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wound through a noble avenue of trees, among the naked branches of which the moon glittered as she rolled through the deep vault of a cloudless sky. The lawn beyond was sheeted with a slight covering of snow, which here and there sparkled as the moon-beams caught a frosty crystal ; and at a distance might be seen a thin transparent vapour, stealing up from the low grounds and threatening gradually to shroud the landscape.
My companion looked around him with transport :« How often, ” said he, » have I scampered up this avenue, on returning home on school vacations ! How often have I played under these trees when a boy! I feel a degree of filial reverence for them, as we look up to those who have cherished us in childhood. My father was always scrupulous in exacting our holidays, and having us around him on family festivals. He used to direct and superintend our games with the strictness that some parents do the studies of their children.' He was very articular that we should play the old English games according to their original form ; and consulted old books for precedent and authority for every merrie disport;' yet I assure you there never was pedantry so delightful. It was the policy of the good old gentleman to make his children feel that home was the happiest place in the world ; and I value this delicious home-feeling as one of the choicest gifts a parent could bestow.”
We were interrupted by the clamour of a troop of dogs of all sorts and sizes, « mongrel , puppy, whelp, and hound, and curs of low degree, » that, disturbed by the ring of the porter's bell and the rattling of the chaise , came bounding, open-mouthed , across the lawn.
- The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me! » cried Bracebridge laughing. At the sound of his voice , the bark was changed into a yelp of delight, and in a moment he was surrounded and almost overpowered by the caresses of the faithful animals.
We had now come in full view of the old family man
sion, partly thrown in deep shadow, and partly lit up by the cold moonshine. It was an irregular building, of some magnitude , and seemed to be of the architecture of different periods. One wing was evidently very ancient, with heavy stone-shafted bow windows jutting out and overrun with ivy, from among the foliage of which the small diamond-shaped panes of glass glittered with the moon-beams. The rest of the house was in the French taste of Charles the Second's time , baving been repaired and altered , as my friend told me, by one of his ancestors, who returned with that monarch at the Restoration. The grounds about the house were laid out in the old formal manner of artificial flower beds, clipped shrubberies, raised terraces, and heavy stone balustrades , ornamented with urns, a leaden stalue or two, and a jet of water. The old gentleman , I was told , was extremely careful to preserve this obsolete finery in all its original state. He admired this fashion in gardening ; it had an air of magnificence, was courtly and noble, and befitting good old family style. The boasted imitation of nature in modern gardening had sprung up with modern republican notions, but did not suit a monarchical government; it smacked of the levelling system.-I could not help smiling at this introduction of politics into gardening , though I expressed some apprehension that I should find the old gentleman rather intolerant in his creed.--Frank assured me , however, that it was almost the only instance in which he had ever heard his father meddle with politics ; and he believed that he had got this notion from a member of parliament who once passed a few weeks with him. The squire was glad of any argument to defend his clipped yew trees and formal terraces, which had been occasionally attacked by modern landscape gardeners.
As we approached the house, we heard the sound of music, and now and then a burst of laughter, from one end of the building. . This, Bracebridge said, must proceed from the servants' hall, where a great deal of revelry was permitted , and even encouraged, by the squire, throughout the twelve days of Christmas, provided every
thing was done conformably to ancient usage. Here were kept up the old games of hoodman blind, shoe the wild mare , hot cockles, steal the white loaf, bob apple, and snap dragon : the Yule clog and Christmas candle were regularly burnt, and the mistletoe , with its white berries, hung up, to the imminent peril of all the pretty housemaids (1),
So intent were the servants upon their sports, that we had to ring repeatedly before we could make ourselves heard. On our arrival being announced , the squire came out to receive us, accompanied by his two other sons ; one a young officer in the army , home on leave of absence; the other an Oxonian, just from the university. The squire was a fine healthy-looking old gentleman , with silver hair curling lightly round an open florid countenance : in which a physiognomist, with the advantage, like myself, of a previous hint or two , might discover a singular mixture of whim and benevolence.
The family meeting was warm and affectionate : as the evening was far advanced , the squire would not permit us to change our travelling dresses , but ushered us at once to the company, which was assembled in a large old-fashioned hall. It was composed of different branches of a numerous family connexion, where there were the usual proportion of old uncles and aunts , comfortable married dames , superannuated spinsters , blooming country cousins, halffledged striplings, and bright-eyed boarding-school hoydens. They were variously occupied ; some at a round game of cards; others conversing around the fire-place ; at one end of the hall was a group of the young folks, some nearly grown up, others of a more tender and budding age , fully engrossed by a merry game ; and a profusion of wooden horses , penny trumpets, and tattered dolls , about the floor, showed traces of a Iroop of little fairy beings, who , having frolicked through a happy
(1) The misletoe is still hung up in farm-houses and kitchens at Christmas ; and the yonng men have the privilege of kissing the girls under it, plucking each time a berry from the bush. berries are all placked, the privilege ceases.
day, had been carried off to slumber through a peaceful night.
While the mutual greetings were going on between young Bracebridge and his relatives , I had time to scan the apartment. I have called it a hall , for so it had certainly been in old times, and the squire had evidently endeavoured to restore it to something of its primitive state. Over the heavy projecting fire-place was suspended a picture of a warrior in armour , standing by a white hor
and on the opposite wall hung a helmet, buckler, and lance. At one end an enormous pair of antlers were inserted in the wall, the branches serving as hooks on which to suspend hats, whips, and spurs; and in the corners of the apartment were fowling-pieces , fishing-rods, and other sporting implements. The furniture was of the cumbrous workmanship of former days, though some articles of modern convenience had been added, and the oaken floor had been carpeted ; so that the whole presented an odd mixture of parlour and hall.
The grate had been removed from the wide overwhelming fire-place, to make way for a fire of wood , in the midst of which was an enormous log glowing and blazing, and sending forth a vast volume of light and heat: this I understood was the Yule clog , which the squire was particular in having brought in and illumined on a Christmas eve , according to ancient custom (1).
(1) The Yule clog is a great log of wood, sometimes the root of a tree , brought into the house with great ceremony, on Christmas eve, laid in the fire-place, and lighted with the brand of last year's clog. While it lasted, there was great drinking , singing, and telling of tales. Sometimes it was accompanied by Christmas candles ; but in the cottages the only light was from the ruddy blaze of the great wood fire. The Yule clog was to burn all night; if it went out, it was considered a sign of ill luck.
Come, bring with a noise ,
My merrie , merrie boyes ,
ye all be free,
And drink to your hearts desiring. The Yule clog is still burnt in many farm houses and kitchens in
It was really delightful to see the old squire sealed in his hereditary elbow chair, by the hospitable fire-side of his ancestors; and looking around him like the sun of a system , beaming warmth and gladness to every beart. Even the very dog that lay stretched at his feet, as he lažily shifted his position and yawned, would look fondly up iu his master's face , wag his tail against the floor, and stretch himself again to sleep , confident of kindness and protection. There is an emanation from the heart in genuine hospitality which cannot be described , but is immediately felt, and puts the stranger at once at his ease. I had not been seated many minutes by the comfortable hearth of the worthy old cavalier, before I found myself as much at home as if I had been one of the family.
Supper was announced shortly after our arrival. It was served up in a spacious oaken chamber, the pannels of which shone with wax, and around which were several family portraits decorated with holly and ivy. Besides the accustomed lights, two great wax tapers , called Christmas candles, wreathed with greens, were placed on a highly polished beaufet among the family plate. The table was abundantly spread with substantial fare ; but the squire made his supper of frumenty, a dish made of wheat cakes boiled in milk, with rich spices , being a standing dish in old times for Christmas eve. I was happy to find my old friend, minced pie , in the retinue of the feast : and finding him to be perfectly orthodox , and that I need not be ashamed of my predilection, I greeted him with all the warmth wherewith we usually greet an old and very genteel acquaintance.
The mirth of the company was greatly promoted by the humours of an eccentric personage whom Mr Bracebridge always addressed with the quaint appellation of Master Simon. He was a tight brisk little man, with the air of an
England particularly in the north, and there are several supersti. tions connected with it among the peasantry. If a squinting person come to the house while it is burning, or a person barefooted, it is considered an ill omen. The brand remaining from the Yule clog is carefully put away to light the next year's Christinas fire.