Thos. Puleston, May 21st (eldest son of Sir Roger Puleston, of Emral). Rich. Clayton, June 11th. Eubule Lloyd, (of Penyllan,) July 2nd. Robtt. Ellis, July 23rd. W. Wms. Wynn, (of Wynnstay,) Augt. 13th Jno. Puleston, (of Pickhill,) Sep. 3rd. Thos. Eyton, (of Leeswood,) Sep. 24th. Wm. Edwards, Oct. 15th Thomas Holland, Nov. 6th. Ken Eyton, (of Eyton,) Nov. 26th. Phil. Egerton, (of Oulton,) Dec. 17th. Jno. Robinson, (of Gwersyllt,) Jany. 8th. Geo. Shackerly, (of Gwersyllt,) Jany. 29th. Robt. Davies, (of Gwyssany,) Feb. 19th. John Puleston, (of Hafod y Wern,) March 13th. Broughton Whitehall, (of Broughton,) April 3rd. Wm. Hanmer, April 24th, 1724.” In the second volume of the same Journal, {12} a tale was published anonymously, that exhibited considerable ability, and was especially interesting from the circumstance of its introducing the hero, Meredith Alynton, to the members of the Cycle Club, that was supposed to have assembled for one of its meetings at Wynnstay, the princely residence of Sir Watkin Wynn. In the description of this scene, the author has very agreeably and skilfully blended fact with fiction, and has introduced into this portion of the tale two remarkably interesting songs, that are stated to have been veritable Jacobite relics, and which were then printed for the first time. It is believed that they were written specially for the Cycle Club; and, at the time of their publication, the MSS. had been in the possession of Owen Ellis, Esq., a descendant of one of the original members of the Club, and his ancestors, for upwards of a century. As those songs are curious, and very little known, they are here reprinted. OF QUARRELS, AND CHANGES, AND CHANGELINGS, I SING. Of quarrels, and changes, and changelings, I sing, Of courtiers and cuckolds, too; God save the King! Now Munster’s fat grace lies in somebody’s place, And hopeful and so forth are turned out to grass; O, G—e, thou’st done wisely to make such a pother Between one German w—e and the son of another. Now that son of another, so stubborn and rusty, Is turn’d out of doors, and thy favors, most justly, Since he was so unwise as his child to baptize, He may e’en thank himself if you bastardize. For there ne’er would have been all this wrangling work, If, instead of a Christian, he had bred him a Turk. The youth that so long had dwelt under thy roof, Might sure have found out, by many a good proof, That you ne’er were so mild as to be reconciled, If once you’re provok’d, to man, woman, or child. But, alas, for poor England, what hopes can be had From a prince not so wise as to know his own dad!