Henbane makes those who chance to eat of it “bray like asses or neigh like horses.”
Henderson (Elias), chaplain at Lochleven Castle.—Sir W. Scott: The Abbot (time, Elizabeth).
Henley (Orator), John Henley (1757–1788)
Henneberg (Count). One day a beggar-woman asked count Henneberg’s wife for alms. The countess twitted her for carrying twins, whereupon the woman cursed her, with the assurance that “her ladyship should be the mother of 365
children.” The legend says-that the countess bore them at one birth, but none of them lived any length of time. All the girls were named Elizabeth, and all the boys John. They are buried, we are told, at the Hague.