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MINOR QUERIES.

_Cupid Crying._--I shall be obliged if you, or any of your
correspondents, can tell me who was the author of the epigram, or
inscription, of which I subjoin the English translation. I am sure I
have seen the Latin, but I do not know whose it was or where to find it;
I think it belongs to one of the Italian writers of the fifteenth or
sixteenth century:--

"CUPID CRYING.

"Why is Cupid crying so?--
Because his jealous mother beat him.--
What for?--For giving up his bow
To Coelia, who contrived to cheat him.

"The child! I could not have believed
He'd give his weapons to another.--
He would not; but he was deceived:
She smiled; he thought it was his mother."

RUFUS.

_Was not Sir George Jackson "Junius?"_--Among the names which have been
put forward as claimants to be "Junius," I beg to propose the name of
SIR GEORGE JACKSON, who was, I believe, about that time Secretary to the
Admiralty. I shall be glad to know what obstacles are opposed to this
theory, as I think I have some presumptive evidence (I do not call it
strong), which seems to show either that he was "Junius," or a party
concerned.

P.

_Ballad of Dick and the Devil._--About the middle of the seventeenth
century, occasionally resided, on the large island in Windermere, a
member of the ancient but now extinct family of Philipson, of Crooke
Hall. He was a dashing cavalier, and, from his fearless exploits, had
acquired among the Parliamentarians the significant, though not very
respectable, cognomen of "Robin the Devil."

On one of these characteristic adventures, he rode, heavily armed, into
the large old church at Kendal, with the intention of there shooting an
individual, from whom he had received a deeply resented injury. His
object, however, was unaccomplished, for his enemy was not present; and
in the confusion into which the congregation were thrown by such a
warlike apparition, the dauntless intruder made his exit, though
subjected to a struggle at the church door. His casque, which was
captured in the skirmish that there took place, is yet to be seen in the
church, and the fame of this redoubtable attempt, which was long held in
remembrance through the country side, excited the poetic genius of a
rhymer of the day to embody it in a ballad, entitled "Dick and the
Devil," which is now rare and difficult to be met with.

As my endeavours to light on a cop