188 DOG DAYS. 



JULY 6. St. Palladius, apostle of the Scots, 



A.D. 450. 



St. Julian, anchoret, 4th age. 



St. Sexburgh, abbess, 7th age. 



St. Goar, priest, 575.— Oct. SS. P. and P. 



St. Moninna, virgin in Ireland, 518. 



Obs. Most authors agree that Palladius was J)eacon of the 

 Church of Rome. The Irish writers of the lives of St. Patrick say 

 that he had preached in Ireland a little before St Patrick, but he 

 was soon banished by the King of Leinster. After St. Palladius had 

 left Ireland, he arrived among the Scots in North Britain according 

 to St, Prosper in 431. The Scottish historians acknowledge him 

 to be the first bishop in that country. The Saint died at Forduii 

 about the year 450. 



Garden Hawk's Eyes Tolpis barbata full flower. 



Lesser Garden Bindweed Convolvulus tricolor 'iu\\i\. 



Common Mullein Verbascum Thapsus full fl. 



Garden Mullein Verbascum Blattaria full fl. 



Pyramidal Mullein Verbascum pyramidale full fl. 



The White Lily is now in full flower, and mixes agreeably witli 

 the Solstitial Flora in general, now in perfection, of which the fol- 

 lowing lines remind us : 



In virgin beauty blows 



The fairest Lily languishingly sweet. 



And Gawin Douglas : 



Hevinlie Lyllyis with lokkerand toppis quhyte, 

 Opynnit and schew thare istis redemyte. 



Dog Day's Song, a Parody from Antliologia. 



The morning is hot, and the Swifts are all out, 



Whirling and squeaking the garden about; 



No Zephyr is fanning the still silent grove. 



Where now is qnite mute the soft carol of love. 



Our Lady's White Lily's sweet flower is seen 



Among Midsummer blooms like a virgin queen, 



Outtopping the whole of the flow'rie Parterre, 



Of Ruses, of Pinks, and of Jassamin fair. 



Now the lazygrown labourer lags at his toil. 



And piaises instead of well working the soil, 



And placing his pots in some cool shady bower, 



From the waterpoi gives tlieni the sprinkling shower. 



The Cattle are gathered, in hope^ to be cool, 



And are slashing thtir tails in the midst of the pool: 



Wliile the moody old House Dog the swelter defies. 



And lies basking and panting, and catching at flies, 



And then, barking at nought, thinks he's wondrous wise. 



