Mrs. Dunstervile, her daughter-in-law, her maiden-daughter. Mr. Dwine's daughter. Mrs Grace, her daughter. This account was given by Mr. C. Hewelson and Mr. R. Foster, two of the beforenamed spectators: and when it was related, a servant of Mr. C. H., being present, did confirm the truth of it; afarming, that he and others of the servants being then together at Poins-town, in another place, saw the very same sights, and did very much wonder at them. Finis. This wonderful wonder is worthy of preservation, for the very reason that renders it scarcely worthy of remark. It was a practice, before the period when the preceding tract was printed, for partisans to fabricate and publish strange narratives in behalf of the side they pretended to aid, with the further view of blackening or injuring those whom they opposed. Such stories were winked at as “pious frauds," and found ready sale among the vulgar. As parties declined, the business of the writers and venders of such productions declined, and some among them of desperate fortune resorted to similar manufactures on any subject likely to astonish the uninformed. The present "True Account" may be regarded as a curious specimen of this kind of forgery. The pamphlet was printed in London; the scene being laid in Ireland, it probably never reached Poins-town, and if it even travelled thither, the chance is that there were only a few who could read it, and certainly none of those few were interested in its contradiction. At the present time it is common in Somersetshire to hear a street-hawker crying, "A wonderful account of an apparition that appeared in Hertfordshire," and selling his papers to an admiring crowd; the same fellow travelling into Hertfordshire, there cries the very same "Apparition that appeared in Somersetshire;" and his printed account equally well authenticates it to a similarly constituted audience. NATURALISTS' CALENDAR. St. Winwaloe's father, named Fragan, or Fracan, was nearly related to Cathoun, one of the kings or princes of Wales. In emigrated from Wales to Armorica, where consequence of Saxon invasions, Fragan the spot he inhabited is "called from him to this day Plou-fragan." Whether Winwaloe was born there or in Wales is uncertain; but he was put under St. Bu doc, a British abbot of a monastery in whence with other monks he travelled, till Isleverte, near the isle of Brebat, from they built themselves a monastery at Landevenech, three leagues from Brest. He died in 529, at an advanced age. Father Cressy says, that St. Winwaloe the most stupendous was his raising a worked many miracles; " among which young man to life." He further tells, that a vision, with an angelicall brightnes, "St. Patrick presented himself to him in and having a golden diadem on his head," and told him he paid him a visit, to pre"so tedious a journey by sea and land." vent Winwaloe, who desired to see him, St. Patrick in this interview foretold St. Winwaloe so much, that the father of his monastery released him with the other monks before-mentioned, that they might become hermits; for which purpose they travelled, till, wanting a ship, St. Winwaloe struck the sea with his staff, which opened a passage for them, and they walked through singing, and dryshod, "himself marching in the front, the waFather Cressy says, that St. Winwaloe ters on both sides standing like walls." never sat in the church; that "every day he repeated the hundred and fifty psalms;" that to his bed he had neither feathers nor clothes, "but instead of feathers he strewed under him nutshells, and instead of blankets, sand mingled with pebbles, and two great stones under his head;" that he wore the same clothes night and day; that his bread was made with half of barley and half of ashes; that his other diet was a mixture of meal and cabbage without fat; and that "he took this refection once, only in two, and sometimes three dayes." * Butler. Besides other particulars, Cressy adds, that "a town in Shropshire, called even in the Saxons' time Wenlock, (which seems a contraction from Winwaloc,) from him took its denomination." He vanquisheth the Devil, &c. So father Porter entitles one of his particulars concerning St. Winwaloe, which he relates in his "Flowers of the Saincts" in these words: "The devill envying soe great sanctitie, endeavoured with his hellish plotts to trouble and molest his pious labours, appeared unto him as he prayed in his oratorie, in the most uglie and horrid shapes that the master of wickednes could invent, vomitting out of his infernall throate manie reprochfull wordes against him; when he nothing dismayed thereat, courageously proceeded in his devotions, and brandishing the chief armes of life, the holy crosse, against that black messenger of death, he compelled him to vanish away in confusion." St Winwaloe and the cruel Goose. Bishop Patrick, in his "Reflexions upon the Devotions of the Roman Church," cites from the latin "Acts of the Saints," a miracle which is quite as miraculous as either of the preceding. "A sister of St. Winwaloc had her eye plucked out by a goose, as she was playing. St. Winwaloc know that goose from the rest, and having was taught by an angel a sign whereby to cut it open, found the eye in its entrails, preserved by the power of God unhurt, and shining like a gem; which he took and put it again in its proper place, and recovered his sister; and was so kind also to the goose as to send it away alive, after it had been cut up, to the rest of the flock." WINNOLD FAIR, NORFOLK. A correspondent, whose signature has before appeared, transmits the annexed communication concerning the hamlet of Winnold, and the fair held there annually on this day. For the Every-Day Book. A priory, dedicated to St. Winwaloe, was founded by the family of the earls of Clare, before the seventh year of king John, (1206,) in a hamlet, (thence called, by corruption, the hamlet of Whinwall, Winnold, or Wynhold,) belonging to the parish of Wereham, in Norfolk, as a cell to the abbey of Mounstroll, of the order of St. A fair for horses and cattle on this day, which was originally kept in this hamlet of Winnold, has existed probably from the foundation of the priory, as it is mentioned in the tenth of Edward III. (1337,) when the priory and the fair were given to West Dereham abbey. Though the abbey and priory, as establishments, are annihilated, the fair (probably from its utility) has continued with reputation to the present day. Soon after the dissolution, it was removed to the adjoining parish of Wimbotsham, and continued to be held there till within the last thirty years, when it was again removed a few miles further, to the market town of Downham, as a more convenient spot, and is now kept in a field there, called, for reasons unknown, the Howdell," and is at this time a very tains its ancient, original appellation of large horse and cattle fair; but, though it has undergone these removals, it still reWinnold Fair." This fair, which is perhaps of greater antiquity than any now kept in the kingdom, will probably preserve the memory of St. Winnold, in the west of Norfolk and the adjoining counties, for centuries to come, above the whole host of his canonized brethren. He is also commemorated, by the following traditional West Norfolk proverbial distich: "First comes David, next comes Chad, And then comes Winnold as though he was The fair author of the "Flora DomesLea" inquires, "Who can see, or hear the name of the daisy, the common field daisy, without a thousand pleasurable associations? It is connected with the sports of childhood and with the pleasures of youth. We walk abroad to seek t; yet it is the very emblem of home. It is a favourite with man, woman, and ed: it is the robin of flowers. Turn rall ways, and on every side you will ford new beauty. You are attracted by the snowy white leaves, contrasted by the giden tuft in the centre, as it rears its ai above the green grass: pluck it, and you will find it backed by a delicate star if green, and tipped with a blush-colour, or a bright crimson. ⚫ Daisies with their pinky lashes' are among the first darlings of spring. They are in flower almost all the year; closing in the evening, and in wet weather, and opening on the return of the Suri." In the poem of a living poet are these elegant stanzas: To the Daisy. A nun demure, of lowly port; Of all temptations; A queen in crown of rubies drest; A little Cyclops, with one eye The freak will vanish, and behold! This evergreen of flowers is honoured by the same delightful bard in other poems; our young readers will not find fault if they are again invited to indulge; and the graver moralist will be equally gratified. To the Daisy. In youth from rock to rock I went, Most pleased when most uneasy; When soothed awhile by milder airs, Whole summer fields are thine by right, When rains are on thee. In shoals and bands, a morrice train, Nor carest if thou be set at naught: Be violets in their secret mews Her head impearling; Thou liv'st with less ambitious aim, The poet's darling. If to a rock from rains he fly, And wearily at length should fare; A hundred times, by rock or bower, Ere thus I have lain couched an hour, Have I derived from thy sweet power Some apprehension; Some steady love; some brief delight; Some memory that had taken flight; Some chime of fancy, wrong or right; Or stray invention. If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure; The homely sympathy that heeds The common life, our nature breeds; A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure. When, smitten by the morning ray, And all day long I number yet, To thee am owing; An instinct call it, a blind sense; Coming one knows not how nor whence, Child of the year! that round dost run Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain; FLOWERS. Yes-Flowers again! It is the season of their approach; therefore make ready for their coming, and listen to the fair herald who is eloquent in praise of their eloquence. She tells us, in her "Flora Domestica," and who dare deny ? that "flowers do speak a language, a clear and intelligible language: ask Mr.Wordsworth, for to him they have spoken, until they excited thoughts that lie too deep for tears;' ask Chaucer, for he held companionship with them in the meadows; ask any of the poets, ancient or modern. Observe them, reader, love them, linger over them; and ask your own heart, if they do not speak affection, benevolence, and piety. None have better understood the language of flowers than the simpleminded peasant-poet, Clare, whose volumes are like a beautiful country, diversified with woods, meadows, heaths, and flower-gardens : Bowing adorers of the gale, Upraise your loaded stems; And match your Maker's skill. That stud the velvet sod; Clare. NATURALISTS' CALENDAR. Mean Temperature. . . 42. 10. NATURALISTS' CALENDAR. Mean Temperature ... 39.69. on print is carried on a pole by the man horseback, attended by those who are about to partake of the sport, and preceded by music. It seems to be a rustic amusement, and, perhaps, some light may be thrown on it by the following account from Miss Plumtre's "Residence in France." She says, that in connection with the church of St. John, at Aix, which formerly belonged to the knights of St. John of Jerusalem, there is a ceremony which used to be called Le Bravade de St. Jean d'Aix, instituted in the year 1272, on the Louis IX. or St. Louis, in his las return of the army which had followed expedition to Egypt and the Holy-land |