_Bohn's Edition of Matthew of Westminster._--Under the year A.D. 782, the translator informs us that "Hirenes and _his_ son Constantine became emperors." Such an emperor is not to be found {9} in the annals of Constantinople. If Mr. Yonge, who shows elsewhere that he has read Gibbon, had referred to him on this occasion, he would probably have found that the Empress Irene, a name dear to the reverencers of images, was the person meant. The original Latin probably gives no clue to the sex; but still this empress, who is considered as a saint by her church, notwithstanding the deposition and blinding of her own son, was not a personage to be so easily forgotten. J. S. WARDEN. _French Season Rhymes and Weather Rhymes.--_ "A la Saint-Antoine (17th January) Les jours croissent le repas d'un moine." "A la Saint-Barnabe (11th June) La faux au pre." "A la Sainte-Catherine (25th November) Tout bois prend racine." "Passe la Saint-Clement (23rd November) Ne seme plus froment." "Si l'hiver va droit son chemin, Vous l'aurez a la Saint-Martin." (12th Nov.) "S'il n'arreste tant ne quant, Vous l'aurez a la Saint-Clement." (23rd Nov.) "Et s'il trouve quelqu' encombree, Vous l'aurez a la Saint-Andre." (30th Nov.) CEYREP. _Curious Epitaph in Tillingham Church, Essex.--_ "Hic jacet Humfridus Carbo, carbone notandus Non nigro, Creta sed meliora tua. Claruit in clero, nulli pietate secundus. Caelum vi rapuit, vi cape si poteris. Ob^t. 27 Mar. 1624. Aet. 77." Which has been thus ingeniously paraphrased by a friend of mine: "Here lies the body of good Humphry Cole, Tho' Black his name, yet spotless is his soul; But yet not black tho' Carbo is the name, Thy chalk is scarcely whiter than his fame. A priest of priests, inferior was to none, Took Heaven by storm when here his race was run. Thus ends the record of this pious man; Go and do likewise, reader, if you can." C. K. P. Newport, Essex. * * * * * Queries. DOMESTIC LETTERS OF EDMUND BURKE. In the curious and able article entitled "The Domestic Life of Edmund Burke," which appeared in the _Athenaeum_ of Dec. 10th and Dec. 17th (and to which I would direct the attention of such readers of "N. & Q." as have not yet seen it), the writer observes: "There is not in existence, as far as we know, or have a right to infer from the silence of the biographers, one single letter, paper, or document of any kind--except a mysterious fragment of one letter--relating to the domestic life of the Burkes, until long after Edmund Burke became an illustrious and public man; no letters from parents to children, from children to parents, from brother to brother, or brother to sister."