The Sun.
London, England, 1856-12-26 00:00:00

A CALENDAR OF FIRESIDE SAINTS.

( From Punch's Almanac.)

ST. BETST.—St. Betsy was wedded to a knight who
sailed with Raleigh and brought home tobacco, and the
knight smoked, But he thought that St. Betsy, like
other fine ladies of the Court, would fain that he should
smoke out of doors, nor taint with 'bacco smoke the
tapestry. Whereupon the knight would seek his ggarden,n,
his orchard, and in any weather smoke, sub Jove. N
w'
it chanced as the knight smoked St. Betsy caeme to bins
house ;"
and said, "My Lord, pray ye, c ime into
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phteioni;puatond from that time the knight sat in
the cedar chamber and smoked his weed.
ST. PHILLIs.—St. Phillis was a virgin of noble paren-
tage, but withal as simple as any shepherdess of curds-
and-cream. She married a wealthy lord, and bad much
pin money. But when other ladies wore diamonds and
pearls, St. Phillis only wore a red and white rose in her
hair. Yet her pin money bought the best of jewellery
in the happy eyes of the poor about her. St. Phillis
was rewarded. She lived until fourscore, and still car-
ried the red and white rose in her face, and left their
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fragrance in her memory.
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hwt_eass
seemed England
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ve service.
; and she prayed
to St. Patrick that he Would give her a good gift that
would make her not proud but useful ; and St. Patrick
poouttaotof hAis
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secret
has come down to so few,
ST. Pacer.—St. Phoebe was married early to a wilful
hut withal a good-hearted husband. He was a merchant,
and would come home sour and-sullen from 'Change.
Whereupon, after lunch pondering, St. Phoebe in her pa-
tience set to work, aid praying the while made of dyed
lambs.wool a doer-mat. Arid it chanced from that time,
that never did the husband touch that mat that it didn't
clean his temper with his shoes, and be sat down by his
Phoebe as mild as the lamb whose wool he had trod
upon. Thee gentleness may .rake miraculous door-mats I
ST. SALLY.—St. Sally, from her childhood, was known
for her innermost love of truth. It was said of her that
her heart was in a crystal shrine, and all the world might
see it. Now once when other women denied, or strove
to hide, their age, St. Sally said, "I am five and.thirty
Whereupon, next birthday, St Sally's husband, at a
feast of all their friends, gave her a necklace of six-aud-
thirty opal heads ; and on every birthday added a bead
until the beads mounted fourscore and one. And the
beads seemed to act as a charm, for St. Sally, wearing
the sum of her age about her neck, age never appeared
in her face.. Such, in the olden time, was the reward of
simplicity and truth.
St. LILY.—St. Lily was the wife of poor man, who
tried to support his family, and the children were many,
by writing books. But in those days it was not as easy
for a man to find a publisher as to say his Paternoster.
Many were the books that were written by the husband
of St. Lily, but to every book St. Lily gave at least two
babes. However, blithe as the cricket was the spirit
that ruled about the hearth of St. Lily. And how she
helped her helpmate ! She smiled euobeatns into his ink-
bottle, and turned his goose-pen to the quill of a dove !
She made the paper he wrote on as white as her name
and as fragrant as her' soul. And when folks wondered
how St., Lily managed so lightly with fortune's troubles,
she always answered that she never heeded, them, for—
That troubles were like babies, and only grow the bigger
by nursing.
very good man was St. Becky's hus-
ST. BECKT.—A
band, but with his heart a little too much in his bottle.
Port wine—red port wine was his delight, and his con-
stant cry was " bee's-wing." Now, as ho sat tipsy in
his arbour a wasp dropped into his „lase, and the wasp
was swelled, stinging the lean inwardly. Doctors
crowded, and with much ado the man was saved. Now,
St. Becky nursed her husband tenderly to health, and
upbraided him not, but she said these words, and they
reformed him :—" My dear, take wine, and bless your
heart with it, but wine in moderation ; else never forget
that the bee's-wing of to-day becomes the wasp's-sting of
to morrow.

St. Petersburg accounts to the latest date state that
the mild temperature of 1 to 3 degrees, which had
prevailed for Borne days past, was by no ratans welcome
to people bisiaess.,