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JUNE 21. St. Aloysius, confessor, a.d. 1591. 

 St. Ralph, bishop and confessor, 866. 

 St. Meen, abbot, 617. 

 St. Aaron, abbot, 6th cent. 

 St. Eusebius, bishop and martyr, 379. 

 St. Leufredus, abbot, 738. 



Obs. St. Aloysius, otherwise called Louis Gonzaga, was born on 

 the 9th of March, 1568. He was brought up with the most tender 

 care and piety. In 1581 he went with his father to Spain, and re- 

 turned to Italy two years after, determined to enter into the Society 

 of Jesus. lie was some time before his father gave his consent, but 

 at last having obtained it, he entered his noviciate at St. Andrews 

 at Rome, on the 25th of November, not being completely eighteen 

 years old. Having caught an epidemical distemper which swept off 

 multitudes at Rome, St. Alvysius expired, repeating the holy name 

 of Jesus, between the 20th and 21st day of June in 1591, being 

 twenty three years, three months, and eleven days old. 



Viper Buglos Echium vulyare full fl. 

 Jasmin Jasminum officinale fl. 

 Swiss Bellfiower Campanula azurea fl. 

 Clustered Bellflower Campanula glomerata^. 

 Darkflowered Bellflower Campanula pulla fl. 

 Ptampions Phyteuma orbiculare fl. 



The Great Viper Buglos, Echium vulgare, which flowers about 

 ?his time, when growing among the long grass, is sometimes found 

 from four to five feet high. The general aspect of the meadows at 

 this time is delightful ; in some the grass is cut, and the enlivening 

 period of haymaking is begun ; in others the grass still stands, 

 adorned by the later of the Yellow Crowfoots. Some fields are 

 purple with Saint Foin, and all are rich in various grasses. The 

 wheat advances tall, the corn looks gieen and lively. The sportsman 

 is anxious to save ali the Partridge nests, which are exposed by the 

 cutting them out in the grass, and the young birds are often brought 

 up in the farm yard. 



This is the Summer solstice, and it used to be celebrated as a 

 rustic festival. The weather is now warm, and the long twiliorht 



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instead of night is a very agreeable circumstance of this season. 



On the Jasmine, from Lalla Rookh. 

 'Twas midnight — through the lattice, wreathed 

 With Woodbine, many a perfume breathed 

 From plants that wake when others sleep, 

 From timid Jasmine buds that keep 

 Their odour to themselves all day. 

 But when the sunlight dies away 

 Let the delicious secret out 

 To every breeze that roams about. 



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