Book IV.

PHILADELPHIA J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1900.

Copyright, 1891, by J. B. Lippincott Company.

Printed by J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia.

ILLUSTRATIONS, BOOK IV.

[Pg 3]

CONTENTS OF BOOK IV.

FOOTNOTES:

[A] By the courtesy of Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin & Co.

[B] By the courtesy of Messrs. Charles Scribners' Sons.

[C] By the courtesy of Messrs. Harper & Bros.

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Sung Under The Window.

Shakespeare.

[Pg 9]

WHO'S THERE?

[Pg 10]

GOD REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN.

[Pg 12]

WELCOME YULE.

Ritson's Ancient Songs.

FOOTNOTES:

[D] Together.

[E] Loved.

[Pg 14]

ANGEL HERALDS.

[Pg 15]

THE MATCHLESS MAIDEN.

Wright's Songs and Carols.

FOOTNOTES:

[F] Matchless.

[G] Chose.

[H] As.

[Pg 16]

REMEMBER, O THOU MAN.

Ravenscroft's Melismata, A.D. 1611.

[Pg 19]

THE SINGERS IN THE SNOW.

[Pg 21]

A CHRISTMAS CHORUS.

[Pg 22]

THREE SHIPS.

[Pg 24]

JACOB'S LADDER.

[Pg 26]

SAINT STEPHEN, THE CLERK.

FOOTNOTES:

[I] Mad.

[J] Scold.

[K] Dress.

[L] As true.

[Pg 29]

THE CARNAL AND THE CRANE.

FOOTNOTES:

[M] Run.

[N] Crow.

[O] Rounds.

[Pg 35]

THE HOLY WELL.

[Pg 38]

THE HOLLY AND THE IVY.

[Pg 39]

THE CONTEST OF THE VINES.

FOOTNOTES:

[P] Chapped skin.

[Q] So may all have.

[R] Cries.

[Pg 41]

ANE SANG OF THE BIRTH OF CHRIST.

A SCOTCH CAROL.

[Pg 43]

CHRISTMAS MINSTRELSY.

William Wordsworth.

[Pg 47]

THE OLD, OLD STORY.

H. R. Bramley.

[Pg 49]

A CHRISTMAS BALLAD.

William Morris.

[Pg 52]

A FRENCH NOËL.

(TRANSLATED FROM GUI BARÔZAI.)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

[Pg 54]

MASTERS, IN THIS HALL.

William Morris.

[Pg 57]

The Worship Of The Babe.

Old Carol.

[Pg 59]

TO HIS SAVIOUR, A CHILD; A PRESENT, BY A CHILD.

Robert Herrick.

[Pg 60]

HONOR TO THE KING.

Christ Church, Oxford, MS.

[Pg 62]

NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP.

Robert Southwell.

[Pg 64]

OF THE EPIPHANY.

Sir John Beaumont.

[Pg 66]

A HYMN FOR THE EPIPHANY.

SUNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS.

1 King. Bright Babe! whose awful beauties make The morn incur a sweet mistake; 2 King. For whom the officious heavens devise To disinherit the sun's rise; 3 King. Delicately to displace The day, and plant it fairer in Thy face; 1 King. O Thou born King of loves! 2 King. Of lights! 3 King. Of joys!

Chorus. Look up, sweet Babe, look up and see! For love of Thee, Thus far from home The East is come To seek herself in Thy sweet eyes.

1 King. We who strangely went astray, Lost in a bright Meridian night; 2 King. A darkness made of too much day; 3 King. Beckoned from far By Thy fair star, Lo, at last have found our way.

[Pg 67] Chorus. To Thee, Thou Day of Night! Thou East of West! Lo, we at last have found the way To Thee, the world's great universal East, The general and indifferent day.

1 King. All-circling point! all-centring sphere! The world's one round eternal year: 2 King. Whose full and all-unwrinkled face Nor sinks nor swells with time or place; 3 King. But everywhere and every while Is one consistent solid smile, 1 King. Not vexed and tost, 2 King. 'Twixt spring and frost; 3 King. Nor by alternate shreds of light; Sordidly shifting hands with shades and night.

Chorus. O little All, in Thy embrace, The world lies warm and likes his place; Nor does his full globe fail to be Kissed on both his cheeks by Thee; Time is too narrow for Thy year, Nor makes the whole world Thy half-sphere.

Richard Crashaw.

[Pg 68]

A HYMN ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR.

Ben Jonson.

[Pg 70]

AT CHRISTMAS.

George Herbert.

[Pg 72]

NEW HEAVEN, NEW WAR.

Robert Southwell.

[Pg 73]

FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.

Francis Kinwelmersh, A.D. 1576.

[Pg 75]

SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL.

Robert Herrick.

[Pg 77]

AND THEY LAID HIM IN A MANGER.

Sir Edward Sherburne.

[Pg 79]

THE BURNING BABE.

Robert Southwell.

[Pg 81]

CHRIST'S NATIVITY.

Henry Vaughan.

[Pg 83]

AN ODE ON THE BIRTH OF OUR SAVIOUR.

Robert Herrick.

[Pg 85]

WHO CAN FORGET?

Giles Fletcher.

FOOTNOTE:

[S] Wise men.

[Pg 87]

THE CHILD JESUS.

A CORNISH CAROL.

Robert Stephen Hawker.

[Pg 89]

LONG AGO.

Christina G. Rossetti.

[Pg 91]

STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

Henry Kirke White.

[Pg 92]

NO ROOM.

Agnes Repplier.

[Pg 94]

ON CHRISTMAS DAY.

From a manuscript volume, written by George Washington.

[Pg 96]

THE HEAVENLY CHOIR.

John Keble.

[Pg 101]

The Wassail-Bowl.

Old Carol.

[Pg 103]

WASSAIL.

Robert Herrick.

FOOTNOTE:

[T] White bread.

[Pg 105]

INVITATION À FAIRE NOËL.

(FROM THE FRENCH OF THE TWELFTH CENTURY.)

Translated by H. S. M.

[Pg 107]

A THANKSGIVING.

Robert Herrick.

[Pg 108]

AROUND THE WASSAIL-BOWL.

[Pg 111]

FROM DOOR TO DOOR.

[Pg 113]

WASSAILING CAROL.

[Pg 116]

A CAROL AT THE GATES.

[Pg 118]

WANDERING WASSAILERS.

Chappell's Ancient English Melodies.

[Pg 120]

BRING US IN GOOD ALE.

Wright's Songs and Carols.

[Pg 122]

ABOUT THE BOARD.

New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1642.

[Pg 123]

BEFORE THE FEAST.

New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1642.

[Pg 125]

A BILL OF CHRISTMAS FARE.

New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1642.

[Pg 126]

THE MAHOGANY-TREE.

William Makepeace Thackeray.

[Pg 129]

A CHRISTMAS CEREMONY.

Robert Herrick.

WITH CAKES AND ALE.

H. S. M.

[Pg 130]

THE MASQUE OF CHRISTMAS.

(AS IT WAS PRESENTED AT COURT, 1616.)

The Court being seated,

Enter Christmas, with two or three of the guard, attired in round hose, long stockings, a close doublet, a high-crowned hat, with a brooch, a long, thin beard, a truncheon, little ruffs, white shoes, his scarfs and garters tied cross, and his drum beaten before him.

Why, gentlemen, do you know what you do? ha! would you have kept me out? Christmas, old Christmas, Christmas of London, and Captain Christmas? Pray you, let me be brought before my lord chamberlain, I'll not be answered else: 'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all: I have seen the time you have wish'd for me for a merry Christmas; and now you have me, they would not let me in: I must come another time! a good jest, as if I could come more than once a year! Why, I am no dangerous person, and so I told my friends of the guard. I am old Gregory Christmas still, and though I come out of Pope's-head alley, as good a Protestant as any in my parish. The truth is, I have brought a Masque here, out o' the city, of my own making, and do present it by a set of my[Pg 131] sons, that come out of the lanes of London, good dancing boys all. It was intended, I confess, for Curriers Hall; but because the weather has been open, and the Livery were not at leisure to see it till a frost came, that they cannot work, I thought it convenient, with some little alterations, and the groom of the revels'

hand to 't, to fit it for a higher place; which I have done, and though I say it, another manner of device than your New-Year's-night. Bones o' bread, the king! (seeing King James.) Son Rowland! Son Clem! be ready there in a trice: quick, boys!

Enter his Sons and Daughters, (ten in number,) led in, in a string, by Cupid, who is attired in a flat cap, and a prentice's coat, with wings at his shoulders.

Misrule, in a velvet cap, with a sprig, a short cloak, great yellow ruff, like a reveller, his torch-bearer bearing a rope, a cheese, and a basket.

Carol, a long tawny coat, with a red cap, and a flute at his girdle, his torch-bearer carrying a song-book open.

Minced-Pie, like a fine cook's wife, drest neat; her man carrying a pie, dish, and spoons.

Gambol, like a tumbler, with a hoop and bells; his torch-bearer armed with a colt-staff, and a binding cloth.

[Pg 132] Post and Pair, with a pair-royal of aces in his hat; his garment all done over with pairs and purs; his squire carrying a box, cards, and counters.

New-Year's-Gift, in a blue coat, serving-man like, with an orange, and a sprig of rosemary gilt on his head, his hat full of brooches, with a collar of ginger-bread, his torch-bearer carrying a march-pane with a bottle of wine on either arm.

Mumming, in a masquing pied suit, with a vizard, his torch-bearer carrying the box, and ringing it.

Wassel, like a neat sempster and songster; her page bearing a brown bowl, drest with ribands, and rosemary before her.

Offering, in a short gown, with a porter's staff in his hand, a wyth born before him, and a bason, by his torch-bearer.

Baby-Cake, drest like a boy, in a fine long coat, biggin-bib, muckender, and a little dagger; his usher bearing a great cake, with a bean and a pease.

They enter singing.

[Noise without.

Chris. Ho, peace! what's the matter there?

Gam. Here's one o' Friday-street would come in.

Chris. By no means, nor out of neither of the Fish-streets, admit not a man; they are not Christmas creatures: fish and fasting days, foh! Sons, said I well? look to it.

Gam. No body out o' Friday-street, nor the two Fish-streets there, do you hear?

Car. Shall John Butter o' Milk-street come in? Ask him.

Gam. Yes, he may slip in for a torch-bearer, so he melt not too fast, that he will last till the masque be done.

Chris. Right, son.

Enter Venus, a deaf tire-woman.

Ven. Now, all the lords bless me! where am I, trow? where is Cupid? "Serve the king!" they may serve the cobbler well enough, some of 'em, for any courtesy they have, I wisse; they have need o' mending: unrude people they are, your courtiers; here was thrust upon thrust indeed: was it ever so hard to get in before, trow?

Chris. How now? what's the matter?

Ven. A place, forsooth, I do want a place: I would have a good place, to see my child act in before the king and queen's majesties, God bless 'em! to-night.

Chris. Why, here is no place for you.

Ven. Right, forsooth, I am Cupid's mother, Cupid's own mother, forsooth; yes, forsooth: I dwell in Pudding-lane: ay, forsooth, he is prentice in Love-lane, with a bugle maker, that makes of your bobs, and bird-bolts for ladies.

Chris. Good lady Venus of Pudding-lane, you must go out for all this.

Ven. Yes, forsooth, I can sit anywhere, so I may see Cupid act: he is a pretty child, though I say it, that perhaps should not, you will say. I had him by my first husband; he was a smith,[Pg 135] forsooth, we dwelt in Do-little-lane then: he came a month before his time, and that may make him somewhat imperfect; but I was a fishmonger's daughter.

Chris. No matter for your pedigree, your house: good Venus, will you depart?

Ven. Ay, forsooth, he'll say his part, I warrant him, as well as e'er a play-boy of 'em all: I could have had money enough for him, an I would have been tempted, and have let him out by the week to the king's players. Master Burbage has been about and about with me, and so has old master Hemings, too, they have need of him; where is he, trow, ha! I would fain see him—pray God they have given him some drink since he came.

Chris. Are you ready, boys? Strike up! nothing will drown this noise but a drum: a'peace, yet! I have not done. Sing,—

Car. Why, here be half of the properties forgotten, father.

Offer. Post and Pair wants his pur-chops and his pur-dogs.

Car. Have you ne'er a son at the groom porter's, to beg or borrow a pair of cards quickly?

[Pg 136] Gam. It shall not need; here's your son Cheater without, has cards in his pocket.

Offer. Ods so! speak to the guards to let him in, under the name of a property.

Gam. And here's New-Year's-Gift has an orange and rosemary, but not a clove to stick in't.

New-Year. Why, let one go to the spicery.

Chris. Fy, fy, fy! it's naught, it's naught, boys.

Ven. Why, I have cloves, if it be cloves you want. I have cloves in my purse: I never go without one in my mouth.

Car. And Mumming has not his vizard, neither.

Chris. No matter! his own face shall serve, for a punishment, and 'tis bad enough; has Wassel her bowl, and Minced-pie her spoons?

Offer. Ay, ay: but Misrule doth not like his suit: he says the players have sent him one too little, on purpose to disgrace him.

Chris. Let him hold his peace, and his disgrace will be the less: what! shall we proclaim where we were furnish'd? Mum! mum! a'peace! be ready, good boys.

Here the drum and fife sound, and they march about once. In the second coming up, Christmas proceeds in his song:

Ven. 'Tis a good child, speak out; hold up your head, Love.

Cup. And which Cupid—and which Cupid—

Ven. Do not shake so, Robin; if thou be'st a-cold, I have some warm waters for thee here.

Chris. Come, you put Robin Cupid out with your water's and your fisling; will you be gone?

Ven. Ay, forsooth, he's a child, you must conceive, and must be used tenderly; he was never in such an assembly before, forsooth, but once at the Warmoll Quest, forsooth, where he said grace as prettily as any of the sheriff's hinch-boys, forsooth.

Chris. Will you peace, forsooth?

Cup. And which Cupid—and which Cupid—

Ven. Ay, that's a good boy, speak plain, Robin; how does his majesty like him, I pray? will he give eight-pence a day, think you? Speak out, Robin.

[Pg 141] Chris. Nay, he is out enough. You may take him away, and begin your dance; this it is to have speeches.

Ven. You wrong the child, you do wrong the infant; I 'peal to his majesty.

Here they dance.

Chris. Well done, boys, my fine boys, my bully boys!

THE EPILOGUE.

And thus it ended.

Ben Jonson.

[Pg 143]

Santa Claus.

Butler.

[Pg 145]

A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS.

Clement C. Moore.

[Pg 148]

THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND.

Sidney Lanier.

[Pg 156]

OLD CHRISTMAS.

Mary Howitt.

[Pg 158]

MRS. SANTA CLAUS.

Charles Henry Lüders.

[Pg 163]

SANTA CLAUS TO LITTLE ETHEL.

(IN ANSWER TO HER LETTER, GIVING HIM A LIST OF HER CHRISTMAS WANTS.)

Francis Wells.

[Pg 167]

The Season's Reveries.

Lowell.

[Pg 169]

GUESTS AT YULE.

Edmund Clarence Stedman.

[Pg 171]

CHRISTMAS IN INDIA.

Rudyard Kipling.

[Pg 174]

CHRISTMAS VIOLETS.

Andrew Lang.

[Pg 175]

DICKENS RETURNS ON CHRISTMAS DAY.

Theodore Watts.

[Pg 176]

A GRIEF AT CHRISTMAS.

FROM "IN MEMORIAM."

First Year.

Second Year.

[Pg 180]

Third Year.

Lord Tennyson.

[Pg 183]

MY SISTER'S SLEEP.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

[Pg 186]

CHRISTMAS IN EDINBOROUGH.

I.

Alexander Smith.

[Pg 187]

CHRISTMAS IN EDINBOROUGH.

II.

Alexander Smith.

[Pg 188]

AROUND THE CHRISTMAS LAMP.

J. L. Molloy.

[Pg 189]

CHRISTMAS-EVE.

Mathilde Blind.

[Pg 190]

WONDERLAND.

Charles Henry Lüders.

[Pg 192]

WAITING.

C. H. Crandall.

[Pg 193]

AUNT MARY.

A CORNISH CHRISTMAS CHANT.

Robert Stephen Hawker.

[Pg 195]

THE GLAD NEW DAY.

Thomas Moore.

[Pg 196]

UNDER THE HOLLY BOUGH.

Charles Mackay.

[Pg 198]

THE DAWN OF CHRISTMAS.

H. S. M.

[Pg 200]

BALLADE OF CHRISTMAS GHOSTS.

Andrew Lang.

[Pg 202]

THE VILLAGE CHRISTMAS.

James Thomson.

[Pg 203]

WINTER.

Robert Southey.

[Pg 204]

DECEMBER.

Edmund Spenser.

[Pg 205]

CHRISTMAS WEATHER IN SCOTLAND.

David Gray.

[Pg 212]

SIR GALAHAD.

Lord Tennyson.

[Pg 213]

A THOUGHT FOR THE TIME.

John Keats.

[Pg 214]

BALLADE OF THE WINTER FIRESIDE.

[Pg 215]

Envoi.

H. S. M.

[Pg 216]

A CATCH BY THE HEARTH.

[Pg 217]

SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

H. Carey.

[Pg 218]

LITTLE MOTHER.

A GERMAN FANCY.

Rennell Rodd.

[Pg 220]

OCCIDENT AND ORIENT.

Charles Kingsley.

[Pg 225]

THE BLESSED DAY.

Chorus.

Jeremy Taylor.

[Pg 227]

CHRISTMAS IN CUBA.

Helen S. Conant.

[Pg 229]

FAREWELL TO CHRISTMAS.

New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1661.

[Pg 231]

THE NEW YEAR.

Charles Cotton.

[Pg 234]

A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

New Christmas Carols, A.D. 1642.

[Pg 236]

NEW-YEAR'S GIFTS.

A Cabinet of Choice Jewels, A.D. 1688.

[Pg 238]

THE END OF THE PLAY.

William Makepeace Thackeray.

[Pg 240]

FINIS.

Transcriber's Notes:

A number of the poems contain archaic and varied spelling. This has been left as printed, with the exception of the following few printer errors:

Page 84—plater'd amended to plaster'd—"And plaster'd round with amber."

Page 86—tyran's amended to tyrant's—"The tyrant's sword with blood is all defiled,"

Page 89—wind-winter amended to mid-winter—"In the bleak mid-winter Long ago."

Page 204—Iæan amended to Idæan—"They say, was nourisht by th' Idæan Mayd;"

Page 207—ore clamMorous amended to More clamorous—"More clamorous; and through the frosted air,"

The frontispiece illustrations has been moved to follow the title page. Captions have been added from the List of Illustrations.