Stevenson, in his "Twelve Months," says, "In August the furmety pot welcomes home the harvest cart, and the garland of flowers crowns the captain of the reapers. The battle of the field is now stoutly fought. The pipe and the tabor are now busily set a-work, and the lad and the lass will have no lead in their heels. Oh, 'tis a merry time, wherein honest neighbours make good cheer, and God is glorified in his blessings on the earth." Tusser's verse reminds us of another feature of these old celebrations of which little trace remains at the present day, that is, the temporary suspension of all social inequality between employer and employed. There would be less reason to regret this change, however, if, in place of the temporary obliviousness of class distinctions, we could see more genial intercourse all through the year. The clergy seem to have been less in evidence at the harvest rejoicings of those days than at present. There was a tithe question even two centuries ago, for Dryden, in his _King Arthur_, makes his festive rustics sing:-- "We've cheated the parson, we'll cheat him again, For why should the blockhead have one in ten? One in ten! one in ten! For staying while dinner is cold and hot, And pudding and dumpling are burnt to the pot! Burnt to pot! burnt to pot! We'll drink off our liquor while we can stand. And hey for the honour of England! Old England! Old England!" There is some comfort for the loss of the singing and dancing customs of the old times in that the fact the heavy drinking of the period has also become a thing of the past, and perhaps also in the reflections arising from the misuse of music of which some curious illustrations have been preserved by Mr. Surtees. The historian mentions, in his "History of Durham," having read a report of the trial of one Spearman, for having made a forcible entry into a field at Birtley, and mowed and carried away the crop, a piper playing on the top of the loaded waggon for the purpose of making the predatory harvesters work the faster, so as to get away before their roguish industry could be interrupted. It may be noted in passing that a similar use of music is shown in the following entry in the parish accounts of Gateshead, under the date of 1633:--"To workmen for making the streets even at the King's coming, 18s. 4d.: and paid to the piper for playing to the menders of the highway, five several days, 3s. 4d." Many local variations exist in the customs associated with the harvest home festivities observed in different parts of the country, especially in the north, where all old customs and observances, like the provincial dialects, have lingered longest, and still linger when they have died out and been forgotten in the south. In Cleveland, it is, or used to be, the custom, on forking the last sheaf on the wagon, for the harvesters to shout in chorus:--