EVERGREEN DECKING.—THE CHRISTMAS BOX. The jetty beauties of the chimney back, By hap or favour meet a sweeter doom, EVERGREEN-DECKING AT CHRISTMAS. FROM every hedge is plucked by eager hands The verdant garb confess. THE CHRISTMAS BOX. GLADLY the boy, with Christmas Box in hand, With joy, as boundless as the debtor feels, When, from the bailiff's rude, uncivil gripe, His friends redeem him, and, with pity fraught, The claims of all his creditors discharge. THE CHRISTMAS FEAST. Now social friends their social friends invite Having disposed of the few poems belonging to this section, that we have succeeded in meeting with, written by acknowledged authors, we now proceed to introduce several of an anonymous character. Our first selection is from "Poor Robin's Almanack;" and, although these verses are of but a humble order of merit, they are still interesting, as exhibiting the particular features of the Christmas season during a considerable portion of the eighteenth century. THE GOOD OLD TIMES. (From "Poor Robin's Almanack," 1709.) OW happy were those days so old, And key of buttery door was lost; For serving up of others' meat; When the old hall with gambols rung, And merry carols they were sung; While many tales and jests were saying, Some were at Whisk and Cross Ruff playing, A HINT TO THE FANATICS. Knaves out of Town who may not hurt ye, Then Post and Pair, and next New Cut.* With other tricks that used were. But those things now are laid aside, A HINT TO THE FANATICS. (From "Poor Robin's Almanack,” 1711.) Now Christmas day approaches near, Yet Christmas is a High day, Though they will fast upon the same, Good works are popishly inclined, Yet they for pride can money find, And keep a coach also. All the above were games with cards, and several among them will be recognised as popular at the present day. Thus, that which should relieve the poor, And feast them at this tide, Is spent upon a coach and four, Yet some there are, although but few, And show their faith by works. I wish, for one, that these were twain, That honest Christians, once again, SUMMER TOIL AND WINTER CHEER. (From "Poor Robin's Almanack," 1724.) Now after all our slaving, toiling, In harvest or hot weather broiling, LABOUR'S REWARD. Pig, capon, turkey, goose, and coney, LABOUR'S REWARD. (From "Poor Robin's Almanack," 1728.) THE short cold days, and long cold nights, The people to the fire invites. Now happy they who furnished are, And did, in summer-time prepare For victuals, drink, and good hot fires, If geese and sheep with care were bred, If, at the proper time of year, You from the sheep the wool did shear And if you afterwards begun To have it carded, have it spun, And wove, and put upon your back— You'll be warm dressed when others lack. If you October beer did brew, You have the credit of it now, And pleasure of the drinking too. |