Bishop Bruno awoke in the dead midnight,
And he heard his heart beat loud with affright:
He dreamt he had rung the palace bell,
And the sound it gave was his passing knell.

Bishop Bruno smiled at his fears so vain
He turned to sleep and he dreamt again
He rung at the palace gate once more,
And Death was the porter that opened the door.

He started up at the fearful dream,

And he heard at his window the screech owl scream! Bishop Bruno slept no more that night;

Oh! glad was he when he saw the day light!

Now he goes forth in proud array,
For he with the emperor dines to-day;
There was not a baron in Germany
That went with a nobler train than he.

Before and behind his soldiers ride,
The people throng'd to see their pride;
They bow'd the head, and the knee they bent,
But nobody blest him as he went.

So he went on stately and proud,

When he heard a voice that cried aloud,.

Ho! ho! bishop Bruno! you travel with glee-
But I would have you know, you travel to me!

Behind, and before, and on either side,
He look'd, but nobody he espied;

And the bishop at that grew cold with fear,
For he heard the words distinct and clear.

And when he rung the palace bell,
He almost expected to hear his knell
And when the porter turn'd the key,
He almost expected Death to see.

But soon the bishop recover'd his glee,
For the emperor welcomed him royally
And now the tables were spread, and there
Were choicest wines and dainty fare.

And now the bishop had blest the meat,

When a voice was heard as he sat in his seat,—
With the emperor now you are dining in glee,
But know, bishop Bruno, you sup with me!

The bishop then grew pale with affright,
And suddenly lost his appetite;

All the wine and dainty cheer

Could not comfort his heart so sick with fear.

But by little and little recovered he
For the wine went flowing merrily,
And he forgot his former dread,
And his cheeks again grew rosy red

When he sat down to the royal fare
Bishop Bruno was the saddest man there;
But when the masquers entered the hall,
He was the merriest man of all.

Then from amid the masquers' crowd
There went a voice hollow and loud;

You have passed the day, bishop Bruno, with glee!
But you must pass the night with me!

His cheek grows pale and his eye-balls glare,
And stiff round his tonsure bristles his hair;

With that there came one from the masquers' band,
And he took the bishop by the hand.

The bony hand suspended his breath,

His marrow grew cold at the touch of Death;
On saints in vain he attempted to call,
Bishop Bruno fell dead in the palace hall.

FLORAL DIRECTORY.

Southey.

property I think highly worthy of observe

Lateflowering Feverfew. Pyrethrum Scro- ation, which I have found common to the

tinum.

Dedicated to St. Bruno.

October 7.

St. Mark, Pope, A. D. 336. Sts. Sergius

and Bacchus. Sts. Marcellus and Apuleius. St. Justina of Padua, A. D. 304. St. Osith, A. D. 870.

Purveyance for Winter.

After the harvest for human subsistence during winter, most of the provision for other animals ripens, and those with provident instincts are engaged in the work of gathering and storing.

Perhaps the prettiest of living things in the forest are squirrels. They may now be seen fully employed in bearing off their future food; and now many of the little creatures are caught by the art of man; to be encaged for life to contribute to his

amusement.

Squirrels and Hares. On a remark by the hon. Daines Barrington, that "to observe the habits and manners of animals is the most pleasing part of the study of zoology," a correspondent, in a letter to " Mr. Urban," says

I have for several years diverted myself by keeping squirrels, and have found in them not less variety of humours and dispositions than Mr. Cowper observed in his hares. I have had grave and gay, fierce and gentle, sullen and familiar, and tractable and obedient squirrels. One

species, as far as my acquaintance with them has extended; and that acquaintance has been by no means confined to a few : yet this property has, I believe, never I mean, that they have an exact musical been adverted to by any zoological writer. ear. Not that they seem to give the least attention to any music, vocal or instrumental, which they hear; but they universally dance in their cages to the most exact time, striking the ground with their feet in a regular ineasured cadence, and never changing their tune without an interval of rest. I have known them dance perhaps ten minutes in allegro time of eight quavers in a bar, thus:

then, after a pause, they would change to the time of six quavers divided into three quavers and a dotted crotchet, thus:

again, after a considerable rest, they would return to common time divided by four semiquavers one crotchet, four semiquavers and another crotchet, in a bar, thus:

"The times have been that when the brains were out the man would die;" they were "the times!" Yet, even in those times, except "the Anthrophagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders," men, whose heads grew upon their shoulders, wore them in that situation during their natural lives until by accident a head was taken off, and then infallibly "the man would die." But the extraordinary persons called "saints," were exempt from ordinary fatality could all their sayings be recorded, we might probably find it was as usual for a decapitated saint to ask, “Won't you give me my head?" before he walked to be buried, as for an old citizen to call, "Boy, bring me my wig," before he walked to club.

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St. Denys was beheaded with some other martyrs in the neighbourhood of Paris. "They beheaded them," says the reverend father Ribadeneira, "in that mountain which is at present called Mons Martyrum (Montmartre), the mountain of the martyrs, in memory and honour of them; but after they had martyred them, there happened a wonderful miracle. The body of St. Denys rose upon its feet, and took its own head up in its hands, as if he had triumphed and carried in it the crown and token of its victories. The angels of heaven went accompanying the saint, singing hymns choir-wise, with a celestial harmony and concert, and ended with these words, gloria tibi, Domine alleluia; and the saint went with his head in his hands about two miles, till he met with a good woman called Catula, who came out of her house; and the body of St. Denys going to her, it put the head in her hands." Perhaps this is as great a miracle as any he wrought in his life; yet those which he wrought after his death were innumerable." deneira adds one in favour of pope RibaStephen, who "fell sick, and was given over by the doctors in the very monastery of St. Denys, which is near Paris; where he had a revelation, and he saw the princes of the apostles, St. Peter, and St. Paul, and St. Denys, who lovingly touched him and gave him perfect health, and this happened in the year of our Lord, 704, upon the 28th of July; and in gratitude for this favour he gave great privileges to that church of St. Denys, and carried with him to Rome certain relics of his holy body, and built a mo nastery in his honour."

an eminent French physician, that it was
It appears from an anecdote related by
believed of St. Denys that he kissed his
head while he carried it; and it is equally
marvellous that a man was so mad as not
thus related;
to believe it true. The circumstance is

fatuated for a long time with the chimera
"A famous watchmaker of Paris, in-
of perpetual motion, became violently
insane, from the overwhelming terror
which the storms of the revolution ex-
cited. The derangement of his reason
was marked with a singular trait. He
was persuaded that he had lost his head
heap with those of many other victims:
on the scaffold, and that it was put in a
but that the judges, by a rather too late
retraction of their cruel decree, had or-
dered the heads to be resumed, and to
be rejoined to their respective bodies;
and he conceived that, by a curious kind
of mistake, he had the head of one of
his companions placed on his shoulders.
He was admitted into the Bicétre, where
he was continually complaining of his
misfortune, and lamenting the fine teeth
and wholesome breath which he had
exchanged for those of very different
qualities. In a little time, the hopes of
discovering the perpetual motion re-
turned; and he was rather encouraged
than restrained in his endeavours to effect
his object. When he conceived that he
had accomplished it, and was in an ecstasy
of joy, the sudden confusion of a failure
removed his inclination even to resume
the subject. He was still, however,
possessed with the idea that his head was
not his own: but from this notion he
was diverted by a repartee made to him,
when he happened to be defending the
possibility of the miracle of St. Denys,
who, it is said, was in the habit of walk-
in that position continually kissing it.
ing with his head between his hands, and
What a fool you are to believe such a
story, it
of laughter; How could St. Denys kiss
was replied, with a burst
his head? was it with his heels? This
unanswerable and unexpected retort
struck and confounded the madman so
much, that it prevented him from saying
again betook himself to business, and en-
any thing farther on the subject; he
tirely regained his intellects."*

St. Denys, as the great patron of France,

Pinel on Insanity.