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October 22.

St. Philip, Bp. of Heraclea, and others, A. D. 304. Sts. Nunilo and Alodia, A. D. 840. St. Donatus, Bp. of Fiesoli, in Tuscany, A. D. 816. St. Mello, or Melanius, 4th Cent. St. Mark, Bp. A. D. 156.

St. Mark, Bishop of Jerusalem.

The two first bishops of Jerusalem were "the apostle St. James and his brother St. Simeon; thirteen bishops who succeeded them were of the Jewish nation." Upon an edict of the emperor Adrian, prohibiting all Jews from coming to Jerusalem, Mark, being a Gentile Christian, was chosen bishop of the Christians in that city, and was their first Gentile bishop. He is said to have been martyred in 156.*[1]


They who think the affections are always in season, may not deem these lines out of season.


To a Mother.

In the sweet "days of other years,"
When o'er my cradle first thy tears
Were blended with maternal fears,
   And anxious doubts for me;
How often rose my lisping prayer,
That heav'n a mother's life would spare,
Who watch'd with such incessant care,
   My helpless infancy.

Those happy hours are past away,
Yet fain I'd breathe an artless lay,
To greet my mother this blest day,
   For oh! it gave thee birth;
Hope whispers that it will be dear,
As seraph's music to thine ear,
That thou wilt hallow with a tear,
   This tribute to thy worth.

And thy approving voice would be
More sweet—more welcome far to me
Than greenest wreaths of minstrelsy,
   Pluck'd from the muses' bowers;
And round this lowly harp of mine,
I'd rather that a hand like thine,
One simple garland should entwine,
   Than amaranthine flowers.

My childish griefs were hush'd to rest,
Those lips on mine fond kisses prest,
Those arms my feeble form carest,
   When few a thought bestow'd—
When sickness threw its venom'd dart,
My pillow was thy aching heart—
Thy gentle looks could joy impart,
   With angel love they glow'd.

This world is but a troubled sea,
And rude its billows seem to me;
Yet my frail bark must shipwreck'd be,
   Ere I forget such friend;
Or send an orison on high,
That begs not blessings from the sky,
That heav'n will hear a daughter's sigh,
   And long thy life defend.


Three-leaved Silphium. Silphium trifoliatum.
Dedicated to St. Nunilo.

Notes [all notes are Hone's unless otherwise indicated]:

1. Butler. [return]