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 10 s. x. DEC. 19, loos.] NOTES AND QUERIES.

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Fawkes by jury was tried, who all did decide He should be hung on a gallows up high. Then his carcase they'd take, burn up at a stake And its ashes let with the wind fly.

Then remember, remember, the fifth of November,

And contribute an halfpenny to buy

Some crackers and rockets; with cash in our

pockets To-night we will pepper old Guy !

The concluding verse was a patriotic one, beginning

And also we '11 sing,

but I do not feel sure of the exact words that followed. HARRY HEMS.

KINGSLEY'S ' LORRAINE, LORRAINE, LOR- REE ' (10 S. x. 210, 278, 377, 452). The dis- cussion of the question of the origin of the refrain to this poem arose out of a query of mine which appeared at 7 S. xi. 387, in which I suggested a gipsy origin for it. Nothing that has since appeared, either at 7 S. xi. 479 ; 8 S. iii. 372, 496, or during the present discussion, throws any light

rn this. The fact I cited from the late Leland's ' Gypsy Sorcery ' seems, how- ever, to lend some colour to my suggestion. It is idle to say repeatedly that the refrain is a " circus song " ; the question is, How did it become such ? C. C. B.

AUTHORS OF QUOTATIONS WANTED (10 S. x. 368). There has been no answer as to " where to find the origin" of the line, 'Tis love that makes the world go round, neither am I able to give one. Some seventy years ago (about 1840) my brothers -and I used to sing the same, as under : Oh, 'tis Love, 'tis Love, 'tis Love,

That makes the world go round-a ; Every day, beneath its sway,

Fools old and young abound-a. Love often turns young ladies' hearts,

At which mammas will scold, sir ; So in revenge Love thinks it right To shoot sometimes the old, sir.

For, oh, 'tis Love, &c. With love some folk go mad ;

Love makes some folk thin, sir ; Some folk with love they are so bad, To the sea they will jump in, sir. For, oh, 'tis Love, <fcc.

There was also a French version, possibly the original, beginning

C'est 1' Amour, 1' Amour, 1' Amour, which, however, I forget. G. E. C.

Allusion to " the mueic of the spheres " (ante, pp. 408, 454) in English is far older than 1603 ; for it is very plainly expressed in Chaucer's ' Parliament of Foules,' 11. 59- 63, on which see my long note. I suspect

that one source of the references to it (ex- clusive of Cicero) was the Vulgate version of Job xxxviii. 37 " concent um caeli " where Wyclif has : " The singing of heuene who shal make to slepe." Cf. ' Merchant of Venice,' V. i. 60. WALTER W. SKEAT.

Now that we are commemorating Milton's Tercentenary, Stanza xii. from his ' Hymn on the Nativity ' ought to be added to the " music of the spheres " : Such musick (as 'tis said) Before was never made,

But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set,

And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.

JOHN PICKFORD, M.A.

The passage sought by A. G., ante, p. 448, commencing

It is too late ! Ah, nothing is too late

Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate,

occurs near the close of Longfellow's college address entitled ' Morituri Salutamus.'

A. WATTS. 13, Prestonville Road, Brighton.

Lucis, in his quotation about " pomp and prodigality " (ante, p. 448), is evidently thinking of a line in Gray's stanzas addressed to Bentley. The stanza containing this line is as follows :

But not to one in this benighted age

Is that diviner inspiration given

That burns in Shakespeare's or in Milton's page,

The pomp and prodigality of heaven.

W. B.

SURNAMES IN -ENG (10 S. x. 428). Has your correspondent referred to that in- valuable treasury, Canon Bardsley's ' Dic- tionary of Surnames ' ? WM. JAGGARD.

OVOCA OR AVOCA (10 S. x. 308, 397, 437). In line 3 of my quotation from Mr. Joyce's word should be Ovoca, not Avoca.
 * Irish Names of Places,' ante, p. 437, the

L. A, W.

Dublin.

HAMPSTEAD IN SONG (10 S. x. 187, 296, 377, 458). The future anthologist will look for a record of Mr. Albert Chevalier's song ' 'Appy 'Ampstead,' the refrain of which ran :

Oh ! 'Ampstead, 'appy, 'appy 'Ampstead, All the donahs look so nice (Talk about a Paradise !), &c.

EDWARD HERON-ALLEN.