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The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the AlmanacHone, William

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The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac

Name: The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3): or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac
Author: Hone, William

Hone, William

Days; Great Britain -- Social life and customs

Hail to the day, whose kind auspicious rays
    Deign’d first to smile on famous bishop Blase!
    To the great author of our combing trade,
    This day’s devoted, and due honour’s paid;
    To him whose fame thro’ Britain’s isle resounds,
    To him whose goodness to the poor abounds;
    Long shall his name in British annals shine,
    And grateful ages offer at his shrine!
    By this our trade are thousands daily fed,
    By it supplied with means to earn their bread.
    In various forms our trade its work imparts,
    In different methods, and by different arts,
    Preserves from starving, indigents distress’d
    As combers, spinners, weavers, and the rest.
    We boast no gems, or costly garments vain,
    Borrow’d from India, or the coast of Spain;
    Our native soil with wool our trade supplies,
    While foreign countries envy us the prize.
    No foreign broil our common good annoys,
    Our country’s product all our art employs;
    Our fleecy flocks abound in every vale,
    Our bleating lambs proclaim the joyful tale.
    So let not Spain with us attempt to vie,
    Nor India’s wealth pretend to soar so high;
    Nor Jason pride him in his Colchian spoil,
    By hardships gain’d, and enterprising toil,
    Since Britons all with ease attain the prize,
    And every hill resounds with golden cries.
    To celebrate our founder’s great renown
    Our shepherd and our shepherdess we crown;
    For England’s commerce, and for George’s sway,
    Each loyal subject give a loud HUZZA.
                      HUZZA!

These lines were afterwards several times repeated, in the principal
streets and roads through which the cavalcade passed. About five o’clock
they dispersed.

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FLORAL DIRECTORY.

  Great water moss. _Fontinalis Antepyretica._
  Dedicated to _St. Blase_.


~February 4.~

  _St. Andrew Corsini_, A. D. 1373. _St. Phileas._ _St. Gilbert._ _St.
  Jane, or Joan_, Queen, A. D. 1505. _St. Isidore_, of Pelusium, A. D.
  449. _St. Rembert_, Archbishop of Bremen, A. D. 888. _St. Modan_, of
  Scotland. _St. Joseph_, of Leonissa, A. D. 1612.

    Goe plow in the stubble, for now is the season
    For sowing of fitches, of beanes, and of peason.
    Sow runciuals timely, and all that be gray,
    But sow not the white, till St Gregorie’s day.

  _Tusser_

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FLORAL DIRECTORY.

  Goldilocks. _Polytricum Commune._
  Dedicated to _St. Jane_.
  Indian Bay. _Laurus Indica._
  Dedicated to _St. Margaret of England_.


~February 5.~

  Holiday at the Exchequer.

  _St. Agatha._ _The Martyrs of Japan._ _The Martyrs of China._ _St.
  Avitus_, Archbishop, A. D. 525. _St. Alice_, or _Adelaide_, A. D.
  1015. _St. Abraamius_, Bishop of Arbela.


_St. Agatha._

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