:U'2 ALLHALLOW TIDE. 



NOV. 7. St. WiLLiBROiiD, first bishop of Utrecht, 

 A.D. 738. 

 St. Werenfrid, priest and confessor, 103. 

 St. Prosdeciraus, first bishop of Padua, 103. 



Ohs. St. VVillibrord was born in the kingdom of Ncrthumberlaad 

 towards the year 658, and educated in the monastery of Rippon, at 

 that time governed by St. Wilfrid, its founder. At thirty six years 

 old he set out w illi St. Swidbert and ten other English monks on the 

 mission to lower (Jermany ; they landed at Catwyck ap Zee in Hol- 

 land, and then travelled to Rome. He afterwards preached 

 Catholicism with wonderful success in Germany, and founded many 

 famous schools. He died in 738, and was buried in his monastery 

 of Eptermck. 



Fieshcoloured Gentian Gentiana incarnata still fl. 

 Gigantic Furcroea Furcroea gigantea fl. 



The above is a store plant, and requires much heat, we noticed 

 from the Floral Directory. 



Some of the later Gentians still remain in flower, even on the 

 Alps, where some sorts grow very near to the Glaciers. 



This is said to be a better time for viewing alpine scenery tlian 

 the summer is, on account of the waterfalls, which begin now to 

 pour out their liquid music in larger streams, and roar down the 

 mountain's sides in Wales and in Switzerland, reminding us of 

 Homer's — 



Xsijuap^ot wala^jtoi xaT ope!r<f<( pEovlsc. 



Mr. Coleridge has given us a fine view of a mountain scene at 

 sunrise : 



Hymn before Sunrise in the Village of Chamouny. 



Ye ipefalls ! ye that from the niouutaiii's brow 

 Adown enormous ravines slope ainaiu ; 

 Torrents, iiiefhinks, thai heard a niia-hty voice, 

 And stopped at once amid their maddest plnnge! 

 Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! 

 Who made you jiflorious as the s'ates of heaven 

 Keneath the keen full Moon? Who bade the Sun 

 Clothe you with rainbows I Who with living flowers 

 Of loveliest blue spread trarlands at your feetf 

 (lOd ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. 

 Answer ; and let the ice plains echo, God ! 

 God ! sing ye meadow streams, with gladsome voice ; 

 Ye pine irroves, with your spft and ^oullike sounds ! 

 And they too have a voice, wn piles of snow, 

 And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! 

 Ye living flowers, that skirt th' eternal frost! 

 Ve wild Goats, spoitiue round the Eagle's nest! 

 Ve Eagles, playmates of the mountain storm I 

 Ye liuhtniuKS, the dread arrows of the clouds ! 

 Ye signs and wonders of the element! 

 Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise, 

 •See verses on viewing Mount Blanc, cited in the Perennial Calendar, July L9. 



