"This is the Whitley Grenadier, A noted house for famous beer. My friend, if you should chance to call, Beware and get not drunk withal; Let moderation be your guide, It answers well whene'er 'tis try'd. Then use but not abuse strong beer, And don't forget the Grenadier." The next specimen, besides being of a higher class, has somewhat of an historical interest. In a secluded part of the Oxfordshire hills, at a place called Collins's End, situated between Hardwick House and Goring Heath, is a neat little rustic inn, having for its sign a well-executed portrait of Charles I. There is a tradition that this unfortunate monarch, while residing as a prisoner at Caversham, rode one day, attended by an escort, into this part of the country, and hearing that there was a bowling-green at this inn, frequented by the neighbouring gentry, struck down to the house, and endeavoured to forget his sorrows for awhile in a game at bowls. This circumstance is alluded to in the following lines, which are written beneath the sign-board: "Stop, traveller, stop; in yonder peaceful glade, His favourite game the royal martyr play'd; Here, stripp'd of honours, children, freedom, rank, Drank from the bowl, and bowl'd for what he drank; Sought in a cheerful glass his cares to drown, And changed his guinea, ere he lost his crown." The sign, which seems to be a copy from Vandyke, though much faded from exposure to the weather, evidently displays an amount of artistic skill that is not usually to be found among common sign-painters. I once made some inquiries about it of the people of the house, but the only information they could give me was that they believed it to have been painted in London. G. T. Reading. {59} * * * * * TRANSLATION FROM SHERIDAN, ETC. (Vol. viii, p. 563.) I cannot furnish BALLIOLENSIS with the translation from Sheridan he requires, but I am acquainted with that from Goldsmith. It is to be found somewhere in Valpy's _Classical Journal_. As that work is in forty volumes, and not at hand, I am not able to give a more precise reference. I recollect, however, a few of the lines at the beginning: "Incola deserti, gressus refer, atque precanti Sis mihi noctivagæ dux, bone amice, viæ; Dirige quà lampas solatia luce benigna Præbet, et hospitii munera grata sui. Solus enim tristisque puer deserta per agro, Ægre membra trahens deficiente pede, Quà, spatiis circum immensis porrecta, patescunt Me visa augeri progrediente, loca." "Ulterius ne perge," senex, "jam mitte vagari, Teque iterum noctis, credere, amice, dolis: Luce trahit species certa in discrimina fati, Ah nimium nescis quo malefida trahat! Hic inopi domus, hic requies datur usque vaganti, Parvaque quantumvis dona, libente manu. Ergo verte pedes, caliginis imminet hora, Sume libens quidquid parvula cella tenet ..."