Interrupted again-as it clearly appears,

By the famed Commonwealth-which stood lordly for years; Charles the second at last, found his way to the crown, And bloodshed, and anarchy, both were put down.

James the second next reigns-breaks his oath and the law; When rebellion quick sounded the trumpet of war; Alarmed at the danger, unfriended, alone,

He flies o'er to France-and thus vacates the throne.

Interrupted again-by this strange revolution;
Which left unprotected our famed constitution;
But th' renowned Prince of Orange-as left on record,
As William the third reigned our sovereign and lord;
Anne of Denmark next followed, a queen in her prime,
That rose like a star at this critical time;

But as stars set in night, when their labour is done;
And change, and give place, to their rival, the sun;
So Anne sank to rest-and here it is plain,
That the throne was thereby interrupted again
For the parliament, brave, patriotic, and free,
Called a foreigner hither their monarch to be;
And the Sun that first steadily rose on our Isles,
Was our loved George the first-with his wisdom and smiles;
Could the shades of our fathers but tell of this hour,
When England was strengthened by commerce and power;
When the lands of Great Britain were heard to resound
With the echoing cry of-a Brunswick is crowned;
When the seas seemed to shout to the foes of our shore,
A George is our king, and we fear thee no more.
George the second, revered, next figures in story
But the one so beloved, the delight and the glory
Of a people refined by his virtues and parts,

Was our late George the third, the beloved of our hearts;
Long, long, he reigned over us wisely and well,

As our statesmen can prove-and our warriors can tell;
And when he expired full of glory and years,

His manes were embalmed by a nation's warm tears:
Thus the third governed virtuously, wisely, and well,
And the fourth George-our sovereign hath broken the spell.

Grim shade of Lord Arthur that battled with fame,
That recorded in blood both thy vengeance and name;
Go rest thee in peace in some region unknown;
Since freedom and truth have established our throne;
On the basis of glory, so firm and secure,

That no charm can shake it, while ages endure;
And long may it stand as a rock 'midst the storm,
Unsubdued by commotion, unchanged in its form;
The footstool of mercy, the sun of our Isle:
The temple where science may enter and smile;
The hope of the brave, the resort of the wise;
The fountain of truth, unrestrained by surprise ;
The head of the state, but with Argus's eyes?
28. 1830.

KING WILLIAM IV. PROCLAIMED.

29. ST. PETter,

Or Simon Peter, as he is very commonly called in Scripture, was the son of Jonah of Bethsaida, in Upper Galilee. After his conversion, St. Peter lived at Capernaum, and from Luke, chap iv. ver. 31-38, it appears Christ frequently lodged at his house. In the year 64 he settled at Rome, where he fell under the displeasure of the Emperor Nero, who, falsely accusing the Christians of setting fire to the city, began a dreadful persecution against them. After a confinement of nine months Nero ordered St. Peter to be executed, which took place on the top of the Vatican mount.

The illumination of St. Peter's Church, and the fireworks for the Castle of St. Angelo, at Rome, on this day, far exceed any thing the imagination can possibly conceive. A modern tourist says: "The lighting of the lanteroni, or large paper lanterns, each of which looks like a globe of ethereal fire, had been going on for an hour, and, by the time we arrived there, was nearly completed. As we passed the Ponte San Angelo, the

appearance of this magnificent church, glowing in its own brightness-the millions of lights reflected in the calm waters of the Tiber, and mingling with the last golden glow of evening, so as to make the whole building seem covered with burnished gold, had a most striking and magical effect."

1830. WILLIAM PRICE, M. R. S. L. DIed.

A learned oriental scholar, born at Worcester, near which city he died from a fit of apoplexy in June, 1830. In 1811 he went out as Assistant Secretary and Interpreter to the English Embassy in Persia, under Sir Gore Ouseley. He afterwards published a Journal of the Embassy; which contains much information interesting to the philologist. During his stay at Shiraz he made such discoveries as enabled him to decipher the arrow-headed characters found among the ruins of Persepolis, &c., which had long exercised the acumen of oriental scholars. He published a Grammar of the Hindostanee, Persian, and Arabic; Elements of the Sanscrit Language; and a new Grammar of the Hindostanee Language.

JULY.

July, to whom the Dog-Star in her train,
Saint James gave oysters, and Saint Swithin rain.

Churchill.

THIS month received its name from Marc Anthony, in honor of Julius Cæsar, who was born this month; before which it was called, by Romulus, Quintilis. The Romans considered July as under the protection of Jupiter; and on the first day the leases of their houses generally expired, and were renewed.

July was, by the Saxons, says Verstegan, "called heu-monat, or hey-monat, that is to say, hey-moneth, because therein they usually mowed, and made their heyharvest." Peacham says: "July I would have drawn in a jacket of light yellow, eating cherries, with his face and bosom sun-burnt; on his head a wreath of centaurie and wild-thyme; a sithe on his shoulders; a bottle at his girdle; carrying the sign Leo," or the Lion, which is the zodiacal sign of the month.

2. VISITATION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. This day commemorates the visit of the Virgin Mary to her cousin Elizabeth, the mother of St. John, in the mountain of Judea, immediately after the announcement of the "glad tidings" that she was the appointed of the

Almighty, for the incarnation of the Redeemer. It was first made a festival of the church by Pope Urban the Sixth, in the year 1383, and it was afterwards confirmed, not only by a decree of Pope Boniface the Ninth, but by the Council of Basille in 1441.

THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK.*

BY JOSEPH C. CALLANAN.

The evening star rose beauteous above the fading day,
As to the lone and solemn beach the Virgin came to pray,
And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow

fall,

But the bank of green where Mary knelt was the brightest of them all.

Slow moving o'er the waters a gallant bark appeared,

And her joyous crew look'd from the deck as to the land she

near'd;

To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like a swan,

And her wings of snow, o'er the waves below, in pride and beauty shone.

The master saw our lady' as he stood upon the prow,

And mark'd the whiteness of her robe and the radiance of her

brow;

Her arms were folded gracefully upon her stainless breast, And her eyes look'd up amongst the stars to HIM her soul lov'd best.

These very beautiful verses are founded on an existing popular tradition in the county of Cork. There is not a fisherman, we believe, who visits the bay of Cloghnakilty but can show the green hillock; known as the Virgin Mary's Bank.

"In the bay of Cloghnakilty, which divides Ïbawne from Barryroe, is the pleasant island of Inchydonny. The island, by an inquisition held at Cork, Nov. 4th, 1584, was found to be escheated, for want of heirs, to Queen Elizabeth, and the Bishop of Ross had but seven marks, half-faced money, out of the same. -Smith's History of Cork.