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      COLONIAL CHRISTMASES

      ALICE MORSE EARLE

      [From "Customs and Fashions in Old New England."]

      The first century of colonial life saw few set times and days for pleasure. The holy days of the English Church were as a stench to the Puritan nostrils, and their public celebration was at once rigidly forbidden by the laws of New England. New holidays were not quickly evolved, and the sober gatherings for matters of Church and State for a time took their place. The hatred of "wanton Bacchanallian Christmasses" spent throughout England, as Cotton said, in "revelling, dicing, carding, masking, mumming, consumed in compotations, in interludes, in excess of wine, in mad mirth," was the natural reaction of intelligent and thoughtful minds against the excesses of a festival which had ceased to be a Christian holiday, but was dominated by a lord of misrule who did not hesitate to invade the churches in time of service, in his noisy revels and sports. English Churchmen long ago revolted also against such Christmas observance.

      Of the first Pilgrim Christmas we know but little, save that it was spent, as was many a later one, in work. …

      By 1659 the Puritans had grown to hate Christmas more and more; it was, to use Shakespeare's words, "the bug that feared them all." The very name smacked to them of incense, stole, and monkish jargon; any person who observed it as a holiday by forbearing of labor, feasting, or any other way was to pay five shillings fine, so desirous were they to "beate down every sprout of Episcopacie." Judge Sewall watched jealously the feeling of the people with regard to Christmas, and noted with pleasure on each succeeding year the continuance of common traffic throughout the day. Such entries as this show his attitude: "Dec. 25, 1685. Carts come to town and shops open as usual. Some somehow observe the day, but are vexed I believe that the Body of people profane it, and blessed be God no authority yet to compel them to keep it." When the Church of England established Christmas services in Boston a few years later, we find the Judge waging hopeless war against Governor Belcher over it, and hear him praising his son for not going with other boy friends to hear the novel and attractive services. He says: "I dehort mine from Christmas keeping and charge them to forbear."

      Christmas could not be regarded till this century as a New England holiday, though in certain localities, such as old Narragansett—an opulent community which was settled by Episcopalians—two weeks of Christmas visiting and feasting were entered into with zest by both planters and slaves for many years previous to the revolution.

      THE ANGELS

      WILLIAM DRUMMOND

      Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears.

       We bring the best of news; be not dismayed:

       A Saviour there is born more old than years,

       Amidst heaven's rolling height this earth who stayed.

       In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid,

       A weakling did him bear, who all upbears;

       There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid,

       To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres:

       Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth.

       This is that night—no, day, grown great with bliss,

       In which the power of Satan broken is:

       In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth!

       Thus singing, through the air the angels swarm,

       And cope of stars re-echoèd the same.

       Or say, if this new Birth of ours

       Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,

       Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear

       All doubts, and manifest the where.

       Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek

       Him in the morning's blushing cheek,

       Or search the beds of spices through,

       To find him out?

       Star.—No, this ye need not do; But only come and see Him rest, A princely babe, in's mother's breast.

      HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS

      FELICIA HEMANS

      Oh! lovely voices of the sky

       Which hymned the Saviour's birth,

       Are ye not singing still on high,

       Ye that sang, "Peace on earth"?

       To us yet speak the strains

       Wherewith, in time gone by,

       Ye blessed the Syrian swains,

       Oh! voices of the sky!

       Oh! clear and shining light, whose beams

       That hour Heaven's glory shed,

       Around the palms, and o'er the streams,

       And on the shepherd's head.

       Be near, through life and death,

       As in that holiest night

       Of hope, and joy, and faith—

       Oh! clear and shining light!

      NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP

      ROBERT SOUTHWELL

      Behold a simple, tender Babe,

       In freezing winter night,

       In homely manger trembling lies;

       Alas! a piteous sight.

       The inns are full; no man will yield

       This little Pilgrim bed;

       But forced he is with silly beasts

       In crib to shroud his head.

       Despise him not for lying there;

       First what he is inquire:

       An Orient pearl is often found

       In depth of dirty mire.

       Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish,

       Nor beasts that by him feed;

       Weigh not his mother's poor attire,

       Nor Joseph's simple weed.

       This stable is a Prince's court,

       The crib his chair of state;

       The beasts are parcel of his pomp,

       The wooden dish his plate.

       The persons in that poor attire

       His royal liveries wear;

       The Prince himself is come from heaven:

       This pomp is praisèd there.

       With joy approach, O Christian wight!

       Do homage to thy King;

       And highly praise this humble pomp,

       Which he from heaven doth bring.

      THE THREE KINGS

      HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

      Three Kings came riding from far away,

       Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar;

       Three Wise Men out of the East were they,

       And they traveled by night and they slept by day,

       For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star.

       The star was so beautiful, large and clear,

       That all the other stars of the sky

       Became a white mist in the atmosphere;

       And by this they knew that the coming was near

       Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy.

       Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows,

       Three

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