A. remarks, "The church of Bluntesham, Hunts, is remarkable for a triple-gabled apse, which is not noticed in the list contained in the Glossary published recently by Mr. Parker. The church is said to have been engraved by Vertue in 1740. Can any of the readers of the Gentleman's Magazine refer A. to a copy, or furnish any notice of the church and the remarkable apse in question?"

The Bishop of New Zealand writes, "In visiting the mission station at the Mua, I came to a GIGANTIC OVAVA TREE at the head of the lagoon, which runs deep into the middle of Tongatabu. The ovava resembles the banian in its mode of growth; the young tree, as it grows, striking feelers down into the ground, which by degrees become consolidated into one enormous trunk. My native guide and I measured the girth of the tree, and found it twenty-five fathoms. The roots on one side run down into the shallow water of the lagoon, over which enormous limbs stretch out, no longer needing the support of the clustered roots, but seemingly as strong and independent as the oak itself."

In answer to an inquiry in our Magazine for April last respecting the period of the decease of REAR-ADMIRAL SIR ROBERT LONG, a supposed resident in the parish of St. George's, Hanover-square, H. G. confirms the latter supposition from a tomb in the burial-ground of that parish, situate in the Bayswater-road, commemorative of Admiral Long and others. He died" the 28th of June, 1771, aged 84." He is not there or elsewhere designated as a knight; therefore the prefix of "Sir" must be erroneous. BURNT YATES, near Ripley, in Yorkshire (where he founded a free school, the library of which is said to possess portraits of himself and wife), is an amusing instance of the rapid corruption and change in the names of places, it having but recently been styled Bond (or Bound) gates, from its having formerly been one of the ancient boundaries of the forest of Knaresborough.

H. G. also points out a mistake in a reference to Godwin, in elucidation of Dr. Bromet's statement given in our number for July, p. 60, relating to the tomb of a Bishop of Exeter, at Florence, inscribed, "H. J. JOHANNES CATRIX," &c. It is there declared to be Bishop Carey's, but was evidently intended for that of his predecessor in the respective sees of Lichfield and Exeter, if not also in the position of Ambassador from the English court, John Catherike, alias Catryk, otherwise

Ketterich, as the name is variously spelt, whose death is recorded to have taken place in December, 1419, whilst that of Bishop Carey (whose Christian name was James not John) occurred in the March following 1419-1420. This statement is further confirmed by the armorial charges discernible on the tomb-being three cats; a chevron between three cats being the usual coat of Catterich-unless the lions of England, usually borne by our ambassadors at that period, have been mistaken for the paternal family arms. Izacke, in his Antiquities of Exeter, has placed the burial of Bishop Ketterich, in lieu of his death, at Avignon, and Bishop Carey's at Florence, and has assigned to the former another bearing (also a coat of Catterich), viz. On a fesse three quatrefoils, both essentially differing from the well-known coat of Carey,-three roses on a bend.

J. G. R. writes, "I have copied below a few manuscript verses, &c. which I find on the last page of a book in my possession printed by Vautrollier in 1585. The words in Italic are doubtful. The note in prose will remind the reader of the story told of Alleyne, the founder of Dulwich College.

"Certaine Players at Exeter acting upon the stage the tragicall storie of Dr. Faustus the Conjurer; as a certain nomber of Devels kept everie one his circle there, and as Faustus was busie in his magical invocations, on a sudden they wer all dasht, every one harkning other in the eare, for they were all perswaded there was one devell too many amongst them; and so after a little pause desired the people to pardon them, they could go no further with this matter: the people also understanding the thing as it was, every man hastened to be first out of dores. The players (as I heard it) contrarye to their custome spending the night in reading and in prayer got them out of the towne the next morning."

The painted peacock priding in his Taile Singes nothing like the little Nightingaile, Nor with the Black-bird may compaire for note,

A sillye bird and clad in simple cote.

Redeeme the time was once the rule of Paul, But Sell the time is now the trade of all; They sell men time, and men untimely kill, They sell men time and tenants yet at-will.

The spirit of Malte how leades it some amis, The same how like to Ignis fatuus is;

I have the proofe and beare it yet in minde, And maryaile how a man could be so blind.

IN an article inserted in the Magazine for June last, respecting Sir Thomas Wyatt and Bishop Bonner, I alluded to some information about Sir Thomas Wyatt contained in a volume of papers relating to various members of his family, to which access had been kindly given me by its possessor the Rev. Bradford D. Hawkins. I stated, at the same time, that I should probably, in a future paper, communicate some further particulars respecting the Wyatts, derived from that volume and from some other sources. I now proceed to perform my promise. The Wyatts, or "Wiats," for that was the in which they spelt their way Yorkshire name, were originally a family. Sir Henry Wyatt, the father of the poet, was the first of them who settled at Allington Castle, near Maidstone, in Kent. He was in the service of Henry VII. and his sufferings consequent on his fidelity to that king before his attainment of the throne gave occasion to a picturesque anecdote, which is thus related in the Wyatt MS. in the possession of Mr. Hawkins.

"He was imprisoned often; once in a cold and narrow tower, where he had neither bed to lie on, nor clothes sufficient to warm him, nor meat for his mouth.

He had starved there had not God, who sent a crow [raven?] to feed his prophet, sent this his and his country's martyr a cat both to feed and warm him. It was his own relation unto them from whom I had it. A cat came one day down into the dungeon unto him, and as it were offered herself unto him. He was glad of her, laid her in his bosom to warm him,

and, by making much of her, won her love. After this she would come every day unto him divers times, and, when she could get one, bring him a pigeon. He complained to his keeper of his cold and short fare. The answer was, 'he durst not better it.' But,' said Sir Henry, 'if I can provide any, will you promise to dress it for me?' 'I may well enough,' said he, the keeper,' you are safe for that matter;' and being urged again, promised him and kept his promise, dressed for him, from time to time, such pigeons as his accator the cat provided for him. Sir Henry Wyat in his prosperity for this would ever make much of cats, as other men will of their spaniels or hounds; and perhaps you shall not find his picture any where but, like Sir Christopher Hatton with his dog, with a cat beside him.”*

But the hero of this pleasant tale went through worse sufferings for his master than those which were alleviated by his friendly cat. It is said that he was subjected to torture, which was inflicted

by an instrument called the barnacles, which is placed by farriers on the upper lip of a horse in order to terrify and keep him quiet under the operation of bleeding. The memory of this fact is heraldically preserved in an addition to the arms borne by this branch of the Wyatts, namely, a pair of barnacles argent, the ring which unites them or; and Sir Henry transmitted the tradition in certain carpets which he caused to be manufactured, in which the figure of the barnacles was eminently conspicuous. In 1735 one of these carpets was in the possession of Francis Wyatt, heir of the family, and then seated at Quex in the isle of Thanet.

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On one occasion, after Sir Henry had submitted to this torture, his descendant informs us that he was amined" by Richard III. Wyatt," said the tyrant, "why art thou such a fool? Thou servest for moonshine in the water. Thy master is a beggarly fugitive. Forsake him and become mine. I can reward thee, and I swear unto thee I will." "Sir," was his answer, "If I had first chosen you for my master, thus faithful would I have been to you, if you should have needed it; but the earl, poor and unhappy though he be, is my master, and no discouragement or allurement shall ever drive or draw me from him, by God's grace."

When the standard of the fugitive earl floated on the field of Bosworth, Wyatt found means to join it, and on its success discovered that he had served for something more substantial than moonshine in the water. He was appointed a gentleman of the privychamber, and

"In his attending on him the king oft demanded how he thrived. His answer was, his studies were to serve his majesty. Said the king, "Thy meaning is, then, I should study to make thee thrive; and thou sayest well, but the kings, my predecessors, weakening their treasure, have made themselves servants to their subjects.

"Yet," continues the family chronicler, "yet helped he him;" and he explains that he did so in a very characteristic manner, by lending him occasionally as much as a thousand pounds, probably at low interest, and on strict days of payment, by which means Wyatt was enabled to buy land. "The fruits of all were," that he was raised, "from a private gentleman, to a

In the midst of this favour Wyatt retained the unselfish simplicity of his devotion to the royal service, and was bold enough even to admonish his stern master when he thought his conduct "not for his worship" proofs of which the historian before us declares that he had seen. A portion of a letter contained in Mr. Hawkins's volume proves that Wyatt was employed in some temporary service of trust and confidence in the northern counties.

Such a man might well be the father of a hero. Nor was his wife less qualified by personal character to impart energy and fearlessness to her offspring. She was Anne, daughter of John Skinner esquire, of Reigate, in the county of Surrey. The domestic chronicler records, that whilst her husband was absent, in attendance at the court, she kept up a liberal hospitality at Allington Castle. "Lady Wyatt and her house" were celebrated throughout the county, Sir Henry being so seldom there, that some even of his neighbours were scarcely acquainted with him. The absence of the master seems to have encouraged the people round about to take liberties with the establishment; but probably Sir Henry would have been found easier to deal with in such matters than his intrepid lady. Amongst other persons who invaded the peace of Lady Wyatt's establishment was the abbot of the neighbouring abbey of Boxley, then principally celebrated for that marvellous piece of mechanism which is still remembered by the name of the wonderful rood. The abbot, as we are told in our MS. "coming often unto her house, and sometimes [naughty abbot!] playing his pranks there," the dragon of a lady, hearing of the abbatial peccadilloes "set a watch upon him," and, as illluck would have it, master abbot "was taken in the manour." Such an attack upon the reputation of her household constituted an unpardonable offence in the estimation of Lady Wyatt, and without judge or jury, and in