The Perennial Calendar, and Companion to the Almanack; Illustrating the Events of Every Day in the Year, as Connected with History, Chronology, Botany, Natural History, Astronomy, Popular Costumes, and Antiquitiesof the Church (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824 Excerpt: ...sprung, With little rage inflamed: Inflamed with rage at sad restraint, Which wise mamma ordained, And sorely vext to play the saint, Whilst wit and beauty reigned; "Shall I thumb holy books, confined With Abigails forsaken? Kitty's for other things designed, Or I am much mistaken. "Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousin9? At balls must the make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens? "What has she better, pray, than I, What bidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die, Whilst I am scarce a toast? "Dearest mamma for once let me, Unchained, my fortune try; I'll have my Earl as well as she, f Or know the reason why. "I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall: They'll grieve I was not loosed before; She, I was loosed at all." Fondness prevailed, mamma gave way; Kitty, at heart's desire, Obtained the chariot for a day, And set the world on fire. Flora.--About this time the heads of the large white officinal Poppy are gathered in, from which is made the syrup so useful as a sedative. From the same plant Opium is made, but it has been discovered lately that the Turks make this substance from the Oriental Poppy. On the Poppy. When life's red stream with quickened impulse flows, Impetuous struggling through the obstructed brain, Aud hot as Etnas burning lava glows, When, wasting wide, it seeks the distant main; Lady Catherine Hyde, afterwards Duchess of Queensberry. t The Earl of Essex married Lady Jane Hyde. When Reason staggers with the stroke of Pain, And Superstition s spectres hover round; While Frenzy sees red lightnings scathe the plain That erst with Fancy's sweetest flowers was crowned; Where shall the harassed wretch for succour fly? Nor faith nor hope can now affo...