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nd solemn hour； 〃when deep sleep falleth upon man；〃 I have listened with a hushed delight； and； connecting them with the sacred and joyous occasion； have almost fancied them into another celestial choir； announcing peace and good…will to mankind。
How delightfully the imagination； when wrought upon by these moral influences； turns everything to melody and beauty： The very crowing of the cock； who is sometimes heard in the profound repose of the country； 〃telling the night…watches to his feathery dames；〃 was thought by the common people to announce the approach of this sacred festival：
〃Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated； This bird of dawning singeth all night long： And then； they say； no spirit dares stir abroad； The nights are wholesomethen no planets strike； No fairy takes； no witch hath power to charm； So hallow'd and so gracious is the time。〃
Amidst the general call to happiness； the bustle of the spirits； and stir of the affections； which prevail at this period； what bosom can remain insensible？ It is； indeed； the season of regenerated feelingthe season for kindling； not merely the fire of hospitality in the hall； but the genial flame of charity in the heart。
The scene of early love again rises green to memory beyond the sterile waste of years； and the idea of home； fraught with the fragrance of home…dwelling joys； reanimates the drooping spirit； as the Arabian breeze will sometimes waft the freshness of the distant fields to the weary pilgrim of the desert。
Stranger and sojourner as I am in the land；though for me no social hearth may blaze； no hospitable roof throw open its doors； nor the warm grasp of friendship welcome me at the threshold；yet I feel the influence of the season beaming into my soul from the happy looks of those around me。 Surely happiness is reflective； like the light of heaven； and every countenance； bright with smiles； and glowing with innocent enjoyment； is a mirror transmitting to others the rays of a supreme and ever shining benevolence。 He who can turn churlishly away from contemplating the felicity of his fellow beings； and sit down darkling and repining in his loneliness when all around is joyful； may have his moments of strong excitement and selfish gratification； but he wants the genial and social sympathies which constitute the charm of a merry Christmas。
The Stage…coach
Omne bene Sine poena Tempus est ludendi； Venit hora； Absque mora Libros deponendi。
Old Holiday School Song。
In the preceding paper I have made some general observations on the Christmas festivities of England； and am tempted to illustrate them by some anecdotes of a Christmas passed in the country； in perusing which； I would most courteously invite my reader to lay aside the austerity of wisdom； and to put on that genuine holiday spirit which is tolerant of folly； and anxious only for amusement。
In the course of a December tour in Yorkshire； I rode for a long distance in one of the public coaches； on the day preceding Christmas。 The coach was crowded； both inside and out； with passengers； who； by their talk； seemed principally bound to the mansions of relations or friends to eat the Christmas dinner。 It was loaded also with hampers of game； and baskets and boxes of delicacies； and hares hung dangling their long ears about the coachman's box；presents from distant friends for the impending feast。 I had three fine rosy…cheeked schoolboys for my fellow passengers inside； full of the buxom health and manly spirit which I have observed in the children of this country。 They were returning home for the holidays in high glee； and promising themselves a world of enjoyment。 It was delightful to hear the gigantic plans of pleasure of the little rogues； and the impracticable feats they were to perform during their six weeks' emancipation from the abhorred thraldom of book； birch； and pedagogue。 They were full of anticipations of the meeting with the family and household； down to the very cat and dog； and of the joy they were to give their little sisters by the presents with which their pockets were crammed； but the meeting to which they seemed to look forward with the greatest impatience was with Bantam； which I found to be a pony； and； according to their talk； possessed of more virtues than any steed since the days of Bucephalus。 How he could trot！ how he could run！ and then such leaps as he would takethere was not a hedge in the whole country that he could not clear。
They were under the particular guardianship of the coachman； to whom； whenever an opportunity presented； they addressed a host of questions； and pronounced him one of the best fellows in the whole world。 Indeed； I could not but notice the more than ordinary air of bustle and importance of the coachman； who wore his hat a little on one side； and had a large bunch of Christmas greens stuck in the button…hole of his coat。 He is always a personage full of mighty care and business； but he is particularly so during this season； having so many commissions to execute in consequence of the great interchange of presents。
And here； perhaps； it may not be unacceptable to my untravelled readers to have a sketch that may serve as a general representation of this very numerous and important class of functionaries who have a dress； a manner； a language； an air； peculiar to themselves； and prevalent throughout the fraternity； so that； wherever an English stage…coachman may be seen； he cannot be mistaken for one of any other craft or mystery。
He has commonly a broad； full face； curiously mottled with red； as if the blood had been forced by hard feeding into every vessel of the skin； he is swelled into jolly dimensions by frequent potations of malt liquors； and his bulk is still further increased by a multiplicity of coats； in which he is buried like a cauliflower； the upper one reaching to his heels。 He wears a broad…brimmed； low…crowned hat； a huge roll of coloured handkerchief about his neck； knowingly knotted and tucked in at the bosom； and has in summer…time a large bouquet of flowers in his buttonhole； the present； most probably； of some enamoured country lass。 His waistcoat is commonly of some bright colour； striped； and his small…clothes extend far below the knees； to meet a pair of jockey boots which reach about half…way up his legs。
All this costume is maintained with much precision； he has a pride in having his clothes of excellent materials； and； notwithstanding the seeming grossness of his appearance； there is still discernible that neatness and propriety of person which is almost inherent in an Englishman。 He enjoys great consequence and consideration along the road； has frequent conferences with the village housewives； who look upon him as a man of great trust and dependence； and he seems to have a good understanding with every bright…eyed country lass。 The moment he arrives where the horses are to be changed； he throws down the reins with something of an air； and abandons the cattle to the care of the hostler； his duty being merely to drive from one stage to another。
When off the box； his hands are thrust in the pockets of his greatcoat； and he rolls about the inn…yard with an air of the most absolute lordliness。 Here he is generally surrounded by an admiring throng of hostlers； stable…boys； shoe…blacks； and those nameless hangers…on that infest inns and taverns； and run errands； and do all kinds of odd jobs； for the privilege of battening on the drippings of the kitchen and the leakage of the tap…room。 These all look up to him as to an oracle； treasure up his cant phrases； echo his opinions about horses and other topics of jockey lore； and； above all； endeavour to imitate his air and carriage。 Every ragamuffin that has a coat to his back thrusts his hands in the pockets； rolls in his gait； talks slang； and is an embryo Coachey。
Perhaps it might be owing to the pleasing serenity that reigned in my own mind； that I fancied I saw cheerfulness in every countenance throughout the journey。 A stage…coach； however； carries animation always with it； and puts the world in motion as it whirls along。 The horn； sounded at the entrance of a village； produces a general bustle。 Some hasten forth to meet friends； some with bundles and bandboxes to secure places； and in the hurry of the moment can hardly take leave of the group that accompanies them。 In the meantime； the coachman has a world of small commissions to execute。 Sometimes he delivers a hare or pheasant； sometimes jerks a small parcel or newspaper to the door of a public…house； and sometimes； with knowing leer and words of sly import； hands to some half… blushing； half…laughing housemaid an odd…shaped billet…doux from some rustic admirer。 As the coach rattles through the village； every one runs to the window； and you have glances on every side of fresh country faces； and blooming； giggling girls。 At the corners are assembled juntas of village idlers and wise men； who take their stations there for the important purpose of seeing company pass； but the sagest knot is generally at the blacksmith's； to whom the passing of the coach is an event fruitful of m