On the famous alarm-bell called Roland, in a belfry-tower in the once powerful city of Ghent, is engraved the subjoined inscription, in the old Walloon or Flemish dialect— "My name is Roland; when I toll there is fire, And when I ring there is victory in the land." The following inscription, remarkable for bad taste, is on one of eight bells in the church tower of Tilton, Devon— "Recast by John Taylor and Son, Who the best prize for church bells won At the Great Ex-hi-bi-ti-on In London, 1-8-5 and 1." ARTICLES OF RINGING. The following "Articles of Ringing" are upon the walls of the belfry in Dunster, Somersetshire, England:— 1. You that in ringing take delight, Be pleased to draw near; These articles you must observe, If you mean to ring here. 2. And first, if any overturn A bell, as that he may, He forthwith for that only fault In beer shall sixpence pay. 3. If any one shall curse or swear When come within the door, He then shall forfeit for that fault As mentioned before. 4. If any one shall wear his hat When he is ringing here, He straightway then shall sixpence pay In cyder or in beer. 5. If any one these articles Refuseth to obey, Let him have nine strokes of the rope, And so depart away. _Old Weather Rhymes._ If New Year's eve night-wind blow south, It betokeneth warmth and growth; If west, much milk, and fish in the sea; If north, much cold, and storms there will be; If east, the trees will bear much fruit; If north-east, flee it, man and brute. If St. Paul's day be fair and clear, It does betide a happy year; But if it chance to snow or rain, Then will be dear all kinds of grain; If clouds or mists do dark the skie, Great store of birds and beasts shall die; And if the winds do fly aloft, Then wars shall vex the kingdome oft. A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spune; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly. The hind had as lief see his wife on the bier, As that Candlemas-day should be pleasant and clear. If Candlemas-day be fair and bright, Winter will have another flight; But if Candlemas-day be clouds and rain, Winter is gone, and will not come again. When Candlemas-day is come and gone, The snow lies on a hot stone. If Candlemas is fair and clear, There'll be twa winters in the year. February fill dike, be it black or be it white; But if it be white, it's the better to like. When the cuckoo comes to the bare thorn, Sell your cow and buy your corn; But when she comes to the full bit, Sell your corn and buy your sheep.