296 LUKE TIDE. 



OCT. 22. St. Philip, bishop of Heraclea, a.d. 304. 

 SS. Nunilo and Alodia, virgins and martyrs, 840. 

 St. Donatus, bishop of Fiesoli, 816. 

 St. Mello, bishop of Rouen, 4th cent. 

 St. Mark, bishop of Jerusalem, 156. 



Obs. St. Philip, a venerable old man, bishop of Heraclea, the 

 metropolis of Thrace, was an illustrious martyr of Christ in the per- 

 secution of Dioclesian. He was raised to the episcopal dignity, and 

 governed that church with great virtue and prudence when it was 

 shaken by violent storms, and himself with his companions were 

 sentenced to be burnt alive ; they joyfully went to the pile, and re- 

 ceived the glorious crown of martyrdom. 



SS. Nunilo and Alodia were Spanish virgins, who suiFered for the 

 Catholic faith in the time of the persecution raised at Cordova by 

 Abdaramene II. 



Threeleaved Silphium Silphium trifoliatum fl. 



In the absence of any particular notice today, we insert the 



following lines : 



EpitapJi on a Fail/tful Friend. 



A victim only to tlie lapse of age, 



Here lies a faitliful friend, the storied page 



Of history, and the Muses dirge proclaim. 



What sorrow fain would have conceal'd — his name. 



Him whom his master's fostering hand had reared. 



Whom heedless Fortune's slaughtering tread had spared, 



And bloodyhaiided Fury leftuiitorn. 



The slow uiierrinsr tooth of Time hath worn. 



Then hither, Sisters of the Sacred Spring, 



The solace of your sweetest music bring, 



And in sad number chant his homely praise. 



While tears responsive flow to your soft lays. 



Praise ye his honest face, his curlie hair, 



His nonchalance and independent air, 



Hii tongue that never knew the liar's brand. 



His faithful watch unbribed by treacherous hand. 



His deepton'd bark, surpassing all belief, 



The well known terror of each nightly thief; 



Lay up his ashes in yon Virgin's bower. 



Where the white Snowdrop"and sweet Violet flower. 



And on the urn write, "Strangers, pause and see 



The grave of one without hypocrisy! 



He llck'd the hand alone w&o would caress. 



But struck, he snapp'd with honest peevishness ; 



He guarded well the house, nor left his home 



At night in search of hidden game to roam, 



But was a sort of sentry in his cast. 



And lived a faithful Watchdog to the last. 



To his old bones be better homage paid 



Than man deserves, of whom so iruch is said; 



Nor deem the «isli unhadow'd, that the boon 



Of rest and peace should be the lot of Schroon. 



