_Dedication Stone at Jarrow Church._--While on the subject of Bede's chair at Jarrow, it may not prove altogether useless to transcribe you a faithful copy of the dedication stone of Jarrow Church, which is now placed against the tower-arch of the nave: DEDICATIO BASILICAE SCIPAVLI VIIII KL MAI ANNO XVECFRIDIREG CEOLFRIDIABBEIVSQ Q·ECCLESDOAVCTORE CONDITORIS ANNO IIII CUTHBERT BEDE, B.A. INEDITED POETRY. The _first_ piece in the volume of MS. poetry referred to in my communication in Vol. v., p. 387., may perhaps be deemed of sufficient interest to occupy a place in your columns. It is entitled "A Ballad," and appears to me worthy of notice from its quaintness both in style and rhythm. "A BALLAD. "Sure glorious Modesty again will rise, Since she can conquer in bright Marcia's eyes. Each look of hers creates a lambent fire, And youth and age concur her virtue to admire. Hence flow these lines from an unpolish'd hand, Which thinks her Marcia should the world command. Go, lovely maid, and let each virgin see How graceful modesty appears in thee. That they may all thy imitators be, And give example to posterity. 1. "View Marcia's native charms, She's graceful in behaviour, By wise advice she steers, And with all the world's in favour. No foolish talk slides from her tongue, Her eyes ne'er wanton seem, Regards her friends, respects the great, And is humble to the mean. 2. "How gentle is her voice, Not loud with foul detraction, Good sense guides all her words, And prudence every action. Not stiff in dress, or careless she, But in the graceful mean, What e'er she wears she still appears Like some majestic queen. 3. "Her mind and thoughts still tends [sic] How to perform her duty; To her parents' laws she bends, Which adds more to her beauty. In conduct she a matron is With cheerful air and mein, [sic] The steddiness of sixty years, [sic] In look she's scarce fifteen. 4. "In friendship most sincere, As well as in devotion, To herself alone severe, And guards her every motion. Her conquering eyes give her no pride, Her charms she will not know, Nor meaner beautys does deride [sic], Tho' they their envy show. 5. "How lovely is that face Where modesty's adorning, And Marcia with that grace Is improving every morning. She like the glorious sun in spring Is encreasing every day, For her Apollo's harp he'll string, And the Muses sing their lay. 6.