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This is tne e.eventh month of the year, the visible approach of winter, is unThe anglo-saxons gave names in their doubtedly a gloomy month 10 the gloomy own tongue to each month, and “No- but to others, it brings but pensiveness, a vember they termed wint-monat, to wit, feeling very far from destitute of pleasure; wind-moneth, whereby wee may see that and if the healthiest and most imaginaour ancestors were in this season of the tive of us may feel their spirits pulled yeare made acquainted with blustring down by reflections connected with earth, Boreas; and it was the antient custome its mortalities, and its mistakes, we for shipmen then to shrowd themselves at should but strengthen ourselves the more home, and to give over sea-faring (not. to make strong and sweet music with the withstanding the littlenesse of their then changeful but harmonious movements of used voyages) untill blustring March had nature.” This pleasant observer of the bidden them well to fare."* They like- months further remarks, that, “There are wise called it blot-monath. In the saxon, many pleasures in November if we will blotmeans blood; and in this month lift up our matter-of-fact eyes, and find Chey killed gre abundance of cattle for that there are matters-of-fact we seldoin winter-store, or, according to some, for dream of. It is a pleasant thing to meet purposes of sacrifice to their deities.f the gentle fine days, that come to contra

Bishop Warburton commences a letter dict our sayings for us; it is a pleasant to his friend Hurd, with an allusion to the thing to see the primrose come back evil influence which the gloominess of again in woods and meadows; it is a this month is proverbially supposed to pleasant thing to catch the whistle of the have on the mind. He dates from Bed- green plover, and to see the greenfinches ford-row, October 28th, 1749:-“ I am congregate; it is a pleasant thing to listen now got hither," he says, “ to spend the to the deep amorous note of the woodmonth of November : the dreadful month pigeons, who now come back again; and of November! when the little wretches it is a pleasant thing to hear the deeper hang and drown themselves, and the voice of the stags, making their triumgreat ones sell themselves to the court phant love amidst the falling leaves. and the devil."

“ Besides a quantity of fruit

, our “ This is the month," says Mr. Leigh gardens retain a number of the flowers Hunt, “ in which we are said by the of last month, with the stripped lily in Frenchman to hang and drown ourselves leaf; and, in addition to several of the We also agree with him to call it the flowering trees and shrubs, we have the gloomy month of November;' and, above fertile and glowing china-roses in flower : all, with our in-door, money-getting, and in fruit the pyracantha, with its and unimaginative habits, all the rest of lustrous red-berries, that cluster so beauthe year, we contrive to make it so. Not tifully on the walls of cottages. This is all of us, however: and fewer and fewer, the time also for domestic cultivators of we trust, every day. It is a fact well flowers to be very busy in preparing for known to the medical philosopher, that, those spring and winter ornaments, which in proportion as people do not like air used to be thought the work of magic. and exercise, their blood becomes darker They may plant hyacinths, dwarf tulips, and darker : now what corrupts and polyanthus-narcissus, or any other modethickens the circulation, and keeps the rately-growing bulbous roots, either in humours within the pores, darkens and water-glasses, or in pots of light dry clogs the mind; and we are then in a earth, to flower early in their apartments

. state to receive pleasure but indifferently If in glasses, the bulb should be a little or confusedly, and pain with tenfold pain in the water; if in pots, a little in the fulness. If we add to this a quantity of earth, or but just covered. They should unnecessary cares and sordid mistakes, it be kept in a warm light room. is so much the worse. A love of pature “The trees generally lose their leaves is the refuge. He who grapples with in the following succession :-- walnut, March, and has the smiling eyes upon mulberry, horse-chesnut, sycamore, lime, him of June and August, need have no ash, then, after an interval, elm, then fear of November.–And as the Italian beech and oak, then apple and peachproverb says, every medal has its reverse. trees, sometimes not till the end of NoNovember, with its loss of verdure, its vember; and lastly, pollard oaks and frequent rains, the fall of the leaf, and young beeches, which retain their wither

ed leaves till pushed off by their new Verstegan.

t Dr. F. Sayer. ones in spring. Oaks that happen to be

THE EVERY-DAY BOOK.—NOVEMBER 1.

stripped of their leaves by chaffers, will Among our autumnal pleasures, we
often surprise the haunter of nature by ought not to have omitted the very falling
being clothed again soon after midsum- of the leaves :
mer with a beautiful vivid foliage. To view the leaves, thin dancers upon air,
The farmer endeavours to finish his Go eddying round.

C. Lamó ploughing this month, and then lays up “ Towards the end of the month, under his instruments for the spring. Cattle the groves and other shady places, they are kept in the yard or stable, sheep begin to lie in heaps, and to rustle to the turned into the turnip-field, or in bad foot of the passenger; and there they weather fed with hay; bees moved under will lie till the young leaves are grown shelter, and pigeons fed in the dove- overhead, and spring comes to look down house.

upon them with their flowers :
( Spring! of hope, and love, and youth, and gladness,
Wind-winged emblem ! brightest, best, and fairest !
Whence comest thou, when, with dark winter's sadness,
The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou sharest ?
Sister of joy, thou art the child who wearest
Thy mother's dying smile, tender and sweet;
Thy mother Autumn, for whose grave thou bearest
Fresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle feet,

Disturbing not the leaves, which are her winding sheet. Sheliey.
November 1.

“ The first day of November was con

sidered (among the ancient Welsh) as the All Saints. St. Cæsarius, A. D. 300. St. conclusion of summer, and was celebrated

Mary. M. St. Marcellus, Bp. of Paris, with bonfires, accompanied with ceremo51h Cent. St. Benignus, Apostle of nies suitable to the event, and some parts

Burgundy, A. D. 272. St. Austremo- of Wales still retain these customs. Irenins, 3d Cent. St. Harold VI., King land retains similar ones, and the fire that of Denmark, A.D. 980.

is made at these seasons, is called Beal All Saints.

teinidh, in the Irish language, and some

antiquaries of that country, in establishThis festival in the almanacs and the ing the eras of the different colonies church of England calendar is from the planted in the island, have been happy church of Rome, which celebrates it in enough to adduce as an argument for their commemoration of those of its saints, to Phænician origin this term of Beal whom, on account of their number, par

teinidh. ticular days could not be allotted in their “ The meaning of tàn, (in Welsh), like individual honour.

the Irish teinidh, is fire, and Bal is simply On this day, in many parts of England, a projecting springing out or expanding, apples are bobbed for, and nuts crack and when applied to vegetation, it means ed, as upon its vigil, yesterday; and we a budding or shooting out of leaves and still retain traces of other customs that we blossoms, the same as balant, of which it had in common with Scotland, Ireland, is the root, and it is also the root of bala and Wales, in days of old.

and of blwydd, blwyddyn and blynedd,

a year, or circle of vegetation. So the To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. signification of bál dán, or tár, bál, would Sir,

be the rejoicing fire for the vegetation, or Should the following excerpt relative for the crop of the year.” to the first of November be of use The following seven triplets by Lly to you, it is at your service, extracted warch Han, who lived to the surprising froin a scarce and valuable work by Dr. age of one hundred and forty years, and W. Owen Pughe, entitled “ Translations wrote in the sixth century, also relate to the of the Heroic Elegies of Llywarch Hên, subject. The translations, which are strictly London, 1792."

literal, are also from the pen of Dr. Pughe Triplets.

Tribanau, 1.

1.
On All Saints day hard is the grain,

Calangauaf caled grawa
The leaves are dropping, the puddle is full. Dail ar gychwyn, Oynwyn Vawa :-
At setting off in the morning

Y hore cyn noi fyned,
Woe to him that will trust a stranger.

Gwae a ymddiried i estrawn

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2. All Saints day, a time of pleasant gossiping, Calangauaf cain gyfrin, The gale and the storm keep equal pace, Cyfred awel a drychin : It is the labour of falsehood to keep a secret. Gwaith celwydd yw celu rhin. 3.

3. On All Saints day the stags are lean, Calangauaf cul hyddod Yellow are the tops of birch ; deserted is the Melyn blaen bedw, gweddw hafod : summer dwelling

Gwae a haedd melyi er bychod! Woe to him who for a trifle deserves a curse.

4.

4. On All Saints day the iops of the branches Calangauaf crwm blaen gwryeg are bent ;

Gnawd o ben diried derfysg ; In the mouth of the mischievous, disturbance Lle ni bo dawn ni bydd dysg.

is congenial: Where there is no natural gist there will be no

learning

5.

5. On All Saints day blustering is the weather. Very unlike the beginuing of the past fair Annhebyg i gyntefin :

Calangaual garw hin, Besides God there is none who knows the

Namwyn Duw nid oes dewin. future.

season :

6.

6. On All Saints day 'tis hard and dry,

Calangauaf caled cras, Doubly black is the crow, quick is the arrow

Purddu bran, buan o fras: from the bow,

Am gwymp

hen chwerddid gwên gwks For the stumbling of the old, the looks of the young wear a smile. 7.

7. On All Saints day bare is the place where Calangauaf Uwn goddaith,

the heath is burnt, The plough is in the furrow, the ox at work :

hradyr yn rhych, ych yn ngwaith :

O'r cani odid cydymmaith. Amongst a hundred 'tis a chance to find a

friend. It will be perceived that each triplet, as was customary with the ancient Brtong s accompanied by a moral maxim, without relation to the subject of the song.

Gwilym Sais.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.
Laurastinus. Laurastinus sempervirens

Dedicated to St. Fortunatus.

November 2. this day in his own monastery; and the

like practice was partially adopted by All Souls ; or the Commemoration of the other religious houses until the year 998,

Faithful departed. St. Victorinus Bp. when it was established as a general fes-
A. D. 304. St. Marcian, A. D. 387. st. tival throughout the western churches.
Vulgan, 8th Cent.

To mark the pre-eminent importauce of

this festival, if it happened on a Sunday All Souls

it was not postponed to the Monday, as

was the case with other such solemnities, This day, also a festival in the almanacs, but kept on the Saturday, in order that and the church of England calendar, is the church might the sooner aid the suffrom the Romish church, which celebrates fering souls · and, that the dead might it with masses and ceremonies devised have every benefit from the pious exer. for the occasion. Odilon, abbot of tions of the living, the remembrance of Cluny, in the 9th century, first enjoined this ordinance was kept up, by persons the ceremony of praying for the dead on dressed in black, who went round the

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different towns, ringing a loud and dismal

FLORAL DIRECTORY.
toned bell at the corner of each street, Winter Cherry. Physalis.
every Sunday evening during the month; Dedicated to St. Marcian.
and calling upon the inhabitants to re-
member the deceased suffering the expia-

November 3.
tory flames of purgatory, and to join in
prayer for the repose of their souls." St. Malachi, Abp. of Armagh, A. D. 1144

St. Hubert, Bp. of Leige, A. D. 727 Time.

St. Wenefride, or Winefride. St. Pa Mr. John M'Creery, to whose press

Mr.

poul, or Pupulus, 3d. Cent. St. Flour, Roscoe committed his “ History of Leo A D. 389. St. Rumwald. X.," and the subsequent productions of

Without being sad, we may be serious; his pen, has marked this day by dating a

and continue to-day the theme of yesterbeautiful poem on it, which all who de

day. sire to seize the “ golden grains" of time, will do well to learn and remember daily. poetical works several citations have al

Mr. Bowring, from whose former INSCRIPTION

ready glistened these pages, in a subseFOR MY DAUGHTERS' HOUR-GLASS.

quent collection of effusions, has versified Mark the golden grains that pass

to our purpose. He reminds us tha:Brightly thro' this channell’d glass,

Man is not left untold, untaught,
Measuring by their ceaseless fall

Untrain’d by heav'n to heavenly things ;
Heaven's most precious gift to all!

No! ev'ry fleeting hour has brought
Busy, till its sand be done,

Lessons of wisdom on its wings;
See the shining current run ;

And ev'ry day bids solemn thought
But, th' allotted numbers shed,

Soar above earth's imaginings.
Another hour of life bath fled !
Its task perform’d, its travail past,

In life, in death, a voice is heard,
Like mortal man it rests at last!

Speaking in heaven's own eloquence,
Yet let some hand invert its frame

That calls on purposes deferr'd,
And all its powers return the same,

On wand'ring thought, on wild'ring sense,
Whilst any golden grains remain

And bids reflection, long interr'd,
'Twill work its little hour again.-

Arouse from its indifference.
But who shall turn the glass for man,

Another
When all his golden grains have ran?

poem

is a translation
Who shall collect his scatter'd sand,

FROM THE GERMAN.
Dispersid by time's upsparing hand ?-

Ach wie nichtig, ach wie Müchtig.
Never can one grain be found,

O how cheating, O how fleeting
Howe'er we anxious search around!

Is our earthly being !
Then, daughters, since this truth is plain, 'Tis a mist in wintry weather,
That Time once gone ne'er comes again, Gather'd in an hour together,
Improv'd bid every moment pass-

And as soon dispers'd in ether.
See how the sand rolls down your glass.
Nov. 2. 1810.

J. M. C. O how cheating, 0 how fleeting

Are our days departing !
Mr. M'Creery first printed this little

Like a deep and headlong river
effusion of his just and vigorous mind on

Flowing onward, flowing ever-
a small slip, one of which he gave at the Tarrying not and stopping never,
time to the editor of the Every-Day Book,
who if he has not like

O how cheating, O how fleeting
the little busy bee

Are the world's enjoyments!
Improved each shining hour,

All the hues of change they borrow,
is not therefore less able to determine

Bright to-day and dark to-morrowthe value of those that are gone for ever;

Mingled lot of joy and sorrow! nor therefore less anxious to secure each O how cheating, o how fleeting that may fall to him; nor less qualified to

Is all earthly beauty! enjoin on his youthful readers the import

Like a summer flow’ret Aowing,

Scattered by the breezes, blowing
ance of this truth, “that time once gone,

('er the bed on which 'twas growing
ne'er comes again.” Ile would bid them
remember, in the conscience - burning O how cheating, O how fleeting
words of one of our poets, that

Is the strength of mortals!
“Time is the stuff that life is made of."

On a lion's power they pride them,

With security beside them• Brady's Clavis Calendaria.

Yet what overthrows betide hem!

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O how cheating, O how fieeting

He has no thouglit of coming days, Is all earthly pleasure !

Though they alone deserve bis thouglit "I'is an air-suspended bubble,

And so the heedless wanderer strays, Blown about in tears and trouble,

And treasures nought and gathers bought Broken soon by flying stubble.

Though wisdom speak-his ear is dull; O how cheating, 0 how fleeting

Though virtue smile—he sces her not ; all earthly honour !

His cup of vanity is full;
He who wields a monarch's thunder, And all besides forgone-forgot.
'Tearing right and law asunder,
Is to-morrow trodden under.

These “ memorabilia" are from a three

shilling volume, entitled “ Hymns, by O how cbeating, O how fleeting

John Bowring,” intended as a sequel tc Is all mortal wisdom'

the “ Matins and Vespers.” Mr. Bow. He who with poetic fiction Sway'd and silenced contradiction,

ring does not claim that his little book” Soon is still’d by death's infiction.

shall supply the place of similar produc

tions. * If it be allowed," he says, " to O low cheating, O how fleeting

add any thing to the treasures of our Is all earthly music!

devotional poetry; if any of its pages Though he sing as angels sweetly,

should be hereafter blended with the exPlay he never so discreetly,

ercises of domestic and social worship; Death will overpower him fectly. or if it shall be the companion of medi

tative solitude, the writer will be more O bow cheating, O how fleeting

than rewarded." All this gentleman's Are all mortal treasures !

poetical works, diversified as they are, Let him pile and pile untiring,

tend “ to mend the heart."
Tine, that adds to his desiring,
Shall disperse the heap aspiring.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.
O how cheating, O how fleeting

Primrose. Primula vulgaris.
Is the world's ambition !

Dedicated to St. Flour.
Thou who sit'st upon the steepest
Height, and there securely sleepest,
Soon wilt sink, alas ! the deepest.

November 4.
O how cheating, O how fleeting
Is the pomp of mortals !

St. Charles Borromeo, Cardinal

, Abp. of Clad in purple—and elated,

Milan, A.D. 1584. Sts. Vitalis and O'er their fellows elevated,

Agrtcola, a. D. 304. St. Joannicius, They shall be by death unscated.

Abbot, A. D. 845. St. Clarus, A. D.

894. St. Brinstan, Bp. of Winchester, O how cheating, O how fleeting

A. D. 931.
All-yes! all that's earthly!
Every thing is fading-flying-
Man is mortal-earth is dying-

So say our almanacs, directly in opposi-
Christian! live on Heav'n relying. tion to the fact, that king William III. did

not land until the next day, the 5th : we The same writer truly pictures our have only to look into our annals and be fearful estate, if we heed not the silent assured that the almanacs are in error. progress of “the enemy," that by proper Rapin says, “ The fourth of November attention we may convert into a friend.- being Sunday, and the prince's birthday,

now (in 1688) thirty-eight years of age, Time.

was by him dedicated to devotion ; the On! on! our moments hurry by

fleet still continuing their course, in order Like shadows of a passing cloud,

to land at Dartmouth, or Torbay. But till general darkness wraps the sky,

in the night, whether by the violence of And man sleeps senseless in his shroud. the wind, or the negligence of the pilot,

the fleet was carried beyond the desired He sports, he trifles time away,

ports without a possibility of putting back, Till time is his to waste no more such was the fury of the wind. But "Ieedless he hears the surges play ;

soon after, the wind turned to the south, And then is dash'd upon the shore. which happily carried the fleet into Tor

KING WILLIAM LANDED.

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