old christmas-第12章
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boldly say； Widow； thou must be mine。〃
This song inspired the fat…headed old gentleman； who made several attempts to tell a rather broad story out of Joe Miller； that was pat to the purpose； but he always stuck in the middle； everybody recollecting the latter part excepting himself。 The parson； too； began to show the effects of good cheer； having gradually settled down into a doze； and his wig sitting most suspiciously on one side。 Just at this juncture we were summoned to the drawing…room； and； I suspect； at the private instigation of mine host； whose joviality seemed always tempered with a proper love of decorum。
After the dinner…table was removed； the hall was given up to the younger members of the family； who； prompted to all kind of noisy mirth by the Oxonian and Master Simon； made its old walls ring with their merriment； as they played at romping games。 I delight in witnessing the gambols of children； and particularly at this happy holiday…season； and could not help stealing out of the drawing…room on hearing one of their peals of laughter。 I found them at the game of blind…man's buff。 Master Simon； who was the leader of their revels； and seemed on all occasions to fulfil the office of that ancient potentate； the Lord of Misrule；* was blinded in the midst of the hall。 The little beings were as busy about him as the mock fairies about Falstaff； pinching him； plucking at the skirts of his coat； and tickling him with straws。 One fine blue…eyed girl of about thirteen； with her flaxen hair all in beautiful confusion； her frolic face in a glow； her frock half torn off her shoulders； a complete picture of a romp； was the chief tormentor； and from the slyness with which Master Simon avoided the smaller game； and hemmed this wild little nymph in corners； and obliged her to jump shrieking over chairs； I suspected the rogue of being not a whit more blinded than was convenient。
* See Note I。
When I returned to the drawing…room； I found the company seated around the fire； listening to the parson； who was deeply ensconced in a high…backed oaken chair； the work of some cunning artificer of yore； which had been brought from the library for his particular accommodation。 From this venerable piece of furniture； with which his shadowy figure and dark weazen face so admirably accorded； he was dealing forth strange accounts of popular superstitions and legends of the surrounding country； with which he had become acquainted in the course of his antiquarian researches。 I am half inclined to think that the old gentleman was himself somewhat tinctured with superstition； as men are very apt to be who live a recluse and studious life in a sequestered part of the country； and pore over black…letter tracts； so often filled with the marvellous and supernatural。 He gave us several anecdotes of the fancies of the neighbouring peasantry； concerning the effigy of the crusader which lay on the tomb by the church altar。 As it was the only monument of the kind in that part of the country； it had always been regarded with feelings of superstition by the goodwives of the village。 It was said to get up from the tomb and walk the rounds of the churchyard in stormy nights； particularly when it thundered； and one old woman； whose cottage bordered on the churchyard； had seen it； through the windows of the church； when the moon shone； slowly pacing up and down the aisles。 It was the belief that some wrong had been left unredressed by the deceased； or some treasure hidden； which kept the spirit in a state of trouble and restlessness。 Some talked of gold and jewels buried in the tomb； over which the spectre kept watch； and there was a story current of a sexton in old times who endeavoured to break his way to the coffin at night； but just as he reached it； received a violent blow from the marble hand of the effigy； which stretched him senseless on the pavement。 These tales were often laughed at by some of the sturdier among the rustics； yet when night came on； there were many of the stoutest unbelievers that were shy of venturing alone in the footpath that led across the churchyard。 From these and other anecdotes that followed； the crusader appeared to be the favourite hero of ghost stories throughout the vicinity。 His picture； which hung up in the hall； was thought by the servants to have something supernatural about it； for they remarked that； in whatever part of the hall you went； the eyes of the warrior were still fixed on you。 The old porter's wife； too； at the lodge； who had been born and brought up in the family； and was a great gossip among the maid servants； affirmed that in her young days she had often heard say that on Midsummer eve； when it is well known all kinds of ghosts； goblins； and fairies become visible and walk abroad； the crusader used to mount his horse； come down from his picture； ride about the house； down the avenue； and so to the church to visit the tomb； on which occasion the church door most civilly swung open of itself： not that he needed it； for he rode through closed gates and even stone walls； and had been seen by one of the dairymaids to pass between two bars of the great park gate； making himself as thin as a sheet of paper。
All these superstitions； I found； had been very much countenanced by the Squire； who； though not superstitious himself； was very fond of seeing others so。 He listened to every goblin tale of the neighbouring gossips with infinite gravity； and held the porter's wife in high favour on account of her talent for the marvellous。 He was himself a great reader of old legends and romances； and often lamented that he could not believe in them； for a superstitious person； he thought； must live in a kind of fairyland。
Whilst we were all attention to the parson's stories； our ears were suddenly assailed by a burst of heterogeneous sounds from the hall； in which was mingled something like the clang of rude minstrelsy； with the uproar of many small voices and girlish laughter。 The door suddenly flew open； and a train came trooping into the room； that might almost have been mistaken for the breaking up of the court of Fairy。 That indefatigable spirit； Master Simon； in the faithful discharge of his duties as Lord of Misrule； had conceived the idea of a Christmas mummery； or masking； and having called in to his assistance the Oxonian and the young officer； who were equally ripe for anything that should occasion romping and merriment； they had carried it into instant effect。 The old housekeeper had been consulted； the antique clothes…presses and wardrobes rummaged and made to yield up the relics of finery that had not seen the light for several generations； the younger part of the company had been privately convened from the parlour and hall； and the whole had been bedizened out； into a burlesque imitation of an antique masque。*
* See Note J。
Master Simon led the van； as 〃Ancient Christmas；〃 quaintly apparelled in a ruff； a short cloak； which had very much the aspect of one of the old housekeeper's petticoats； and a hat that might have served for a village steeple； and must indubitably have figured in the days of the Covenanters。 From under this his nose curved boldly forth； flushed with a frost…bitten bloom； that seemed the very trophy of a December blast。 He was accompanied by the blue…eyed romp； dished up as 〃Dame Mince…Pie；〃 in the venerable magnificence of faded brocade； long stomacher； peaked hat； and high…heeled shoes。 The young officer appeared as Robin Hood； in a sporting dress of Kendal green and a foraging cap with a gold tassel。 The costume； to be sure； did not bear testimony to deep research； and there was an evident eye to the picturesque； natural to a young gallant in the presence of his mistress。 The fair Julia hung on his arm in a pretty rustic dress； as 〃Maid Marian。〃 The rest of the train had been metamorphosed in various ways； the girls trussed up in the finery of the ancient belles of the Bracebridge line； and the striplings bewhiskered with burnt cork； and gravely clad in broad skirts； hanging sleeves； and full…bottomed wigs； to represent the characters of Roast Beef； Plum Pudding； and other worthies celebrated in ancient maskings。 The whole was under the c
