“Hempseed I sow, hempseed I mow, She (or he) that will my true-love be, Come rake this hempseed after me,” his or her true love will be seen behind raking up the seed just sown, in a winding-sheet.--_N. & Q. 1st S._ vol. v. p. 55. NORFOLK. As soon as it is dark, packages may be seen being carried about in a most mysterious way; and as soon as the coast seems clear, the parcel is laid on the doorstep, the bell rung, and the bearer runs away. Inside the house is all on the _qui vive_, and the moment the bell is heard, all the little folks (and the old ones too, sometimes) rush to the door, and seize the parcel and scrutinize the direction most anxiously, and see whether it is for papa or mamma, or one of the youngsters. The parcels contain presents of all descriptions, from the most magnificent books or desks, to little unhappy squeaking dolls. These presents are always sent anonymously, and nearly always contain a few verses, ending with the distich: “If you’ll be mine, I’ll be thine, And so good morrow, Valentine.” The last three words are for the most part written on the wrapper also, with the address, thus: MISS MARY ISABELLA KING, _St. Giles,’_ _Norwich._ _Good Morrow, Valentine._ _N. & Q. 1st S._ vol. x. p. 5; _4th S._ vol. xi. p. 173. At Swaffham, also, Valentines are sent on this evening. Watching for a convenient opportunity, the door is slyly opened, and the Valentine attached to an apple or an orange, is thrown in; a loud rap at the door immediately follows, and the offender taking to his heels, is off instantly. Those in the house, generally knowing for what purpose the amusing rap was made, commence a search for the juvenile billet-doux: in this manner numbers are disposed of by each youth. By way of teasing the person who attends the door, a white oblong square the size of a letter is usually chalked on the step of the door, and should an attempt be made to pick it up, great amusement is thus afforded to some of the urchins, who are generally watching.--_Every Day Book_, vol. ii. p. 222. FEB. 14.] ST. VALENTINE’S DAY. This is a festival which lovers have observed and poets have honoured from time immemorial. The observance is much more than sixteen hundred years old, when the Christian Valentine was beaten by clubs and beheaded, at the time of the great heathen festival of love and purification. A few years ago the observance was dying out; but it has lately revived, especially in London.--_N. & Q. 4th S._ vol. xi. p. 129. In that curious record of domestic life in England in the reign of Charles II., _Pepys’ Diary_, we find some notable illustrations of the customs connected with this day.