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OCT. 29. St. Narcissus, bishop, 2d century. 

 St. Chef, abbot. 



Obs. St. Narcissus was almost fourscore years old when he was 

 placed at the head of the church of Jerusalem, in 195. The vene- 

 ration of all good men of this holy bishop could not shelter him 

 from the malice of the wicked : three incorrigible sinners laid to his 

 charge a detestable crime, which Eusebius does not mention; the 

 holy bishop made it an excuse for leaving Jerusalem, and spent se- 

 veral years undiscovered in solitude, after which he appeared again 

 like one from the dead ; the whole body of the faithful rejoiced ; 

 bending under the weight of extreme old age, he made St. Alex- 

 ander his coadjutor ; he was at that time about one hundred and 

 sixteen years old. His memory is honoured on the 29th of October. 



Green Autumnal Narcisse Narcisstis viridijiorus fl. 

 Scarlet Sage Salvia coccinea st. fl. in the greenhouse. 



This plant requires some care, not being hardy : it will sometimes blow all 

 suramei-, from the beginning of July to the end of October or later. 



The harsh screaming of aquatic fowls as they pass over us may often be 

 heard at night, when they themselves are unseen. Cranes, Storks, Geese, and 

 Ducks, all fly by night as well as by day; and the Stork is the only one of them 

 who is not clamorous : he takes to wing in silence, and pierces the aerial 

 regions unheard. The Grants, on the contrary, are the most sonorous. 



The elevated and marshalled flight of the Wild Geese, which may now be 

 frequently observed in fenny countries, seems dictated by geometrical instinct ; 

 shaped like a wedge, they cut the air with less individual exertion ; and it is 

 conjectured that the change of its form from an inverted V, an A, an L, or a 

 straight line, is occasioned by the leader of the van quitting his post at the 

 point of the angle through fatigue, and leaving his place to be filled by another, 

 nimself dropping into the rear. 



The following lines were found on a tattered piece of paper among some 

 writings that came into our possession today; we have thought them worth 

 rescuing from oblivion : 



HYMN. 

 " When thy days be fulfilled, thou shall sleep with thy fathers." 



Samuel, book 2, vii. 16. 

 As o'er the closing urn we bend, 

 Of each belov'd and honour'd friend, 



What tears of anguish roll ! 

 In vain, in Death's unconscious face. 

 The living smile we seek to trace. 

 That spoke from soul to soul. 



But shall not memory still supply 

 The kindly glance, the beaming eye. 



That oft our converse blest ? 

 That brighten'd many a prospect drear. 

 Revived our virtue, soothed our care. 



And lull'd each pain to rest. 



And when these frail remains are gone. 

 Our heaits shall still their influence own. 



Our mortal path to cheer; 

 To help us on the way to heaven, 

 Such Angel Guides by God were given ! 



How" blest to meet them there I 



