HOLY KOOD TIDE. 2.59 



SEPT. 15. St. Nicetas, martyr, 4th age. 

 St. Nicomedes, martyr. 

 St. John the Dwarf, anchoret. 

 St. Aicard or Achart, abbot and confessor. 

 St. Aper or Evre, bishop and confessor. 



Obs. Athanaric, king of the eastern Goths, being a savage prince 

 and a declared enemy to the Christian religion, in 370 raised a fu- 

 rious persecution against the church in his dominions. In the nu- 

 merous army of martyrs, St. Nicetas held a distinguished rank ; it 

 was by the lire that he sealed his faith and obedience with his blood, 

 and, triumphing over sin, passed to eternal glory. 



Threeleaved Silphium Silphium trifoliatum fl. 



True Purple Rudbeckia Rudbeckia -purpurea vera 

 full fl. 



Fulgid Rudbeckia Rudbeckia fulgida full fl. 



British Inula Inula Britannica full fl. 



Floribund Starwort Aster Jloribundus fl. 



Large Purple Starwort Aster speciosus fl. 



Raspleaved Starwort Aster Ravula full fl. 



Changeable Starwort Aster mutabilis full fl. 



Digitate Rudbeckia Rudbeckia digitata full fl. 



Narrowleaved Rudbeckia Rudbeckia angustifoUu 

 full fl. 



A great deal of work is to be done in the garden at this time. 

 The bulbous roots of 'I'ulips, Croci, Narcissi, Hyacialhs, and others, 

 should now be taken up, that is at this time, though only once in 

 three or four years, and their clustering young roots parted, and 

 transplanted again, to give them room for encrease. Various seeds 

 are to be gathered, and old haulme to be cut away, in order to pre- 

 vent the garden from getting shabby. 



The passion for gardening, which evidently came from the east, 



never prevailed much in Europe till the times of the religious orders, 



who much improved it. Nevertheless in old Rome poets were fond 



of their gardens. Ovid in Tristia alludes to his garden ; the verses 



translated are these : 



Not in my garlen, as of old, I write, 



With thee, deur couch, to finish the delight : 



1 toss upon a gliastly uintery sea. 



While tlie blue sprinkles dash my poetry. 



Fell Winter's al his war, and storms tlie more 



To see me drire to write for all his threatening roar. 



Ovid is so fond of flowers, that in the account of the Rape ot 



Proserpine, in his Fasti, he devotes several lines to the enumeration 



of the Howers gathered by her attendants. 



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