152 WHITSUN TIDE. 



MAY 31. St. Petronilla, virgin, in 1st cent. 

 SS. Cantius, Cantianus, and Cantianilla, martyrs. 



Obs. We have no particular account of the actions of St. 

 Petronilla, but how eminent her sanctity was we may judge from 

 the lustre by which it was illustrated among apostles, prophets, and 

 martyrs. She flourished at Rome, and was buried on the way to 

 Ardea. She is commemorated in the true Martyrology of Bede. In 

 those which bear the name of St. Jerom, she is said to have been 

 a daughter of St. Peter himself, and it is affirmed that the vvord 

 Petronilla is a feminine diminutive of Peter. 



Yellow Turkscap Lily Lilium Pomponium flavum fl. 

 Trumpet Honeysuckle Lonicera sempervivens fl. 



The Yellow Pompoon Lily or Turkscap regularly flowers with us 

 in, Sussex every year on this day ; at least it has done so for many 

 years past. It is soon succeeded by the Orange Lily, which flowers 

 next month. 



With the close of JNIay, the Pear, the Plum, the Cherry, and 

 other early trees, go quite out of bloom, and late Apples alone re- 

 main in blossom. 



Wallflowers are now nearly gone, and the greatest part of the 

 early vernal Flora passes away. The meadows, however, continue 

 gilded with Crowfoot till it is cut down in the long Grass, or suc- 

 ceeded by Clover toward Midsummer. 



From Atherstones Lait Days of Herculaneum. 

 Soft tints of sweet May morn, when Day's bright god 

 Looks smiling from behind delicious mists ; 

 Throwing his slant rays on the ghstening Grass, 

 Where 'gainst the rich deep green the Cowslip hangs 

 His elegant bells of purest gold ; the pale 

 Sweet perfumed Primrose lifts its face to heaven. 

 Like the full artless gaze of infancy ; 

 The little raycrowned Daisy peeps beneath. 

 When the tall neighbour Grass, heavy with dew. 

 Bows down its head beneath the freshening breeze ; 

 Where oft in long dark lines the waving trees 

 Throw their soft shadows on the sunny fields ; 

 Where, in the musicbreathing hedge, the ihorn 

 And pearly white May Blossom, full of sweets. 

 Hang out the virgin flag of Spring, entwined 

 With dripping Honeysuckles, whose sweet breath 

 Sinks to the heart, — recalling, with a sigh, 

 Dim recollected feelings of the days 

 Of youth and early love. 



