“Extra” at Harrow is a punishment which consists of writing out grammar for two and a half hours under the supervision of a master. The word extra at the “Shop” already mentioned is corrupted into “hoxter.” The hoxter consists in the painful ordeal of being compelled to turn out of bed at an early hour, and march up and down with full equipment under the watchful eye of a corporal. Again, we have here the suggestive terms: “greasers,” for fried potatoes; “squish,” for marmalade; “whales,” for sardines; “vaseline,” for honey; “grass,” for vegetables; and to be “roosted” is to be placed under arrest; whilst “to q.” means to qualify at the term examination. Here a man who is vexed or angry “loses his shirt” or his “hair;” at Shrewsbury he is “in a swot;” and at Winchester “front.” At the latter school a clique or party they term a “pitch up;” the word “Johnnies” (newly joined at Sandhurst, termed also “Johns,”) being sometimes used with a like signification by young officers, and the inquiry may occasionally be heard, “I say, old fellow, any more Johnnies coming?” FIFTEENTH CENTURY. LE JARGON OU JOBELIN DE MAISTRE FRANÇOIS VILLON. BALLADE III. Spélicans, Qui, en tous temps, Avancez dedans le pogois Gourde piarde, Et sur la tarde, Desboursez les povres nyois, Et pour soustenir vostre pois, Les duppes sont privez de caire, Sans faire haire, Ne hault braiere, Mais plantez ils sont comme joncz, Pour les sires qui sont si longs. Souvent aux arques A leurs marques, Se laissent tous desbouser Pour ruer, Et enterver Pour leur contre, que lors faisons La fée aux arques respons. Vous ruez deux coups, ou bien troys, Aux gallois. Deux, ou troys Mineront trestout aux frontz, Pour les sires qui sont si longs. Et pource, benars Coquillars, Rebecquez vous de la Montjoye Qui desvoye Votre proye, Et vous fera de tout brouer, Pour joncher et enterver, Qui est aux pigeons bien cher; Pour rifler Et placquer Les angels, de mal tous rondz Pour les sires qui sont si longs. ENVOI. De paour des hurmes Et des grumes, Rassurez vous en droguerie Et faerie, Et ne soyez plus sur les joncz, Pour les sires qui sont si longs. TRANSLATION. Police spies, who at all times drink good wine at the tavern, and at night empty poor simpletons’ purses, and to provide for your extortions silly thieves have to part with their money, without complaining or clamouring, yet they are planted in jail, like so many reeds, to be plucked by the gaunt hangmen.