[Footnote FO: For the legendary History of St. Giles see the Breviary of the Roman Church. (It has been translated recently by the Marquis of Bute.) Dr. Cameron Lees, minister of St. Giles' Cathedral Church, Edinburgh, sends me the following notice of the Saint:--"How St. Giles became the patron Saint of Edinburgh is not known. His 'hind' is upon the arms of the city.[FQ] An arm bone of St. Giles was one of the chief treasures of the church. It was brought from France by Preston of Gorton, who procured it by the 'assistance of the King of France.' This relic was contained in a richly jewelled shrine, and carried through Edinburgh in procession on the Saint's day, the 1st September. An account of this procession is given by Sir D. Lindsay and by Knox. The only other church in Scotland under the dedication of St. Giles was at Elgin."--ED.] [Footnote FP: Now happily accomplished through the labour and the munificence of the late Dr. Chambers.--ED.] [Footnote FQ: For reference to the "Hind," see the Breviary.--ED.] [Footnote FR: Compare the _Poet's Epitaph_ (vol. ii. p. 75).--ED.] [Footnote FS: Voltaire.--ED.] [Footnote FT: In his eighty-fourth year, Voltaire went up to Paris from Ferney in Switzerland (where he had lived for twenty years), and amid the tumultuous enthusiasm of the Parisians, he was crowned at the Comédie Française, as the Athenian poets used to be. "The Court of the Louvre, vast as it is, was full of people waiting for him. As soon as his notable vehicle came in sight, the cry arose, _Le voilà!_ The Savoyards, the apple-women, all the rabble of the quarter had assembled there, and the acclamations _Vive Voltaire!_ resounded as if they would never end.... There was no end till he placed himself on the front seat, beside the ladies. Then rose a cry _La Couronne!_ and Brizard, the actor, came and put the garland on his head. _Ah Dieu! vous voulez donc me faire mourir?_ cried M. de Voltaire, weeping with joy, and resisting the honour.... The Prince de Beauvan, seizing the laurel, replaced it on the head of our Sophocles, who could refuse no longer." (_Memoires sur Voltaire_, par Longchamp et Wagnière.)--ED.] [Footnote FU: Compare Walter Savage Landor, _Gebir_, book i. l. 159-- But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the Sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polish'd lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. Compare also the Fenwick note to the _Evening Voluntary_, beginning-- What mischief cleaves ED. ] [Footnote FV: The nightingale is not heard farther north than the Trent valley, and there are no woodlarks in the Lake country, as hawks are numerous.--ED.] [Footnote FW: See note FV on previous page.]