_St. Severianus_, Bp. A. D. 452. _Sts. German_, Abbot, and _Randaut_, or _Randoald_, A. D. 666. _Sts. Daniel_ and _Verda_, A. D. 344. B. _Pepin_, of Landen, A. D. 640. BREAKFAST IN COLD WEATHER. “Here it is,” says the “Indicator,” “ready laid. Imprimis, tea and coffee; secondly, dry toast; thirdly, butter; fourthly, eggs; fifthly, ham; sixthly, something potted; seventhly, bread, salt, mustard, knives and forks, &c. One of the first things that belong to a breakfast is a good fire. There is a delightful mixture of the lively and the snug in coming down into one’s breakfast-room of a cold morning, and seeing every thing prepared for us; a blazing grate, a clean table-cloth and tea-things, the newly-washed faces and combed heads of a set of good-humoured urchins, and the sole empty chair at its accustomed corner, ready for occupation. When we lived alone, we could not help reading at meals: and it is certainly a delicious thing to resume an entertaining book at a particularly interesting passage, with a hot cup of tea at one’s elbow, and a piece of buttered toast in one’s hand. The first look at the page, accompanied by a coexistent bite of the toast, comes under the head of intensities.” THE SEASON. The weather is now cold and mild alternately. In our variable climate we one day experience the severity of winter, and a genial warmth prevails the next; and, indeed, such changes are not unfrequently felt in the same day. Winter, however, at this time breaks apace, and we have presages of the genial season. Oxen, o’er the furrow’d soil, Urging firm their annual toil; Trim cottages that here and there, Speckling the social tilth, appear: And spires, that as from groves they rise, Tell where the lurking hamlet lies: Hills white with many a bleating throng, And lakes, whose willowy banks along, Herds or ruminate, or lave, Immersing in the silent wave. The sombre wood--the cheerful plain, Green with the hope of future grain: A tender blade, ere Autumn smile Benignant on the farmer’s toil, Gild the ripe fields with mellowing hand, And scatter plenty through the land. _Baron Smith._ * * * * * FLORAL DIRECTORY. White crocus. _Crocus versicolor._ Dedicated to _St. Servianus_. ~February 22.~ _The Chair of_ St. Peter at _Antioch_. _St. Margaret_, of Cortona, A. D. 1297. _Sts. Thalasius_ and _Limneus_. _St. Baradat._ _St. Margaret._ She was a penitent, asked public pardon for her sins with a rope about her neck, punished her flesh, and worked miracles accordingly.[7] _Sts. Thalasius_ and _Limneus_. St. Thalasius dwelt in a cavern, “and was endowed with extraordinary gifts of the Holy Ghost; but was a treasure unknown to the world.” St. Limneus was his disciple, and “famous for miraculous cures of the sick,” while his master “bore patiently the sharpest cholics, and other distempers, without any human succour.”[8]