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                                THE SKETCH BOOK

                                   CHRISTMAS

                              by Washington Irving

CHRISTMAS



  But is old; old; good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of

his good; gray; old head and beard left? Well; I will have that;

seeing I cannot have more of him。

                                         HUE AND CRY AFTER CHRISTMAS。



               A man might then behold

                 At Christmas; in each hall

               Good fires to curb the cold;

                 And meat for great and small。

               The neighbors were friendly bidden;

                 And all had welcome true;

               The poor from the gates were not chidden

                 When this old cap was new。

                                            OLD SONG。



  NOTHING in England exercises a more delightful spell over my

imagination; than the lingerings of the holiday customs and rural

games of former times。 They recall the pictures my fancy used to

draw in the May morning of life; when as yet I only knew the world

through books; and believed it to be all that poets had painted it;

and they bring with them the flavor of those honest days of yore; in

which; perhaps; with equal fallacy; I am apt to think the world was

more homebred; social; and joyous than at present。 I regret to say

that they are daily growing more and more faint; being gradually

worn away by time; but still more obliterated by modern fashion。

They resemble those picturesque morsels of Gothic architecture;

which we see crumbling in various parts of the country; partly

dilapidated by the waste of ages; and partly lost in the additions and

alterations of later days。 Poetry; however; clings with cherishing

fondness about the rural game and holiday revel; from which it has

derived so many of its themes… as the ivy winds its rich foliage about

the Gothic arch and mouldering tower; gratefully repaying their

support; by clasping together their tottering remains; and; as it

were; embalming them in verdure。

  Of all the old festivals; however; that of Christmas awakens the

strongest and most heartfelt associations。 There is a tone of solemn

and sacred feeling that blends with our conviviality; and lifts the

spirit to a state of hallowed and elevated enjoyment。 The services

of the church about this season are extremely tender and inspiring。

They dwell on the beautiful story of the origin of our faith; and

the pastoral scenes that accompanied its announcement。 They

gradually increase in fervor and pathos during the season of Advent;

until they break forth in full jubilee on the morning that brought

peace and good…will to men。 I do not know a grander effect of music on

the moral feelings; than to hear the full choir and the pealing

organ performing a Christmas anthem in a cathedral; and filling

every part of the vast pile with triumphant harmony。

  It is a beautiful arrangement; also; derived from days of yore; that

this festival; which commemorates the announcement of the religion

of peace and love; has been made the season for gathering together

of family connections; and drawing closer again those bands of kindred

hearts; which the cares and pleasures and sorrows of the world are

continually operating to cast loose; of calling back the children of a

family; who have launched forth in life; and wandered widely

asunder; once more to assemble about the paternal hearth; that

rallying place of the affections; there to grow young and loving again

among the endearing mementos of childhood。

  There is something in the very season of the year that gives a charm

to the festivity of Christmas。 At other times we derive a great

portion of our pleasures from the mere beauties of nature。 Our

feelings sally forth and dissipate themselves over the sunny

landscape; and we 〃live abroad and everywhere。〃 The song of the

bird; the murmur of the stream; the breathing fragrance of spring; the

soft voluptuousness of summer; the golden pomp of autumn; earth with

its mantle of refreshing green; and heaven with its deep delicious

blue and its cloudy magnificence; all fill us with mute but

exquisite delight; and we revel in the luxury of mere sensation。 But

in the depth of winter; when nature lies despoiled of every charm; and

wrapped in her shroud of sheeted snow; we turn for our

gratifications to moral sources。 The dreariness and desolation of

the landscape; the short gloomy days and darksome nights; while they

circumscribe our wanderings; shut in our feelings also from rambling

abroad; and make us more keenly disposed for the pleasure of the

social circle。 Our thoughts are more concentrated; our friendly

sympathies more aroused。 We feel more sensibly the charm of each

other's society; and are brought more closely together by dependence

on each other for enjoyment。 Heart calleth unto heart; and we draw our

pleasures from the deep wells of loving…kindness; which lie in the

quiet recesses of our bosoms; and which; when resorted to; furnish

forth the pure element of domestic felicity。

  The pitchy gloom without makes the heart dilate on entering the room

filled with the glow and warmth of the evening fire。 The ruddy blaze

diffuses an artificial summer and sunshine through the room; and

lights up each countenance in a kindlier welcome。 Where does the

honest face of hospitality expand into a broader and more cordial

smile… where is the shy glance of love more sweetly eloquent… than

by the winter fireside? and as the hollow blast of wintry wind

rushes through the hall; claps the distant door; whistles about the

casement; and rumbles down the chimney; what can be more grateful than

that feeling of sober and sheltered security; with which we look round

upon the comfortable chamber and the scene of domestic hilarity?

  The English; from the great prevalence of rural habit throughout

every class of society; have always been fond of those festivals and

holidays which agreeably interrupt the stillness of country life;

and they were; in former days; particularly observant of the religious

and social rites of Christmas。 It is inspiring to read even the dry

details which some antiquaries have given of the quaint humors; the

burlesque pageants; the complete abandonment to mirth and

good…fellowship; with which this festival was celebrated。 It seemed to

throw open every door; and unlock every heart。 It brought the

peasant and the peer together; and blended all ranks in one warm

generous flow of joy and kindness。 The old halls of castles and

manor…houses resounded with the harp and the Christmas carol; and

their ample boards groaned under the weight of hospitality。 Even the

poorest cottage welcomed the festive season with green decorations

of bay and holly… the cheerful fire glanced its rays through the

lattice; inviting the passengers to raise the latch; and join the

gossip knot huddled round the hearth; beguiling the long evening

with legendary jokes and oft…told Christmas tales。

  One of the least pleasing effects of modern refinement is the

havoc it has made among the hearty old holiday customs。 It has

completely taken off the sharp touchings and spirited reliefs of these

embellishments of life; and has worn down society into a more smooth

and polished; but certainly a less characteristic surface。 Many of the

games and ceremonials of Christmas have entirely disappeared; and;

like the sherris sack of old Falstaff; are become matters of

speculation and dispute among commentators。 They flourished in times

full of spirit and lustihood; when men enjoyed life roughly; but

heartily and vigorously; times wild and picturesque; which have

furnished poetry with its richest materials; and the drama with its

most attractive variety of characters and manners。 The world has

become more worldly。 There is more of dissipation; and less of

enjoyment。 Pleasure has expanded into a broader; but a shallower

stream; and has forsaken many of those deep and quiet channels where

it flowed sweetly through the calm bosom of domestic life。 Society ha

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