Merrie England in the Olden Time. George Daniel
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Название: Merrie England in the Olden Time

Автор: George Daniel

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      The president, arrayed in his crimson satin gown, with his cap furred and surmounted by a pair of antlers, and seated in a chair of state beneath a canopy, commanded (by the crier of the court) every member to be covered; and in the twinkling of an eye their horns were exalted. On a velvet cushion before him lay the comuted sceptre and sword. The brethren drank out of horn-cups, and made oath upon a book of statutes bound in horn. Their revenues were derived from a toll upon all the gravel carried up Highgate Hill and Hornsey;—Cow-lane; and beyond sea, Crook-horn; Leg-horn; and Ox-mantown paying them yearly tribute! On Monday, the 2nd May, 1664, a deputation of the fraternity met at Busby's Folly, * near Sadler's Wells, ** Islington, from whence they marched in grand order, headed by their Captain of Pioneers, with between thirty and forty of his men, with pick-axes and spades to level the hill, and baskets to carry the gravel;

      * A print of Busbys Folly occurs in a rare volume, called

       “Views of divers noted places near London, 1731,” of which

       Gough, the antiquary never saw hut one copy. Its site is

       particularly pointed out in Ogilby's map of London to

       Holyhead.

       * “Sadler's Wells being lately opened, there is likely to be

       a great resort of strolling damsels, half-pay officers,

       peripatetic tradesmen, tars, butchers, and others, musically

       inclined.”—Weekly Journal, 16th March 1718.

       It is curious to read at the bottom of the old bills and

       advertisements of Sadler's Wells the following alarming announcements:—“A horse patrol will be sent in the New Road that night for the protection of the nobility and gentry who go from the squares and that end of the town. The road also towards the city will be properly guarded.” “June 1783. Patroles of horse and foot are stationed from Sadler's Wells' gate along the New Road to Tottenham Court turnpike; likewise from the City Road to Moorfields; also to St. John Street, and across the Spafields to Rosoman Row, from the hours of eight to eleven.”

      After which followed the standard, an enormous pair of horns mounted on a lofty pole, borne by three officers, and attended by the master of the ceremonies, the mace-bearer, the herald at-arms, the sword-bearer and the crier, their footsteps keeping time to a flourish of trumpets and horns. *

      * “On Tuesday next, being Shrove Tuesday, there will be a

       fine hog bar-byqu'd whole, at the house of Peter Brett, at the Rising Sun, in Islington Road, with other diversions.— Note. It is the house where the ox was roasted whole at Christmas last.” Mist's Journal, Feb. 9, 1726. A hog barbecu'd is a West Indian term, and means a hog roasted whole, stuffed with spice, and basted with Madeira wine. Oldfield, an eminent glutton of former days, gormandised away a fortune of fifteen hundred pounds a-year. Pope thus alludes to him— “Oldfield, with more than harpy throat endu'd, Cries, 'Send me, gods, a whole hog barbecu'd!'” “On Thursday next, being 13th March 1718, the Bowling- Greens will be opened at the Prospect House, Islington, where there will be accommodation for all gentlemen bowlers.” Bowling-greens were among the many amusements of Merrie England. The author of “Night Thoughts” established a bowling-green in the village confided to his pastoral care, for innocent and healthful recreation. “True piety is cheerful as the day.” “May 1757. To be bowl'd for on Monday next, at the Red Cow, in St. George's Fields, a pair of Silver Buckles, value fourteen shillings, at five pins, each pin a yard apart. He that brings most pins at three bowls has the buckles, if the money is in; if not, the money each man has put in. Three bowls for sixpence, and a pint of beer out of it, for the good of the house,”

      Arriving near the Gate-house—(gentlemen, we are within a few yards of the very spot!)—the viceroy of the gravel-pits went forth to meet them, presenting the horn of plenty as a token of hearty welcome; and passing through the gate, they made a circuit round the old pond, and returning to their starting-post, one of the brethren delivered a poetical oration, humorously descriptive of Bull-Feathers-Hall, and expatiating on the antiquity and dignity of horns. The speech being ended, they paraded to the dinner-table, which groaned under every luxury of the season. There they regaled themselves, amidst the sounding of trumpets and the winding of horns. Between dinner and dessert, those of the officers who had singing faces volunteered a festive chant, in which the whole company joined chorus.

      The shortest, the tallest, the foulest, the fairest,

      The fattest, the leanest, the commonest, rarest,

      When they and their cronies are merry together,

      Will all do their best to advance the Bull's Feather!

      A king and a cobbler, a lord and a loon,

      A prince and a pedlar, a courtier, a clown;

      Put all their degrees and conditions together,

      Are liable always to wear the Bull's Feather.

      Any candidate desirous of being admitted a member of the fraternity was proposed by the sword-bearer; and the master of the ceremonies placing him in the adopting chair, the comptroller made three ejaculations, upon which the brethren doffed their hats. Then the master of the ceremonies exchanged his own comuted castor for a cap, and administered to his newly elected brother, on a book horned on all sides, an oath in rhyme, recapitulating a long string of duties belonging to their peculiar art and mystery, and enjoining their strict performance.

      Lastly, observe thou shalt esteem none other

      Equal to this our club;—so welcome brother!” *

      * Bull-Feathers-Hall; or, The Antiquity and Dignity of Horns

       amply shown. Also a Description of the Manners,

       Rites, Customs, and Revenues belonging to that ingenious and

       numerous society of Bull-Feathers-Hall. London: printed for

       the Society of Bull-Feathers-Hall. 1664.

       A copy of this rare tract produced at Bindley's sale five

       pounds ten shillings, and at Strette's five pounds.

      “Thus ends my story, gentlemen; and if you have found it tedious, visit the offence on the Lauréat of Little Britain, by enjoining him the penance of a bumper of salt and water.”

      But mine host of the Horns, very prim about the wig, his coat marked with his apron strings, which left a seam all round, as if he had been cut in two, and afterwards stitched together again, having been slyly telegraphed, that obedient functionary, who was as neat as his wines, entered, bearing before him what Mr. Bosky facetiously called “a good afternoon,” to wit, a brimming bowl, in which whiskey had been judiciously substituted for salt. Uncle Timothy rose; so did the voice of Mr. Bosky! and to such an altitude as to drown his expostulations in contumacious carolling, which, truth obliges us to add, received laughing impunity from the company.

      Come merrily push round the toddy,

      The cold winter nights are set in;

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