*** On December 17, 1771, Junius wrote to his publisher: "When the book is finished let me have a set bound in vellum, gilt, and lettered Junius I. II., as handsomely as you can-the edges gilt; let the sheets be well dried before binding. I must also have two sets in blue paper covers." These copies

of the collected letters were sent to Junius. He received them. Where are they now? Perhaps their discovery a century or two hence in some old chest in a country house will put an end to the Junian controversy. In which case Sir Philip Francis's descendants will be able to congratulate themselves on the caution of their ancestor, who forbore to declare himself to be Junius. That Sir Philip in his latest years did not shrink from the explicit avowal of his identity with Junius, through apprehension of the injurious consequences of such an avowal on himself and family, is shown by the pains which he took to get credit for having been Junius. Among the significant "circumstances" of his case place must be given to his silence about the fate of the vellum-covered copy and blue-papered copies. To confirm his wife in her belief that he was Junius, he bequeathed to her a copy of "Junius Identified," but he did not leave her either of the two copies of the letters, or any statement of the reasons which rendered it impossible for him to reward her faith with so appropriate a memento. - Athe

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Impudent Counsel. A Fair Retort.-At the Assizes of Naas, a few years back, while Mr. Parsons was addressing the Court, an ass in the street happened to bray so loud as to interrupt the learned gentleman; whereupon the Judge, Lord Norbury, said, "one at a time, gentlemen-one at a time, if you please." This sally caused much merriment in the Court, but did not in the least discompose Mr. Parsons, who pursued the tenor of his discourse as if nothing of the kind had happened. was not, however, insensible to the merit of the joke, nor willing to let it go unrewarded; and an opportunity was soon afforded him of giving a "Roland for an Oliver." When his lordship was charging the jury, the same ass, who seemed fond of the vicinity of the Court, brayed again, and "deeper and deeper still." At this moment the Judge was so entirely taken up with the business in progress that he quite forgot his own joke, and, startled at the sound of Neddy's sweet voice, he hastily said, "what's that what noise is that?" "It's only the echo of the Court, my Lord," said Mr. Parsons, gravely. The justice and excellence of this retort were acknowledged by the loud and continued peals of laughter with which the Court resounded, and in which the Judge himself could not refrain from joining.

"The Perey Anecdotes."—Who were the compilers of this excellent collection, published about thirty years ago? UNEDA.

"The Percy Anecdotes.”—I have much pleasure in replying to the inquiries of Uneda. The Percy Anecdotes, published in forty-four parts, in as many months, commencing in 1820, were compiled by "Sholto and Reuben Percy, Brothers of the Benedictine Monastery of Mont Benger." So said the title-pages, but the names and the locality were suppose. Reuben Percy was Mr. Thomas Byerley, who died in 1824; he was the brother of Sir John Byerley, and the first editor of the Mirror, commenced by John Limbird in 1822. Sholto Percy was Mr. Joseph Clinton Robertson, who died in 1852; he was the projector of the Mechanic's Magazine, which he edited from its commencement to his death. The name of the collection of Anecdotes was not taken from the popularity of the Percy Reliques, but from the Percy Coffee-house in Rathbone Place, where Byerley and Robertson were accustomed to meet to talk over their joint work. The idea was, however, claimed by my clever master and friend, Sir Richard Phillips, who stoutly maintained that it originated in a suggestion made by him to Dr. Tilloch and Mr. Mayne, to cut the anecdotes from the many years' files of the Star newspaper, of which Dr. Tilloch was then editor, and Mr. Byerley assistant editor; and to the latter overhearing the suggestion, Sir Richard contested, might the Percy Anecdotes be traced. I have not the meins of ascertaining whether Sir Richard's claim is correct; and I should be equally sorry to reflect upon his statement as upon that of Mr. Byerley, my predecessor in the editorship of the Mirror. The Percy Anecdotes were among the best compilations of their day; their publisher, Mr. Thomas Boys, of Ludgate Hill, realized a large sum by the work; and no inconsiderable portion of their success must be referred to Mr. Boys" excellent taste in their production. The portrait illustrations, mostly engraved by Fry, were admirable. JOHN TIMBS

General Benedict Arnold.-Can any of the readers of the "N. & Q." inform me where General Arnold is buried? After the failure of his attempt to deliver up West Point to the English he escaped, went to England, and never returned to his native country. I have heard that he died about forty years ago near Brompton, England, and would be glad to have the date of his death and any inscription which may be on his tomb. W. B. R.

Philadelphia.

[General Arnold died 14th June, 1801, in the six y-first year of his age. His remains were interred on the 21st at Brompton.]

Derivation of "Canada."-I send you a cutting from an old newspaper, on the derivation of this word :

"The name of Canada, according to Sir John Barrow originated in the following circumstances: When the Portuguese, under Gasper Cortereal, in the year 1500, first ascended the great river St. Lawrence, they believed it was the strait of which they were in search, and through which a passage might be discovered into the Indian Sea. But on arriving at the point whence they could clearly ascertain it was not a strait but a river, they, with all the emphasis of disappointed hopes, exclaimed repeatedly, 'Canada !'-here nothing-words which were remembered and repeated by the natives on seeing Europeans arrive in 1534, who naturally conjectured that the word they heard employed so often must denote the name of the country.'

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HENRY H. BREEN.

Derivation of "Canada."-The derivation given in the "cutting from an old newspaper," contributed by Mr. Breen, seems little better than that of Dr. Douglas, who derives the name from an M. Cane, to whom he attributes the honor of being the discoverer of the St. Lawrence.

In the first place the "cutting" is not correct, in so far as Gaspar Cortereal never ascended the river, having merely entered the Gulf, to which the name of St. Lawrence was afterwards given by Jacques Cartier. Neither was the main object of the expedition the discovery of a passage into the Indian Sea, but the discovery of gold; and it was the disappointment of the adventurers in not finding the precious metal which is supposed to have caused them to exclaim "Aca nada!" (Nothing here.)

The author of the Conquest of Canada, in the first chapter of that valuable work, says that "an ancient Castilian tradition existed, that the Spaniards visited these coasts before the French," to which tradition probably this supposititious derivation owes its origin. Hennepin, who likewise assigns to the Spaniards priority of discovery, asserts that they called the land El Capo di Nada (Cape Nothing) for the same

reason.

But the derivation given by Charlevoix, in his Nouvelle France, should set all doubt upon the point at rest; Cannáda signifying, in the Iroquois language, a number of huts (un amas de cabanes), or a village. The name came to be applied to the whole country in this manner: The natives being asked what they called the first settlement at which Cartier and his companions arrived, answered, "Cannáda ;" not meaning the particular appellation of the place, which was Stadacóna (the modern Quebec), but simply a village. In like manner, they applied the same word to Hochelága (Montreal) and to other places; whence the Europeans, hearing every locality designated by the same term, Cannáda, very naturally applied it to the entire valley of the St. Lawrence. It may not here be out of place that with respect to the derivation of Quebec, the weight cf evidence would likewise seem to be favorable to an aboriginal source, as Champlain speaks of "la pointe de Québec, ainsi appellée des sauvages;" not satisfied with which some writers assert that the far-famed city was named after Candebec, a town on the Seine; while others

say that the Norman navigators, on perceiving the lofty headland, exclaimed, "Quel bec!" of which they believe the present name to be a corruption. Dissenting from all other authorities upon the subject, Mr. Hawkins, the editor of a local guidebook called the The Picture of Quebec, traces the name to a European source, which he considers to be conclusive, owing to the existence of a seal bearing date 7 Henry V. (1420), and on which the Earl of Suffolk, is styled, "Dominie de Hamburg et de Québec." ROBERT WRight.

"Gentlemen of the Pavement."-This phrase, used by Count Bismarck in December, 1870, scornfully to designate the Provisional Government of France, is of course a figurative expression common enough. "Etre sur le pavé" is to be houseless, on the streets. "Un batteur de pavé" is one who has, in our slang phrase, the "key of the street." The "Messieurs et Madames du pavé," those gentlemen and ladies whose respectability is of the smallest kind, almost in fact inappreciable. We too have some such slang in our tongue-i. e., "nymphs of the pave”—a phrase not noticed by the ingenious compiler of Hotten's Slang Dictionary. It is, however, curious to find an almost exact parallel to Bismarck's phrase, which in its contemptuous vigor struck the British public as something new, in the works of one of the most eloquent of our statesmen. In Burke's scathing attack upon some of his noble antagonists he uses a very similar phrase, e. g. :

"If I should fail in a single point I owe to the illustrious persons, I cannot be supposed to mean the Duke of Bedford and the Earl of Lauderdale, of the House of Peers, but the Duke of Bedford and the Earl of Lauderdale of Palace Yard! there they are on the pavement, there they seem to come nearer to my humble level."-Burke's Works, Bohn's edition, 1861, vol. v. p. 114. "A Letter to a Noble Lord." HAIN FRISWell.

74 Great Russell Street, Bloomsbury Square.

American Fisheries.-Almost from the first settlement of the colony of Massachusetts Bay, this has been a troublesome question; and now that it is under the consideration of the English and American governments, it is to be hoped that it may be finally settled.

In June 1623, a vessel arrived at Plymouth, Cape Cod, commanded by Admiral West, who had been sent from England for the sole purpose of preventing all persons, whether subjects of Great Britain or foreigners, from fishing on the coast, unless they had previously obtained permission for that purpose from the Council of New England. The Admiral meeting with much opposition, and finding he could not settle the question in an amicable manner, left Plymouth in disgust, and sailed for southern Virginia. The colonists then appealed to Parliament, and an act was passed that the fisheries should be free.

Query-In what year was this act passed, and has the permission then granted ever been annulled? Malta. W. W.

A LEGAL BROWBEATER.

A counsel in the Common Pleas,
Who was esteem'd a mighty wit,
Upon the strength of a chance hit
Amid a thousand flippancies,
And his occasional bad jokes

In bullying, bantering, brow breating,
Ridiculing and maltreating
Women or other timid folks,

In a late cause resolv'd to hoax A clownish Yorkshire farmer-one Who, by his uncouth look and gait, Appear'd expressly meant by Fate For being quizz'd and play'd upon. So having tipp'd the wink to those In the back rows,

Who kept their laughter bottled down

Until our wag should draw the cork, He smil'd jocosely on the clown,

And went to work.

"Well, Farmer Numscull, how go calves at York ?" "Why-not, sir, as they do wi' you,

But on four legs instead of two." "Officer !" cried the legal elf,

Piqu'd at the laugh against himself, "Do pray keep silence down below there." "Now look at me, clown, and attend,

Have I not seen you somewhere, friend?' "Yees-very like-I often go there." "Our rustic's waggish-quite laconic,"

The counsel cried with grin sardonic; "I wish I'd known this prodigy

This genius of the clods, when I
On circuit was at York residing-
"Now, Farmer, do for once speak true-
Mind, you're on oath, so tell me, you
Who doubtless think yourself so clever,
Are there as many fools as ever
In the West Riding?"
"Why no, sir, no; we've got our share,
But not so many as when you were there."

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Fourteen Lines omitted from "Comus.”—A mighty fuss was made the other day about some mediocre verses which certain people thought might possibly be Milton's, and over the discovery of which there was a wonderful flourish of trumpets. I beg to call the attention of these gentlemen to fourteen noble lines, undoubtedly the composition of the illustrious poet, which have been in print for nearly seventy years, but which were certainly unknown to Sir Egerton Brydges and Dr. Mitford, and to all other recent editors of the poet's works. They are found in the original MS. of the glorious masque of Comus, and follow after the first four lines, as printed below. In the MS. they are crossed through with a pen, evidently to point out that they were to be omitted in the representation. The opening speech, even after this excision, is inconveniently long for the stage. F. CUNNINGHAM.

"Comus, a Masque.

"Before the starry threshold of Jove's court
My mansion is, where trose immortal shapes
Of bright aerial spirits live insphered

In regions mild of ca m and serene air,
Amidst th' Hesperian gardens, on whose banks
Bedewed with nectar and celestial songs,
Eternal roses grow, and hyacinth,

And fruits of golden rind, on whose fair tree
The scaly harnessed dragon ever keeps
His unenchanted eye; around the verge
And sacred limits of this blissful isle,
The jealous ocean, that old river, winds
His far-extended arms, till with steep fall
Half his waste flood the wild Atlantic fills,
And half the slow unfathomed Stygian pool
But soft, I was not sent to court your wonder
With distant worlds, and strange removed climes.
Yet thence I come, and oft from thence behold
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot,
Which men call Earth," &c., &c.

Raleigh's History.-What is the story of Raleigh's burning the second volume of his History?-RECNAC.

[The story is this: A few days peviously to his death, Raleigh sent for Walter Burre, who printed his history; and asking him how the work had sold, received for answer, so 66 slowly that it had undone him." Upon which Sir Walter brought from his desk a continuation of the work to his own time, and throwing it into the fire said to Burre, "the second volume shall undo no more; this ungrateful world is unworthy of it." (Winstanley's Engl Worthies, p. 256.) There is, however, no satisfac tory authority for the truth of this anecdote; and it has been rejected by Arthur Cayley, and his other biographers.]

An Irish Angel.-Arthur M'E-y, a Dromara tailor, too prone to frequent public-houses, was about to disburden his conscience of some minor s'as by confession to his parish priest, without hinting in the slightest degree at his habit of drunkenness. The priest, however, began to lecture him on the tender point. "Reflect," added he, "that when you enter one of these wicked houses, your guardian angel stands outside weeping for the crimes you are perpetrating.' Ah, father," replied Arthur, "if he had a shilling in his pocket he would be in as well as myself."