The shot him to death with arrows. place where Edmund was interred had the name of St. Edmund's Bury, but is now generally called Bury. Canute the Great built a stately church over his grave, and greatly enlarged the town FLORAL DIRECTORY. Red Stapelia. Stapelia rufa. November 21. The Presentation of the Blessed Virgin Mary. St. Columban, Abbot, A. D. 615. St. Gelasius, Pope, a. D. 496. Ghost of an Arm Chair. A lady assured the editor of the "Perennial Calendar," of the truth of the following story. She had ordered ar armed chair which stood in her room to be sent to a sick friend, and thought it had been sent conformably to her orders. Apple-fruited Passion-flower. Passiflora Waking, however, in the night, and look maliformis. Dedicated to St. Elizabeth. November 20. St. Edmund, King and Martyr, A. D. 870. St. Humbert, Bp. of the East Angles, A. D. 855. St. Felix, of Valois, A. D. 1212. St. Bernward, Bp., A. D. 1021. St. Masentia, 7th Cent. St. Edmund, King and Martyr This English king and saint is in the cnurch of England calendar and almanacs. St. Edmund was king of East Anglia, which took its name from a people called the Angles, who landed on the eastern coast of Britain, under twelve chiefs, the survivor of whom, Uffa, assumed the title of king of the East Angles. This kingdom contained Norfolk and Suffolk, with part of Cambridgeshire. The chief towns were Norwich, Thetford, Ely, and Cambridge. In 867, the Danes 'anded in East Anglia, and after ravaging different parts of the island, and continuing some time in Northumberland, returned into East Anglia, committing, in their route, the most horrid barbarities. Edmund the king opposed them; but his army was defeated at Thetford, and the king being taken prisoner, fell a miserable victim to their barbarity, for they tied him to a tree, as a butt, or mark, and then ing by the light of the night-lamp at the furniture in her room, she cast her eyes on the place where the said chair used to stand, and saw it, as she thought, in its place. She at first expressed herself to her husband as being vexed that the chair had not been sent; but, as he protested that it was actually gone, she got out of bed to convince herself, and distinctly saw the chair, even on a nearer approach to it. What now became very remarkable was, that the spotted chair-cover which was over it, assumed an unusual clearness, and the pattern assumed the appearance of being studded with bright stars. She got close to it, and putting her hand out to touch it, found her fingers go through the spectrum unresisted. Astonished, she now viewed it as an illusion, and presently saw it vanish, by becoming fainter till it disappeared. Dr. Forster considers this apparition as affording a clue to one mode by which spectra are introduced, namely, by local association. The lady had anticipated seeing the chair in its place, from its always being associated with the rest of the furniture; and this anticipation of an image of perception was the basis of a corresponding image of spectral illusion. November 22. St. Cecily, A. D. 230. St. Theodorus, A. D. 821. Sts. Philemon, and Appia. St Cecilia, This saint is in the church of England calendar, and in the almanacs. Her having existed has been doubted, but she is a saint of the Romish church, and Butler gives her life, wherein he calls her "the patroness of church music." He says, that she was married to a nobleman named Valerian, whom, with her brother Tibertius, she converted, and with them she was martyred. Various legends, and many pictures and prints, represent her Dryden. as engaged in music, or listening to it from celestial performers. Hence the ode for St. Cecilia's day by Dryden, who was a catholic, concludes by saying, "She drew an angel down." Formerly, concerts on her festival-day were fashionable, and Pope honoured her in numbers, though "the numbers came" not to him, as to Dryden. The preceding engraving is from a design by M. de Vos, engraved by J. Sadler. Her husband is represented, allured by the harmony,enter ing a room, wherein she sits. According to catholic story, he found a young man playing on the organ, Cecilia described him to Valerian as an angel, and from that time she received "angels' visits." FLORAL DIRECTORY. Trumpet-flowered Wood Sorrel. ubiflora. Dedicated to St. Cecilia. November 23. said, leaving the way dry for seven days, namely, the day of his martyrdom, and the other six following days." Though "travellers see strange sights," no modern tourist has related this annual miracle, Oxalis neighbourhood of Rome, on the days which is still performed by the sea in the St. Clement, Pope, A. D. 100. St. Amphilochius, Bp. of Iconium, A. D. 394. St. Tron, A. D. 693. St. Daniel, Bp. -. D. 545. St. Clement. This saint is in the church of England calendar and the gimanacs. Clement was a follower and coadjutor of the apostle Paul, who, writing to the Philippians, (iv. 3.) requires them to be mindful of the flock and their teachers, and distinguishes Clement by name"help those women which laboured with me in the gospel, and with Clement also, and with other my fellow-labourers." The Romish writers contend for the direct papal succession from the apostles, and call Clement a pope; but in the uninterrupted succession they claim for the pontiffs of their hierarchy, they fail in establishing as indisputable whether he was the first, second, or third pope; the name itself was not devised until centuries afterwards. Some of them say he was martyred, others contend that he died a natural death. The advocates for his martyrdom assign him an anchor as a symbol of distinction, because they allege that he was thrown into the sea with an anchor about his neck. It is further alleged that two of his disciples desirous of recovering his remains, assembled a multitude and prayed for the discovery, and, as usual, there was a miracle. "Immediately the sea retired for the space of three miles, or a league, in such sort that they could go into it for all that space as upon the dry land; and they found in it a chapel, or little church, made by the hands of angels; and within the church a chest of stone, in which was the body of St. Clement, and by it the anchor with which he had been cast into the sea. This miracle did not happen only that year in which the holy pope tried, but it happened also every year, and the sea retired itself three miles, as was aforesaid, as duly and truly as the annual liquefaction of the blood of St. Januarius at Naples" or, if not, why not?" Protestants, in London, are reminded of St. Clement's apocryphal death by his anchor being the weathercock that "turns and turns," to every wind, on the steeple in the Strand. It denotes the efflux of time of the parish church of St. Clement Danes as a minute-hand upon the clock; it denotes the limits of the parish as a mark upon the boundary stones; it graces the beadles' staves; and on the breasts of the charity children is, in the eyes of the parishioners, 66 a badge of honour." dated July 22, 1540, that children were It appears from a state proclamation, accustomed to be decked, and go about on St. Clement's day in procession. From an ancient custom of going about on the night of this festival to beg drink to make merry with, a pot was formerly marked against the 23d of November upon the old clog-almanacs.† St. Clement is the patron of blacksmiths. His quality in this respect is not noticed by Brand, or other observers of our ancient customs, nor do they mention any observances by that trade in commemoration of his festival But the following communications will show the estimation wherein he is held among the "cunning workmen in iron." To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. Chancery-lane, Nov. 19, 1825. Sir, As secretary of the "Benevolent Institution of Smiths," I take the liberty of jogging your memory. I hope you will not forget our St Clement, (Nov. 23,) in your interesting Every Day Book. When I was a child, an old man went about in the trade, reciting the following ode or smithery, which, I believe, is very old If you think it worthy a place in you. work, it will much oblige me and our trade; for it is now quite forgot, with many good customs of hospitality of the Ribadeneira. Plot's Staffordshire. the fare threw herself into my arms for protection, amidst the pleasing horrors of an overthrow. "As an affair of mere breath, there is something tangible in a London fog. In the evanescent air of Italy, a man might as well not breathe at all, for any thing ne knows of the matter. But in a wellmixed metropolitan fog, there is something substantial and satisfying. You can keel what you breathe, and see it too. It is like breathing water,-as we may supDose the fishes to do. And then the taste of it, when dashed with a due seasoning of seacoal smoke, is far from insipid. It Balso meat and drink at the same time: something between egg-flip and omelette toufflée, but much more digestible than either. Not that I would recommend it medicinally, especially to persons of queasy stomachs, delicate nerves, and afflicted with bile. But for persons of a good ro a side saddle, who, to his astonishment, presented a pistol, and demanded his money. In amazement he asked he what she meant, and received his answer from a genteel looking man, who coming to him on horseback, said he was a brute to deny the lady's request, and enforceo this conviction by telling him that if he did not gratify her desire immediately be would shoot him through the head. The butcher could not resist an invitation to be gallant, when supported by such argu ments, and he placed six guineas and h. watch in her hands. FLORAL DIRECTORY. Starry Stapelia. Stapelia radiata Dedicated to St. John of the Cross. November 25. bust habit of body, and not dainty withal, St. Catharine, 3d Cent. St. Erasmus, or (which such, by the by, never are,) there is nothing better in its way. And it wraps you all round like a cloak, too—a patent water-proof one, which no rain ever penetrated. No—I maintain that a real London fog is a thing not to be sneezed atIf you help it. Mem. As many spurious imitations of the above are abroad, such as Scotch mists, and the like,-which are no less deleterious than disagreeable, please to ask for the 'true London particular, as manufactured by Thames, Coalgas, Smoke, Steam, & Co. No others are genuine." Water-proof Boots and Shoes. Take one pound of drying (boiled linseed) oil, two ounces of yellow wax, two ounces of spirits of turpentine, and one of Burgundy pitch, melted carefully over a slow fire. With this composition new shoes and boots are to be rubbed in the sun, or at a distance from the fire, with a small bit of sponge, as often as they become dry, until they are fully saturated; the leather then is impervious to wet, the thoes and boots last much longer, acquire softness and pliability, and thus prepared, are the most effectual preservatives against cold. A Notable Woman. On the 24th of November, 1735, a butcher near Rumford, in Essex, was rode up to by a women well mounted on Elme. St. Catharine. This saint is in the church of England calendar, and the almanacs. It is doubtful whether she ever existed; yet in massbooks and breviaries, we find her prayed to and honoured by hymns, with stories of he miracles so wonderfully apocryphal that even cardinal Baronius blushes for the threadbare legends. In Alban Butler's memoirs of this saint, it may be dis covered by a scrutinizing eye, that while her popularity seems to force him to relate particulars concerning her, he leaves himself room to disavow them; but this is hardly fair, for the great body of readers of his "Lives of the Saints," are too confiding to criticise hidden meanings. "From this martyr's uncommon erudition," he says, "and the extraordinary spirit of piety by which she sanctified her learning, and the use she made of it, she is chosen, in the schools, the patroness and model of christian philosophers." According to his authorities she was be headed under the emperor Maxentius, or Maximinus II. He adds, "She is said first to have been put upon an engine made of four wheels joined together, and stuck with sharp pointed spikes, tha when the wheels were moved her bod might be torn to pieces. The acts add that at the first stirring of the terrible engine, the cords with which the marty Gentleman's Magazine, |