Sow wheat in mud,
"Twill stand a flood:
Barley in dust,

Be dry that must.

This rule in gardening never forget
To sow dry, and plant wet.

When the sand doth feed the clay,
England woe, and well-a-day!

But when the clay doth feed the sand,
Then 'tis well with Angle-land.

Swithun. But his is
He was buried at his
Being a modest saint

The "rainbow in the morning" it would be an infliction to do more than mention, and the same is true, to a certain extent, of St. a tale that will bear re-telling. see of Winchester on July 15th. he preferred to lie in the churchyard. His officious friends however insisted on removing his remains into the cathedral. The grave was actually opened for the purpose when the rain began. During forty days the removal was impossible. At last they gave it up, and then the weather cleared up; leaving St. Swithun with the reputation of a very rainy saint. His day has sometimes been thought to be the anniversary of the Deluge.

St. Swithun's day, if thou dost rain,

For forty days it will remain,
St. Swithun's day, if thou be fair

For forty days 'twill rain na mair.

With regard to which saying one can only remark that it 'lies like an epitaph.' Far more correct is that other,

When God wills all winds bring rain.

As a matter of observation

When the wind's in the South

The rain's in its mouth.

And this reminds of the Fisherman's maxims.

When the wind's in the North
You need not go forth.
When the wind's in the East
The fish will bite least.
When the wind's in the South

The bait goes into their mouth.
When the wind's in the West
The fish will bite best.

The four winds have sometimes been named after the four Evangelists. According to the old Italian legend, the devil, also at one time, wished for a wind of his own. Not being able to prevail with any saint to part with his property, he proceeded to take it, stealing a piece of the North and a piece of the East; which, when he had joined them together, he found suited him exactly.

The wind is East

And that's not good for man or beast.

North East is bad for man and beast.
North West Is much the best.

No weather's ill

If the wind be still.

A sunset and a cloud so black

A Westerly wind you shall not lack.

Lastly, let me put on record some Weather glass and

nautical maxims.

Long fore-told
Long last.

Short notice

Soon past.

First rise
After low
Foretells
A sharp blow.

Mackerel backs,
And mares' tails,
Make tall ships
Wear low sails.

When the rain's before the win,
'Tis time to take the topsails in,
But, when the wind's before the rain,
Let your topsails out again.

When the wind backs, and the weather glass falls,
Then be on your guard against gales and squalls.
In fact, as they used to call out from the
of the Old Town in Edinburgh,

Gardez l'eau! Look out ahead!

upper flats

MATRIMONIAL MAXIMS.

Their name is Legion, and their wealth bewildering. They are to be found both for and against; of time and choice; for money and for love; of single life and of widowed; of unhappy and of happy marriages; even polygamy gets its notice; while the wedding-ring posies, did I venture on them, would require a chapter to themselves. Epigrams on this prolific subject abound as might have been expected; and one old divine has not thought it beneath his dignity to introduce the subject with this half-serious, and certainly most eccentric expostulation.

Our Marriage is a mar-age.

Our Matrimony is become matter-o'money.

Our Divines are dry-vines.

Our Paradise is a pair-o-dice.

And was it otherwise in the time of Noah? Ah no!

However this may be, Proverbial Philosophy strongly objects to the matter-o'money marriages.

Better a fortune in her than on her.

Cupid often takes his stand

Upon a widow's jointure land:

but it is very unsafe standing ground.

He that marries for money his children shall curse him.-Talmud.

Qui prend une femme pour sa dot

A la liberté tourne le dos.

He who for money take a wife

Has made himself a slave for life.

Epigrams have attempted a kind of apology, but in either instance it is a very poor one.

Celia thinks happiness consists in state
She weds an idiot, but she dines off plate!
When Loveless married Lady Jenny,
Whose virtues were the ready penny,
I took her, said he, like old plate,
Not for the pattern but the weight.

This is an example hardly likely to be improved into a precedent. Far more manly and healthy that other sentiment.

Marry for love and work for siller.

And even then

Lips however rosy must be fed.

The flames of love won't boil the pot,
And where's the fuel to be got?

But work all such must, for

When poverty comes in at the door, love flies out at the window. The mention of Love turns the supply on at once, and a perfect flood of adages might follow.

Amour et mort

Death and love

Rien est plus fort. Rise all above.

Or, as was the inscription of that famous statue of antiquity,

Who'er thou art, thy master see,

That was, or is, or is to be.

But Cupid is capricious.

Follow love and it will flee,

Flee, and it will follow thee.

an idea well worked out in the old Scotch song of 'Duncan Gray.'

As the French say,

Again,

There are no pretty prisons,

And no ugly sweet-hearts.

'Love is blind.'

notoriously; but what is still more singular is that, People in love think others' eyes are out.