"WORTH.--_Weorthe_, Anglo-Saxon, a field, &c. _Worth_ means land, close, or farm. It does not necessarily imply any residence, although thereon might be a hall or mansion. It likewise sometimes means nothing more than road or public way. Hence it is connected with the names of many places on our old roads, as Ainsworth, Edgeworth, on the Roman military road to the north; Failsworth, Saddleworth, on the Roman military road from Manchester to York; Unsworth, Pilsworth, on the old road between Bury and Manchester; also Ashworth, Whitworth, Butterworth, on old roads, and connected with old places, near Rochdale. Whether originally land, closes, or farms, _worths_ were acquired properties. The old expression of 'What is he worth?' in those days meant, 'Has he land? Possesses he real property?' If he had secured a _worth_ to himself, he was called a _worthy_ person, and in consequence had _worship_, _i. e._ due respect shown him. A _worth_ was the reward of the free; and perchance the fundamentals of English freedom were primarily connected with such apparently trivial matters, and produced such a race of _worthies_ as the proud Greeks and haughty Romans might not be ashamed of. _Worth_ is pure Anglo-Saxon. The Scandinavians applied it not in their intercourse with our island." BROCTUNA. Bury, Lancashire. _Khond Fable_ (Vol. vii., p. 452.).--This fable is clearly from Lokman, of which the following is Helot's translation: "Une moustique se posa un jour sur la corne d'un taureau, et, pensant qu'elle pouvait etre trop lourde pour lui, elle lui dit: 'Si je te suis a charge, fais-le-moi savoir afin que je m'envole.' Le taureau lui repondit: 'Je ne t'ai point sentie au moment ou tu es descendue, je ne saurai pas davantage quand tu t'envoleras.' Cette fable regarde celui qui cherche a s'attribuer de l'honneur et de la gloire tandis qu'il est faible et meprisable." The sense of the Bull's reply in Arabic seems to be: "O you, whatever you are [_Ya hadi_], I did not know when you descended, nor shall I know when you take yourself off [_Taterin_]." A pointed reply, leaving the mosquito one horn of the dilemma. T. J. BUCKTON. Birmingham. The following lines by Prior immediately occurred to my mind on perusing J. C. R.'s interesting note. The points of resemblance between the two fables are somewhat striking: "'Say, sire of insects, mighty Sol!' A fly on the chariot pole cried out, 'What blue-bottle alive Did ever with such fury drive?' "'Tell, Beelzebub, great father, tell!' Says t'other, perch'd upon the wheel, 'Did ever any mortal fly Raise such a cloud of dust as I?'" MORAL. "_My_ judgment turn'd the whole debate! _My_ valour saved the sinking state!" COWGILL.