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For coldnesses in men: and so,
With them departed long ago,

And with wild flowers and trees
And with the living breeze,
And with the “ still small voice"
Within, I would rejoice,
And converse hold, while breath
Held me, and then-come Death!


Blue Sowthistle. Sonchus Cæruleus,

Dedicated to B. Raingarda,
June 27.

hygrometer and the vane under his daily

notice.” St. Ladislas I., king of Hungary, A. D. 1095. St. John, of Moutier, 6th


Perforated St. John's Wort. Hypericum


Dedicated to St. John, Mr. Howard, in his work on the we ther, is of opinion, that farmers and others, who are particularly interested in

June 28. being acquainted with the variations in the weather, derive considerable aid from St. Irenæus, Bp. of Lyons, A. D. 202. st. the use of the barometer. He says, “ in

Leo II., Pope A.D. 683. Sts. Plutarch

and others, Martyrs, about A.D. 202, fact, much less of valuable fodder is

Sts. Potamiana and Basilides, Martyrs. spoiled by wet now than in the days of our forefathers. But there is yet room

CHRONOLOGY. for improvement in the knowledge of our 1797. George Keate, F.R.S., died, aged farmers on the subject of the atmosphere. sixty-seven. He was born at Trowbridge in It must be a subject of great satisfaction Wilts, educated at Kingston school, called and confidence to the husbandman, to to the bar, abandoned the profession of the know, at the beginning of a summer, by law, amused himself with his pen, and the certain evidence of meteorological re- wrote several works. His chief producsults on record, that the season, in the tion is the account of “Capt. Wilson's ordinary course of things, may be ex- Voyage to the Pelew Islands;" his pected to be a dry and warm one; or to “Sketches from Nature," written in the find, in a certain period of it, that the manner of Sterne, are pleasing and popular, average quantity of rain to be expected for the month has already fallen. On the

FLORAL DIRECTORY. other hand, when there is reason, from the same source of information, to expect

Blue Cornflower. Centaurea Cyanus.

Dedicated to St. Irenæus. much rain, the man who has courage to begin his operations under an unfavour

NOW, able sky, but with good ground to conclude, from the state of his instruments

A hot day. and his collateral knowledge, that a fair Now the rosy- (and lazy-) fingered interval is approaching, may often be Aurora, issuing from her saffron house, profiting by his observations; while his calls up the moist vapours to surround cautious neighbour, who waited for the her, and goes veiled with them as long as weather to settle,' may find that he has she can; till Phæbus, coming forth in his let the opportunity go by. This supe- power, looks every thing out of the sky, riority, however, is attainable by a very and holds sharp uninterrupted empire moderate share of application to the sub- from his throne of beams. Now the iect: and by the keeping of a plain diary mower begins to make his sweepiog cuts of the barometer and raingauge with the more slowly, and resorts oftener to the

beer. Now the carter sleeps a-top of his countenances that seem to expostulate load of hay, or plods with double slouch with destiny. Now boys assemble round of shoulder, looking out with eyes wink- the village pump with a ladle to it, and ing under his shading hat, and with a delight to make a forbidden splash and hitch upward of one side of his mouth. get wet through the shoes. Now also Now the little girl at her grandmother's they make suckers of leather, and bathe cottage-door watches the coaches that go all day long in rivers and ponds, and by, with her hand held up over her sunny follow the fish into their cool corners, and forehead. Now labourers look well, rest- say millions of “ my eyes !" at "tittleing in their white shirts at the doors of bats.” Now the bee, as he hums along, rural alehouses. Now an elm is fine seems to be talking heavily of the heat. there, with a seat under it; and horses Now doors and brick-walls are burning drink out of the trough, stretching their to the hand; and a walled lane, with yearning necks with loosened collars; dust and broken bottles in it, near a and the traveller calls for his glass of ale, brick-field, is a thing not to be thought having been without one for more than of. Now a green lane, on the contrary, ten minutes; and his horse stands wincing thick-set with hedge-row elms, and havat the flies, giving sharp shivers of his ing the noise of a brook “ rumbling in skin, and moving to and fro his inef- pebble-stone,” is one of the pleasantest fectual docked tail; and now Miss Betty things in the world. Now youths and Wilson, the host's daughter, comes stream- damsels walk through hay-fields by chance; ing forth in a flowered gown and ear- and the latter say, «ha' done then, Wilrings, carrying with four her beautiful liam ;" and the overseer in the next field fingers the foaming glass, for which, after calls out to “ let thic thear hay thear the traveller has drank it, she receives bide;" and the girls persist, merely to with an indifferent eye, looking another plague " such a frumpish old fellow.” way, the lawful two-pence: that is to say, Now, in town, gossips talk more than unless the traveller, nodding his ruddy ever to one another, in rooms, in doorface, pays some gallant compliment to ways, and out of windows, always beginher before he drinks, such as “ I'd rather ning the conversation with saying that the kiss you, my dear, than the tumbler,”- heat is overpowering. Now blinds are or “I'll wait for you, my love, if you'll let down, and doors thrown open, and marry me;" upon which, if the man is flannel waitcoats left off, and cold 'mcat good-looking and the lady in good-hu- preferred to hot, and wonder expressed mour, she smiles and bites her lips, and why tea continues so refreshing, and peosays “ Ab-men can talk fast enough;” ple delight to sliver lettuces into bowls, upon which the old stage-coachman, who and apprentices water doorways with tinis buckling something near her, before he canisters that lay several atoms of dust. sets off, says in a hoarse voice,“ So can Now the water-cart, jumbling along the women too for that matter," and John middle of the streets, and jolting the Boots grins through his ragged red locks, showers out of its box of water, really and doats on the repartee all the day after. does something. Now boys delight to Now grasshoppers " fry," as Dryden says. have a waterpipe let out, and set it bubNow cattle stand in water, and ducks are bling away in a tall and frothy volume. envied. Now boots and shoes, and trees Now fruiterers' shops and dairies look by the road side, are thick with dust; pleasant, and ices are the only things to and dogs rolling in it, after issuing out of those who can get them. Now ladies the water, into which they have been loiter in baths; and people make presents thrown to fetch sticks, come scattering of flowers; and wine is put into íce; and horror among the legs of the spectators. the after-dinner lounger recreates his head Now a fellow who finds he has three with applications of perfumed water out miles further to go in a pair of tight shoes, of long-necked bottles. Now the lounger, is in a pretty situation. Now rooms with who cannot resist riding his new horse, the sun upon them become intolerable; feels his boots burn him. Now buckand the apothecary's apprentice, with a skins are not the lawn of Cos. Now bitterness beyond aloes, thinks of the jockies, walking in great coats to lose pond he used to bathe in at school. Now flesh, curse inwardly. Now five fat peomen with powdered heads (especially if ple in a stage coach, hate the sixth fat thick) envy those that are unpowdered, one who is coming in, and think he has and stop to wipe them up hill, with no right to be so large. Now clerks in offices do nothing, but drink soda-water to spread ; and the dragoons wonder wheand spruce-beer, and read the news- ther the Romans liked their helmets; and paper. Now the old clothes-man drops old ladies, with their lappets unpinned, his solitary cry more deeply into the areas walk along in a state of dilapidation; and on the hot and forsaken side of the street; the servant-maids are afraid they look and bakers look vicious; and cooks vulgarly hot; and the author, who has are aggravated : and the steam of a ta- à plate of strawberries brought him, finds vern kitchen catches hold of one like the that he has come to the end of his writ. breath of Tartarus. Now delicate skins ing.--Indicator. are beset with gnats; and boys make their sleeping companion start up, with In the “ Miscellanies,” published by playing a burning-glass on his hand ; and the Spalding Society of Antiquaries there blacksmiths are super-carbonated ; and is a poem of high feeling and strong coblers in their stalls almost feel a wish expression against “ man's cruelty to to be transplanted; and butter is too easy man:”

Why should mans high aspiring mind

Burn in him, with so proud a breath;
When all his haughty views can find

In this world, yields to death ;
The fair, the brave, the vain, the wise,

The rich, the poor, and great, and small,
Are each, but worms anatomys,

To strew, his quiet hall.
Power, may make many earthly gods,

Where gold, and bribery's guilt, prevails ;
But death's, unwelcome honest odds,

Kicks oer, the unequal scales.
The flatter'd great, may clamours raise

Of Power,—and, their own weakness hide,
But death, shall find unlooked for ways

To end the Farce of pride.-
An arrow, hurtel'd ere so high

From e'en a giant's sinewy strength,
In time's untraced elernity,

Goes, but a pigmy length-
Nay, whirring from the tortured string,

With all its pomp, of hurried flight,
Tis, by the Skylarks little wing;

Outmeasured, in its height.
Just so, mans boasted strength, and power,

Shall fade, before deaths lightest stroke;
Laid lower, than the meanest flower-

Whose pride, oertopt the oak.
And be, who like a blighting blast,

Dispeopled worlds, with wars alarms,
Shall, be himself destroyed at last,

By poor, despised worms.
Tyrants in rain, their powers secure,

And awe slaves' murmurs, with a frown;
But unawed death, at last is sure,

To sap the Babels down
A stone thrown upward, to the skye,

Will quickly meet, the ground agen :
So men-gods, of earths vanity,

Shall drop at last, to men ;
And power, and pomp, their all resign

Blood purchased Thrones, and banquet Halls.
Fate, waits to sack ambitions shrine

As bare, as prison walls,

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Where, the poor suffering wretch bows down,

To laws, a lawless power hath past ;-
And pride, and power, and King, and Clown,

Shall be death's slaves at last.
Time, the prime minister of death,

There's nought, can bribe his honest will
He, stops tlie richest Tyrants breath,

And lays, his mischief still :
Each wicked scheme for power, all stops,

With grandeurs false, and mock display,
As Ere's shades, from high mountain tops,

Fade with the rest, away.
Death levels all things, in his march,

Nought, can resist his mighty strength;
The Pallace proud, -triumphal arch,

Shall mete, their shadows length :
The rich, the poor, one common bed,

Shall find, in the unhononred grave,
Where weeds shall crown alike, the head,
Of 'Tyrant, and of Slave.

Juur 29.

as to lose the deformity of the dark, dingy,

Vatican palace. The gathering shades of
Holiday at the Public Offices, except Excise, night rendered the illumination every mo-
Stamp, and Custom.

ment more brilliant. The whole of this
St. Peter, the Apostle. St. Hemma, a. D. immense church—its columns, capitals,

cornices, and pediments—the beautiful

swell of the lofty dome, towering into St. Peter.

heaven, the ribs converging into one point From this apostle the Romish church at top, surmounted by the lantern of the assumes to derive her authority, and ap- church, and crowned by the cross,-all were points this his anniversary, which she designed in lines of fire; and the vast sweep splendidly celebrates. The illuminations of the circling colonnades, in every rib, at Rome on this day would astonish the line, mould, cornice, and column, were apostle were he alive. From the account resplendent in the same beautiful light. of a recent traveller, they appear to be « While we were gazing upon it, sudmore brilliant than an Englishman can denly a bell chimed. On the cross of well imagine; he witnessed them, and fire at the top waved a brilliant light, as describes them in these words :

if wielded by some celestial hand, and “At Ave Maria we drove to the piazza instantly ten thousand globes and stars of of St. Peter's. The lighting of the lan- vivid fire seemed to roll spontaneously ternoni, or large paper lanterns, each of along the building, as if by magic; and which looks like a globe of ethereal fire, self-kindled, it blazed in a moment into had been going on for an hour, and, by one dazzling flood of glory. Fancy berthe time we arrived there, was nearly self, in her most sportive mood, could completed. As we passed the Ponte San scarcely have conceived so wonderful a Angelo, the appearance of this magnificent spectacle as the instantaneous illuminchurch, glowing in its own brightness- ation of this magnificent fabric: the the millions of lights reflected in the agents by whom it was effected were uncalm waters of the Tiber, and mingling seen, and it seemed the work of enchantwith the last golden glow of evening, so ment. In the first instance, the illuminas to make the whole building seem ations had appeared to be complete, and covered with burnished gold, had a most one could not dream that thousands and striking and magical effect.

tens of thousands of lamps were still to “ Our progress was slow, being much be illumined. Their vivid blaze harimpeded by the long line of carriages monized beautifully with the softer, milder before us; but at length we arrived at the light of the lanternoni; while the brilliant piazza of St. Peter's, and took out station glow of the whole illumination shed a on the right of its farther extremity, so rosy light upon the fountains, whose silver

fall, and ever-playing showers, accorded shone with the vivid fires, and seemed to well with the magic of the scene.

receive into itself innumerable stars and “ Viewed from the Trinità de' Monti, suns, which, shooting up into it in brightits effect was unspeakably beautiful : it ness almost insufferable, vanished, like seemed to be an enchanted palace hung earth-born hopes. The reflection in the in air, and called up by the wand of some depth of the calm clear waters of the invisible spirit. We did not, however, Tiber, was scarcely less beautiful than the drive to the Trinità de' Monti till after spectacle itself; and the whole ended in the exhibition of the girandola, or great a tremendous burst of fire, that, while it fire-works from the castle of St. Angelo, lasted, almost seemed to threaten conwhich commenced by a tremendous ex- flagration to the world. plosion that represented the raging erup- “ The expense of the illumination of tion of a volcano. Red sheets of fire St. Peter's, and of the girandola, when seemed to blaze upwards into the glow- repeated two successive evenings, as they ing heavens, and then to pour down their invariably are at the festival of St. Peter, liquid streams upon the earth. This was is one thousand crowns; when only erfollowed by an incessant and complicated hibited one night they cost seven hundisplay of every varied device that ima- dred. Eighty men were employed in the gination could figure—one changing into instantaneous illuminations of the lamps, another, and the beauty of the first ef- which to us seemed the work of enchantfaced by that of the last. Hundreds of ment : they were so posted as to be unimmense wheels turned round with a ve- seen. locity that almost seemed as if demons were whirling them, letting fall thousands of hissing dragons, and scorpions, D:. Forster, in certain remarks on the and fiery snakes, whose long convolu- excitement of the imagination, cites some tions, darting forward as far as the eye “Verses by a modern poet, on an appearcould reach in every direction, at length ance beheld in the clouds," which may vanished into air. 'Fountains and jets aptly come after the glowing description of fire threw up their blazing cascades of the illumination of St. Peter's :into the skies. The whole vault of heaven

The appearance, instantaneously disclosed,
Was of a mighty city-boldly say
A wilderness of building, sinking far
And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth
Far sinking into splendour, without end !
Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold,
With alabaster domes and silver spires,
And blazing terrace upon terrace, high
Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright
Io avenues disposed; there, towers begirt
With battlements, that on their restless fronts
Bore stars-illumination of all gems!
By earthly nature bad the effect been wrought
Upon the dark materials of the storm
Now pacified; on them, and on the cores,
And mountain steeps and summits, whereunto
The vapours had receded-taking there
Their station under a cerulean sky


disposition, an enemy to luxury, and 363.The emperor Julian died, aged thirty- averse to public amuseinents. two. He was denominated the apostate, from having professed Christianity before he ascended the throne, and afterwards

FLORAL DIRECTORY. relapsing to Paganism. He received his Yellow Rattle. Rhinanthus Galli death wound in a battle with the Per

Dedicated to St. Peter. sians. Dr. Watkins in his “ Biographical Dictionary” says, that he was virtuous and modest in his manners, and liberal in his Rome in the Nineteenth Century.

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