Friday, December 25, 2015
King's College Choir - Christmas Carols
The High Episcopal Church
The King's College of Our Lady and St Nicholas in Cambridge was founded
in 1441 by King Henry VI and munificently endowed. The Founder's
statutes provided for a Provost and seventy poor scholars. Scholarships
were restricted to Etonians, but a few pensioners and Fellow commoners
from other schools were admitted from the middle of the sixteenth
century. By the statutes of 1861 open scholarships, financed by the
Fellows greatly reducing their dividends for many years, were founded,
and since then pensioners and scholars from other schools have been
admitted in increasing numbers. Until 1853 students at King's were
exceptional in being awarded University degrees by the College.
Christmas Cheer on the Plantation
“The
great fete of the people was Christmas. [All] times and seasons paled
and dimmed before the festive joys of Christmas. It had been handed down
for generations . . . it had come over with their forefathers. It had a
peculiar significance. It was a title. Religion had given it its
benediction. It was the time to “Shout the glad tidings.” It was The
Holidays.
There were other holidays for the slaves, both of the school-room and the plantation, such as Easter and Whit-Monday; but Christmas was distinctively “The Holidays.”
Then
the boys came home from college with their friends; the members of the
family who moved away returned; pretty cousins came for the festivities;
the neighborhood grew merry; the Negroes were all to have a holiday,
the house-servants taking turn and turn about, and the plantation made
ready for Christmas cheer.
The
corn was got in; the hogs were killed; the lard “tried”; sausage-meat
made; mince-meat prepared; the turkeys fattened, with “the big old
gobbler” specially devoted to the “Christmas dinner”; the servants new
shoes and winter clothes stored away ready for distribution; and the
plantation began to be ready to prepare for Christmas.
In
the first place, there was generally a cold spell which froze up
everything and enabled the ice-houses to be filled. The wagons all were
put to hauling wood – hickory; nothing but hickory now; other wood might
do for other times, but at Christmas only hickory was used; and the
wood-pile was heaped high with the logs . . .
In
the midst of it came the wagon or ox-cart from “the depot,” with the
big white boxes of Christmas things, the black driver feigning
hypocritical indifference as he drove through the choppers to the
storeroom. Then came the rush of all the wood-cutters to help him unload
. . . as they pretended to strain in lifting, of what “master” or
“mistis” was going to give them out of those boxes, uttered just loud
enough to reach their master’s or mistress’s ears where they stood
looking on, while the driver took due advantage of his temporary
prestige to give many pompous cautions and directions.
The
getting the evergreens and mistletoe was the sign that Christmas had
come, was really here.
There were the parlor and hall and dining-room,
and, above all, the old church, to be “dressed.” The last was a
neighborhood work; all united in it, and it was one of the events of the
year.
Then
by “Christmas Eve’s eve” the wood was all cut and stacked high in the
wood-house and on and under the back porticos, so as to be handy, and
secure from the snow which was almost certain to come. The excitement
increased; the boxes were unpacked, some of them openly, to the general
delight, others with a mysterious secrecy which stimulated the curiosity
to its highest point and added to the charm of the occasion.
The
kitchen filled up with assistants famed for special skill in particular
branches of the cook’s art, who bustled about with glistening faces and
shining teeth, proud of their elevation and eager to add to the general
cheer.
It
was now Christmas Eve. From time to time the “hired out” servants came
home from Richmond where they had been hired or had hired out
themselves, their terms having been common custom framed, with due
regard to their rights to the holiday, to expire in time for them to
spend the Christmas at home. There was much hilarity over their
arrival, with their new winter clothes donned a little ahead of time,
they came to pay their “bespecs” to master and mistis.
Later
on the children were got to bed, scarce able to keep in their pallets
for excitement; the stockings were all hung up over the big fireplace;
and the grown people grew gay in the crowded parlors. Next morning
before light the stir began. White-clad little figures stole about in
the gloom, with bulging stockings clasped to their bosoms, opening
doors, shouting “Christmas gift!” into dark rooms at sleeping elders,
and then scurrying away like so many white mice, squeaking with delight,
to rake open the embers and inspect their treasures. At prayers, “Shout
the glad tidings” was sung by fresh young voices with due fervor.
How
gay the scene was at breakfast! What pranks had been performed in the
name of Santa Claus! The larger part of the day was spend in going to
and coming from the beautifully dressed church, where the service was
read, and the anthems and hymns were sung by everybody, for everyone was
happy.
Dinner
was the great event. It was the test of the mistress and the cook, or,
rather, the cooks; for the kitchen now was full of them. The old
mahogany table, stretched diagonally across the ding room, groaned; the
big gobbler filled the pace of honor; a great round of beef held the
second place; an old ham, with every other dish that ingenuity, backed
by long experience, could devise, was at the side, and the shining
sideboard, gleaming with glass, scarcely held the dessert. After dinner
there were apple-toddy and eggnog, as there had been before.
There
were Negro parties, where the ladies and gentlemen went to look on, the
suppers having been superintended by the mistresses, and the tables
being decorated by their own white hands. There was almost sure to be a
Negro wedding during the holidays. The ceremony might be performed in
the dining-room or in the hall by the Master, or in a quarter by a
colored preacher; but it was a gay occasion, and the dusky bride’s
trousseau had been arranged by her young mistress, and the family was on
hand to get fun out of the entertainment.”
(The Old South, Essays Social and Political, Charles Scribner’s & Sons, 1892, pp. 174-183)
Islam and the West: An Irreconcilable Conflict?
Via III Percent Patriots
“I worry greatly that the rhetoric coming from the Republicans,
particularly Donald Trump, is sending a message to Muslims here … and …
around the world, that there is a ‘clash of civilizations.'”
So said Hillary Clinton in Saturday night’s New Hampshire debate.
Yet, that phrase was not popularized by Donald Trump, but by Harvard’s famed Samuel Huntington. His “The Clash of Civilizations and the Remaking of World Order” has been described by Zbigniew Brzezinski as providing “quintessential insights necessary for a broad understanding of world affairs in our time.”
That Clinton is unaware of the thesis, or dismisses it, does not speak well of the depth of her understanding of our world.
Another attack on Trump, more veiled, came Monday in an “open letter” in The Washington Post where four dozen religious leaders, led by Cardinal Theodore McCarrick, charge “some politicians, candidates and commentators” with failing to follow Thomas Jefferson’s dictum:
“I never will, by any word or act … admit a right of inquiry into the religious opinions of others.”
Intending no disrespect to Jefferson, if you do not inquire “into the religious opinions of others” in this world, it can get you killed.
So said Hillary Clinton in Saturday night’s New Hampshire debate.
Yet, that phrase was not popularized by Donald Trump, but by Harvard’s famed Samuel Huntington. His “The Clash of Civilizations and the Remaking of World Order” has been described by Zbigniew Brzezinski as providing “quintessential insights necessary for a broad understanding of world affairs in our time.”
That Clinton is unaware of the thesis, or dismisses it, does not speak well of the depth of her understanding of our world.
Another attack on Trump, more veiled, came Monday in an “open letter” in The Washington Post where four dozen religious leaders, led by Cardinal Theodore McCarrick, charge “some politicians, candidates and commentators” with failing to follow Thomas Jefferson’s dictum:
“I never will, by any word or act … admit a right of inquiry into the religious opinions of others.”
Intending no disrespect to Jefferson, if you do not inquire “into the religious opinions of others” in this world, it can get you killed.
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