n to practise minuets and cotillions.
He had his first assembly on Friday last, and intends continuing them
every Friday during the winter. He does not admit any gentlemen, and
his number of ladies is limited to 32; and as Mrs. Humbog is very
conversant in the business of the Toilet Table, the ladies may depend
on being properly accommodated. Mr. Humbog having been solicited by
several gentlemen, he intends likewise to open an academy for them, and
begs that those who chuse to become subscribers will be so good as to
send him their addresses, that he may have the honour of waiting upon
them to inform them of his terms and days. Mr. Humbog has an afternoon
school three times a week for little ladies and gentlemen not exceeding
14 years of age. Terms of his school are one guinea per month and one
guinea entrance. Any ladies who are desirous of knowing the terms of
his academy may be informed by appointing Mr. Humbog to wait upon them,
which he will do on the shortest notice. Capel St. 21 Jan. 1777."

OMICRON.

_Bees_ (Vol. viii., p. 440.).--In the midland counties the first migration
of the season is _a swarm_, the second _a cast_, and the third _a spindle_.

ERICA.

_Topsy Turvy_ (Vol. viii., p. 385.).--I have always understood this to be a
corruption of "Topside t'other way," and I still think so.

WM. HAZEL.

_Parish Clerks and Politics_ (Vol. viii., p. 56.).--In the excitement
prevalent at the trial of Queen Caroline, I remember a choir, in a village
not a hundred miles from Wallingford, Berks, singing {576} with great gusto
the 1st, 4th, 11th, and 12th verses of 35th Psalm in Tate and Brady's New
Version.

WM. HAZEL.

_Phantom Bells--"The Death Bell"_ (Vol. vii. passim).--I have never met, in
any work on folk-lore and popular superstitions, any mention of that
unearthly bell, whose sound is borne on the death-wind, and heralds his
doom to the hearer. Mickle alludes to it in his fine ballad of "Cumnor
Halle:"

"The _death-belle_ thrice was heard to ring,
An aerial voice was heard to calle,
And thrice the raven flapp'd its wing,
Arounde the towers of Cumnor Halle."

And Rogers, in his lines "To an Old Oak:"

"There once the steel-clad knight reclined,
His sable plumage tempest-tossed:
And as the _death-bell_ smote the wind,
From towers long fled by human kind,
His brow the hero crossed."

When ships go down at sea during a