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The Catholic World, Vol. 02, October, 1865 to March, 1866

Volume 2 — From Once a Week. A BUNDLE OF CHRISTMAS CAROLS.

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Carols, as the name implies, are joyous songs for festive occasions, at one period accompanied with dancing. In an old vocabulary of A.D. 1440, Caral is defined as A Songe; in John Palsgrave's work of A.D. 1530, as Chanson de Noël; whilst in Anglo-Saxon times the word appears to have been rendered Kyrriole, a chanting at the Nativity. The earliest carol in English, known under that name, is the production of Dame Berners, prioress of St Alban's in the fourteenth century, entitled A Carolle of Huntynge. This is printed on the last leaf of Wynkyn de Worde's collection of Christmas carols, A.D. 1521, and the first verse modernized runs thus:

"As I came by a green forest side, I met with a forester that bade me abide, Whey go bet, hey go bet, hey go how. We shall have sport and game enow."

Milton uses the word carol to express a devotional hymn:

"A quire Of squadron'd angels hear his carol sang."

And that distinguished light of the English Church, Bishop Jeremy Taylor, speaks of the angels' song on the morning of the Nativity as the first Christmas carol: "As soon as these blessed choristers had sung their Christmas carol, and taught the Church a hymn to put into her offices for ever," etc.

According to Durandus, it was customary in early days for bishops to sing with their clergy in the episcopal houses on the feast of the Nativity. "In Natali praelati cum suis clericis ludant, vel in domibus episcopalibus." These merry ecclesiastics sung undoubtedly Christmas carols.

But carols, like everything else, must be divided into two sorts, religious and secular—the carols "in prayse of Christe" and the merry songs for the festive board or fireside. These may be broken up into further varieties, thus:

RELIGIOUS Scriptural, Legendary, Lullaby. SECULAR Convivial or festive. Wassail, Boar's head, In praise of holly and ivy.

Of the variety called Legendary, I propose now to speak. These are, as a rule, the most popular of all carols, deriving mainly, as I said before, their origin, and many of their expressions, from the ancient mysteries. In the old plays songs are frequently introduced which resemble, in a very striking manner, what are commonly called carols. The following song of the shepherds occurs in one of the Coventry pageants:

The last lines actually form the chorus of one of the carols in the fifteenth-century manuscript formerly in the possession of Mr. Wright:

"About the field they piped full right, Even about the midst of the night; Adown from heaven they saw come a light, Tyrle, tyrle, So merrily the shepherds began to blow."

Again, in Ludus Coventriae:

"Joy to God that sitteth in heaven, And peace to man on earth ground; A child is born beneath the levyn, Through him many folk should be unbound."

A sixteenth-century carol commences:

"Salvation overflows the land. Wherefore all faithful thus may sing, Glory to God most high And peace on the earth continually, And onto men rejoicing."

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In the Coventry Plays again we find:

"Of a maid a child should be born, On a tree he should be torn, Deliver folks that are forlorn."

A genuine carol of the sixteenth century supplies us with the following:

"Jesu, of a maid thou wouldst be born. To save mankind that was forlorn, And all for our sins."

And one of the reign of Henry VI.:

"Thy sweet Son that thou hast borne, To save mankind that was forlorn. His head is wreathed in a thorn. His blissful body is all to-torn."

The "Cherry-Tree Carol," formerly a great favorite throughout England, recollections of which yet linger amongst the country-folk, is in many instances a literal copy from the Coventry Mysteries. I give the popular version of the "Cherry-Tree Carol:"

"Joseph was an old man. And an old man was he. When he wedded Mary In the laud of Galilee. "Joseph and Mary Walked through an orchard good. Where were cherries and berries As red as any blood. * * * * * "O then bespake Mary With words both meek and mild, 'Gather me some cherries, Joseph, They ran so in my mind.'"

St. Joseph refuses "with words most unkind" to grant her request, apparently unaware that his spouse is about to become the mother of the Son of God. The unborn Saviour, however, directs the Blessed Virgin to

"'Go to the tree, Mary, And it shall bow to thee, And the highest branch of all Shall bow down to Mary's knee.' * * * * * "Then bowed down the highest tree Unto his mother's hand: Then she cried. 'See, Joseph. I have cherries at command.' "O eat your cherries, Mary, O eat your cherries now, O eat your cherries, Mary, That grow upon the bough.'"

Another version gives the following reply of S. Joseph:

"O then bespake Joseph. 'I have done Mary wrong. But cheer up, my dearest. And be not cast down.'"

I give a portion of the rest of the carol, some of the verses being remarkably touching and beautiful:

"As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing, 'This night shall be born Our Heavenly King. "He neither shall be born In honsen nor in hall, Nor in the place of paradise. But in an ox's stall. "He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As were babies all. "He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle. That rocks on the mould. "He neither shall be christened In white wine nor in red. But with the spring water With which we were christened.'"

In the fifteenth pageant of the Coventry Mysteries the following lines occur:

"Mary, Ah, my sweet husband, would you tell to me What tree is yon, standing on yon hill? "Joseph, Forsooth. Mary, it is yclept a cherry tree. In time of year you might feed you thereon your fill. "Mar. Turn again, husband, and behold yon tree. How that it bloometh now so sweetly. "Jos. Come on, Mary, that we were a yon city. Or else we may be blamed, I tell you lightly. "Mar. Now, my spouse, I pray you to behold How the cherries (are) grown upon yon tree; For to have thereof right fain I would. And it please you to labor so much for me. "Jos. Your desire to fulfil I shall assay sekerly, How to pluck you of these cherries, it is a work wild. For the tree is so high, It would not be lightly (easy). * * * * * "Mar. Now, good Lord, I pray thee, grant me this boon, To have of these cherries, and it be your will; Now I thank God this tree boweiht to me down, I may now gather enow, and eat my fill. {351} "Jos. Now I know well, I have offended my God in trinity. Speaking to my spouse these unkind words. For now I believe well it may none other be, But that my spouse beareth the King's Son of Bliss."

It is interesting to note the way in which the more modern composition retains all the incidents and traditions of the mediaeval mystery. Our popular carol speaks of St. Joseph as an old man, and an old man was he, while the mystery represents him as saying (p. x.), I am an old man, and I am so aged and so old.The tree is the same, there is the same desire of the Virgin Mother to taste the fruit, the same refusal and bitter retort of her husband, the bowing-down of the tree, and the regret of St. Joseph for his unkindness. Mr. Hone was not ashamed to say of the "Cherry-Tree Carol:" "The admiration of my earliest days for some lines in it still remains, nor can I help thinking that the reader will see somewhat of cause for it."

The following example is still given on almost every broadside annually printed: it is called "The Three Ships." I ought perhaps first to state that the Three Ships are supposed to signify the mystery of the Holy Trinity, the Incarnation being, as the Speculum Vitae Christi hath it, "the high work of all the Holy Trinity, though it be that only the Person of the Son was incarnate and became man:"

"I saw three ships come sailing in, On Christmas day, on Christmas day: I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning. "And what was in those ships all three, On Christmas day? etc., And what was in, etc., On Christmas day in the morning? "Our Saviour Christ and our Lady, etc.. On Christmas day in the morning. Pray whither sailed those ships all three? etc., On Christmas day in the morning. "O, they sailed into Bethlehem, etc.. On Christmas day in the morning; And all the bells on earth shall ring, etc., On Christmas day in the morning. "And all the angels in heaven shall sing, etc, On Christmas day In the morning. And all the souls on earth shall sing, etc., On Christmas day in the morning. "Then let us all rejoice amain, etc.. On Christmas day in the morning."

Another rude and rather amusing version is sometimes given of this carol, called "The Sunny Bank:"

"As I sat on a sunny bank, A sunny bank, a sunny bank. As I sat on a sunny bank, On Christmas day in the morning, "I spied three ships come sailing by, etc.. On Christmas day, etc.; "And who should be with those three ships? On Christmas day, etc., "But Joseph and his fair lady, etc., On Christmas day, etc. "Oh, he did whistle, and she did sing, And all the bells on earth did ring. For joy that our Saviour they did bring On Christmas day in the morning."

An old Dutch carol, given by Hoffman, commences:

"There comes a vessel laden. And on its highest gunwale Mary holds the rudder, The angel steers it on."

And thus explains the mission of the ship:

"In one unbroken course There comes that ship to land: It brings to us rich gifts, Forgiveness is sent to us."

This translation is taken from Mr. Sandys' book on "Christmas-tide." About the sixteenth century a similar carol was sung at Yule, which is given by Ritson:

"There comes a ship far sailing then, Saint Michael was the steersman; Saint John sat in the horn: Our Lord harped, our Lady sang, And all the bells of heaven they rang On Christ's Sunday at morn."

Another specimen I take from a Birmingham collection; it is called "The Seven Virgins." This is given also by Mr. Sylvester from "the original old broadside." It is singular, however, that his old copy should include a line which he confesses to be a "modern interpolation!"

"All under the leaves, and the leaves of life, I met with virgins seven. And one of them was Mary mild. Our Lord's mother in heaven. O, what are you seeking, you seven pretty maids. All under the leaves of life?" {352} 'We're seeking for no leaves, Thomas, But for a friend of thine. We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ, To be our heavenly guide.' 'Go down, go down to yonder town, And sit in the gallery, And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ Nailed to a yew tree.' And they went down to yonder town As fast as foot could fall, And many a bitter and grievous tear From our Lady's eyes did fall. 'O, peace, mother, O, peace, mother, Your weeping doth me grieve, I must suffer this, he said. For Adam and for Eve. * * * * * 'O mother, take you John Evangelist To be your favorite son, And he will comfort you sometimes. Mother, as I have done.' * * * * * "Then he laid his head on his right shoulder. Seeing death it struck him nigh, 'The Holy Ghost be with your soul, I die, mother. I die.'"

Many of my readers will recollect the famous carol of "The Seven Joys," still croaked out in the streets of London and elsewhere about Christmas time. Very similar carols to this exist of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries, one of which I select from Mr. Wright's manuscript. I have, as in all other cases, modernized the orthography:

OF THE FIVE JOYS OF OUR LADY. * * * * *

"The first Joy that came to thee Was when the angel greeted thee. And said, 'Mary, full of charity, Ave, plena gratia.' The second joy that was full good When God's Son took flesh and blood. Without sorrow and changing of mood, 'Enixa es puerpera.' The third joy was full of might, When God's Son on rood was put. Dead and buried, and laid in sight, 'Surrexit die tertia.' The fourth joy was on Holy Thursday, When God to heaven took his way, God and man withouten nay. 'Ascendit supra sidera.' The fifth joy is for to come. At the dreadful day of doom, When he shall deem us all and some 'Ad coeli palatia.'" * * * * *

The following carol for St. Stephen's day is from a manuscript of the time of King Henry VI. The reader will be amused to find the great proto-martyr here introduced as a servant of King Herod, and intrusted with the task of bringing in the boar's head, a famous dish, and "the first mess" at Christmas and other high festivals. There was evidently some honor attached to this office, for Holinshed tells us that King Henry II., in 1170, on the day of his son's coronation, served him as sewer, bringing up the boar's head, according to the manner; and in 1607, at St. John's College, Oxford, the "first mess was carried by the tallest and lustiest of all the guard."

"Saint Stephen was a clerk in King Herod's hall. And served him of bread and doth as ever king befall. "Stephen out of kitchen came, with boar's head in hand. He saw a star was fair and bright, over Bethlem stand. "He cast adown the boar's head, and went into the hall, S. Stephen. I forsake thee, King Herod, and thy works all, "I forsake thee, King Herod, and thy works all, There is a child in Bethlehem born, is better than we all. "Herod. What aileth thee, Stephen? What is thee befall? Lacketh thee either meat or drink in King Herod's hall? "S. Stephen. Lacketh me neither meat nor drink in King Herod's hall. There is a child in Bethlehem born, is better than we all. * * * * * "Herod. That is all so sooth, Stephen, all so sooth, I wit, As this capon crow shall lyeth here in my dish. "That word was no soon said, that word in that hall. The capon crew Christus natus est among the lords all." * * * * *

This brings us to the more modern legendary carol of "The Carnal [a bird] and the Crane," in which the same incident occurs of the bird crowing in the dish:

"As I passed by a river side. And there as I did rein [run], In argument I chanced to near A carnal and a crane. "The carnal said unto the crane, 'If all the world should turn, Before we had the Father, But now we have the Son.' "'From whence does the Son come? From where and from what place? He said, 'In a manger, Between an ox and ass.' * * * * * "'Where is the golden cradle That Christ was rocked in? Where are the silken sheets That Jesus was wrapt in?' "'A manger was the cradle That Christ was rocked in; The provender the asses left So sweetly he slept on.' {353} "There was a star in the west land, SO bright it did appear Into King Herod's chamber. And where King Herod were. "The wise men soon espied it, And told the king on high, 'A princely babe was born that night, No king could e'er destroy.' "'If this be true,' King Herod said, 'As thou tellest unto me. This roasted cock that lies in the dish, Shall crow full fences three.' "The cock soon freshly feathered was, By the work of God's own hand, And then three fences crowed he In the dish where he did stand."

Herod then gives orders for the general massacre of the young children, and the Saviour, with Joseph and his mother, travel into Egypt amongst the "fierce wild beasts." The blessed Virgin being weary, "must needs sit down to rest," and her son desires her to "see how the wild beasts come and worship him:"

"First came the lovely lion, Which Jesu's grace did spring. And of the wild beasts in the field The lion shall be the king."

The Holy Family continuing their flight, pass by a husbandman "just while his seed was sown:"

"The husbandman fell on his knees, Even before his face; 'Long time thou hast been look'd for, But now thou'rt come at last.' * * * * * "'The truth, man, thou hast spoken, Of it thou mayst be sure. For I most lose my precious blood For thee and thousands more. "'If any one should come this way, And inquire for me alone. Tell them that Jesus passed by, As thou thy seed did sow.'"

King Herod comes afterward with his train, and furiously asks of the husbandman whether our Saviour has passed by; the husbandman replies that

"'Jesus passed by this way When my seed was sown. "But now I have it reapen, And some laid on my wain. Ready to fetch and carry Into my barn again.'"

Herod, supposing that it must be "full three quarters of a year since the seed was sown," turned back, and "further he proceeded into the Holy Land." A manuscript of the fifteenth century, preserved in the British Museum, contains a representation of the flight into Egypt, in which the above legend is introduced. The city of Bethlehem stands in the background, and on the right, in the distance, a field of corn and a reaper, who is in conversation with a soldier by his side. A curious Scotch tradition states that when Herod and his soldiers made their inquiry of the husbandman, "a little black beetle lifted up his head, and exclaimed, The Son of Man passed here last night. " Black beetles are probably not more popular here than in Scotland, but Highlanders, whenever they find the dastardly insect, kill it, repeating the words, "Beetle, beetle, last night. "

"The Holy Well" is a very favorite carol with the broadside printers; I have seen it side by side with a very lively "legendary" production, "Flyaway Carol:"

"There good old Wesley, and a throng Of saints and martyrs too, Unite and praise their Saviour's name. And there I long to goo. Fly away! Fly away! While yet it's called to-day!"

The Magi or three Kings of Cologne form the subject of many an old carol. The names of these "famous men" are supposed to have been, Kasper or Gaspar, King of Tarsus, young and beardless; Melchior, King of Nubia, old, with long beard and grey hair; and Balthazar, King of Saba, a negro. Their offerings were, as is well known, symbolical; to use the words of the Anglo-Saxon Hymnary, translated by the recorder of Sarum:

"Incense to God, and myrrh to grace his tomb, For tribute to their King, a golden store; One they revere, three with three offerings come, And three adore."

From an old commentary on the gospel of St. Matthew, we gather some curious matter relating to the history of the Three Wise Men. A certain nation dwelling close to the ocean, in the extreme east, possessed a writing, inscribed with the name of Seth, concerning the star which was to appear:

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"Twelve of the more learned men of that country * * * has disposed themselves to watch for that star; and when any of them died, his son or one of his kindred * * was appointed in his place. These, therefore, year by year, after the threshing out of the corn, ascended into a certain high mountain, called Mons victorialis, having in it a certain cave in the rock, most grateful and pleasant, with fountains and choice trees, into which, ascending and bathing themselves, they prayed and praised God in silence three days. And thus they did, generation after generation, watching ever, lest peradventure that star of beatitude should arise upon themselves, until it appeared descending on the mountain, having within itself, as it were, the form of a man-child, and above it the similitude of a cross; and it spake to them, and taught them, and commanded them that they should go into Judaea. And journeying thither for the space of two years, neither food nor drink failed in their vessels."

Other old accounts state that their journey occupied twelve days only: "they took neither rest nor refreshment; it seemed to them indeed as one day; the nearer they approached to Christ's dwelling, the brighter the star shone." [Footnote 51]

Drawing described below.

Illustration from The Catholic World, Vol. 02, October, 1865 to March, 1866 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine

There appears to have been no decided opinion or tradition as to the form of the star; it is shown thus by Albert Durer, in an old book which I have by me of 1519: it is drawn with eight points, the lowest one being much longer than the others; in another book, 1596, I find it represented as a star of six points; in some old pictures it is shown as a sort of comet, and it is described to have been "as an eagle flying and beating the air with his wings," having within the form and likeness of the Holy Child.

In "Dives and Pauper," printed in 1496, we gather the following account of it:

"Dives. What manner of star was it then? "Pauper. Some clerks tell that it was an angel in the likeness of a star, for the kings had no knowledge of angels, but took all heed to the star. Some say that it was the same child that lay in the ox-stall which appeared to the kings in the likeness of a star, and so drew them and led them to himself in Bethlehem."

I wish it were possible to give here a quaint illustration of the journey of the Three Wise Men, from a sheet of carols printed in 1820, which forms one of the wood-cuts procured with no little difficulty from the publisher by Mr. Hone, and is but little known.

The history of the Magi is even traced further; after their return to their own country they were baptized by St. Thomas the Apostle, became missionaries with him, and were, it is said by some, martyred.

Their journeyings did not, however, end with their deaths—their bodies were translated to Constantinople, thence to Milan, and afterward to Cologne, where they are still preserved in the cathedral, and their history recorded in a series of frescoes. Their shrine at Cologne was once exceedingly rich and magnificent, but during the excitement of the first French revolution many of the jewels which adorned the monument were sold and replaced by paste or glass counterfeits. The following description of their tomb I gather from Mr. Fyfe's book on "Christmas:"

"The coffin is stated to have two partitions, the lower having a half, and the upper a whole, roofing. The former compartment contains the bones of the three kings, whose separate heads appear aloft through the aperture in the half-roofing; and on this roofing are inscribed the names Gaspar, Melchior, Balthazar, encrusted in rubies. {355} The heads are adorned with crowns weighing six pounds apiece, of gold, diamonds, and pearls. It is asserted (but doubted) that the tomb and its contents are of the value of £240,000."

From the offerings of the three kings arose the practice of Christmas gifts, and the festival of the Epiphany has always been observed in remembrance of their visit to Bethlehem; it has also been the custom from earliest times for our sovereigns to offer the three mystic gifts of gold, myrrh, and incense at the altar on the day of the Epiphany, which custom is still observed at the Chapel Royal, the royal oblations being received by the dean or his deputy in a bag of crimson and gold. The Epiphany is also a "scarlet day" at the universities. After this long roundabout discourse, I am almost afraid to weary my readers with a second edition of the wanderings of the Wise Men, but I must rely upon their generous forbearance; the accompanying carol is from a manuscript of the time of King Henry VII.:

"Now is Christmas i-come, Father and Son together in One, Holy Ghost, as Ye be One, In fere-a: God send us all a good new year-a. "There came iij kings from Galilee Into Bethlehem that fair city To seek him that ever should be, By right-a, Lord, and King, and Knight-a. "At they came forth with their offering, They met with Herod that moody king, This tide-a, And this to them he said-a. "Her. Of whence be ye, you kings iij? "Mag. Of the East, as ye may see, To seek him that ever should be, By right-a. Lord, and King, and Knight-a. "Her. When you at this child have been, Come home again by me, Tell me the sights that you have seen, I pray you, Go no other way-a. * * * * "The Father of heaven an angel down sent, To these iij kings that made present This tide-a. And this to them he said-a, My Lord hath warned you every one By Herod King you go not home For an you do, he will you slay, And strew-a, And hurt you wonderly-a. "Forth then went these kings iij Till they came home to their countree. Glad and blithe they were all iij, Of the sights that they had seen. By dene-a. The company was clean-a." * * * *

I will conclude with a modern specimen of a legendary carol written by the Rev. Dr. Neale, and published in Novello's shilling collection. The story of St. Wenceslaus, the good King of Bohemia, is given by Bishop Jeremy Taylor in his "Life of Christ:"

'"One winter night, going to his devotions in a remote church, barefooted in the snow, * * his servant Podavius, who waited on his master's piety, and endeavored to imitate his affections, began to faint through the violence of the snow and cold, till the king commanded him to follow him, and set his feet in the same footsteps which his feet should mark for him; the servant did so, and either fancied a cure, or found one, for he followed his prince, helped forward with shame and zeal to his imitation, and by the forming footsteps for him in the snow."

"Good King Wenceslaus look'd out. On the Feast of Stephen; When the snow lay round about. Deep and crisp and even: Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gath'ring winter fuel. "'Hither, page, and stand by me. While thou know'st it telling, Yonder peasant who is he? Where and what his dwelling? "'Sire, he lives a good league hence Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes' fountain.' "'Bring me flesh and bring me wine. Bring me pine logs hither; Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither.' Page and monarch forth they went. Forth they went together: Through the rude wind's wild lament, And the bitter weather. "'Sire, the night is darker now. And the wind blows stronger. Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer.' "'Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly; Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly.' "In his master's steps he trod. Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men—be sure— Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing."

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