"My Day Is Closed In Immortality:"
the arithmetical formula of which is M = 1000 + D = 500 + C = 100 + III = 3 = A. D. 1603. In the second paper by Addison on the different species of false wit (Spectator, No. 60) is noticed the medal that was struck of Gustavus Adolphus, with the motto:
"ChrIstVs DuX ergo trIVMphVs."
"If you take the pains," continues the author, "to pick the figures out of the several words, and range them in their proper order, you will find they amount to MDCXVVVII, or 1627; the year in which the medal was stamped."
There is one peculiarity in the chronogram sent by our correspondent, which singularly illustrates a passage in Shakspeare, and by which also it is most amusingly illustrated. It will be observed, that the Rev. G. Newton takes advantage of the double letters at the end of Farewell, to express 100: and it will be remembered that "good M. Holofernes," in Love's Labour's Lost, introduces the same thought into his sonnet as an exquisite and far-fetched fancy:
"If Sore be sore, then L to Sore
Makes Fifty Sores: Oh sore L!
Of One sore I an Hundred make,
By adding but One more L.">[
Sir E. K. Williams.—Will any gentleman refer me to the pedigree of Lieut.-Gen. Sir Edmund Kenyon Williams, a distinguished Peninsular officer, who died about three years ago? And also, where can I find or obtain such a book as the History of Aberystwith, or Blaina Gwent?