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ways; he cast him into an intolerable ness, or the fear of evil. Children have heat, then he gave him an intolerable cold, fallen from careless parents into the hands and then he made him dream a dream, of the executioner, in whom the means whereby the saint shamed the devil by of distinguishing between right and wrong openly confessing it at church on Easter- might have become a stock for knowledge day before all the people. At length, to ripen on, and learning have preserved after other wonders, “ the joints of his the fruits to posterity. Let not him deiron coate miraculously dissolved, and it spair who desires to know, or has power fell down to his knees."

.” Upon this, he to teachforetold his death on the next Saturday, There is in every human heart, and thereon he died. Such, and much

Some not completely barren part, more is put forth concerning St. Ulrick, Where seeds of truth and love might grow by the aforesaid “ Flowers of the Saincts," And flowers of generous virtue blow: which contains a prayer to be used pre To plant, to watch, to water there, paratory to the perusal, with these words, This be our duty, be our care. “ that this holy reading of their lives may

Bowring. soe inflame our hearts, that we may follow and imitate the traces of their glorious example, that, after this mortall life, we February 21. may be made worthie to enjoy their most St. Severianus, Bp. A. D. 452. Str. desired companie.”

German, Abbot, and Randaut, or Randoald, A. D. 666. Sts. Daniel and Verda,

A.D. 344. B. Pepin, of Landen, A. D. 640. FLORAL DIRECTORY. Navelwort. Cynoglossum omphalodes.


Indicator," Dedicated to St. Mildred.

“ Here it is," says the “

ready laid. Imprimis, tea and coffee ;

secondly, dry toast; thirdly, butter; CHRONOLOGT.

fourthly, eggs; fifthly, ham; sixthly,

something potted ; seventhly, bread, salt, On the 20th of February 1749, Usher mustard, knives and forks, &c. One of Gahagan, by birth a gentleman, and by the first things that belong to a breakfast education a scholar, perished at Tyburn. is a good fire. There is a delightful mixHis attainments were elegant and supe- ture of the lively and the snug in coming rior; he was the editor of Brindley's down into one's breakfast-room of a cold beautiful edition of the classics, and morning, and seeing every thing prepared translated Pope's “ Essay on Criticism” for us; a blazing grate, a clean table-cloth into Latin verse. Better grounded in and tea-things, the newly-washed faces learning than in principle, he concen- and combed heads of a set of good-hutrated liberal talents to the degrading moured urchins, and the sole empty chair selfishness of robbing the community of at its accustomed corner, ready for occuits coin by clipping. During his confine- pation. When we lived alone, we could ment, and hoping for pardon, he translated not help reading at meals: and it is cerPope's "Temple of Fame," and his “Mes- tainly a delicious thing to resume an ensiah," into the same language, with a de- tertaining book at a particularly interestdication to the duke of Newcastle. To ing passage, with a hot cup of tea at one's the same end, he addressed prince George elbow, and a piece of buttered toast in and the recorder in poetic numbers. one's hand. The first look at the page, These efforts were of no avail. Two of accompanied by a coexistent bite of the his miserable confederates in crime were toast, comes under the head of intensities." his companions in death. He suffered with a deeper guilt, because he had a higher knowledge than ignorant and un The weather is now cold and mild thinking criminals, to whom the polity of alternately. In our variable climate we society, in its grounds and reasons, is un one day experience the severity of winter, known.

and a genial warmth prevails the next. Accomplishments upon vice. are as and, indeed, such changes are not unfrebeautiful colours on a venomous reptile. quently felt in the same day. Winter, Learning is a vain show, and knowledge however, at this time breaks apace, and mischievous, without the love of good- we have presages of the genial season.



Oxen, o'er the furrow'd soil,

sports of the field allured him from the Urging firm their annual toil;

pursuits of literature at college, and the Trim cottages that here and there,

domestic comforts of wife and home. Speckling the social tilth, appear : And spires, that as from groves they rise,

T'o the Editor. Tell where the lurking hamlet lies :

To disemburthen oneself of ennui, and Hills white with many a bleating throng,

to find rational amusement for every seaAnd lakes, whose willowy banks along, Herds or ruminate, or lave,

son of the year, is a grand desideratum in Immersing in the silent wave.

life. Luckily I have hit on't, and beg The sombre wood—the cheerful plain,

leave, as being the properest place, to Green with the hope of future grain : give my recipe in the Everlasting CalenA tender blade, ere Autumn smile

dar you are compiling. I contrive then Benignant on the farmer's toil,

to give myself employment for every time Gild the ripe fields with mellowing band, of year. Neither lively Spring, glowing And scatter plenty through the land. Summer, sober Autumn, nor dreary Win

Baron Smith.

ter, come amiss to me; for I have contrived to make myself an Universal

Sportsman, and am become so devoted a White crocus. Crocus versicolor. page of Diana, that

am dangling at her Dedicated to St. Servianus.

heels all the year round without being tired of it. In bleak and frozen January,

besides sliding, skating in figures, and February 22. making men of snow to frighten children

with, by means of a lantern placed in a The Chair of St. Peter at Antioch. St. skull at the top of them, I now and then

Margaret, of Cortona, A. D. 1297. Sts. get a day's cock shooting when the frost Thalasius and Limneus. St. Baradat. breaks, or kill a few small birds in the St. Margaret.

snow. In lack of other game, a neignShe was a penitent, asked public pardon bour's duck, or goose, or å chicken, shot for her sins with a rope about her neck, and pocketed as I sally out to the club punished her flesh, and worked miracles dinner, are killed more easily than my accordingly.*

dairymaid does it, poor things !

In February, the weather being rainy Sts. Thalasius and Limneus.

or mild, renders it worth my while to send St. Thalasius dwelt in a cavern, “ and my stud into Leicestershire for hunting was endowed with extraordinary gifts of again; and so my white horse Skyscrathe Holy Ghost; but was a treasure un

per, my old everlasting chestnut Silverknown to the world.” St. Limneus was

tail, the only good black in the hunt Sulhis disciple, and “ famous for miraculous tan, and the brown mare Rosinante, tocures of the sick,” while his master“ bore gether with Alfana the king of the Cockpatiently the sharpest cholics, and other tails, a hack or two, and a poney for er

""* rands, are "pyked off” pack and bagdistempers, without any human succour.

gage for Melton; and then from the first St. Baradat.

purple dawn of daylight, when I set off to This saint lived in a trellis-hut, exposed cards, I have plenty of rational amuse

cover, to the termination of the day with to the severities of the weather, and

Next month, forbearing March clothed in the skins of beasts.*

hares, I shoot a few snipes before they are all gone, and at night prepare my

fishing tackle for April, when the verdant Herb Margaret. Bellis perennis.

meadows again draw me to the riverside Dedicated to St. Margaret, of Cortona.

to angle.

My wife has now rational employment for the rest of the Summer in catching

and impaling the various flies of the seaA valued correspondent obliges the son against my trout mania comes, which Every-Day Book with an original sketch, is usual early in Yay, when all her maids hasty and spirited as its hero, when the assist in this flyfowling sport. I have

generally been successful in sport, but I shall never forget my disappointment




* Butler's Saints.

of my

when on throwing in a flyline which was to a farmhouse, disguised as a ratcatcher, not baited by myself, I found that Sally, and take a shilling for ferret work. mistaking her new employment, had bait But now I come to thy shrine, O lovely ed my hook with an earwig. In June I Septembria, thou fairest nymyh in Dineglected my Grass for the same sport, ana's train, with rolling blue eyes as sharp and often let it stand till the Hay is and as true as those of a signal lieutespoiled by Swithin, who wipes his wa nant; I come to court thee again, and may tery eyes with what ought to be my Win- thy path be even paved with the skulls of ter's fodder. This gives me rational, partridges. Again I come to dine with though troublesome, employment in buy- thee on the leveret's back or pheasant's ing Hay or passing off the old at market. wings. We've wildboars' bladders for July, however, affords plenty of bobfish- wine bottles, ramshorns for corkscrews, ing, as I call it, for roach, dace, perch, bugles for funnels, gunpowder for snuf, and bleak. I also gudgeon some of my smoke for tobacco, woodcock's bills for neighbours, and cast a line of an evening toothpicks, and shot for sugar piums! I into their carp and tench ponds. I have dare not proceed to tell you


many not, thank my stars, either stupidity or brace of birds Ponto and I bag the first patience enough for barbel. But in day of shooting, as the long bow, instead August, that is before the 12th, I get my of the fowling piece, might be called my trolling tackle in order, and am reminded weapon. But enough rodomontading. old vermin college days, when

I now

come to October. Pheasants shutting my room door, as if I was by all that's volatile! And then, after • sported in" and cramming Euclid, I them, I go to my tailor and order two used to creep down to the banks of the suits-scarlet for master Reynard, and a Cam, and clapping my hands on my old bottlegreen jacket for the barriers, toprod, with his long line to him, exclaimed, boots, white corderoy inexpressibles, and in true Horatian measure, the only Latin a velvet cap. Then when the covers ring line I ever cited in my life,

again with the hallowed music of harriers,

I begin skylarking the gates and setting Progenie longn gaudes captare Johannes into wind to follow the foxhounds in

November. When But, oh! the 12th day of August, that mountain holiday, ushered in by the ring

The dusky night rides down the sky,

And ushers in the morn, ing of the sheep bell—'tis then that,

The Hounds all make a jovial cry, jacketed in fustian, with a gun on my

And the Huntsman winds his horn. shoulder, and a powder horn belted to my side, I ramble the rough highland hills in With three days in the week chace, and quest of blackcocks and red game, get pretty little interludes of hunting with now and then a chance shot at a ptarma- beagles, or of snipe shooting, I manage gan, and once winged a Capercaille on a to get through December to the year's pine tree at Invercauld. In hurrying end. My snug Winter evenings are home for the First of September, I usually spent in getting ready my guns, smacking pass through the fens of Lincolnshire, and new hunting whips, or trying on new there generally kill a wild duck or two. boots, while my old hall furnishes ample You must know I have, besides my point- store of trophies, stags' horns hunted by ers, setters, and spaniels, water dogs of my great grandfather, cross bows, guns,

Indeed my dog establish brushes won on rivals of Pegasus, and all ment would astonish Acteon. There are sorts of odd old fashioned whips, horns, and my harriers, Rockwood, Ringwood, accoutrements, hanging up, all round, Lasher, Jowler, Rallywood, and twenty which remind me of those days of yore more; my pointers, Ponto and Carlo; when I remember the old squire and his my spaniels, Dash and Old Grizzle; sporting chaplain casting home on spent Hedgehog and Pompey, my water dogs. horses all bespattered from the chase, beNo one, I bet crown, has better grey- fore I had ridden any thing but iny rockhounds than Fly and Dart are, nor a ing horse. There ihen have I rational surer lurcher than Groveller. I say no amusement all the year round. And thing of those inferior “ Lares," my ter much and sincerely do I praise thee, O riers-ratcatching Busy, Snap, and 'Nim- Diana! greatest Diana of the Ephesians! bletoes, with whom, in the absense of at thy feet will I repose my old and weaother game, I go sometimes for a frolic therbeaten carcass at last, and invoke thy

every sort.

Yours ever,


To as


tutelary protection for my old age, thou

St. Milburge, 7th Cent, who art Hunting, Shooting, and Fishing She was sister to St. Mildred, wore a personified, the true Diva

Triformis of hair cloth, and built the monastery of Antiquity.

Wenlock, in Shropshire. One day being

at Stokes, a neighbouring village, brother Imminens Villæ tua Pinus esto,

Hierome Porter says, that “a young Quam per exactos ego lætus annos,

gallant, sonne to a prince of that counVerris obliquum meditantis ictum,

trey, was soe taken with her beautie, that Sanguine donem.

he had a vehement desire to carrie her I have the honour to remain,

away by force and marrie her." St. Mil

burge fled from him and his companions Jack LARKING,

till she had passed a little brook, called Corfe, which then suddenly swelled up and threatened her pursuers with destruction, wherefore they desisted. She

ordered the wild geese who ate the corn ADDRESS TO THE MOON,

of her monastic fields to be gone elseproper new" tune.

where, and they obeyed her as the waters did. After her death, her remains were

discovered, in 1100, by two children No! I have nothing new to say,

sinking up to their knees in her grave, Why must ye wait to hear my story?

the dust whereof cured leprosies, restored Go, get thee on thy trackless way,

the sight, and spoiled medical practice. There's many a weary mile before yem

A diseased woman at Patton, drinking of Get thee to bed, lest some poor poet, the water wherein St. Milburge's bones

Enraptur’d with thy phiz should dip were washed, there came from her stoA pen in ink to let thee know it,

mach “a filthie worme, ugly and horrible And (mindful not to let thee slip

to behold, having six feete, two hornes His fingers) bid thy moonship stay

on his head, and two on his tayle." And list, what he might have to say

Brother Porter tells this, and that the

“ worme was shutt up in a hollow piece Yet I do love thee !-and if aught

of wood, and reserved afterwards in the The muse can serve thee, will petition

monasterie, as a trophie, and monument Her grace t'attend thine airy court,

of S. Milburg, untill by the lascivious And play the part of first musicianBut "ode,” and “ lines," " address," and furie of him that destroyed all goodnes “ sonnet,"

in England, that, with other religious " To Luna dedicate,” are now

houses, and monasteries, went to ruine."* So plentiful, that (fie upon it!)

Hence the “filthie worme" was lost, and She'll add no glory to thy brow,

we have nothing instead but the ReformBut tell thee, in such strains as follow, ation. That thy mild sheen beats Phosphor hollow !


That thou art “ fairest of the fair,”
Tho' Phoebus more that's grand possesses,

Apricot. Prunus Armeniaca.
That tree and tower reflect thy glare,

Dedicated to St. Milburge.
And the glad stream thy ray confesses,
That, when thy silvery beams illumine

The landscape, nature seems bedight
With loveliness so rare, that few men

If ice still remain let those who tempt
Have e'er been blessed with such a sight! it beware :
And all such moonshine :—but enough

The frost-bound rivers bear the weight Of this tame “ milk and water" stuff.

Of many a vent'rous elf;
Let each who crowds to see them skate

Be careful for himself:

For, like the world, deceitful ice

Who trusts it makes them rue :
St. Serenus, A. D. 307. St. Milburge. 'Tis slippery as the paths of vice,

B. Dositheus. St. Peter Damian, Card. And quite as faithless too.
Bp. A.D. 1072. St. Boisil, Prior of

• Porter's Flowers of the Saints

February 23.

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Stoning Jews ir Lent.-A Custom. From the sabbath before Palm-Sunday, were repaired with the stones of their to the last hour of the Tuesday after dwellings, which his barons had pillaged Easter, “the Christians were accustomed and destroyed. Until the reign of Henry to stone and beat the Jews,”* and all II., a spot of ground near Red-crossJews who desired to exempt themselves street, in London, was the only place in all from the infliction of this cruelty, com- England wherein they were allowed to muted for a payment in money. It was bury their dead. likewise ordained in one of the Catholic In 1262, after the citizens of London services, during Lent, that all orders of broke into their houses, plundered their men should be prayed for except the property, and murdered seven hundred Jews. These usages were instituted of them in cold blood, King Menry III. and justified by a dreadful perversion of gave their ruined synagogue in Lothbury scripture, when rite and ceremony tri- to the friars called the fathers of the umphed over truth and mercy. Huma- sackcloth. The church of St. Olave in nity was dead, for superstition Molochized the Old Jewry was another of their synathe heart.

gogues till they were dispossessed of it: From the dispersion of the Jews they were the sufferings they endured to be have lived peaceably in all nations to- recounted we should shudder. Our old wards all, and in all nations been perse- English ancestors would have laughed cuted, imprisoned, tortured, and put to any one to derision who urged in a Jew's death, or massacred by mobs. In Eng- behalf, that he had “eyes," or "hands," land, kings conspired with their subjects to organs, dimensions, senses, affections, oppress them. To say nothing of the passions ;" or that he was “fed with the well-known persecutions they endured same food, hurt with the same weapons, under king John, the walls of London subject to the same diseases, healed by

the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christ.

M. Fosbroke's Brit Mon.


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