"Yf any be distrest and fayne woulde gather some comfort, let him hast unto
"for we of hope and healpe are quite bereaven except thou suckcour us
"Thou shewest mercy, therefor for the same we praysse thee, singeing
"of all our misseries cast up the sum; Shew us thy ioyes, and lett
"Wee mortall are, and alter from our birth; Thou constant arte
"Thou madest the earth as well as planetts Seaven: Thy name be blessed heere
"Nothing wee have to use, or debts to paye, except thou give it us
"Wherewith to clothe us, wherewith to be fedd, for without Thee we wante
"Wee want, but want no faults, for no day passes But wee doe sinn
"Noe man from sining ever free did live forgive us Lorde our sinns
"Yf we repent our faults Thou ne're disdainest us We pardon them
"forgive us that is past, a new path treade us Direct us alwaies in thy fayth
"Wee thine owne people and Thy chosen nation into all truth, but
"Thou that of all good graces art the giver Suffer us not to wander
"Us from the fierce assaults of worlde and divell and flesh, so shalt thou free us
"To these petitions let boath church and laymen w'th one concent of hart and voyce say
_Suffolk Legend._--In the little village of Acton, Suffolk, a legend was current not many years ago, that on certain occasions, which, by the way, were never accurately defined, the park gates were wont to fly open at midnight "withouten hands," and a carriage drawn by four spectral horses, and accompanied by headless grooms and outriders, proceeded with great rapidity from the park to a spot called "the nursery corner." What became of the ghostly _cortège_ at this spot, I have never been able to learn; but though the sight has not been seen by any of the present inhabitants, yet some of them have heard the noise of the head-long race. The "Corner," tradition says, is the spot where a very bloody engagement took place in olden time, when the Romans were governors of England. A few coins have I believe been found, but nothing else confirmatory of the tale. Does history in any way support the story of the battle? Whilst writing on this subject, I may as well note, that near this haunted corner is a pool called Wimbell Pond, in which tradition says an iron chest of money is concealed: if any daring person ventures to approach the pond, and throw a stone into the water, it will ring against the chest and a small white figure has been heard to cry in accents of distress, "That's mine!"