Granville's moving lays _Past._ i. 46 Granville commands, &c. _Wind. For._ 5 Granville could refuse to sing, what Muse for " 6 Granville sings, or is it " 282 Granville of a former age, Surrey the " 292 Granville's verse recite, the thoughts of God let " 425 Granville's Myra die, till _Epist. to Jervas_ 76 Granville the polite _Prol. to Sat._ 135
Is this a hint worthy the notice of Mr. Croker, Mr. P. Cunningham, or Mr. John Murray, whose joint labours promise us a new edition of Pope?
V. Roscoe and Croly give _four_ poems on _Gulliver's Travels_. Why does Mr. Carruthers leave out the _third_? His edition appears to contain (besides many additions) all that all previous editors have admitted, with the exception of this _third_ Gulliver poem, the sixteen additional verses to Mrs. Blount on leaving town, the verses to Dr. Bolton, and a fragment of eight lines (perhaps by Congreve); which last three are to be found in Warton's edition.
[Footnote 3: These lines are quoted in the fourth edition of the _Ency. Britan._, art. BONONCINI, and are said to have been written by Swift. Only the last two lines, however, are given in Scott's edition of his _Works_.--ED.]
_Churching._--A woman in this village, when going to church for the first time after the birth of her child, keeps to the same side of the road, and no persuasions or threats would induce her to cross it. She wears also upon that occasion a pair of new boots or shoes, so that the mothers of large families patronise greatly the disciples of St. Crispin. I should much like to know if this twofold superstition is prevalent, and how it first originated.
_Bees._--There is not one peasant I believe in this village, man or woman, who would sell you a swarm of bees. To be guilty of selling bees is a grievous omen indeed, than which nothing can be more dreadful. To barter bees is quite a different matter. If you want a hive, you may easily obtain it in lieu of a small pig, or some other equivalent. There may seem little difference in the eyes of enlightened persons between selling, and bartering, but the superstitious beekeeper sees a grand distinction, and it is not his fault if you don't see it too.
When a hive swarms, it is customary to take the shovel from the grate, and the key from the door, and to produce therewith a species of music which is supposed to captivate and soothe the winged tribe. If the bees do not settle on any neighbouring tree where they may have the full benefit of the inharmonious music, they are generally assailed with stones. This is a strange sort of proceeding, but it is orthodox, and there is nothing the villagers despise more than modern innovations of whatever kind.