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<h1 class="p4">A<br/> MEDLEY<br/> <span class="reduct">OF</span><br/> WEATHER LORE</h1>
<p class="pn center p2 mid">COLLECTED BY<br/>
<span class="large">M. E. S. WRIGHT</span></p>
<h2 class="p4">JANUARY</h2>
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Ancient Cornish name for the month:<br/>
Mis-jenver, cold air month.</p>
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<p class="pn center">Jewel for the month: Garnet. Constancy.</p>
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If Janiveer calends be summerly gay,<br/>
'Twill be wintry weather till the calends of May.<br/></p>
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<p>The wind of the South will be productive of
heat and fertility; the wind of the West, of
milk and fish; the wind from the North, of
cold and storm; the wind from the East, of
fruit on the trees.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Scotland.</i></p>
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At New Year's tide<br/>
The days lengthen a cock's stride.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Proverb in the North.</i></p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>A cold January, a feverish February, a dusty
March, a weeping April, a windy May, presage
a good year and gay.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>France.</i></p>
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<p>Warwickshire countrymen to ensure good luck
bow nine times to the first New Moon of the
year.</p>
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<p class="pn center">A snow year, a rich year.</p>
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The blackest month of all the year<br/>
Is the month of Janiveer.</p>
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<p class="ppi10">Through all the sad and weary hours<br/>
Which cold and dark and storms will bring,</p>
<p class="ppi10">We scarce believe in what we know—<br/>
That time drags on at last to Spring.</p>
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<p class="pn10">The empty pastures blind with rain.</p>
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<p class="pn10">If the grass grow in Janiveer<br/>
'Twill be the worse for 't all the year.</p>
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<p>A fair day in winter is the mother of a storm.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</SPAN></span></p>
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<p class="pn center">Under water famine, under snow bread.</p>
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March in Janiveer,<br/>
Janiveer in March I fear.</p>
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<p class="pn center">A year of snow a year of plenty.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Spain.</i></p>
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<p class="pn20">Winter time for shoeing;<br/>
Peascod time for wooing.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Devon.</i></p>
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<p class="pn center">1565</p>
<p class="p1">On Twelve-eve in Christmas, they used to set
up as high as they can a sieve of oats, and in it
a dozen candles set round, and in the centre one
larger, all lighted. This in memory of our
Saviour and His Apostles, lights of the world.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Westmeath custom.</i></p>
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<p class="b1">In the South-hams of Devonshire, on the
Eve of the Epiphany, the farmer attended by
his workmen, with a large pitcher of cyder,
goes to the orchard, and there, encircling one
of the best bearing trees, they drink the following
toast three several times:</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</SPAN></span></p>
<p class="pn20">"Here's to thee, old apple-tree,</p>
<p class="pn">Whence thou mayst bud, and whence thou mayst blow!<br/>
And whence thou mayst bear apples enow!</p>
<p class="pn20">Hats-full, caps-full!<br/>
Bushel-bushel-sacks-full!</p>
<p class="pn">And my pockets full too! Huzza!"</p>
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<p><span class="smcap">Old Custom of blessing Apple Trees on
Twelfth Day.</span></p>
<p class="pn30">Apple-tree, apple-tree,<br/>
Bear apples for me:<br/>
Hats full, laps full,<br/>
Sacks full, caps full:<br/>
Apple-tree, apple-tree,<br/>
Bear apples for me.</p>
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<p>"Twelfth-Day—came in a tiffany suit, white
and gold, like a queen on a frost-cake, all royal,
glittering, and Epiphanous."</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Elia.</i></p>
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<p>January the fourteenth will be either the
coldest or wettest day of the year.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Huntingdon.</i></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</SPAN></span></p>
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<p class="pn center"><span class="smcap">St. Anthony.</span> (<i>January 17th.</i>)</p>
<p>It is affirmed of him that all the world bemoaned
his death, for afterwards there fell no
rain from heaven for three years.</p>
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<p class="pn center"><span class="smcap">St. Vincent.</span> (<i>January 22nd. Old Style.
February 3rd. New Style.</i>)</p>
<p class="pn20">Remember in St. Vincent's Day<br/>
If the sun his beams display,<br/>
'Tis a token bright and clear,<br/>
That you will have a prosperous year.</p>
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<p class="pn20">Winter's thunder's summer's wonder.</p>
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<p class="pn center"><span class="smcap">St. Paul's Eve.</span> (<i>January 24th.</i>)</p>
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Winter's white shrowd doth cover all the grounde,<br/>
And Caecias blows his bitter blaste of woe;<br/>
The ponds and pooles, and streams in ice are bounde,<br/>
And famished birds are shivering in the snowe.</p>
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<p class="pn">Still round about the house they flitting goe,<br/>
And at the windows seek for scraps of foode<br/>
Which Charity with hand profuse doth throwe,<br/>
Right weeting that in neede of it they stoode,<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span>For Charity is shown by working creatures goode.<br/>
The sparrowe pert, the chaffinche gay and cleane,<br/>
The redbreast welcome to the cotter's house,<br/>
The livelie blue tomtit, the oxeye greene,<br/>
The dingie dunnock, and the swart colemouse;<br/>
The titmouse of the marsh, the nimble wrenne,<br/>
The bullfinch and the goldspink, with the king<br/>
Of birds the goldcrest. The thrush, now and then,<br/>
The blackbird, wont to whistle in the spring,<br/>
Like Christians seeke the heavenlie food Saint<br/>
Paul doth bring.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Dr. Forster.</i></p>
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<p class="pn center"><span class="smcap">St. Paul's Day.</span></p>
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If Saint Paul's Day be fair and clear,<br/>
It promises then a happy year;<br/>
But if it chance to snow or rain,<br/>
Then will be dear all sorts of grain;<br/>
Or if the wind do blow aloft,<br/>
Great stirs will vex the world full oft;<br/>
And if dark clouds do muff the sky,<br/>
Then foul and cattle oft will die.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>T. Passenger.</i></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span></p>
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<p class="pn center"><span class="smcap">Of Gardens.</span></p>
<p>For the latter part of January and February,
the mezerion tree, which then blossoms; crocus
vernus, both the yellow and the gray; primroses,
anemones, the early tulippa, hyacinthus
orientalis, chamairis, frettellaria.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Bacon.</i></p>
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<p class="pn30">A January spring<br/>
Is worth no thing.</p>
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<p class="pn25">Pluck broom, broom still,<br/>
Cut broom, broom kill.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Tusser.</i></p>
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<p class="pn30">Good gardener mine,<br/>
Make garden fine,<br/>
Set garden pease,<br/>
And beans if ye please.<br/>
Set respis and rose,<br/>
Young roots of those.<br/>
Who now sows oats<br/>
Gets gold and groats.<br/>
Who sows in May,<br/>
Gets little that way.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Tusser.</i></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span></p>
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<p class="pn">A kindly good January freezeth pot by the fire.</p>
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<p class="pn10">O Winter! wilt thou never—never go!<br/>
O Summer! but I weary for thy coming!</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>David Gray.</i></p>
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<p>If the robin sings in the bush, then the weather
will be coarse; but if the robin sings on the
barn, then the weather will be warm.</p>
<p class="pnr"><i>Norfolk.</i></p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span></p>
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