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NOVEMBER. 



of its heart, up to Heaven's gates, " cribbed, 

 cabined, and confined" in a narrow cage by 

 man, is one of the most melancholy objects on 

 earth. Let those who have hearts for it keep 

 them, and listen to them with what pleasure 

 they may ; for my part, while I am myself 

 sensible of the charms of freedom, and of the 

 delights of the summer fields, I shall continue 

 to prefer the " wood notes wild" of liberty to a 

 captive's wail. 



The Anglo-Saxons termed this month, says 

 Verstegan, wind-monath ; to wit, wind-month, 

 whereby we may see that our ancestors were 

 made acquainted with blustering Boreas ; and 

 it was the ancient custom for shipmen then to 

 shroud themselves at home, and to give over 

 seafaring (notwithstanding the littleness of their 

 used voyages) until blustering March had bidden 

 them well to fare. They likewise, says Dr. 

 Sayers, called it blot-monalh, or Mood-month, on 

 account of the abundance of cattle killed for 

 the winter store, or for sacrifices. 



Moles now make their nests where they 



