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 NOTES AND QUERIES. [n s. x. JULY 25, 191*.

child, and that, having weak ankles, she was carried downstairs on a chair to her sitting- room.

Bibliography. Although Chapel House is not named in either, there are two works which give the local atmosphere as it was in the eighteenth century. One is Miss Sturge Henderson's ' Three Centuries in North Oxfordshire ' (Oxford, 1902), and the other the Transactions of the North Oxford- shire Archaeological Society. The only illustration of Chapel House is in C. G. Harper's ' The Inns of Old England,' vol. ii., facing p. 102. The picture is not by. any means exact, and omits the bake- house and the brew-house and the cottages which take the place of the stables, and into which some of the windows formerly in the inn have been built. Mr. Harper gives a good account of the inn in his narrative. Mr. H. A. Evans in ' Highways and Byways in Oxford and the CotswoJds,' pp. 382-3, is interesting, but, I think, inadequate. Excellent is the Rev. John Jordan's ' Paro- chial History of Enstone,' 1857, one of the first parish histories to be written on lines which have since been followed by others.

Much about Chapel House as an inn in the eighteenth century would probably be found in Jackson's Oxford Journal. Mr. Mordaunt of Doughty Street, W.C., started an Index to this valuable Journal, but I believe only one part was ever issued. Brasenose College owns property in the immediate neighbourhood of the inn, and in the MSS. of that College the names of former owners of the inn might be found. A. L. HUMPHREYS.

187, Piccadilly, W.

Archdeacon Hutton in his ' Burford Papers,' 1905, p. 113, says that the old inn at Chapel House was, according to tradition, a rendezvous for Jacobite plotters. Some seventy years ago Chapel House was one of three sites the other two were Swalcliffe Park and the Manor House, Sibford which were inspected and deliberated upon by members of the Society of Friends with a view to the establishment of a school. Ultimately, Sibford Ferris was chosen, and there the Friends' School was established in 1842, under the headship of Richard and Rebecca Routh, parents of the well-known scholar Dr. Routh. G. L. APPERSON.

Chapel House was about a mile to the north- east of Chipping Norton, on the main road. The famous inn and posting-house there was at one period called " The Shakespeare's Head," and a quarter of a century later than

the date mentioned by the querist frequently enjoyed the patronage of the Regent.

In 1852 the house was shorn of its principal glories, and only the old tap-room survived as a roadside public -house, under the title of "The Royal." BKADSTOW.

' To ONE IN PARADISE ' (11 S. ix. 511). The full stanza runs :

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams !

The person apostrophized is, presumably, nobody specially, this being in Poe's manner " Une erotomanie necrophilique, follement faite de platonisme ethere et de materialisme superstitieux," as E. Lauvriere calls it. The original of the stanza is :

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airb Kvaveov ffrl\{ifi piirJi 7ro56s ePre

jroouri alOepLourtv, irap riffi dOavaroiffi ;

H. H. JOHNSON.

OCTOPUS, VENUS'S EAR, AND WHELK (11 S. ix. 128, 173, 216, 276, 434). The following instruction is given in the sixty-second tome (which was written in A.D. 1825) of Count Matsura's ' Koshi Yawa ' :

" To heal a burn or scald. Put lukewarm water in a Venus's-ear shell, and repeatedly rub the inside of the latter with a piece of flint. Then the water would turn white, as if rice was washed in it. Apply this to the afflicted part, and see that it is instantaneously cured."

This recipe appears to be endemically a Japanese one, no Chinese work on medicine mentioning it so far as I know.

KUMAGUSU MlNAKATA. Tanabe, Kii, Japan.

THE BATHOS IN FRENCH VERSE : EDMOND ROSTAND (11 S. ix. 466 ; x. 72). The follow- ing is from The Times of 1 Dec., 1900 :

" There is one thing, however, which I [i.e., the Paris correspondent] regret, namely, a poem on Mr. Kruger in the Figaro by M. Rostand, the author of 'Cyrano de -Bergerac' and 'L'Aiglon.' The verses mean nothing, and are tedious, hollow, and devoid of real enthusiasm, but they sadden me because they betray a faltering pen, a laboured inspiration, and at times a disconcerting vulgarity.