I have heard many names of St. Bridget, most beloved of Gaelic saints, with whom the month of February is identified ... the month of ‘Bride min, gentle St. Bride’ ... _Brighid boidheach Muime Chriosd_, Bride the Beautiful, Christ’s Foster Mother ... but there are three so less common that many even of my readers familiar with the Highland West may not know them. These are ‘the Fair Woman of February,’ ‘St. Bride of the Kindly Fire,’ and ‘St. Bride (or Bridget) of the Shores.’ They are of the Isles, and may be heard in some of the _sgeulachdan gàidhealach_, or Gaelic tales, still told among seafaring and hill folk, where the curse of cheap ignoble periodicals is unknown and books are rare. True, in several of the isles ... Colonsay, Tiree, the Outer Hebrides ... ‘St. Bride of the Shores’ is not infrequent in songs and seasonal hymns, for when her signals are seen along the grey beaches, on the sandy machars, by the meadow path, the glen-track, the white shore-road, the islanders know that the new year is disclosed at last, that food, warmth, and gladness are coming out of the south. As ‘the Fair Woman of February,’ though whatever other designation St. Bride goes by, she is often revealed. Her humble yellow fires are lit among the grasses, on the shore-ways, during this month. Everywhere in the Gaelic lands ‘Candlemas-Queen’ is honoured at this time. _Am Fheill Bhride_, the Festival of St. Bridget, was till recently a festival of joy throughout the west, from the Highland Line to the last weedy shores of Barra or the Lews: in the isles and in the remote Highlands, still is.