is highly distinguished. "France," says shop Patrick, "glories in the relics of this saint; yet Baronius tells us, that Ratisbonne in Germany has long contested with them about it, and show his body there; and pope Leo IX. set out a declaration determining that the_true body of St. Denys was entire at Ratisbonne, wanting only the little finger of his right hand, yet they of Paris ceased not their pretences to it, so that here are two bodies venerated of the same individual saint; and both of them are mistaken if they of Prague have not been eated, among whose numerous relics find the arm of St. Denys, the apostle of Paris, reckoned." The bishop concludes by extracting part of a Latin service, in honour of St. Denys from the "Roman Missal," wherein the prominent miracie before alluded to is celebrated in the following words, thus rendered by the bishop into English.—

AUTUMN.

There is a fearful spirit busy now.

Already have the elements unfurled

Their banners: the great sea-wave is upcurled:
The cloud comes: the fierce winds begin to blow
About, and blindly on their errands go;

And quickly will the pale red leaves be hurled
From their dry boughs, and all the forest world
Stripped of its pride, be like a desert show.
I love that moaning music which I hear

In the bleak gusts of autumn, for the soul
Seems gathering tidings from another sphere,
And, in sublime mysterious sympathy,

Man's bounding spirit ebbs and swells more high,
Accordant to the billow's loftier roll.+

were obliged to follow through ponds and ditches, "over brake and briar." Every person they met was taken up by the arms and bumped, or swung against another. Each publican furnished a gallon of ale and plum-cake, which was consumed in the open air. This was a septennial custom and called gangingday.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.

Holly. Ilex aquifolium.
Dedicated to St. Ethelburge.

October 12.

St. Wilfrid, Bp. of York, a. D. 709.
Seasonable Work.

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Now come the long evenings with devices for amusing them. In the intervals of recreation there is "work to do." This word "work" is significant of an employment which astonishes men, and seems never to tire the fingers of their industrious helpmates and daughters; except that, with an expression which we are at a loss to take for either jest or earnest, because it partakes of each, they now and then exclaim, WOmens' work is never done!" The assertion is not exactly the fact, but it is not a great way from it. What " man of woman born" ever considered the quantity of stiches in a shirt without fear that a general mutiny among females might leave him "without a shirt to his back?" Cannot an ingenious spinner devise a seamless shirt, with its gussets, and wristbands, and collar, and selvages as durable as hemming? The immense work in a shirt is concealed, and yet happily every "better half" prides herself on thinking that she could never do too much towards making good shirts for her "good man." Is it not in his power to relieve her from some of this labour? Can he not form himself and friends into a" society of hearts and manufactures,"

and get shirts made, as well as washed, by Translation King Edward

machinery and steam? These inquiries are occasioned by the following

LETTER FROM A LADY.

To the Editor of the Every-Day Book.
Sir,

I assure you the Every Day Book is a great favourite among the 'adies; and therefore, I send for your insertion a

Confessor.

This, in the church of England calendar and almanacs, denotes the day to be a festival to the memory of the removal of his bones or relics, as they are called by the Roman church, from whence the fes tival is derived

Corpulency.
On the 13th of October, 1754, died

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Thus on on the air

Depend the hunter's hopes. When ruddy streaks
At eve forebode a blustering stormy day,

Or lowering clouds blacken the mountain's brow,
When nipping frosts, and the keen biting blasts
Of the dry parching east, menace the trees
With tender blossoms teeming, kindly spare
Thy sleeping pack, in their warm beds of straw
Low sinking at their ease; listless they shrink
Into some dark recess, nor hear thy voice
Thought oft invoked; or haply if thy call
Rouse up the slumbering tribe, with heavy eyes
Glazed, lifeless, dull, downward they drop their tails
Inverted; high on their bent backs erect
Their pointed bristles stare, or 'mong the tufts
Of ranker weeds, each stomach-healing plant
Curious they crop, sick, spiritless, forlorn
These inauspicious days, on other cares
Employ thy precious hours.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.
Sweet Sultan. Centaurea moschi
Dedicated to St. Teresa.

October 16.

St. Gall, Abbot, A. D. 646. St. Lullus, or Lullon, Abp., A. D. 787. St. Mummolin, or Mommolin, Bp. a. D. 665.

CUSTOM AT ESKDALE, YORKSHIRE.

Then, the aforesaid gentlemen did meet with their hounds and boar-staves in the place aforesaid, and there found a great wild boar; and the hounds did run him very hard, near the chapel and hermitage of Eskdale side, where there was a monk of Whitby, who was an hermit; and the boar being so hard pursued, took in at the chapel door, and there laid him down, and died immediately, and the hermit shut the hounds out of the chapel, and kept himself at his meditation and pray

To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. ers; the hounds standing at bay without,

Bir,

Ascension-day, whereon there is a remarkable annual custom in maintenance of a tenure, has passed, but as it originated from a circumstance on the 16th of October, you can introduce it on that day, and it will probably be informing as well as amusing to the majority of readers. The narrative is derived from a tract formerly published at Whitby. I am, &c.

WENTANA CIVIS.

the gentlemen in the thick of the wood, put behind their game, in following the cry of the hounds, came to the hermitage and found the nounds round the chapel; then came the gentlemen to the door of the chapel, and called on the hermit, who did open the door, and then they got forth, and within lay the boar dead, for which the gentlemen, in a fury, because their hounds were put out of their game, run at the hermit with their boar-staves, whereof he died; then the gentlemen knowing, and perceiving that he was in reign of king Henry II. after the con- rough; but at that time, the abbot, being On this day in the fifth year of the peril of death, took sanctuary at Scarbo quest of England, (1140,) by William, in great favour with the king, did remove duke of Normandy, the lord of Ugle- them out of the sanctuary, whereby they barnby, then called William de Bruce, the became in danger of the law, and not lord of Snaynton, called Ralph de Percy, privileged, but like to have the severity of and a gentleman freeholder called Allot the law, which was death. But the her son, did meet to hunt the wild boar, in a mit being a holy man, and being very sick certain wood or desert, called Eskdale and at the point of death, sent for the side; the wood or place did belong to the abbot, and desired him to send for the abbot of the monastery of Whitby in York- gentlemen, who had wounded him to Ishire, who was then called Sedman, and death; so doing, the gentlemen came, and the hermit being sick, said, “I am surt

abbot of the said place.

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