_Ancient Wood Engraving of the Picture of Cebes_ (Vol. iii., pp. 277. 436.).--Your correspondent THE HERMIT OF HOLYPORT having been informed respecting the _subject_ of his wood-cut, may yet be further satisfied to know its date, and where it is to be found. It occurs in a Latin version of the _Pinax_, with a commentary by Justus Velsius, printed in 4to., at Lyons? (Lugduni) in 1551. The title runs thus: _Justi Velseri Hagani, in Cebetis Thebani Tabulam Commentariorum Libri Sex, Totius Moralis Philosophiæ Thesaurus._ The _Pinax_ commonly accompanies that valuable little manual the _Enchiridion_ of Epictetus, of which that excellent man John Evelyn, in a letter to Lord Cornbury, thus speaks: "Besides the Divine precepts, I could never receive anything from Philosophy that was able to add a graine to my courage upon the intellectual assaults like that _Enchiridion_ and little weapon of Epictetus: 'Nunquam te quicquam perdidisse dicito, sed reddidisse,' says he: 'Filius obijt? redditus est.' It is in his 15th chapter. You cannot imagine what that little target will encounter. _I never go abroad without it in my pocket._ What an incomparable guard is that: τὰ δὲ οὐκ ἐφ' ἡμῖν, cap. i., where he discourses of the things which _are_, and _are not_ in our power. I know, my Lord, you employ your retirements nobly; weare this defensive for my sake,--I had almost said this _Christian Office_." S. W. SINGER. "_The Groves of Blarney_" (Vol. iii., p. 495.).--In a little volume of the _Songs of Ireland_, forming one of the series called Duffy's _Library of Ireland_, Dublin, 1845, this song is given. In the introductory notice it is said to be by Mr. R. A. Milliken, a native of Cork. The passage referred to by your correspondent stands thus in this version, which is said to be taken from Croker's _Popular Songs of Ireland_:-- "There's statues gracing This noble place in-- All heathen gods, And nymphs so fair; Bold Neptune, Plutarch, And Nicodemus, All standing naked In the open air!" Mr. Maloney, in his late account of the "palace made o' windows," has evidently had these verses in his mind; and in his observations on the "statues gracing _that_ noble place in," has adverted to their like peculiar predicament with the characteristic modesty of his nation. S. H. On this subject permit me to observe that a change has "come o'er the spirit of its dream." A later poet, in celebrating the praises of the lake as the only place unchanged, says: "Sweet Blarney Castle, that was _wanst_ so ancient, Is gone to ruin, och! and waste, and bare Neptune and Plutarch is by Mrs. Deane[3] sent To Ballintemple, to watch praties there." [Footnote 3: Now Lady Deane.] JUNIOR.