And in a _russet coat_ is drest. The _sky is green_, the air is still. The _mellow_ blackbird’s voice is shrill. The _dog_, so alter’d is his taste, Quits mutton-bones, on _grass_ to feast. Behold the _rooks_, how odd their flight They imitate the _gliding kite_, And seem _precipitate to fall_, As if they felt the piercing ball. The _tender colts on back do lie_, Nor heed the traveller passing by. In _fiery red_ the _sun_ doth _rise_, Then _wades through clouds_ to mount the skies. ’Twill _surely rain_, we see’t with sorrow, No _working in the fields to-morrow_. _Darwin._ ~January 14.~ OXFORD LENT TERM _begins_. _St. Hilary._ _St. Felix._ _Sts. Isaias and Sabbas._ _St. Barbasceminus_, _&c._ St. Felix of Nola, an exorcist, and afterwards a priest, was, according to Butler and Ribadeneira, a great miraculist. He lived under Decius, in 250; being fettered and dungeoned in a cell, covered with potsherds and broken glass, a resplendent angel, seen by the saint alone, because to him only was he sent, freed him of his chains and guided him to a mountain, where bishop Maximus, aged and frozen, lay for dead, whom Felix recovered by praying; for, straightway, he saw a bramble bear a bunch of grapes, with the juice whereof he recovered the bishop, and taking him on his back carried him home to his diocese. Being pursued by pagans, he fled to some ruins and crept through a hole in the wall, which spiders closed with their webs before the pagans got up to it, and there lay for six months miraculously supported. According to the Legend, his body, for ages after his death, distilled a liquor that cured diseases. CHRONOLOGY.