Are the stones mentioned by your correspondent J. J. S. as plague stones anything more than the "holy stones" common at the meeting of old cross roads in Lancashire, and perhaps other counties? The square hole in them is surely nothing more than the socket in which the way-side cross was formerly placed. Perhaps, however, he is speaking of a different and less common kind of stone, in which case, if a list is made, it must be by some competent person, able to distinguish the one from the other. P. P. In compliance with the suggestion of J. J. S., I may note that what I suppose (since reading his communication in "N. & Q.") to be a "plague stone" is to be seen close to Gresford in Denbighshire. I met with it last summer, and could not then imagine what it could be. It is a large hexagonal (I think) stone, with a round cavity on the top, which certainly was full of water when I passed it. This cavity is pretty deep, and the stone must be nearly three feet high, by from two to three across. I regret I made no measurements of it. It is situated about a quarter of a mile from the town on the road to Wrexham, under a wide-spreading tree, on an open space where three roads meet. Should this be seen by any Gresfordite, perhaps he would send you a more accurate description of this stone, with any legend that may be attached to it. G. J. R. G. RHYMES ON PLACES. (Vol. v., p. 293.) Notwithstanding his name, which appears to indicate northern origin, your correspondent W. FRASER may possibly be unacquainted with Robert Chambers's amusing work, entitled _Popular Rhymes of Scotland_, which contains numerous verses on both places and families, besides other curious matter. E. N. The following doggrel I have heard in Surrey: "Sutton for good mutton, Cheam for juicy beef, Croydon for a pretty girl, And Mitcham for a thief" A. A. D. I beg to contribute the inclosed, which I have heard from a former incumbent of the parish of Sutton Long in Somersetshire. "Sutton Long, Sutton Long, at every door a tump of dung. Some two; some three; it's the dirtiest place that ever you see." It was an ancient saying in the parish, and I believe the word _tump_ is Somersetshire for heap. A village in Essex, called Ugley, possesses the unfortunate saying: "Ugly church, ugly steeple; Ugly parson, ugly people." The first line is literally true; to give an opinion on the second would descend too much into personalities. METAQUO. A particularly appropriate rhyme is that of "Stow on the Wold (Would?) Where the wind blows cold." S. L. P. Oxford and Cambridge Club. ARCHAIC AND PROVINCIAL WORDS. (Vol. v., pp. 173. 196. 250.) _Provincial Words._--Though the Rev. Wm. Barnes has almost perfectionated the catalogue of Dorset provincialisms in the Glossary to his beautiful poems in the Dorset dialect, I still sometimes meet with a stray omission, viz.: