Tyler, Wat, 27-30, 57 Watercress, 65 Watling Street, 34, 47, 60, 95-99, 144-148, 214, 223 Watts, Richard, 119 Welling, 44 White Hill, 49 Wolsey, Cardinal, 31, 195 FOOTNOTES: [1] The real names of these two brothers are unknown. They took the names by which they are known in history from the banners under which their men fought; banners which bore the cognizance of a white horse: Hengist and Horsa being merely the Jutish-Saxon words for "horse" and "mare." The Danish, indeed, still use the word "hors" for mare, and a survival of the old badge of these fierce pagans is still to be met with in the familiar white horse of Brunswick-Hanover. The prancing steed that remains to this day the Kentish device, with its dauntless motto "Invicta," is also a survival from the days when Hengist and Horsa founded the first Saxon kingdom in Britain. [2] He meant Harbledown, Boughton, and Ospringe: Green-street, Sittingbourne, Newington, and Rainham. [3] "Gad's," _i.e._ "rogues," Hill. [4] One of the many originals of "Samivel's father" put forward. One was supposed to have been at Bath, another at Dorking; and others still have claims to have originated this humorous character. [5] Collectors for "Hospital Saturday" funds come within the meaning of this unrepealed Act. [6] He was here also in 1661, giving a very amusing account of how he was entertained, and how he kissed and sang and danced: it is too long, though, for quotation here. But look it up. [7] Mr. Gladstone has said, most notoriously, that to be "hemmed in" is not to be "surrounded." But that was part of the political game of bluff, and may not be regarded as a contribution to philology. [8] An excellent story is told of the cold that rages up here in the winter. It belongs to coaching times, and was told by a coachman who had a new guard with him one frosty night, when the temperature was going down to 15 deg.; a cockney guard who was unused to exposure, and who, moreover, had not the experience which led the Jehu to wrap himself up in layers of flannel, a many-caped coat, and three or four waistcoats. "Ain't it cold?" asked the guard several times, climbing over the coach roof with numbed hands and blue nose. "Cold!" returned the coachman, "not at all." "That's all very well," says the guard, "but your eyes are watering like hanythink." "Oh! are they?" rejoins the coachman, "I suppose that's the perspiration!"