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weary way with a comparatively happy heart, and 

 sit down again, for a little time, by her cottage-fire 

 in peace and thankfulness. God be with her ! 



When to these we add the weary wanderers the 

 world over; the shipwrecked crew, making their 

 way through some strange land ; the solitary tra- 

 vellers in the savage deserts of the earth ; the 

 worn-down remnants of discomfited armies ; the 

 captive driven in fetters to the distant mart, or, 

 escaped from thraldom, flying by night, and lurking 

 by day, from the fury of his pursuers, filled with 

 fears, and faint with famine, we have summoned 

 up images of earthly wo so immense, that we are 

 constrained, with a feeling of agonized energy, to 

 cast the care of them upon Heaven, and to grasp 

 eagerly at the only comfortable thought, that they 

 are all in the hand of God. 



The Anglo-Saxons termed this month, says Ver- 

 stegan, Wind-monath ; to wit, wind-month ; whereby 

 we may see that our ancestors were made acquainted 

 with blustering Boreas : and it was the ancient cus- 

 tom 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 like- 

 wise, says Dr. Sayers, called it Blot-monath, or 

 blood-month, on account of the abundance of cattle 

 killed for the winter store or for sacrifices. 



Moles now make their nests where they lodge 



