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FEB. 4. St. Andrew Corsini, a.d. 1373. 

 St. Jane, queen of France, 1505. 

 St. Isidore of Pelasium, 449. 

 St. Rembart of Bremen, 888. 

 St. Modar of Scotland. 

 St. Joseph of Lecrissa. 

 St. Gilbert, A. 



Obs. St. Andrew Corsini was said to be a perfect pattern of 

 humility, though derived from the illustrious family of Corsini_ of 

 Florence. His parents consecrated him before birth to a devote life. 

 He practised sreat austerities when Bishop of Fiesoli. He resided 

 in the Convent of the Carmelite friars, and slept on a bed made of 

 vine leaves. His charity towards the poor knew no bounds, and he 

 kept a list of all the poor people in his neighbourhood, in imitation 

 of St. Gregory the Great. He also built and endowed a magnificent 

 chapel in the great church of St. John Lateran. 



St. Gilbert founded the Order of Gilbertins, the male communi- 

 ties whereof followed the rule of the Canons Regulars, while the 

 females followed the rule of St. Benedict. 



Goldilocks Polytricum commune. 



This plant is to be found recorded today in some calendars of 

 natural history. 



Partridges about this time begin to be heard towards night 

 making their well known harsh noise. But when the weather is as 

 cold as in the present year, they are not so clamorous as in warm 

 seasons. 



I'he Throstle, the Missel, the Blackbird, the Wren, and the 

 Robin, are in song already, and may be heard even if the weather 

 be frosty. 



On the Throstle, by Grahame. 



Varied as his plumes, and as his plumes 



Blend beauteous, each with each, so run his notes 



Smoothly, with many a happy rise and fall. 



How prettily upon his parded breast 



The vividly contrasted tints unite. 



To please the admiring eye ! so loud and soft, 



And high and low, all in his notes combine, 



In alternation sweet, to charm the ear. 



Full earlier than the Blackbird he begins 

 His early strain. Regardless of the frown 

 Which Winter casts on primaveral day, 

 Though snowy flakes melt in the Primrose cup. 

 He, warbling on, awaits the sunny beam 

 That mild gleams down, and spreads o'er all the grove. 



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