The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3): Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the AlmanacHone, William
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The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3): Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac
Hone, William
Days; Great Britain -- Social life and customs
Mr. Editor,--In reading your account of the “Boar’s Head Carol,” in your
_Every-Day Book_, vol. i. p. 1619, I find the _old_ carol, but not the
words of the carol as sung _at present_ in Queen’s College, Oxford, on
Christmas-day. As I think it possible you may never have seen them, I
now send you a copy as they were sung, or, more properly, chanted, in
the hall of Queen’s, on Christmas-day, 1810, at which time I was a
member of the college, and assisted at the chant.
A boar’s head in hand bear I,
Bedeck’d with bays and rosemary;
And I pray you, my masters, be merry,
Quot estis in convivio.--
Caput apri defero,
Reddens laudes Domino.
The boar’s head, as I understand,
Is the rarest dish in all this land;
And when bedeck’d with a gay garland
Let us servire cantico.--
Caput apri, &c.
Our steward hath provided this,
In honour of the King of bliss:
Which on this day to be served is
In reginensi atrio.--
Caput apri, &c.
I am, &c.
A QUONDAM QUEENSMAN.
* * * * *
BEATING THE LAPSTONE.
_For the Table Book._
There is a custom of “beating the lapstone,” the day after Christmas, at
Nettleton, near Burton. The shoemakers beat the lapstone at the houses
of all water-drinkers, in consequence of a neighbour, Thomas Stickler,
who had not tasted malt liquor for twenty years, having been made tipsy
by drinking only a _half pint of ale_ at his shoemaker’s, at Christmas.
When he got home, he tottered into his house, and his good dame said,
“John, where have you been?--why, you are in liquor?”--“No, I am not,”
hiccuped John, “I’ve only _fell over the lapstone_, and that has _beaten
my leg_, so as I can’t walk quite right.” Hence the annual practical
joke--“beating the lapstone.”
P.
~Manners.~
GAMBLING-HOUSES A CENTURY AGO.
From “The London Mercury” of January 13, 1721-2.
There are, it seems, in the parish of Covent-garden, twenty-two such
houses, some of which clear sometimes 100_l._, and seldom less than
40_l._ a night. They have their proper officers, both civil and
military, with salaries proportionable to their respective degrees, and
the importance they are of in the service, viz.
_A commissioner_, or commis, who is always a proprietor of the
gaming-house: he looks in once a night, and the week’s account is
audited by him and two others of the proprietors.
_A director_, who superintends the room.
_The operator_, the dealer at faro.
_Croupees_ two, who watch the card, and gather the money for the bank.
_A puff_, one who has money given him to play, in order to decoy others.
_A clerk_, who is a check upon the puff, to see that he sinks none of
that money.--A _squib_ is a puff of a lower rank, and has half the
salary of a puff.
_A flasher_, one who sits by to swear how often he has seen the bank
stript.
_A dunner_, waiters.
_An attorney_, or solicitor.
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