No evil thing that walks by night, blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, no goblin, or smart fairy of the mine, has power to cross a lane; once in a lane, the spirit of evil is in a fix. The reason is obvious: a lane is a spur from a main road, and therefore forms with it a sort of T, quite near enough to the shape of a cross to arrest such simple folk of the unseen world as care to trouble the peaceful inmates of the world we live in.
`Tis a long lane that has no turning. Every calamity has an ending. The darkest day, stop till to-morrow, will have passed away:
Hope peeps from a cloud on our squad, Whose beams have been long in deep mourning: `Tis a lane, let me tell you, my lad, Very long that has never a turning.
Peter Pindar Great Cry and Little Wool, epist. 1.
(The) and The Garden. A short way of saying “Drury Lane” and “Covent Garden,” which are two theatres in London.
of King's Bromley Manor, Staffordshire, bears in a canton “the Arms of England.” This honour was granted to Colonel John Lane, for conducting Charles II. to his father's seat after the battle of Worcester. (See next paragraph.)