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Old English Sports, Pastimes and Customs

Chapter 8 AUGUST.

Word Count: 2057    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

the ears of

pipe sing h

my lord, and

ith all the

ares, and fri

linen whit

swains and w

ee the hock-c

's Hesp

rvest-home-"Ten-pounding"- S

ed on the first of this month. Lammas is a shortened form of the word Loaf-mass, or feast of the loaf. A loaf of bread was made of the first-ripe corn, and used in Holy Com

ived in the early part of the fourteenth century, and was supposed to have performed miraculous cures, but August 16th seems to have been rather early in the year for a harvest-home. However, when the feast

called the "Hock-cart," while the labourers, their wives and children, carrying green boughs, sheaves of wheat and rude flags, formed a glad proces

home, har

oughed, we

aped, we h

ought home

hip, har

ey say in

p, whoop, ha

Harvest Queen, and placed upon her throne at the top of the

EST-

ouse, where they find the fuelled chimney blazing wide,

ton,

hich makes f

al dishes

custard, t

ll-temptin

And then around the festive board old tales are told, well-known jests abound, and thanks giv

health to

d of th

s his en

d him i

erythin

takes

be his

his c

. O, 'tis the merry time wherein honest neighbours make good cheer, and God is glorified in His blessings on the earth." When the feast is over, the company retire to some

promoted a sense of mutual trust, which is essential to the happiness and well-being of any community. Shorn of much of its merriment and quaint customs, the harvest-home still lingers on in some places; but modern habits and notions have deprived it of much of its old spirit and light-heartedness. We have our harvest thanksgiving services, which (thank God!) are observed in almost every village and hamlet. It is, of course, our firs

of their number guilty, would hold a court-martial among themselves, lay the culprit down on his face, and an executioner would administer several hard

he farmer to the shearers and their friends, and a table was often set in the open village for the young people and children. Tusser, who wrote a book upon Five

dinner; spare fle

akes, for our she

neighbours none o

d welcome like ne

nd prayer. By degrees they began to forget their prayers, and remembered only the feasting, and other abuses crept in, so at last the "waking" on the eve of the festival was suppressed. But these primitive feasts were the origin of most of our fairs, which are generally held on the dedication festival of the parish church.[13] The neighbours from the adjoining villages used to attend the wakes, so the peddlers and hawkers came to find a market for their wares. Their stalls began to multiply, until at last an immense fair sprang into existence, which owed its origin entirely to the religious festival of "the wakes." Fairs have degenerated like many other good things, and we

er a football match, in another a ring of wrestlers. The prize for the men was a hat, and for the women, who had their own contests, a smock. Running and leaping also found a place in the programme. In Berkshire back-sword play and wrestling were the favourite amusements for vigorous youths, and men strove hard to win the honour of being champion and the prizes which were offered on the occasion. There were "cheap jacks," and e

ugh planks about four feet high. Each player was armed with a stick, looping the fingers of his left hand in a handkerchief or strap, which he fastened round his left leg, measuring the length, so that when he drew it tight with his left elbow up he had a perfect guard for the left side of his head.[14] Guarding his head with the stick in his right hand, he advanced, and the

heir ancestry, although the quarter-staff and ashen-swords are forgotten. The old village feasts are forgotten too-more's the pity. Then old quarrels were healed, old bitternesses removed: aged friends met, and became young again in heart, as they revived old memories and sweet recollections of youthful days. Rich and poor, the squire and the farmer, the farmer and his labourers, all mingled together, class with class; and good-fell

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