appears to have been busily employed in making designs on wood for the booksellers of Nuremberg and Frankfort; but though he excelled as a painter on glass, and furnished designs for goldsmiths, book illustration appears to have been his chief employment, and which he practised so industriously, that his works amount to a far greater number than have yet been recorded."

42. THE HISTORY OF FORTUNATUs, setting forth his birth, life, travels, and adventures in most parts of the world; how the Lady Fortune appeared to him, and gave him a rich purse that never wanted money; and also, in his travels, how he got from the Soldan a wishing-hat, that by putting it on his head, he could convey himself immediately into whatever place he desired. With an account how Fortunatus, on his death-bed, declared to his two sons, Ampedo and Andolocia, the virtue of his purse and hat. 12mo. Glasgow, 1790. An abridgement of the last article, in the form of a penny merriment.

43. THE HISTORY OF JACK AND THE GIANTS. 12mo. n. d. The Second Part of Jack and the Giants, giving a full account of his victorious Conquests over the North Country Giants, destroying the inchanted castle kept by Galligantus, dispers'd the fiery griffins, put the conjuror to flight, and released not only many knights and ladies, but likewise a Duke's daughter, to whom he was honourably married. 12mo. Newcastle, 1711. With rude cuts illustrating the principal events related in the history. I am not acquainted with any edition of Jack the Giant-killer earlier than the pre

sent one, but it was certainly composed at least a century before, and there can be but little doubt of its being alluded to in King Lear, act iii, scene 4. In the present edition, the lines quoted by Edgar are given as follows, and it will be perceived they are nearer the words in Shakespeare than those in later copies quoted by the commentators :—

Fe, fi, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an English Man :
Be he alive, or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make me bread.

And in Nash's Have with you to Saffron Walden, 1596, mention is made of "a precious apothegmaticall pedant, who will finde matter inough to dilate a whole daye of the first invention of

Fy, fa, fum,

I smell the bloud of an Englishman!"

See remarks on the similarity of this history to legends of other countries, in Keightley's Tales and Popular Fictions, 1834.

44. THE BIRTH, LIFE, AND DEATH OF JOHN FRANKS, WITH THE PRANKS AND JESTS HE PLAY'D, THOUGH A MEER FOOL. 12mo. London, Bow-Church Yard, n. d.

These pretty jests you here will read,
Were from an innocent indeed :

Such pretty pranks were never known,

As oftentimes John Franks has shewn :

Some men are fools only in show,

But this a fool all men did know;
Belov'd he was of ev'ry one,

And when he dy'd there was great moan.

We are here informed that "John Franks, the reputed son of John Ward, was born at Much Easton in Essex, within three miles of Dunmow: he had no friends to take care of him, but his being such a fool was the cause of his well-being, for every one was in love with the sport he made. When he was grown to be of man's stature, there was a worthy knight, who took him to keep, where he did very many and strange pranks. He was a comely person, and had a good complexion; his hair was of a dark flaxen: he was of a middle stature, and good countenance. If his tongue had not betrayed his folly, no one but would think he had been a wise man." At the end it is stated, "He lived about fourscore years, and died in a knight's house in Enfield parish, where he was handsomely buried; all that knew him being sorry for his death, poor soul, who had never done evil, but through evil example." We cannot say much for the wittiness of the jests, but give as an example one chapter, which is illustrated with a wood-cut of a farmer playing at the game of blind-man's-buff.

Chap. v.-How Jack deceived Mr. Sorrel, a rich Yeoman, of puddings and links that hung up in his chimney.-Jack was often upon the ramble, and one day he went up to this yeoman's house, who loved much to make sport with him. The servants being all busy, some in the barn, and some abroad amongst the cattle, and only him and the fool together; Mr. Sorrel,' says Jack, shall we play at blind-man's-buff?' 'Ay

faith,' saith he, 'with all my heart, Jack.'

'You shall be blinded,' says Jack. That I will, Jack,' said he. So, pinning a napkin about his eye and head, 'Now, turn about,' says Jack; but you see, Mr. Sorrel, you see.' 'No, good faith, Jack,' saith he, 'I do not see.' Jack shuffled up and down the kitchen in order to catch him, and still cried, 'You see, Mr. Sorrel, you see.' But when the fool perceived that he did not see, he went to the chimney, and whipt down some of the puddings into his pockets, and thus he continued to do whenever he came to the end of the room, till he had filled both his pockets and breeches with them, which was soon done, for they were large and he was very quick. The doors being open, Jack runs away as fast as he could, leaving the good man blinded, who, wondering he did not hear the fool, cried, ‘Jack, Jack!' but finding no answer, he pulled off the napkin, and seeing the fool was gone, and that he had also taken many of the links and puddings with him, he was so enraged that he sent his bloodhounds after him, which when Jack perceived, he takes a pudding and flings it at them; the dogs smelling to the pudding, Jack gained ground the time, and still as the dogs pursued him, he threw a pudding at them; and thus he did till he came to an house.

This was spread abroad, to the shame and vexation of the farmer.

It happen'd, some time among other tenants, went to

after, that Mr. Sorrel,

pay their respects to the

lord where Jack then lived. Jack espying him, went

and told his lady that Mr. Sorrel was come. The lady being afraid that the fool might offend him by speaking of the puddings, threaten'd him, saying, 'Sirrah, if you speak of the puddings you shall be whipt.' 'No,' says Jack, 'I will not.'

But when the lord and lady were at dinner, and Mr. Sorrel and the rest with them, Jack went to Mr. Sorrel and shak'd him by the hand, saying, 'How is it, Mr. Sorrel'? Then, whispering to him as it were, but hollowed so loud that all the company heard him, 'Mr. Sorrel,' says Jack, 'not a word of the puddings, Mr. Sorrel,' at which they all burst into a laughter; but the honest man was so much ashamed, that the company were sorry to see, and he never came there any more. Ever since it is a byword to say, 'Not a word of the puddings'.

45. THE NOBLE AND RENOWNED HISTORY OF GUY EARL OF WARWICK, containing a full and true Account of his many famous and valiant Actions, remarkable and brave Exploits, and noble and renowned Victories: Also his courtship to fair Pholice, Earl Roband's daughter and heiress, and the many difficulties and hazards he went thorow to obtain her love. Extracted from authentick Records, and the whole illustrated with cuts suitable to the History. 12mo. London, Printed by W. O. for E. B., and sold by A. Bettesworth at the sign of the Red Lion on London-bridge. 1706.

Dedicated by G. L. "to his honour'd and worthy friend, Mr. Zachariah Hayward, citizen of London." Then follows a "Poem in praise of the following