The book of Christmas : $b descriptive of the customs, ceremonies, traditions, superstitions, fun, feeling, and festivities of the Christmas seasonHervey, Thomas K.
Religion
The book of Christmas : $b descriptive of the customs, ceremonies, traditions, superstitions, fun, feeling, and festivities of the Christmas season
Hervey, Thomas K.
Christmas
_Doctor._ Fifteen pound, it is my fee,
The money to lay down;
But, as 'tis such a rogue as thee,
I cure for ten pound.
I carry a little bottle of alicumpane,
Here Jack, take a little of my flip flop,
Pour it down thy tip top,
Rise up and fight again.
[_The Doctor performs his cure, the fight is renewed, and the Dragon
again killed._
_Saint George._
Here am I, Saint George,
That worthy champion bold!
And with my sword and spear
I won three crowns of gold!
I fought the fiery dragon,
And brought him to the slaughter;
By that I won fair Sabra,
The King of Egypt's daughter.
Where is the man, that now me will defy?
I'll cut his giblets full of holes, and make his buttons fly.
_The Turkish Knight advances._
Here come I, the Turkish knight,
Come from the Turkish land to fight!
I'll fight Saint George, who is my foe,
I'll make him yield, before I go;
He brags to such a high degree,
He thinks there's none can do the like of he.
_Saint George._
Where is the Turk, that will before me stand?
I'll cut him down with my courageous hand.
[_They fight, the Knight is overcome, and falls on one knee._
_Turkish Knight._
Oh! pardon me, Saint George! pardon of thee I crave,
Oh! pardon me, this night, and I will be thy slave.
_Saint George._
No pardon shalt thou have, while I have foot to stand.
So rise thee up again, and fight out sword in hand.
[_They fight again, and the Knight is killed; Father Christmas calls for
the Doctor, with whom the same dialogue occurs as before, and the cure
is performed._
_Enter the Giant Turpin._
Here come I, the Giant! bold Turpin is my name,
And all the nations round do tremble at my fame.
Where'er I go, they tremble at my sight,
No lord or champion long with me would fight.
_Saint George._
Here's one that dares to look thee in the face,
And soon will send thee to another place.
[_They fight, and the Giant is killed; medical aid is called in, as
before, and the cure performed by the Doctor, who then, according to the
stage direction, is given a basin of girdy grout, and a kick, and driven
out._
_Father Christmas._
Now, ladies and gentlemen, your sport is most ended.
So prepare for the hat, which is highly commended.
The hat it would speak, if it had but a tongue.
Come throw in your money, and think it no wrong.
And these, with the dance filling up the intervals and enlivening the
winter nights, are amongst the sports and amusements which extend
themselves over the Christmas season and connect together its more
special and characteristic observances.
[Illustration: GALANTEE SHOW.]
[Illustration: MARKET--CHRISTMAS EVE.--_Page 267._]
CHRISTMAS EVE.
24TH DECEMBER.
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