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and on the 9th was kept the great festival of the goddess Vesta, to whom the vestal virgins paid high honours. The festival of the goddess Matuta was celebrated on the 11th. The 13th, or day of the Ides, was held the feast of Jupiter the invincible, to whom Augustus dedicated a temple for the victories he had obtained.

The festival of Minerva, termed Quinquatrus minores, and the Fiddler's feasts,was also held on this day. On the 19th sacrifices were offered to the goddess Pallas, on the Aventine Mount. The festival of Summanus was celebrated on the 20th, this day being the anniversary of the dedication of a temple to him during the war of Pyrrhus. Summanus, or Summus Manium, chief of the Manes, is a name given by the poets to Pluto. The 22nd was reckoned a fatal day, because on that day F., Flaminius was subdued by the Carthaginians. On the 23rd Syphax was vanquished by Massinissa. This day was called Dies Fortis Fortuna, because king Servius dedicated her a Temple out of the city beyond Tiber, where the Artizans and Slaves of Rome, crowned with flowers, went in boats, to divert and regale themselves. The 27th was the feast of the Lares, or Household Gods; the 28th the festival of Quirinus was celebrated upon the Quirinal Mount; Quirinus was the surname of Romulus; and the 30th the feast of Hercules and the Muses were kept in a temple dedicated to them both.

The weather in June may be viewed in general as the most pleasant of the year; the air is pregnant with salubrity, being scented with the delicious odours which arise from the thousand flowers that are now at this season in the height of bloom, for now "Exulting Flora views her new-born rose,

And the ground with short lived beauty glows."

During this month every part of the vegetable creation is in vigorous growth, the trees have put on their fullest dress, whilst the gardens to the admirer of nature's works presents a bright pageant of Summer beauty, that meets the eye in every direction, and gratifies the sense of smell with their invigorating properties.

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Having briefly particularized the appearance of this month as to its vegetable produce, we turn to "pay due honour to the two grand husbandry occupations of this season," the "Hay-harvest and Sheep-shearing." The first of these employments commences towards the latter part of the month, when it is often found to fill the air with sweetness, and is far more picturesque in the appearance it offers, as well as more pleasant in the associations it calls forth, than the Harvest in Autumn an interesting and sweet little poem under the title of "The Monthly Memorial," by Mr. Beck, forcibly paints with seasonable reflection the task of Hay-maker's.

"The mower now at morning blythe,
Sweeps o'er the mead till night's reprieve;
Thick falls the swath before his scythe,
And with'ring scents the dewy eve.

Thus flesh, like grass must fall at length,
Beneath the bushy stroke of Death:
Oh! happy he, whose with'ring strength,
In holy fragrance yields his breath,"

The other rural business above spoken of, viz. the depriving the "woolly breeders" of their valuable fleecy covering, is an occupation of vast importance in various parts of his kingdom and is so ably and beautifully described by the transcendent genius of the poet, that we here introduce his happy illustration of the animated and spirit-stirring

Scene:

"At last of snowy white the gathered flocks,
Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'd
Head above head; and, rang'd in lusty rows
The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears,
The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores,
With all her gay-drest maids attending round,
One, chief, in gracious dignity enthron'd,
Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays
Her smiles, sweet beaming on her shepherd king
A simple scene! yet hence BRITANNIA sees
Her solid Grandeur rise: hence she commands
Th' exalted stores of every brighter clime
The treasures of the sun without his rage."

THOMSON.

When two thirds of the month have elapsed, the summer solstice, or longest days happens, when we have hardly any night, the crepusculum or twilight continuing from set of Sun, till the glorious orb of day again rises to perform his brilliant task. Having rendered our account of the month more lengthy than usual, we find ourselves com pelled to conclude, which we do with reluctance, as have many interesting particulars to detail that we are sorry to omit.

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CORRESPONDING CHRONOLOGY.

May 27 St. Bede obtained the title of Venerable for his profound learning and unaffected piety. His grand work is the Ecclesiastical History of the Saxons. He died A. D. 735.

1 Genesis 18 c. 2
John 5 c. even.
St. Justin.

2 Mond. St. Erasmus, or
Ermo, died

A. D. 303.

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1199. On this day was crowned King John, surnamed Lackland. This monarch was universally detested by his people for his scandalous submission to the Pope. The Barons of England formed a confederacy against him, and compelled him to sign on the 15th of June that bulwark of English Liberty magna charta. -28 1546. Assassinated in Scotland, Cardinal Beaton, archbishop of St. Andrew's, by Lesley and other protestants, for the furious persecutions he had caused to be enforced upon them.

1759. Born on this day the great statesman William Pitt, whose uncommon eloquence, profound finaucial wisdom and integrity gained him the approbation of all persons.

-29 St. Maximinius was bishop of Friers, and died A.D.

849.

1660. On this day King Charles the II. was restored to his throne, after an exile of nine years, making a magnificent entry into London, to the great joy of the nation. It is also the anniversary of his birth.

-30 St. Felix I. a Roman by birth, succeeded Dionysius in the papal Chair, about the year A. D. 271-after filling the pontificate for upwards of four years, he suffered martyrdom in the reign of Aurelian, 1640. Died, Sir Peter Paul Rubens, the eminent painter, as well as being an artist of transcendent talent he was an excellent linguist, being proficient in no less than seven languages. His principal performances in painting were at the Banqueting House, Whitehall. The palace of the Escurial in Spain, and the Luxembourgh gallery at Paris.

-31 St. Petronilla, is said to have been a daughter of St. Peter, and to have lived in the 1st century. 1821 Died on this day, Mr. Oliver Cromwell, the last lineal descendant of the celebrated Protector. He was the great grandson of Henry Cromwell, Lord Deputy of Ireland, who was the fourth son of the Protector, Mr. C. was the author of "Memoirs of the Protector, Oliver Cromwell, and his sons, Richard and Henry." This interesting performance is comprised in two octavo volumes,

June 1 Trinity Sunday is a festival observed by the Latin and Protestant churches, on the Sunday after Whitsuntide. It was first appointed to be observed by order of the Council of Arles, 1260. St. Justin suffered martyrdom in the time of Antoninus, for upholding the truth of the Christian Religion in opposition to Crescens, the Cynic philosopher. His martyrdom took place ▲, D: 167.

1793 The anniversary of the glorious navai victory obtained by Earl Howe over the French, who was defeated with the loss of seven ships of the line.

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On this day the Greek fleet defeated the Turkish naval force under the command of the Capitan Pasha, between Cape Oro, and the Isle of Andros.

3 St. Clotilde, Queen of France, wife to Clovis, was a great promoter of Christianity. She was a princess of great wisdom, and exemplary piety, and is said to have died at Tours in 543 or 54. 1657. Died, T. 80, William Harvey, the celebrated physician. He was the discoverer of the circulation of the blood, which though strongly opposed at first, was found to be grounded on sound reason,

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DURING the Valentine revels, when chivalry bent at the shrine of female loveliness with perfect devotion, though sometimes not with perfect purity, the fair daughter of the Glover was an object of universal attraction. A midnight attempt to carry her off, by Rothsay, and Ramorny and his other adherents, is defeated by the brave Smith, who is her Valentine, and who in the affray chops off the hand of the luckless master of the prince's horse. Other scenes and revels succeed on Shrove Tuesday, or Eastern's E'en; when Proudfute, a good-natured boaster, who is always imitating the Smith, is mistaken for his prototype, and assassinated by Bonthron, in revenge for this wound. The corpse is found on the morning of Ash Wednesday, and the hardly appeased tumults in the city, occasioned by the gallant affair at Simon Glover's, are renewed against the reckless courtiers with greater fury than before. The rumour runs at first that Henry Smith has been murdered; VOL. I. Ꮓ

which throws the fair maid, who had hitherto been coy and cold to his addresses, off her guard; and the following

ensues.

"Catharine ran through the streets of Perth in a manner which at another moment would have brought on her the attention of every one, who saw her hurrying on with a reckless impetuosity, wildly and widely different from the ordinary decency and composure of her step and manner, and without the plaid, scarf, or mantle, which women of good,' of fair character and decent rank, universally carried around them, when they went abroad. But, distracted as the people were, every one inquiring or telling the cause of the tumult, and most recounting it different ways, the negligence of her dress, and discomposure of her manner, made no impression on any one; and she was suffered to press forward on the path she had chosen, without attracting more notice than the other females, who, stirred by anxious curiosity or fear, had come out to inquire the cause of an alarm so general-it might be to seek for friends, for whose safety they were interested. As 22-SATURDAY, JUNE 7, 1828.

Catharine passed along, she felt all the wild influence of the agitating scene, and it was with difficulty she forbore from repeating the cries of lamentation and alarm which were echoed around her. In the mean time, she rushed rapidly on, embarrassed like one in a dream, with a strange sense of dreadful calamity, the precise nature of which she was unable to define, but which implied the terrible consciousness, that the man who loved her so fond ly, whose good qualities she so highly es. teemed, and whom she now felt to be dearer than perhaps she would before have acknowledged to her own bosom, was murdered, and most probably by her

means.

"Without knowing what she sought, except the general desire to know the worst of the dreadful report, she hurried forward to the very spot, which of all others her feelings of the preceding day would have induced her to avoid. Who would, upon the evening of Shrove-tide, have persuaded the proud, the timid, the shy, the rigidly decorous Catharine Glover, that before mass on Ash Wednesday she should rush through the streets of

Perth, making her way amidst tumult and confusion, with her hair unbound, and her dress disarranged, to seek the house of that same lover, who, she had reason to believe, had so grossly and indelicately neglected and affronted her, as to pursue a low and licentious amour!

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"At length, without any distinct idea of her own purpose, she stood before her lover's door, and knocked for admittance. The silence which succeeded the echoing of her hasty summons increased the alarm which had induced her to take this desperate measure. Open, open, Henry!" she cried. Open, if you yet live!Open, if you would not find Catharine Glover dead upon your threshold?' As she cried thus franticly to ears which she was taught to believe were stopped by death, the lover she invoked opened the door in person, just in time to prevent her sinking on the ground. The extremity of his exstatic joy upon an occasion so unex pected, was qualified only by the wonder which forbade him to believe it real, and by his alarm at the closed eyes, half-opened and blanched lips, total absence of complexion, and apparently total cessation of

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breathing. To place Catharine Glover in safety, and recal her to herself, was to be thought of before rendering obedience to the summons of the magistrates, however pressingly that had been delivered. He carried his lovely burden, as light as a feather, yet more precious than the same quantity of purest gold, into a smail bed chamber which had been his mother's. It was the most fit for an invalid, as it looked into the garden, and was separated from the noise of the tumult. "Here, Nurse Nurse Shoolbred-come quickcome for death and life-here is one wants thy help! Up trotted the old dame. If it should but prove any one that will keep thee out of the scuffle-' for she also had been aroused by the noise,—but what was her astonishment, when, placed in love and reverence on the bed of her late mistress, and supported by the athletic arms of her foster son, she saw the apparently lifeless form of the Fair Maid of Perth. Catharine Glover!' she said: and, Holy Mother-a dying woman, as it would seem!' Not so, old woman,' said her foster-son; the dear heart throbs the sweet breath comes and returns! Come thou, that may aid her more meetly than I -bring water essences-whatever thy old skill can devise. Heaven did not place her in my arms to die, but to live for herself and me. With an activity which her age little promised, Nurse Shoolbred collected the means of restoring animation; for, like many women of the period, she understood what was to be done in such cases, nay, possessed a knowledge of treating wounds of an ordinary description, which the warlike propensities of her foster-son kept in pretty constant exercise. Come now,' she said, ' son Henry, unfold your arms from about my patient though she is worth the pressing-and set thy arms at freedom to help me with what I want. Nay, I will not insist on your quitting her hand, if you will beat the palm gently, as the fingers unclose their clenched grasp.' I beat her slight beautiful hand!' said Henry; you were as 'well bid me beat a glass cup with a forehammer, as tap her fair palm with my horn-bard fingers. But the fingers do unfold, and we will find a better way than beating;' and he applied his lips to the pretty hand, whose motion indicated returning sensation. One or two deep sighs succeeded, and the Fair Maid of Perth opened her eyes, fixed them on her lover, as he kneeled by the bedside, and again sunk back on the pillow. As she withdrew not her hand from her lover's hold or from his grasp, we must in charity believe that the return to consciousness was not so com

plete as to make her aware that he abused the advantage, by pressing it alternately to his lips and his bosom. At the same time we are compelled to own, that the blood was colouring in her cheek, and that her breathing was deep and regular, for a minute or two during this relapse. The noise at the door began now to grow much louder, and Henry was called for by all his various names, of Smith, Gow, and Hal of the Wynd, as heathens used to summon their deities by different epithets."

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OUR last extract left the heroic Harry, the fair Maid, and the Glover, fully impressed with the absolute necessity of

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breakfast," a compunctious visiting of nature, which even lovers in the heyday of their blood, have no enduring inclination to resist. The needful meal is served up by old Dorothy; the cakes, of Catharine's own making, are pronounced to be excellent; and Catharine herself seems to have recovered her equanimity of temper.

In this scene the boy Conachar takes an abrupt leave of his master, the Glover. The Smith and Conachar barter a few taunts and glances of scorn; but the Smith, as usual, has the advantage. With Highland buskins on his feet, and a small bundle in his hand, Conachar passes through the north gate of Perth, for the Highlands; and the Smith seems relieved by the retreat of one whom he has supposed a rival.

The Glover takes this opportunity to leave Harry, for the first time, alone with his daughter. The following spirited disclosure of their relative feelings towards each other, is perhaps as skilfully drawn and beautifully developed as any scene of equal length in the whole range of the writings of Sir Walter Scott.

"There was an embarrassment on the maiden's part, and awkwardness on that of the lover, for about a minute; when Henry, calling up his courage, pulled the gloves out of his pocket with which Simon had supplied him, and asked her to permit one who had been so highly graced that morning, to pay the usual penalty for being

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