"Beatissima mortui conditio, cui vel natura ipsa inferias agat, floribus in tumulo sponte nascentibus, videtur indicari."
Lastly:
"Videtur quoque privata nonnullorum opinio fuisse, cinerem in flores mutari, idque contingere non nisi probis ac pulchris (Anthol. Lat.); ex fabulis heroum in flores post mortem mutatorum fortasse nata."
This last, and deepest thought, is that seized on by Shakspeare and Tennyson. Koenig gives many parallels.
A. A. D.
Rhymes on Places (Vol. v., pp. 293. 374. 500. 547.).—The following rhymes (if so they can be termed) respecting the exploits of a certain giant named Bell, and his wonderful sorrel horse, whose leaps were each a mile long, are, or were a few
years since, prevalent in this neighbourhood among the inhabitants of the villages therein mentioned. The legend has been noticed by Peck:
"Mountsorrel he mounted at,
Rodely[[10]] he rode by,
Onelept[[11]] he leaped o'er,