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tablets of her family had been smashed and the
coffins laid bare, but there was no little niche
to show where the lady's heart had been."
I gather from the context that the scene of this ghoulish German outrage is near St. Quentin. Can any light be thrown upon the history of this lady whose heart had separate burial ? Perhaps some of your French readers may throw light on the subject. J. HARRIS STONE.
Oxford and Cambridge Club, S.W.
MICHAEL SMITH, D.D. (12 S. iii. 229). In The Gentleman's Magazine for August, 1787, vol. Ivii. p. 675, two epitaphs are given from the cloister at Emanuel College, Cambridge. One of these is of Dr. Michael Smith, as follows :
M. S.
Michaelis Smith S.T.P. In agro Dunelmensi nati
Ecclesia? de Freckenham in Com. Suff. rectoris, Viri comis, benevoli, justi
Qui
in hoc Collegium cooptatu* Qnod beneficiis non vulgaribus sibi devinxerat,
Amoris ergo
corpus suum in hoc portico humari voluit. Obiit 6 to Maii A.D. 1773, . 53.
187 Piccadilly, W.
A. L. HUMPHREYS.
UVEDALE, CARY, AND PRICE FAMILIES
(12 S. iii. 91). Uvedale Price, the son of
Robert Price, Baron of the Exchequer, went
up frcm St. Paul's School to St. John's
College, Cambridge, as a Pensioner, and was
entered of that college, aged 18, on Jan. 12,
1703, as having been born at Foxley,
Herefordshire. A man of this name died
in 1764 (Gent. Mag., p. 147). Can any
reader of 'X. & Q.' give me any more
information concerning him ?
MICHAEL F. J. MCDONNELL.
Bathurst, Gambia, British West Africa.
' THE ADVENTURES OF A POST CAPTAIN ' : 'JOHNNY XEWCOME IN THE NAVY' (12 S. iii. 70, 172, 283). In reply to MR. A. WILLIAMS' s query as to the authorship of ' Johnny Xewcome in the Xavy,' John Mitford v (1782-1831) published that book in 1818 under the pseudonym of " Alfred Burton." Mitford seems to have been a somewhat disreputable individual, living mostly on liquid refreshment, his publisher purposely keeping him short of money as the only way to make him work. Most of his literary efforts were anonymous, and as the later ones were libellous, it seems to have been necessary for him (or his publisher) to
hide his identity. The ' D.N.B.' eays that
" he lost the power of distinguishing truth
from falsehood, " and was " ragged and
filthy in his person." He died in St. Giles's
Workhouse, and was buried in the graveyard
of St. Dunstan's, Fleet Street.
ARCHIBALD SPARKE, F.R.S.L.
Two CHARADES (12 S. iii. 298). The two riddles asked for are as follows :
Man cannot live without my first,
By day and night 'tis used ; My second is by all accurst,
By day and night abused ; My whole is never seen by day,
And never heard by night ; 'Tis dear to friends when far away,
But hated when in sight.
By S. Oxon. Answer, "Income-tax." See 9 S. i. 157.
The second charade is attributed also to Bishop Wilberforce, and should run thus : I'm the sweetest of voices in orchestra heard,
But yet in an orchestra never have been. I'm a bird of fine plumage, but less like a bird
Nothing in nature ever was seen. Touching earth, I expire ; in water I die ; Though I do not progress, I can run, swim, and fly. Darkness destroys me, and light is my death ; And I can't keep alive without stopping my breath. If my name can't be guessed by a boy or a man, By a girl or a woman it certainly can.
Answer is believed to be " Angel," in its threefold signification of (1) a heavenly being, (2) an old English coin, and (3) a fish. KATHLEEN WARD.
These are the riddles ST. S WITHIN seeks : Man cannot live without my first,
By day and night it's used ; My second is by all accursed,
By day and night abused ; My whole is never seen by day,
And never used by night ; Is dear to friends when far away,
But hated when in sight.
This is by Archbishop Whately, I believe, and the answer " Ignis-fatuus."
The second is : I'm the stoutest of voices in orchestra heard,
And yet in an orchestra never have been ; I'm a bird of bright plumage, yet less like a bird
Nothing in nature has ever been seen. Touching earth, I expire ; in water I die ; In air I lose breath, yet can swim and can fly ; Darkness destroys me, and light is my death ; You can't keep me alive but by stopping my
breath.
If I cannot be guessed by a boy or a man, By a girl or a woman I certainly can. This is said to be by Bishop Hamilton of Salisbury, but I have never met with any answer to it.
A. E. P. RAYMUND DOWLING.
Oxford and Cambridge Club.
