When the wind is in the east,

'Tis neither good for man nor beast:

When the wind is in the south,

It is in the rain's mouth.

March winds are proverbial, and the following distich is not uncommon in Yorkshire:

March winds and April showers,

Bring forth May flowers.

To which we may add,—

The south wind brings wet weather,

The north wind wet and cold together;

The west wind always brings us rain,

The east wind blows it back again.

The solution of the following pretty nursery-riddle is a hurricane of wind:

Arthur o' Bower has broken his band,

He comes roaring up the land:

The King of Scots, with all his power,

Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower.

[THE MOON.]

The inhabitants of most of our rural districts still retain the old dislike to a new moon on Friday, and perpetuate it by the saying,—

Friday's moon,

Come when it wool,

It comes too soon.