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for the encouragement of learning, ex- Hardwicke, that he so highly regarded tended only to the authors, purchasers, or “Thuanus's History," as to have resigned proprietors of the copy-right of any book the seals for the express purpose of being in English, published after the 10th of enabled to read it in the original lanApril,1710, and allowed the importation or guage.* It has been computed that a vending of any books in foreign language person who gave his attention to this printed
beyond the seas; so that any books, work for four hours every day, would not first compiled and printed in this kingdom finish the perusal in twelve months. It in any of those languages, might be re- comprehends the events of sixty-four printed abroad and sold in this kingdom, years, during the times wherein Thuanus to the great damage of the first printer or lived and flourished as an eminent French proprietor: he therefore prayed, that he author and statesman. His English might be allowed the same benefit in his biographer quotes, as a character of his copy of the “ History of Thuanus,” in writings, that, “ in a word, they are calLatin, for fourteen years. Leave was culated to render those who attend to given to bring in the bill, and it after- them better and wiser men.”+ wards passed into an act.
The protection of this excellent work was a justice due to the spirit and liber
FLORAL DIRECTORY. ality of Mr. Buckley. He had been Wall Speedwell. Veronica vivensis. originally a bookseller. John Dunton
Dedicated to St. Simeon of Jerusalem. says of him, “ He is an excellent linguist, understands the Latin, French, Dutch, and Italian languages, and is master of a February 19. great deal of wit: he prints the Daily St. Barbatus, or Barbas, Bp. A. D. 682. Courant,' and Monthly Register,' which, I hear, he translates out of the foreign pod which city he was bishop. Butler relates
This saint is patron of Benevento, of pers himself:"-a great merit, it should seem, in the eyes of old Dunton.
no miracle of him, nor does it appear from Mr. Buckley was a really learned him that any other name in the calendar printer. The collections for his edition of the Romish church is affixed to this of Thuanus were made by Carte, who day. bad fled to France from an accusation of
THE SEASON. high treason, during the rebellion of 1715 A pretty trifle from the Greek is de and while in that country possessed him- scriptive of appearances about this peself of so many materials for the purpose, riod :that he consulted Dr. Mead, the celebrated physician, and patron of literary
To a Lady on her Birthday. men, concerning the undertaking. By See amidst the winter's cold, the doctor's recommendation, it was in- Tender infant of the spring; trusted to Mr. Buckley, who imported
See the rose her bud unfold, the paper for it, which, with the mate- Every sweet is on the wing. rials, cost him 2,3501. He edited the
Hark! the purple flow'ret cries, work with fidelity, and executed it with "Tis for thee we haste away, elegance.
Tis for thee we brave the skies, Mr. Buckley was the publisher of the Smiling on thy natal day, u Spectator," which appeared in folio Soon shalt thou the pleasure prove, from his shop at the Dolphin in Little Which awaits on virtuous love Britain, a place then filled with book
Place us 'midst thy flowing hair, sellers. At the close of the seventh volume this popular work was suspended,
Where each lovely grace prevails,
Happier we to deck the fair, but resumed by Buckley in Amen-corner.
Than to wait the verbal gales. He attained to opulence and respectability, was in the commission of the peace for Middlesex, and died, greatly
FLORAL DIRECTORY. esteemed, on the 8th of September, 1741, Field Speedwell. Veronica agrestis. in the sixty-eighth year of his age.*
Dedicated to St. Barbatus. It is related of the great lord chancellor
• Bibliog. Dict. Mr. Nichols's Lit. Anecdotes.
† Mr. Collinson't Life of Thuanut.
Februarp 20. Downy 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 starred 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 Thomas 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 mail 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, to Heaven we hope to goe;
the other entreated. “ The one falls to 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
“ Tue 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 Monke og ment, ull 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, 1 Stow.
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 dissolved, 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 flowers 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 contine- 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
THE SEASON. 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, kdown.
and a genial warmth prevails the next; Accomplishments upon vice are as and, indeed, such changes are not untia
I colours on a venomous reptile. quently felt in the same day. Winter, is a vain show, and knowledge however, at this time breaks apace, and us, 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,
to find rational amusement for every seaAnd lakes, whose willowy banks along, Herds or ruminate, or lave,
son of the year, is a grand desideratum in Immersing 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 Green with the hope of future grain : give my recipe in the Everlasting CalenA tender blade, ere Autumn smile
dar 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.
In lack of other game, a neighShe was a penitent, asked public pardon bour's duck, or goose, or å chicken, shot for 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.*
dairymaid 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 Silverknown 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, to cures 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
fishing tackle for April, when the verdant Herb Margaret. Bellis perennis.
meadows again draw me to the riverside Dedicated to St. Margaret, of Cortona. to angle.
My wife has now rational employment for the rest of the Summer in catching
and impaling the various flies of the seaA valued correspondent obliges the son against my trout mania comes, which Every-Day Book with an original sketch, is usual early in May, 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 shall never forget my disappointment
* Butler's Saints.
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, bad baits 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, bugies 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 harriers, 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 longn 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, every sort.
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, Jowler, Rallywood, and twenty which remind me of those days of yore more; my pointers, Ponto and Carlo; . when I remember the old squire and bus 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 my 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 ther, O
ratcatching Busy, Snap, and Nim- Diana! greatest Diana of the Ephesians ! with whom, in the absense of at thy feet will I repose my old and wea
I go sometimes for a frolic therbeaten carcass at last, and invoke thy