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They kept at an awful distance, and some when the earth is softened in spring.
“ their slow lergth" upon the surface.
They were all carefully taken up, and pre-
• The tated unwillingly. They were the under
PLOUGH MONDAY. The first Monday after Twelfth-day is in these times, the twelve days of Christcalled Plough Monday, and appears to mas are devoted to pastime, although the have received that name because it was custom remains. Formerly, indeed, little the first day after Christmas that hus was done in the field at this season, and bandmen resumed the plough. In some according to “Tusser Redivivus,” during parts of the country, and especially in the the Christmas holidays, gentlemen feasted north, they draw the plough in procession the farmers, and every farmer feasted his to the doors of the villagers and towns servants and taskmen. Then Plough people. Long ropes are attached to it, and Monday reminded them of their business, Thirty or forty men, stripped to their clean and on the morning of that day, the men white shirts, but protected from the wea and maids strove who should show their ther by waistcoats beneath, drag it along. readiness to commence the labours of the Their arms and shoulders are decorated year, by rising the earliest. If the ploughwith gay-coloured ribbons, tied in large man could get his whip, his plough-staff, knots and bows, and their hats are smart- hatchet, or any field implement, by the ened in the same way. They are usually fireside, before the maid could get her accompanied by an old woman, or a boy kettle on, she lost her Shrove-tide cock to dressed up to represent one; she is gaily be the men. Thus did our forefathers strive dizened, and called the Bessy. Sometimes to allure youth to their duty, and provided the sport is assisted by a humorous coun them innocent mirth as well as labour Iryman to represent a fool. He is covered On Plough Monday night the farmer gave with ribbons, and attired in skins, with a them a good supper and strong ale. In depending tail, and carries a box to collect some places, where the ploughman went money from the spectators. They are to work on Plough Monday, if, on bis attended by music, and Morris-dancers return at night, he came with his whip to when they can be got; but there is always the kitchen-hatch, and cried “ Cock in a sportive dance with a few lasses in all pot,” before the maid could cry their finery, and a superabundance of rib. on the dunghill,” he gained a cock for bons. When this merriment is well ma- Shrove Tuesday. paged, it is very pleasing. The money Blomefield's History of Norfolk tend. collected is spent at night in conviviality. lo clear the origin of the annual proces It must not be supposed, however, that sions on Plough Monday. Anciently, a
light called the Plough-light, was main a fire-spark in my throat, I, going over lo
Lawyer Voisy May it please your me hand and foot, and throws me in the
in the neighbourhood is not to be ex. Vulcan, the Blacksmith.--My lords, pressed. I am sure I have been oftensir John has been a great enemy to me, times very highly esteemed both with and many of my friends. Many a time, lords knights, and squires, and none when I have been busy at my work, not could please them so well as James th.irking any harm to any man, koving Wheatly, the baker; but now the case is
altered ; sir John Barleycorn is the man pears it is from their own greerly desires
posed to acquit you. Bring in your evi-
boldly, that we may understand thee. Court.-Call Mr. Malt.
Ploughman.-Gentlemen, sir John is Malt appears.
of an ancient house, and is come of a Court.-Mr. Malt, you have (as you noble race; there is neither lord, knight, have been in court) heard the indictment nor squire, but they love his company, and that is laid against your brother, sir John he theirs; as long as they don't abuse Barleycorn, who says, if any one ought him, he will abuse no man, but doth a to be accused, it should be you; but as great deal of good. In the first place, sir John and you are so nearly related few ploughmen can live without him; for to each other, and have lived so long to- if it were not for him, we should not pay gether, the court is of opinion he cannot our landlords their rent; and then what be acquitted, unless you can likewise would such men as you do for money and prove yourself innocent of the crimes clothes ? Nay, your gay ladies would care which are laid to his charge.
but little for you, if you had not your Malt.- My lords, I thank you for the rents coming in to maintain them; and liberty you now indulge me with, and we could never pay, but that sir John think it a great happiness, since I am so Barleycorn feeds us with money; and yet strongly accused, that I have such learned would you seek to take away his life! judges to determine these complaints. As For shame, let your malice cease, and for my part, I will put the matter to the pardon his life, or else we are all undone. bench. First, I pray you consider with Bunch, the Brewer.-Gentlemen, I beyourselves, all tradesmen would live; and seech you, hear me. My name is Bunch, a although Master Malt does make some- brewer; and I believe few of you can live times a cup of good liquor, and many without a cup of good liquor, no more than men come to taste it, yet ihe fault is nei can without the help of sir John Barley• ther in me nor my brother John, but in corn. As for my own part, I maintain a such as those who make this complaint great charge, and keep a great many men against us, as I shall make it appear to at work; I pay taxes forty pounds a year
to his majesty, God bless him, and all this In the first place, which of you all can is maintained by the help of sir John; say but Master Malt can make a cup of then how can any man for shame seek to good liquor, with the help of a good take away his life. brewer; and when it is made, it will be Mistress Hostess.--To give evidence sold. I pray which of you all can live in behalf of sir John Barleycorn, gives without it? But when such as these, who me pleasure, since I have an opporcomplain of us, find it to be good, then tunity of doing justice to so honourable a they have such a greedy mind, that they person. Through him the administration think they never have enough, and this receives large supplies; he likewise greatly overcharge brings on the inconveniences supports the labourer, and enlivens the complained of, makes them quarrelsome conversation. What pleasure could there with one another, and abusive to their be at a sheep-clipping without his com. very friends, so that we are forced to lay pany, or what joy at a feast without his them down to sleep. From hence it ap- assistance ? I know liin, to te an honest
man, and he never abused any man, if they the church of England was the saint of
Is the patroness of Brussels, and is said go, the coward fight, and a soldier neither misfortune of having her candle blown feel hunger nor cold. I beseech you, gen- out, and possessed the miraculous power tlemen, let him live, or else we are all un
of praying it a-light again, at least, so done; the nation likewise will be distressed, the labourer impoverished, and the says Butler; “ whence,” he affirms, she husbandman ruined.
is usually represented in pictures with a
lantern." He particularizes no other miCourt.-Gentlemen of the jury, you racle she performed. Surius however rehave now heard what has been offered lates, that as she was praying in a church against sir John Barleycorn, and the evi- without shoes, the priest compassionately dence that has been produced in his defence. If you are of opinion he is guilty put his gloves under her feet; but she of those wicked crimes laid to his charge; hung in the air for the space of an hour.
ihrew them away, and they miraculously and has with malice prepense conspired whether in compliment to the saint or the and brought about the death of several of
priest does not appear. his majesty's loving subjects, you are then to find hiin guilty; but if, on the contrary,
CHRONOLOGY. you are of opinion that he had no real 1821. A newspaper of January 8, menintention of wickedness, and was not the tions an extraordinary feat by Mr. Jluddy, immediate, but only the accidental, canse the postmaster of Lismore, in the 97ih of these evils laid to his charge, then, ac- year of his age. Ile travelled, for a wager, cording to the statute law of this kingdom, from that town to Fermoy in a Dungarvon you ought to acquit him.
oyster-tub, drawn by a pig, a badger, two Verdict, Not GUILTY. cats, a goose, and a hedgehog; with a From this facetious little narrative may driver's whip in one hand, and in the other
large red nightcap on his head, a pigbe learned the folly of excess, and the injustice of charging a cheering beverage,
a common cow's-horn, which he blew to with the evil consequences of a man tak: encourage his team, and give notice of
this new mode of posting. ing a cup more of it than will do him good.
Let us turn away for a moment from the credulity and eccentricity of man's
feebleness and folly, to the contemplation January 8.
of “ the firstling of the year” from the St. Lucian-Holiday at the Exchequer. bosom of our common mother. The
Snow-drop is described in the “ Flora St. Appollinaris. St. Severinus. St. Domestica" “ as the earliest flower of all Pega. St. Vulsin. St. Gudula. St. Na- our wild flowers, and will even show her thulan.
head above the snow, as if to prove her St. Lucian.
rivalry in whiteness;" as if The St. Lucian of the Romish church – Flora's breath, by some transforming power, on this day was from Rome, and preached Had chang’d an icicle into a flower. in Gaul, where he suffered death about
Mrs. Barbauld. 290, according to Butler, who affirms that One of its greatest charms is its “coming he is the St. Lucian in the English Pro- in a wintry season, when few others visit testant calendar. There is reason to us: we look upon it as a friend in adversuppose, however, that the St. Lucian of sity; sure to come when most necded."
Like pendent flakes of vegetating srow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Beneath the o.chard-boughs, thy buds appear.
And scarce the hazel in the leafless copse,
The grass is spangled with thy silver drops. Charlotte Smitha