"The dancing frier, tatter'd in the bush, Those monstrous lies of little Robin Rush; _Tom Chipperfeild_, and pritty lisping _Ned_, That doted on a maide of gingerbread. The _flying pilcher_, and the _frisking dace_, With all the rabble of _Tim Trundell's_ race, Bred from the dunghils and adulterous rhimes, Shall live, and thou not superlast all times?" Can any of your correspondents versed in the folk lore of the West of England give me any explanation of _Tom Chipperfeild_ and Co.? E.N.W. Southwark. _East Norfolk Folk Lore_ (Vol. iv., p. 53.).--Cure for Ague. The cure mentioned by MR. E.S. TAYLOR above, I have just learnt has been practised with much success by some lady friends of mine for some years past amongst the poor of the parishes in which they have lived. From the number of cures effected by them, I have sent the same application (with the exception of using ginger instead of honey) to a relative of mine in India, who has been suffering from ague acutely, and am anxiously waiting to hear the result. It would be satisfactory to have the medical nature of the remedy, as well as its effects, accounted for; but I fear this would be considered as out of your province. W.H.P. SERMON OF BISHOP JEREMY TAYLOR. I have a 12mo. volume entitled-- "Christ's Yoke an easy Yoke, and yet the Gate to Heaven a straight Gate: in two excellent Sermons, well worthy the serious Perusal of the strictest Professors. By a Learned and Reverend Divine. Heb. xi. 4.: _Who being dead yet speaketh_. London, printed for F. Smith, at the Elephant and Castle, near the Royal Exchange in Cornhill, 1675." Pp. 92., Exclusive of Preface.