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The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 2 (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. 2 (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. 2 (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

I think on many a once-loved friend
      As nothing to me now;
    And what can mark the lapse of time
      As does an alter’d brow?

    Perhaps ’twas but a careless word
      That sever’d Friendship’s chain;
    And angry Pride stands by each gap,
      Lest they unite again.

    Less sad, albeit more terrible,
      To think upon the dead,
    Who quiet in the lonely grave
      Lay down their weary head.

    For faith and hope, and peace, and trust,
      Are with their happier lot:
    Though broken is their bond of love,
      At least _we_ broke it not.--

    Thus thinking of the meeting years,
      The coming and the past,
    I needs must ask the future one,
      Wilt thou be like the last?

    There came a sound, but not of speech,
      That to my thought replied,
    “Misery is the marriage-gift
      That waits a mortal bride:

    “But lift thine hopes from this base earth,
      This waste of worldly care,
    And wed thy faith to yon bright sky,
      For Happiness dwells there!”

  L. E. L.[20]


NATURALISTS’ CALENDAR.

Mean Temperature 35·85.

  [19] See vol. i. p. 61.

  [20] New Monthly Magazine, January, 1826.


~January 8.~

1826. _First Sunday after Epiphany._


CHRONOLOGY.

On the 8th of January, 1753, died sir Thomas Burnet, one of the judges
of the court of Common Pleas, of the gout in his stomach, at his house
in Lincoln’s-inn fields. He was the eldest son of the celebrated Dr.
Gilbert Burnet, bishop of Salisbury; was several years consul at Lisbon;
and in November, 1741, made one of the judges of the Common Pleas, in
room of judge Fortescue, who was appointed master of the rolls. On
November 23, 1745, when the lord chancellor, judges, and association of
the gentlemen of the law, waited on his majesty with their address, on
occasion of the rebellion, he was knighted. He was an able and upright
judge, and a great benefactor to the poor.[21]


THE NEW YEAR NEW MOON

  _To the Editor of the Every-Day Book._

  Sir,

Encouraged by your various expressions of willingness to receive notices
of customs not already “imprinted” in your first volume, I take the
liberty of presenting the first of several which I have not yet seen in
print.

  I am, sir,

  Your constant reader,

  J. O. W.

  _Chelsea._


MONEY AND THE MOON.

  Gentle reader,

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