Bishop Bruno awoke in the dead midnight,
And he heard his heart beat loud with affright:
He dreamt he had rung the palace bell,
And the sound it gave was his passing knell.

Bishop Bruno smiled at his fears so vain
He turned to sleep and he dreamt again
He rung at the palace gate once more,

And Death was the porter that opened the door.

He started up at the fearful dream,

And he heard at his window the screech owl scream Bishop Bruno slept no more that night;—

Oh! glad was he when he saw the day light!

Now he goes forth in proud array,
For he with the emperor dines to-day;
There was not a baron in Germany
That went with a nobler train than he.

Before and behind his soldiers ride,
The people throng'd to see their pride;
They bow'd the head, and the knee they bent,
But nobody blest him as he went.

So he went on stately and proud,

When he heard a voice that cried aloud,

Ho! ho! bishop Bruno! you travel with glee—
But I would have you know, you travel to me!

Behind, and before, and on either side,
He took'd, but nobody he espied;

And the bishop at that grew cold with fear,
For he heard the words distinct and clear.

And when he rung the palace bell,
He almost expected to hear his knell
And when the porter turn'd the key,
He almost expected Death to see.

But soon the bishop recover'd his glee,
For the emperor welcomed him royally
And now the tables were spread, and there
Were choicest wines and dainty fare.

And now the bishop had blest the meat,

When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat,-
With the emperor now you are dining in glet,
But know, bishop Bruno, you sup with me!

The bishop then grew pale with affright,
And suddenly lost his appetite;

All the wine and dainty cheer

Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear.

But by little and little recovered he
For the wine went flowing merrily,
And he forgot his former dread,
And his cheeks again grew rosy red.

When he sat down to the royal fare
Bishop Bruno was the saddest man there;
But when the masquers entered the ball,
He was the merriest man of all.

Then from amid the masquers' crowd
There went a voice hollow and loud;

You have passed the day, bishop Bruno, with glee !
But you must pass the night with me!

His cheek grows pale and his eye-balis glare,
And stiff round his tonsure bristles his hair;

With that there came one from the masquers' band
And he took the bishop by the hand.

The bony hand suspended his breath,

His marrow grew cold at the touch of Death;
On saints in vain he attempted to call,
Bishop Bruno fell dead in the palace hall.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.

Southey.

property I think highly worthy of observ.

Lateflowering Feverfew. Pyrethrum Scro- ation, which I have found common to the

tinum.

Dedicated to St. Bruno.

October 7.

St. Mark, Pope, A. D. 336. Sts. Sergius and Bacchus. Sts. Marcellus and Apuleius. St. Justina of Padua, ▲. D. 304. St. Osith, A. D. 870.

Purveyance for Winter.

After the barvest for human subsistence during winter, most of the provision for other animals ripens, and those with provident instincts are engaged in the work of gathering and storing.

Perhaps the prettiest of living things in the forest are squirrels. They may now be seen fully employed in bearing off their future food and now many of the little creatures are caught by the art of man; to be encaged for life to contribute to his

amusement.

Squirrels and Hares. On a remark by the hon. Daines Barrington, that "to observe the habits and manners of animals is the most pleasing part of the study of zoology," a correspondent, in a letter to "Mr. Urban," says 'I have for several years diverted myself by keeping squirrels, and have found in them not less variety of humours and dispositions than Mr. Cowper observed in his hares. I have had grave and gay, fierce and gentle, sullen and familiar, and tractable and obedient squirrels. One

species, as far as my acquaintance with them has extended; and that acquaintance has been by no means confined to a tew: yet this property has, I believe, never been adverted to by any zoological writer. I mean, that they have an exact musical ear. Not that they seem to give the least attention to any music, vocal or instrumental, which they hear; but they universally dance in their cages to the most exact time, striking the ground with their feet in a regular ineasured cadence, and never changing their tune without an interval of rest. I have known them dance perhaps ten minutes in allegro time of eight quavers in a bar, thus:

then, after a pause, they would change to the time of six quavers divided into three quavers and a dotted crotchet, thus:

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again, after a considerable rest, they would return to common time divided by four semiquavers, one crotchet, four semiquavers and another crotchet, in a bar, thus:

always continuing to dance or jump to the same tune for many minutes, and always resting before a change of tune. I once kept a male and a female in one large cage, who performed a peculiar dance together thus; the male jumped sideways, describing a portion of a circle in the air; the female described a portion of a smaller circle concentric with the first, always keeping herself duly under the male, performing her leap precisely in the same time, and grounding her feet in the same moment with him.

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by me while I write this, who was born in the spring, 1781, and has been mine near seven years. He is, like Yorick,

a whoreson mad fellow-a pestilent knave-a fellow of infinite jest and fancy When he came to me, I had a venerable squirrel, corpulent, and unwieldy with age. The young one agreed well with him from their first introduction, and slept in the same cage with him; but he could never refrain from diverting himself with the old gentleman's infirmities. It was my custom daily to let them both out on the floor, and then to set the cage on a table, placing a chair near it to help the old squirrel in returning to his home. This was great exercise to the poor old brute; and it was the delight of the young rogue to frustrate his efforts, by suffering him to climb up one bar of the chair, then pursuing him, embracing him round the waist, and pulling him down to the ground; then he would suffer him to reach the second bar, or perhaps the seat of the chair, and afterwards bring him back to the floor as at first. All this was done in sheer fun and frolic, with a look and manner full of inexpressible archness and drollery. The old one could not be seriously angry at it; he never fought or mured at his unlucky companion. One scolded, but gently complained and murday, about an hour after this exercise, the old squirrel was found dead in his cage, his wind and his heart being quite broken by the mischievous wit of his young mess Mr. Urban's correspondent continues assaulted and bit me without any provo mate. My present squirrel one day thus, no squirrel will lay down what he cation. To break him of this trick, I pur actually has in his paws, to receive even sued him some minutes about the room, food which he prefers, but will always eat stamping and scolding at him, and threator hide what he has, before he will accept ening him with my handkerchief. After what is offered to him. Their sagacity in this, I continued to let him out daily, but the selection of their food is truly wonder- took no notice of him for some months ful. I can easily credit what I have been The coolness was mutual: he neither fled told, that in their winter hoards not one from me, nor attempted to come near me faulty nut is to be found; for I never At length I called him to me : it appeared knew them accept a single nut, when that he had only waited for me to make offered to them, which was either decayed the first advance; he threw off his gravity or destitute of kernel: some they reject, towards me, and ran up on my shoulder. having only smelt them; but they seem Our reconciliation was cordial and lastasually to try them by their weight, poising ing; he has never attempted to bite me them in their fore-feet. In eating, they since, and there appears no probability of feet, their food not winner toes or thumbs. every year wonderfully savage and feroI know not whether any naturalist has cious at the first coming-in of filberts and observed that their teeth are of a deep walnuts. He is frequently suffered to expatiate in my garden; he has never of late

While the male moved from A to B, or
from B to A, the female moved from C
to D, or from D to C, and their eight
feet were so critically grounded together,
that they gave but one note.
observe, that this practice of dancing
I must
seems to be an expedient to amuse them
in their confinement; because, when they
are for a time released from their cages,
they never dance, but reserve this diver-
sion until they are again immured."

orange colour."

late

he is

year 1788, proceeds thus, “A squirrel sits climbs up a very high ash tree, and soon

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"The times have been that when the brains were out the man would die;" they were "the times!" Yet, even in those times, except "the Anthrophagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders," men, whose heads grew upon their shoulders, wore them in that situation during their natural lives until by accident a head was taken off, and then infallibly "the man would die." But the extraordinary persons called 'saints," were exempt from ordinary fatality could all their sayings be recorded, we might probably find it was as usual for a decapitated saint to ask, "Won't you give me my head?" before he walked to be buried, as for an old citizen to call, "Boy, bring me my wig," before he walked to club.

St. Denys was beheaded with some other martyrs in the neighbourhood of Paris. "They beheaded them," says the reverend father Ribadeneira, "in that mountain which is at present called Mons Martyrum (Montmartre), the mountain of the martyrs, in memory and honour of them; but after they had martyred them, there happened a wonderful miracle. The body of St. Denys rose upon its feet, and took its own head up in its hands, as if he had triumphed and carried in it the crown and token of its victories. The angels of heaven went accompanying the saint, singing hymns choir-wise, with a celestial harmony and concert, and ended with these words, 'gloria tibi, Domine alleluia; and the saint went with his head in his hands about two miles, till he met with a good woman called Catula, who came out of her house; and the body of St. Denys going to her, it put the head in her hands." Perhaps this is as great a miracle as any he wrought in his life; yet those which he wrought after his death "were innumerable." Ribadeneira adds one in favour of pope Stephen, who "fell sick, and was given over by the doctors in the very monastery of St. Denys, which is near Paris; where he had a revelation, and he saw the princes of the apostles, St. Peter, and St. Paul, and St. Denys, who lovingly touched him and gave him perfect health, and this happened in the year of our Lord, 704, upon the 28th of July; and in gratitude for this favour he gave great privileges to that church of St. Denys, and carried with him to Rome certain relics of his holy body, and built a moaastery in his honour

It appears from an anecdote related by an eminent French physician, that it was believed of St. Denys that he kissed his head while he carried it; and it is equally marvellous that a man was so mad as not to believe it true. The circumstance is thus related :

"A famous watchmaker of Paris, in fatuated for a long time with the chimera of perpetual motion, became violently insane, from the overwhelming terror which the storms of the revolution excited. The derangement of his reason was marked with a singular trait. He was persuaded that he had lost his head on the scaffold, and that it was put in a heap with those of many other victims: but that the judges, by a rather too late retraction of their cruel decree, had ordered the heads to be resumed, and to be rejoined to their respective bodies; and he conceived that, by a curious kind of inistake, he had the head of one of his companions placed on his shoulders. He was admitted into the Bicétre, where he was continually complaining of his misfortune, and lamenting the fine teeth and wholesome breath which he had exchanged for those of very different qualities. In a little time, the hopes of discovering the perpetual motion returned; and he was rather encouraged than restrained in his endeavours to effect his object. When he conceived that he had accomplished it, and was in an ecstasy of joy, the sudden confusion of a failure removed his inclination even to resume the subject. He was still, however, possessed with the idea that his head was not his own: but from this notion he was diverted by a repartee made to him, when he happened to be defending the possibility of the miracle of St. Denys, who, it is said, was in the habit of walking with his head between his hands, and in that position continually kissing it. What a fool you are to believe such a story,' it was replied, with a burst of laughter; How could St. Denys kise his head? was it with his heels!" This unanswerable and unexpected retort struck and confounded the madman so much, that it prevented him from saying any thing farther on the subject; he again betcok himself to business, and entirely regained his intellects."

St. Denys, as the great patron of France,

Pinel on Insanity.