cork came bang On my bump of consternation :
