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Doway with licence, and approbation of
the Ordinary, M.DC.XXXII," relates of this St. Tyrannio, Bp. &c. A. D. 310. Sts. saint, that he was born in a village called Sadoth, Bp. &c. A. D. 342. St. Eleu- Lenton, or Litton, near Bristol, with many therius, Bp. A. D. 532. St. Mildred, Ab- marvels concerning him, and among them bess. St. Eucherius, Bp. A. D. 743. this :—He became a priest, but kept St. Ulrick.
hawks and dogs for sport, till he met a
beggar who asked alms. Ulrick said, he did St. Mildred.
not know whether he had aught to bestow : This saint was the first abbess of Min “ Look in thy purse," quoth the beggar, ster, in the isle of Thanet, founded by
" and there thou shalt find twopence king Egbert about 670, in satisfaction for halfpenny.” Ulrick finding as he was told, having murdered his two nephews, Ethel- received thanks, and a prophecy that he dred and Ethelbright; to which satisfac- should become a saint, whereupon he tion he was “ miraculously terrified, by starved and hermitized at Hessleborough, seeing a ray of bright light dart from the in Dorsetshire, about thirty miles from heavens upon their grave." In 1033, her Exeter. “ The skin only sticking to his remains were removed to St. Augustine's bones," his daintiest food was oaten-bread monastery at Canterbury, and venerated and water-gruel. He passed many nights above all the relics there, and worked without sleep, never slept but when he miracles, as all saints' relics did in those could not keep awake, and never went to favoured times. The churches of St. Mil- bed, “but, leaning his head to a wall, he dred, Bread-street, and St. Mildred in the tooke a short allowance;" and when he Poultry, London, are dedicated to her.* awoke," he would much blame and chas.
In St. Mildred's church in the Poultry, tise his body, as yielding vnto ouermuch Thomas Tusser, whose “ Five Hundred nicenesse.” His pillow was ropes of hay, Points of Good Husbandrie” have been his clothing poor, and lined next the skin cited in former pages of this work, was
with a rough shirt of hair-cloth, till his buried, and on his tomb this
flesh having overcome its uneasiness, he wore next his skin an iron coat of mail.
In the sharpest cold of winter, having Here Taomas TUSSER,
first put off his iron shirt, he was wont to clad in earth, doth lie,
get into a vessel of cold water and recite That sometime made
psalms. His coat of inail hanging below The pointes of Husbandrie : his knees, he went to the knight who gave By him then learne thou maist; it to him, to take counsel therein. His here learne we must,
military adviser persuaded him to send it When all is done, we sleepe,
to London to be cut; but he gave the knight and turne to dust :
"a payre of sheares." The
knight hesitated, And yet, through Christ,
the other entreated. “ The one falls to to Heaven we hope to goe; Who reades his bookes,
his prayers, the other endeavours with shall find his faith was so.t
iron and steale to cut iron and steale, when both their labours tooke prosperous
effect; for the knight, in his cutting worke, St. Ulrick.
seemed rather to divide a piece of cloath Of this saint, who died the 28th of than a peece of iron.” Then the saint, February, 1154, Butler says little. “ without any sheeres, pulled asunder
“ The Flowers of the Lives of the the little rings of that part of his coate most renowned SAINCTS of the three cutt off, and distributed them charitably kingdoms, England, Scotland, and Ire- to all that desired, by virtue whereof land, written and collected out of the best manie diseases were cured.” Envying authours and manuscripts of our nation, such rare goodness, an infernal spirit, in and distributed according to their feasts most horrible shape, dragged him into in the calendar, By THE R. FATHER, the church, and ran him round the paveHIEROME PORTER, Priest and Mouke og ment, till the apparition of a virgin stopped the holy order of Sainct Benedict, of the this rude behaviour ; however, the infernal Congregation of England, Printed at took advantage of the saint when he was
sick, and with a staff he had in his hand gave him three knocks on the head, and departed. The devil tormented him other
• Butler's Lives of the Saints.
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 diss ved, 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 Howers 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. 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.
BREAKFAST IN COLD WEATHER.
“ Here it is," says the “ Indicator,"
ready laid. Imprimis, tea and coffee ;
secondly, dry toast; thirdly, butter; CHRONOLOGY.
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,
To the Editor. Tell where the lurking hamlet lies :
To disemburthen oneself of ennui, and Hills white with many a bleating throng, And lakes, whose willowy banks along,
to find rational amusement for every seaHerds or ruminate, or lave,
son of the year, is a grand desideratum in Immersiog 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 Greet with the hope of future grain : give my recipe in the Everlasting CalenA tender blade, ere Autumn smile
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
ter, come amiss to me; for I have con
trived to make myself an Universal FLORAL DIRECTORY.
Sportsman, and am become so devoted a White crocus. Crocus versicolor.
page of Diana, that I 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 neighShe was a penitent, asked public pardon bour's duck, or goose, or a chicken, shot or 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."
dairy maid 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 Silvera' known 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 erdistempers, without any human succour
rands, are “pyked off” pack and bag
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 cover, to the termination of the day with to the severities of the weather, and cards, I have plenty of rational amuse
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 FLORAL DIRECTORY.
fishing tackle for April, when the verdant Herb Margaret. Bellis perennis.
meadows again draw me to the riverside Dedicated to St. Margaret, of Cortona.
My wife has now rational employment for the rest of the Summer in catching
and impaling the various flies of the sea-, A valued correspondent obliges the son against my trout mania comes, which Every-Day Book with an original sketch, is usual early in Vay, when all ber maids, hasty and spirited as its hero, when the assist in this flyfowling sport. I have
generally been successful in sport, but I * Butler's Saints.
shall never forget my disappointment
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 snufi, 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 plums! I into their carp and tench ponds. I have dare not proceed to tell you how 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. of my 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 longu 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, Juwler, 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 a crown, has better grey- fore I had ridden any thing but rny rockhounds than Fly and Dart are, nor a ing horse. There then 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 wea. other game, I go sometimes for a frolic therbeaten carcass at last, and invoke thy
tutelary protection for old
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, Sanguine donem.
trey, was soe taken with her beautie, that
he had a vehement desire to carrie her I have the honour to remain,
away by force and marrie her.” St. MilYours ever,
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 de
struction, wherefore they desisted. She ADDRESS TO THE MOON,
ordered the wild geese who ate the corn
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 ye
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 musician, But " 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 !
Apricot. Prunus Armeniaca.
Dedicated to St. Milburge.
The landscape, nature seems bedight
If ice still remain let those who tempt Have e'er been blessed with such a sight! it beware: Ani! :r!! such moonshine :-but enough
The frost-bound rivers bear the weight Of this tame “ milk and water” stuff. A
Of many a vent'rous elf;
Be careful for himself :
For, like the world, deceitful ice
Who trusts it makes them rue :
B. Dositheus. St. Peter Damian, Card. And quite as faithless too.
* Porter's Flowers of the Saints