A. B. C. A Blessed Change. D. E. F. D-- Every Foreigner. G. H. J. Get Home Jemmy. K. L. M. Keep Loyal Ministers. N. O. P. No Oppressive Parliaments. Q. R. S. Quickly Return, Stuart; and Quell Rebellious Subjects. T. U. W. Tuck Up Whelps (Guelfs). X. Y. Z. Exert Your Zeal. Your correspondents, myself among the number, in the case of Shenstone (Vol. vi., pp. 414. 465.), ought well to consider the narrow limits which can be afforded weekly in your pages, and not desire to insert in them what may be easily found elsewhere. Bishop Pursglove's epitaph, which fills an entire column at p. 135., has been given, 1. in the _Gentleman's Magazine_ for December 1794, p. 1101.; 2. in Lysons's _Derbyshire_; and 3. in the beautiful volume of monumental brasses published by the Cambridge Camden Society, where it is accompanied by a most interesting memoir. When some of your correspondents look with anxiety for the appearance of a Note and Query of three lines, and do not find it, this occupation of space is rather unreasonable, as well as needless. J. H. M. _Consecrators of English Bishops_ (Vol. vii., p. 132.).--I believe that the following is, as far as it goes, a correct answer to the Query of A. S. A. The bishops assisting the Primate were: Feb. 27, 1842, Lincoln and Llandaff; April 28, 1844, London, Bangor, Worcester; May 4, 1845, London, Lincoln, Lichfield, Rochester, Hereford, and Bishop Coleridge late of Barbadoes; July 5, 1846, London, Lichfield, Calcutta. The consecration of December 3, 1843, like all those before mentioned, took place in the archbishop's private chapel in Lambeth Palace. S. R. MAITLAND. _Chatham's Language_ (Vol. vii., p. 127.).--I suppose you will receive many answers to H. G. D.'s question, as to the authorship of the lines quoted by Lord Lansdowne; but "what is everybody's business is nobody's;" and, therefore, I venture to say that, with a slight difference, they are from Cowper's _Task_, b. ii. 235. I think {221} the whole passage ought to be embalmed in your pages amongst the other memorials of Wolfe: "Time was when it was praise and boast enough In every clime, and travel where we might, That we were born her children: _praise enough_ To fill the ambition of a private man, _That Chatham's language was his mother tongue,_ _And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own_. Farewell those honours, and, farewell with them The hope of such hereafter. They have fallen Each in his field of glory: one in arms, And one in council. Wolfe upon the lap Of smiling victory, that moment won, And Chatham, heart-sick of his country's shame. They made us many soldiers. Chatham still Consulting England's happiness at home, Secured it by an unforgiving frown, If any wrong'd her. Wolfe, where'er he fought, Put so much of his heart into his act, That his example had a magnet's force, And all were swift to follow whom all lov'd."