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 12 s. viii. JUNE is, 1921.] NOTES AND QUERIES. 491 CHOLERTON. Could any reader inform me as to the derivation of the surname Choler- ton ; also as to the origin of the villages of Chollerton and Chollerford in Northumber- land, six miles north of Hexham. L. S. C., Jnr. PLUME MANTLINGS m HERALDRY. I should be grateful if any one could tell me whether 1642 was the earliest date when plume mantlings were introduced into shields of arms, and whether any specimens are known with a crest. I have only come across one instance with a crest upon old silver, &c., after searching for some years, and that is of the Servington'Savery family of Wilts and Devon. LEONARD C. PRICE. Essex Lodge, Ewell. AUTHOR OF QUOTATION WANTED. 1. I am told these lines appeared in a newspaper : "These nobly played their parts, these heard the call, For God and King and home these gave their all. All ye who pass in quest of peaceful hours Strew here the fragrance of memorial flowers. Behold the price at which those hours were bought, The silent tribute of a grateful thought." G. H. J. 2. I should be glad to find the name of the author (and also that of his poem) in which the following lines occur : " And though her sons are scattered, and her daughters weep apart. While desolation like a pall weighs do each faithful heart. As the palm beside the waters, as the cedar on the hills, She shall rise in strength and beauty when the Lord Jehovah wills." W. T. HEWITT. Weelsby Old Hall, Grimsby. 3. Below is a quotation which I believe is from Kipling. I seem to have exhausted the sources of the Chicago Public Library without finding it in any of R. K.'s published verse. I believe it may have been contributed by him for a war poster or something of the sort. Could any reader tell me where and under what circum- stances it was written or published ? " It ain't the guns nor armaments, Nor funds that we can pay, But the close cooperation That makes them win the day ! It ain't the individual. Nor the army as a whole, But the everlasting teamwork Of every bloomin' soul." CECIL K. EASTMAN. Replies;. DOMENICK AXGELO'S BURIAL-PLACE. (12 S. vii. 249.) THE long-sought grave of the founder of the once-famous Angelo School of Fencing is in the parish church of Windsor. I am indebted to the kindness of Mr. E. W. Stone of Eton College for a copy of the inscription which is to be seen on a tablet in the porch of the church, and which runs as follows : [Top INSCRIPTION.] Near this place lie the Remains of DOMINICO ANGELO Esqr who having enjoyed during a long Life the respect and Love of all, who knew ' him, died, as universally lamented, on the ! llth day of July 1802 aged 85. also [in a vault beneath the Organ Loft ELIZABETH ANGELO, Relict of-D. ANGELO Esqr, died on the [BOTTOM INSCRIPTION.] To the memory of SOPHIA ANGELO daughter ! of the above DOMINICO and ELIZABETH ANGELO. Died April 15th 1847, aged 89. As Domenic's wife, Elizabeth, in her will, dated July 13, 1802, and May 24, 1804, expressly directs that she should be buried " in the same grave as my dear husband," it is not unlikely that he also lies "in the vault beneath the organ loft " if the organ loft occupies the same position as it did in 1804. The Sophia Angelo herein also remem- bered was that Florella Sophia Angela Tremamondo, whose early friendship with the Prince of Wales, afterwards George IV., secured for her a Dameship at Eton while she was still scarcely 18 years of age, a position which she enjoyed for over 70 years. It was a fashion in those days, a fashion which lingered well into Victorian times, for intimate friends to correspond with each other in long-resounding heroics. ! For the copy of such an epistle from Sophia Angelo herself I have to thank the owner of the original MS., and as, apart from its feminine frivolities, it contains matter of real interest, I am permitted to use it, so herewith I send it for publication in ' N. & Q.' LETTER FROM [Miss ANGELO TO Miss , LONDON. Eton, November 22nd, 1818. My sweetest of Friendsjso the poor Queen is dead I cried for so long that my eyes are quite red Poor thing ! but no matter she's gone to her rest And at length I^must think how I'm to be drest
 * llth Day of January 1805, aged 65.