Christmas
Articles from Civil War Newspapers
[LITTLE
ROCK] OLD-LINE DEMOCRAT, January 5, 1860, p. 3, c. 6
Christmas Presents for Gentlemen!
Christmas Presents for Gentlemen!
Christmas Presents for Gentlemen!
Fresh Supplies of Genuine Imported
Havana Cigars,
of the Finest Quality—REAL
Turkish Smoking Tobacco!
Meerschaum Pipes and Meerschaum
Cigar Tubes of the most Elegant Styles,
Just received per steamer "Red Wing," and for sale
at the lowest prices, by
B. Bernays.
At Henry's Variety Store.
[LITTLE
ROCK] OLD-LINE DEMOCRAT, January 12, 1860, p. 1, c. 7
Communicated to the Old-Line Democrat.
Lewisburg, Arkansas, Dec. 29, 1859.
Dear Sir:--Once more before the close of the year 1859, "I take up
my quill to dot you a few items." Christmas
is here again; the long looked for holidays have come at last, and many social
reunions of friends will have taken place before it closes; and many a glass of
champaigne [sic] and sparkling catawba will be drank to each other's health; and
many a pleasant conversation by the fireside will take place between friends.
We have spent a very pleasant Christmas, so far, with our friends,
considering the weather being so bad. And
I wish to pay thanks to my chivalrous and ever accommodating friends, Messrs.
Dowdle, Menafee and Harper, at whose houses I have partaken of the sparkling
wine, and dainties of the season, and have passed off many a happy hour this
Christmas, which will never be forgotten. May
they live to see many Christmas reunions. . . .
I attended a very pleasant soiree given by the young gentlemen of this
place last Monday evening, and enjoyed myself "largely;" and I think
every one that was present came away perfectly satisfied and every thing went
off as "merry as a marriage bell."
The beauty and chivalry of Conway county were present; and the young
ladies especially, graced the occasion with their winning smiles and beaming
countenances. And what is there
more grand and sublime than to look upon the countenance and form of a
fascinating and beautiful woman? I
say there is nothing. And I think
we have some as fine looking ones in Conway, as can be scared up anywhere.
I expect this letter is long enough, and I will close by wishing you all
a merry Christmas and a long and prosperous life.
Yours ever,
Justice.
[FAYETTEVILLE,
ARK.] THE ARKANSIAN, January 13, 1860, p. 2, c. 6
Clarkesville Arks.
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Dec. 21st, 1859.
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Messrs. Editors:--We are all on the qui vive for the good time
coming, Christmas, the time when all is mirth and enjoyment, is nearly here and
we young folks are anticipating a vast deal of fun.
But while this is the case rumors of a far different character are float.
It has been ascertained that the negroes of this and several adjoining
counties intend to start for Kansas or leave as soon as the arms, which were
promised them, should arrive from Cincinnati.
Three white men of Dardanelle are implicated in the plot whose names have
been divulged by the negroes at that place.
We are wide awake and prepared for any emergency.
Patrols are out every night in town and throughout the County.
The Harper's Ferry affair and these rumors of an intended stampede of the
negroes have prompted our citizens to get up and organize a Military company, of
which O. Basham was elected Captain, E. T. Adams 1st., C. B.
Gillespie, 2nd., and J. T. Stone 3rd Lieutenants.
In consequence of more exciting topics of conversation I hear very little
about politics. . . .
Truly yours,
Aristides.
[MARSHALL]
TEXAS REPUBLICAN, January 14, 1860, p. 2, c. 5
Stanley & Nimmo's Packery.
The Jefferson Gazette gives the subjoined interesting notice of this firm
and their business operations.
We had the pleasure of attending, on Christmas day, in company with a few
invited guests a Christmas Dinner, given by the proprietors of this extensive
establishment to their operatives, numbering, we believe, some eighty or ninety
men. The table was about one
hundred feet in length, and spread in the second story of the main building.
At two o'clock, the bell summoned all parties to the feast—and a feast
truly it was, for set before us in magnificent abundance, were "fish flesh
and fowl," the substantials of life, with every variety of sweetmeats and
delicacies to match all, too, having an air of neatness and care resembling a
banquet to some tender bride, or a happy people's offering in commemoration of
the day that gave our nation birth. No
kid-gloved aristocracy nor jeweled millionaires, scarce knowing how they are
fed, were there, to cock their useless noses in sickly mockery at the hardy sons
who alone keep the world in motion—but men with stalwart arms and cheeks
redolent with the health and happiness that an active life alone can give,
rendered the scene a grand exhibition of the nobility of labor. No bacchanalian guffaw nor vulgar wit was heard, to disturb
and put to the blush the dignity that attaches to true gentility, but a modest
reserve—an unassumed pride pervaded the whole assembly—a pride of conscious
merit. The scene passed off
quietly, without the assistance of police, and we hope that each succeeding
Christmas day may bring about a repetition of the scene of happiness, sobriety
and tranquility that characterized the occasion and its participants. . .
[FAYETTEVILLE,
ARK.] THE ARKANSIAN, January 20, 1860, p. 2, c. 4
Ozark Institute,
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29th December, 1859.
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T. C. Peek, Esq:--
. . . Unable to be out, I have no news to tell you.
On the 16th inst., I fell on the ice, crippled my ancle [sic]
and am on my crutches. I have heard
of many pleasant parties around us; and happy festivities in our schools, where
teachers, pupils and patrons with bright eyes and pleasant smiles met around the
Christmas tree, and spent the evening in the interchange of good feelings and
christmas presents.
Of our schools I would like to say a word, but cannot now.
I hope you may soon double the number of your subscribers.
Respectfully,
Robt. W. Mecklin.
[LITTLE
ROCK] OLD-LINE DEMOCRAT, February 9, 1860, p. 3, c. 2
Interesting Ceremonies.
On last Sunday evening, at Christ church, in this City, was witnessed one
of the most beautiful and impressive scenes that it was ever our good fortune to
behold. It was the occasion of a
double marriage ceremony, solemnized according to the imposing rites of the
Episcopal service, by the Rev. Dr. Wheat, between the Hon. Henry M. Rector, of
the Supreme bench of Arkansas, and Miss Flora E. Lynde, late of Memphis, and
Major H. M. C. Brown, of Fort
Smith, and Mrs. Sallie F. Trapnall, of this city.
The ceremonies commenced just after the conclusion of the regular evening
services. There was a large
congregation in attendance—in fact the church was crowded to its utmost
capacity; and what with the brilliant lights, and beautiful evergreen wreathes
and garlands—still fragrant relics of the late Christmas decorations, and the
thousand bright and joyous faces intensely gazing towards the altar, as the
bridal parties stood at the bar of the chancel with the "holy man of
God" clad in his snowy vesture, blessing with his benediction the sweetest
yet most solemn vows that were ever breathed by mortal lips, it was a scene from
which the genius of a Raphael might have drawn is sublimest inspiration . .
[LITTLE
ROCK] OLD-LINE DEMOCRAT, November 15, 1860, p. 2, c. 8
Grand Tournament of the State of Arkansas, 1860.
To the Knights of the South, wherever dispersed:
You are hereby notified that there will be a Tournament held in
the city of Little Rock during the Christmas holidays, for the benefit of the
State Agricultural and Mechanical Society, of which the following is the
programme, to-wit:
The first tilt will be for the championship of the State (each Knight
representing his county.)
The second tilt, for the honor of crowning the Queen of Love and Beauty.
The third tilt, for the honor of crowning the Maid of Honor.
The fourth tilt, for crowning the second maid of honor.
Knights from a distance, are earnestly invited to attend and contend for
the championship of the counties.
Rules.—Each Knight is expected to appear in such costume as his taste
may suggest as appropriate.
Each horse ridden will be required to make speed at the rate of 100 yards
in 12 seconds.
All false rides to be decided upon by the judges.
Each Knight, before entering, will apply to the Secretary, and upon
payment of entrance fee, will receive his card.
Each Knight shall be entitled to five rides, at three rings suspended
seven and a half feet high, at a distance of twenty-five yards apart, whole
distance to be run, one hundred and twenty-five yards.
Entrance fee, $5.00.
W. E. Ashley.
President of Agricultural and Mechanical Association.
[LITTLE
ROCK] OLD-LINE DEMOCRAT, November 15, 1860, p. 3, c. 2
Editor Old-Line Democrat.—I am requested by Col. H. Armstead, of Des
Arc, to accept, in behalf of Prairie county, the challenge made on the Fair
Grounds yesterday by Robt. H. Stevenson, Esq., of Pulaski county, to ride
against the State for the honors at the next State Fair, in a
Tournament. An invitation is
extended to each county of the State to send up a representative to contend for
the palm, and add interest to the occasion.
Who responds?
J. H. Newbern,
Cor. Sec'y of the State Fair.
November 10th, 1860.
Little Rock, Nov. 12.
Editor Old-Line Democrat—
Sir: In yesterdays issue of
the Daily Old-Line, of the 12th inst., I find an acceptance of
the challenge made at the Fair Grounds, "To uphold the beauty of Pulaski
against the State." I will
make the challenge good, and the more willingly for the reason, that in other
climes, (where the sight of the print of a No. 3 gaiter, was sufficient cause
for an encampment, even in the absence of these usual necessaries, wood and
water, where the sight of a bonnett [sic] run men wild,) I always upheld the
beauty of Little Rock, and to the ladies of Little Rock, the fairest of the
fair, was always my toast. Being
self-constituted their champion, an apology may be necessary to the fair sex of
Pulaski, but I can assure them that although they might have a more skilful
knight, they may not have one who would more earnestly contend for the honors.
But, sir, to combine utility with sport, I propose that the agricultural society
of this county give notice for a tournament to be holden during the Christmas
holidays, and that knights from all parts be invited to attend at an entrance
fee (to be fixed) that there be three rings suspended seven and a half feet from
the ground, each knight to have five rides, the first honor to be for the
counties, and the second for the Queen, the third and fourth for the maids of
honor.
And that the society receive all benefits arising from the entrance fees.
If this should meet the approval of those interested, let them issue
their circulars immediately.
R. W. Stevenson, of Pulaski.
[FAYETTEVILLE,
ARK.] THE ARKANSIAN, December 22, 1860, p. 2, c. 6
Concert.
On Friday night of Christmas week, the members of the Washington Saxe-horn Band will give a grand musical entertainment at the Court House in this city.—These young gentlemen, with their enterprise, should be patronized by the citizens of Washington county. They have labored hard and gone to considerable expense for their instruments and the employment of a teacher at a large salary, and can look only to our citizens for a compensation, to whom it is most beneficial. We should be pleased to see a large crowd in attendance. Call on Mr. James Trott, at the store of Stirman & Dickson, and Mr. Henry L. Smith, at the store of Quarles & Walker; of whom tickets can be obtained for the small and trifling sum of FIFTY CENTS. Children and servants half price. Come one, come all, come everybody, and bring your neighbors and your neighbors' children.
[FAYETTEVILLE,
ARK.] THE ARKANSIAN, December 22, 1860, p. 3, c. 1
Christmas.—Next Tuesday is the eighteen hundred and sixtieth
anniversary of the Christian religion. On
that day much fun is generally anticipated by the young folks; big cakes, fine
presents, egg noggs, and a good time generally is expected.
We wish our friends much pleasure this Christmas, and hope they will not
forget to honor the cause which gave these days of pleasure its name.
MEMPHIS
DAILY APPEAL [MEMPHIS, TN], December 25, 1860, p. 3, c. 3
Church Decorations.--We were kindly admitted yesterday, by the Rev. Mr.
White, to a sight of the Christmas decorations of Cavalry church, and were not a
little struck with its appropriateness and beauty.
Along the side wall evergreens are disposed in double lines of festoons,
the intersections of which form a space bounded with graceful curves; within the
alternate spaces appears a neat cross. From
the four corners wreaths hang in festoons like the drooping of a canopy of
foliage. The altar and its
furniture appear to great advantage. High
above the chancel window is a circle of evergreens, inclosing the motto:
"When they saw the star they rejoiced."
Beneath this is a large star, among the foliage of which are skillfully
placed jets, and when the gas is lighted at night, the effect will be extremely
beautiful. Below the star is a
large cross, covered with evergreens and ornamented with white roses. We acknowledge that we like to see this cross, which heathen
despised and spat upon, displayed with honor in the house of God; it looks as if
the worshipers were not "ashamed of Jesus."
On the sides of the altar the stones containing the epitaphs of the Rev.
Mr. Wright, the first, and of the Rev. Mr. Slater, the second rector of the
church, are neatly decorated, as is also the whole of the noble chancel window.
On the two walls flanking the window appear the two mottoes:
"Blessed be the Lord God of Israel," and "For he hath
visited and redeemed his people." The
font, of white marble, is twisted round with a thick wreathe of ivy, plentifully
intermixed with white roses, the latter an emblem of purity, well suited to the
baptistry. The reading desk and
rostrum are similarly decorated. Over
the organ appears the motto: "Hark,
the heavenly angels sing," and in front of the gallery:
"Glory to God in the highest." The whole is in good taste and very pleasing; it was the work
of Mr. J. P. Lallemand, to whose skill it dos very great credit.
The decorations of the Roman Catholic church are less ornate, in harmony
with the style of the interior. The
pillars have wreaths twisted from top to bottom.
The front of the gallery is very pleasingly ornamented, and in the center
appears a large drawing of an angel; with the motto: "Gloria
in Excelsis. The altar will
excite the most attention, but as it was necessarily late before the decorations
were commenced here, we are not able to give the full description we would wish.
The altar itself has evergreens and roses, with candles at intervals,
very tastefully arranged. On one
side is an angel with one hand pointing to a brilliant star above and beyond; on
the other, a second, with a trumpet, bearing the motto:
"Tidings of great joy." We
understood a third would most likely be added, with the motto:
"Hallelujah," and probably, also, figures of the three kings of
the East. To the labors of Mrs.
Gilmore and the ladies of the Society of the Altar is due the handsome
decorations of the church.
DAILY CHRONICLE AND SENTINEL [AUGUSTA, GA]
December 25, 1860, p. 2, c. 1
"A
Merry Christmas!"
Yes! let it be a merry Christmas. Let us
say for this day, "begone, dull care, I'll have none of thee.
The time must be filled with joy, with happiness, with hilarity and
mirth." Let us for one
day--and this of all others--give
ourselves up without restraint to the festivities, the hearty sports and
pastimes which should be the concomitants of the season.
Let all grim-visaged people "smooth their wrinkled fronts"--let
sober people break out in smiles, as the sun peeps out from a black cloud--let
people with acidity in their tempers and a superabundance of bile, sweeten the
one and do all in their power to remove the other.
And how can they effect these desirable objects?
By contact with the children--watch them in their free, gushing moments
of happiness, and you will grow happier yourselves by sympathy.
There is no deceit about those little ones whose clear, silvery laughter
rings out upon the air like the song of birds or the ripple of crystal brooks.
Is there not contagion in their smiles, their gleeful shouts, their wild
romps? It is enough to make a
cynic's features relax their rigidity, and to make us staid elders utter the
fervent ejaculation, "I would I were a boy again!"
Of all our holidays--and we have none too many of them--Christmas is
esteemed the most, and looked forward to with the greatest anxiety and the
fondest anticipations. It is
emphatically the children's day--set
apart for their special use and behoof. How
they do long for it to come, to be sure! Time
moves so slow for childhood--and alas!
so swift for age. "When will
Christmas come?" is asked on all sides.
"Will it be in a week--in a few days--to-morrow?"
To-day is Christmas, boys and
girls--("young ladies" and "young gentlemen" are myths for
the nonce.) But there is not a
child in our goodly city, who has a home and loving parents, (let us hope they all
have] but knows this is indeed Christmas Day.
The busy note, of preparation in each happy household latterly, has
unmistakably portended Christmas. Mysterious
culinary operations, under the superintendence of "mother," have been
going on for several days in the kitchen. The
cooks were up to their elbows in flour and paste--fragrant steams, suggestive of
various delicacies, "rose like an exhalation"--the sudden advent of
numerous pies, cakes, fruits, fowls, &c., &c., showed there was
something unusual toward. Cupboards
were filled to repletion with such dainties as children love, and the tables on
Christmas day will literally groan with their weight.
The night before Christmas is
an era in the history of childhood. Those
little brains are busy cogitating--they are wondering what they will get in their stockings! Before
these wee forms are safely abed, rows of tiny stockings are suspended in the
chimney corner, ready for the visit of "Santa Claus," who will come
down the flue, precisely at midnight, with sacks and sacks of rare and beautiful
things to deposit in those receptacles. Boys
and girls have implicit faith in St. Nicholas.
He is their patron Saint, whom it were cruel to dethrone before the cold
realities of life, which come all too soon, displace him.
We would not have the old heads--the knowing ones--tell those little
folks the real state of the case.
Don't tell them what paterfamilias has been busy about for a day or two past.
Don't tell them that we saw him, instead of poring over ledgers, or
puzzling over knotty accounts that wont balance, rushing up and down the street on "desperate
deeds intent"--diving into a toy store, and being lost to view for a while,
then emerging and bobbing into a candy shop, again to come forth (all the time
radiant with smiles, and with an inward chuckle, as if he was going to play off
a good practical joke on somebody)--now losing himself in a bookstore, and doing
something mysterious there, which makes the clerks laugh, and which he returns
with compound interest. When that
man goes home, and for fear of disturbing any one, steels in the back way, is
there nothing unusual in his appearance? Are
there no protuberances about his person which were not formed by nature, and
which did not actually exist two hours ago?
What can those things be which
protrude from the distended pockets? A
doll's head peeps out; another one's legs point upward; the handle of a tin
trumpet; a horse's head; a tiny wagon; little boxes with soldiers and horses and
trees; a drum for that boy who has such a military spirit and wears a conical
paper cap and a wooden sword with the tip dyed of a sanguinary hue; parcel after
parcel of candy, made into strange, uncouth shapes, but exceedingly toothsome
for all that; these and many other things which he keeps studiously concealed
from our view, are going to make glad a host of guileless hearts this
morning. Saint Nicholas has hired
an emissary to do his bidding, and the result will be, those tiny socks and
stockings which are wont to encase fairy feet, will be stuffed to their utmost
limit--while numberless gifts of the Saint will be pendant from the outside, too
large for storing in the interior.
But we must not pursue this train of thought farther.
We are fain to believe, as we most fervently hope, that all the little
children of the city, when they arise this joyous Christmas morning, will find some
pretty gift to make them happy--As we said at first, we wish it to be a merry
Christmas; and we can well imagine it will be if all our young friends, have
been remembered by Saint Nicholas--that veritable Dutchman, who had
"A bright shining face, and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly."
--we have all had him in our "mind's eye"--and he is one of the
jolliest fellows in the world, dispensing gladness among children everywhere.
We cannot close this hastily prepared sketch, however, without hinting,
that in this great world of ours, aye, even in our own city, there may be
families where sorrow and suffering are known, and tears are oftener seen than
smiles. Grim Want stands on the threshold of some house holds, and
his great shadow so fills the way, that no sunshine can come in.
All is gloom and misery. Ye
children and youth who have been pampered in luxury--who have never known what
it was to go hungry to bed at night--who have kind fathers and mothers who
anticipate your lightest wish and supply your every want--whose healthy, robust
forms are warmly, comfortably clad--who never saw or felt what Poverty was--go,
and take father and mother with you--go into "the huts where poor men
lie,"--go among those huddling groups of half-starved, ragged children, and
dispense to them of the bounties which, as munificent Providence has bestowed
upon you. Your coming will be as
golden rays of light to those who sit in darkness--as the soft, sweet breath of
heaven to those who gasp for air--as the balmy fragrance of flowers, or the
freshness of springing grass, of the shady coolness of leafy trees, or the
murmur of sparkling streams, to those who toil in desert ways.
Then you may hear the merry laugh where once were only wails and cries,
see smiles dimple little wan cheeks, wrinkles and hard lines smoothed away, and
peace and joy, so long strangers, take up their abode in the poor family. After you have looked over all the nice things which Saint
Nicholas has given you because you were dutiful, kind, and loving at home--after
you have feasted on the dainties which were preparing for you so long in the
kitchen--fill your baskets from this store, and, as we before urged, to around
visiting the homes of the poor. Do this (we had no intention of reading you a lecture when we
began) and then indeed will it be a MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!
MEMPHIS DAILY APPEAL [MEMPHIS], December 25, 1860, p. 2, c. 6
For the Memphis Appeal]
"Krisskringle
done Forgot."
'Twas "Happy Christmas"
morning,
And I lay still in bed,
When from the couch beside me
There peeped a little head,
With a pair of roguish eyes
That sparkled wild with fun,
And a silver voice said softly--
"Dear Sis, has Cristmas [sic] come?"
Then the restless, dimpled fingers
Threw aside the snowy sheet,
And chasing to the hearth-stone,
I saw two pinky little feet;
Then I saw a dainty little sock,
(Unnoticed quite before),
'Twas grasped between the tiny hands
And carried to the floor.
But, Oh! the disappointment;
It was lean, and empty quite!
And sobs that touched my stony heart
Said something was not right;
Then a little check all trembling
Was laid against my own,
And a voice all "broke" with sobbing
Breathed out in saddest tone:
"Oh! Sister
dear, my sock was hung
Just in the lucky spot,
And, Oh! sweet sister, darling,
Krisskringle done forgot!"
I soothed my little sister,
"Till I won a smiling kiss,
Then I pointed to a table,
Full of messages from Kris!
A doll full two feet high
With the blackest real hair,
And loads of cakes and candies
And all sorts of toys were there;
A couch just made to fit Miss Doll,
A wardrobe for her clothes.
And the daintiest fairy library
With gilded books in rows.
A dinner set of China,
Fit to serve a fairy queen,
And a parrot "mighty knowing"
In a coat of red and green--
My little sister's grief soon changed
To wildest merry play,
And one young heart was happy quite,
Upon last Christmas day.
Memphis, Tennessee.
Nannie Oh!
MEMPHIS DAILY APPEAL [MEMPHIS], December 25, 1860,
p. 3, c. 3
Weber's Grand Mass.--The choir of the Roman Catholic church, at the
corner of Third and Adams street, assisted by some of the first musical talent
of the city, and a full orchestra, the whole numbering thirty-five performers,
will this morning execute Weber's Grand Mass in G.
We are assured by a musical friend, who has attended the rehearsals, that
it will be the richest musical treat ever produced in Memphis. The service commences at 10 1/2 o'clock this morning.
DALLAS HERALD, December 26, 1860, p. 2, c. 2
Christmas!
Once more we are in the midst of Christmas festivities—once more we
hear the ringing notes of happiness from girls and boys—once more we hear the
kindly greetings of friends and see their joyous faces radiant with hope and
joy, and hear on all sides, from old and young, that sound so welcome to our
hearts, "A merry Christmas." The
Yule-log burns brightly on every hearth—the Christmas dinner, so carefully
prepared by the "gude woman," smokes on every table and all hearts are
ready and willing to be happy. Our
annual and time-honored holiday comes upon us at this time amidst scenes of
national gloom and disquietude,--amidst scenes of unusual interest, and in times
that are well calculated to try men's souls.
But notwithstanding the alarm that pervades the entire country, we are
glad to see that we are not cast down, nor our souls disquieted within us.
Altho' a nation is about to absolve itself from its allegiance to a
government that might be used to oppress us, as a people we should rejoice that
our independence will be achieved before the bonds are placed upon us, and that
we are not called upon to carol our Christmas lays nor to sing our joyful songs
in a strange land, nor to sit down by the waters of Babylon and weep when we
remember our country; nor to hang our harps upon the willows like the captive
daughters of Israel.
We have much for which to be grateful during the last year, and
especially for that inestimable blessing, a love of Independence and hatred to
oppression. The recurrence of
Christmas at this crisis seems to be symbolical of the birth of a New and Great
People, as it is the anniversary of the birth of the Savior of mankind. We trust that we may, as a people, be a light, a bright and
shining light to the nations of the earth, as the home of Liberty, Science and
Christianity. We say then, let not
this glorious festival pass by unheeded, nor let the prayers of Patriots and
Christians for our country's good, be silenced on our altars.
Let the hearts of our people send up an incense, as acceptable in its
purity and sincerity as are the swelling anthems that to-day peal from the
proudest sanctuaries in all christendom. We
are reminded, in our hours of ease of happiness,--in the festive hall and solemn
church, in prayer and thanksgiving, in joy and sorrow, that the Supreme Ruler of
the Universe, directs the ways and destinies of men as well as of nations, and
that God, in his Goodness, has spared us another year and permitted us to enjoy
the innocent pleasures of another Christmas.
To our readers and patrons, our friends and neighbors, we wish a happy
Christmas, and that their lives may be indefinitely prolonged to enjoy
unnumbered Christmas dinners and countless bowls of Egg Nogg. [sic]
DALLAS HERALD, December 26, 1860, p. 4, c. 1
Cakes for the Holidays.
A lady correspondent of the American
Agriculturist gives the following receipts for making good cake for the
holidays:
Welcome Cake.—Stir a cup and
a half of sugar and half a cup of butter together, with three well beaten eggs.
Sift a teaspoonful of cream of tartar, and half a teaspoonful of soda
with three small cups of flour; this, with half a cup of milk, must be mixed
with the above, and baked in a moderately quick oven.
By adding raisins and currents, ½ lb. of each, a very good fruit cake
may be made.
New Year's Cake.—1 cup of
butter, 1 of sugar, 1 teaspoonful of cream of tartar, ½ teaspoonful of soda,
and caraway seeds to the taste. Flour
must be added till the dough is fit to roll—these require a quick oven.
Spice Cake.—1 cup of sugar, 2
of molasses, ½ cup butter, a teaspoonful of spice, and one of soda dissolved in
a little milk; add flour till it is quite stiff; then roll thin and cut in
cakes. Bake quick.
Wealthy Cake.—Take ½ pound
of butter, ¾ pound of sugar, the same of flour, 4 eggs, 2 lb. of seeded
raisins, 1 pound of currants, ¼ pound of citron, 1 gill of brandy.
Spice well with nutmeg and ground cloves. Bake slowly three hours.
This cake will keep six months. Icing
for the cake: beat the white of two
eggs to a froth, then stir in half a pound of powdered sugar.
Flavor with a little essence of lemon, and spread on with a knife when
the cake is cold.
BELLVILLE [TX]
COUNTRYMAN, December 26,
1860, p. 3, c. 1
On Monday night the boys had a great time, shooting and firing off
crackers. On Tuesday many of our
business men found their signs gone, and different ones in their places. This is bad business, boys.
We wish you would not do so. The
editor, however returns his thanks to them for their regard in letting his
things alone. The boys have
always treated us well.
[LITTLE ROCK] WEEKLY ARKANSAS GAZETTE, December 29, 1860,
p. 2, c. 1
Christmas.—Since our last, Christmas has come and gone.
While the festive season has brought joy to some it has brought sorrow
and sadness to many. The good old
ship of State freighted with our political fortunes, which heretofore, has
steered clear of shoals and quicksands, has been driven by the storms of
fanaticism into the very breakers of destruction.
That she may escape without being wrecked—that we may escape with our
lives and our honor—is the prayer of the patriotic, to which let all say Amen!
SEMI-WEEKLY
RALEIGH REGISTER, January 2, 1861, p. 1, c. 7
Toys and Gifts for Christmas.
China Dolls.
Wax Dolls.
China Toilett Setts,
Vases,
Perferme [sic] Bottles, &c.
W. H. & R. S. Tucker.
DALLAS HERALD, December 11, 1861, p. 3, c. 1
A Concert will be given by Miss Snead, at Lancaster, on Christmas Eve, for the
benefit of needy soldiers now in the service of the government.
It is a most laudable effort, and we wish the accomplished lady most
unbounded success.
[LITTLE
ROCK] DAILY STATE JOURNAL, December 12, 1861, p. 2, c. 1
The Firemen's Ball has been changed to Thursday, 26th inst.,
instead of Monday, 23rd. This
change is very opportune, as the girls intend to hold their fair on the 23rd. There will be abundant opportunities of aiding the soldiers
during Christmas week as we learn. The
ladies intend presenting some new and interesting tableaux.
[LITTLE
ROCK] DAILY STATE JOURNAL, December 13, 1861, p. 3, c. 1
The girls interested in the fair to be held Christmas, are requested to
meet at Major Peek's residence next Saturday, (to-morrow) afternoon, at 3
o'clock.
[LITTLE
ROCK] DAILY STATE JOURNAL, December 25, 1861, p. 2, c. 1
Christmas Day.
What hallowed associations cluster around the memories of this sacred
day! Of all the bright sunny recollections that gladden the
retrospect of childhood's hours, those connected with this joyous holiday are
the brightest. The bounteous favors
of good old Santa Claus; the beautiful presents—pledges of parental love and
tokens of a yet more tender passion; gay dresses and gorgeous toys, fire
crackers, christmas trees, sumptuous dinners, family re-unions—these are some
of the things that always connect themselves with the recollections of christmas.
It is a happy day to childhood, a joyous occasion to the young, and even
old age is cheered and rejuvenated by its lively scenes.
It is the day of all others that revives the sweet sad memories of the
past; the day of all others when we miss absent friends and yearn for the
comforts of "home, sweet home." Oh!
to the sad heart tossed upon the rough billows of tempestuous life, away
from home and loved friends, what associations of mingled joy, sadness and
regret does this day bring! How the
heart aches with the recollections with which it is burdened, and pines for the
old homestead, and the friends who gathered around the family hearth when last
the sacred circle was formed.
To how many such sad hearts did the light of this joyous day unfold its morning
glory? Think of the vast numbers
who are now encamped upon the cold tented field, yielding up the pleasures and
comforts of home and even offering up their bodies a willing sacrifice upon the
altar of their bleeding country. Poor
soldiers! how the sympathies of our
hearts should reach out to them ladened with our most earnest prayers for their
safety and protection.
Five hundred thousand brave, noble gallant sons of the South, that last
christmas were enjoying the festivities of this day, amid the sweet comforts of
home, are now far away from home, exposed to the cold winds of winter, the
rigors of camp, and the perils of a soldiers life.
Poor fellows, we owe them a debt of gratitude which the homage of years
could not redeem. They have
interposed their faithful breasts, a living rampart to shield us from the
destroyers advance, and to protect us in the enjoyment of our rights.
They are heroes and patriots, whose brows should be crowned with the
evergreen chaplets of our undying gratitude.
Brave hearts, may the pangs which you have suffered in dread suspense and
anxiety for your country's safety, never be increased by the still sharper pangs
of a people's ingratitude; may all the sufferings you have so patiently and
nobly borne, be more than compensated in the praise and gratitude that shall
ever welcome and congratulate you as conquering heroes—as saviors of your
native land.
DALLAS HERALD, December 25, 1861, p. 2, c. 2
Christmas! Christmas!!
Once more this ancient festival has dawned upon our land, and all hearts
seem as merry as when, two years ago, peace and prosperity reigned throughout
the length and breadth of the country. But
in reality the times are sadly changed in places, and although we are freed here
from the pressures of the enemy, there are places in our beloved Confederacy
where Christmas will be shorn of half its holy memories, and the heart closed
against the softer emotions that usually obtain at such a time.
Deserted homes and darkened firesides, where the yule-log was wont to
blaze, the silent festive halls and blackened ruins now usurp "the
blithesome and gay" scenes of old Christmas, and many a little pair of
stockings, instead of hanging for Kriss Kringle's present, perhaps now but
barely cover the little red and frost bitten feet of their owners, and the
mistletoe bough hangs untouched and unhonored in its parent stem, moaning in the
cold air of winter, o'er the hard hearts of men.
Christmas with us is as happy as usual, and while we are enjoying its
pleasures at home and meet around the flowing bowl of egg-nogg, crowned with its
snowy diadem, let us reflect upon our soldiers, and if we have anything to give,
let us give it to the needy and may be suffering men, who have volunteered to
fight our battles, and are now exposed to the bleak clime of a more northern
latitude, where the soft and gentle amenities of a home and Christmas times will
be banished in the midst of our joys, let us not forget the absent soldier who
in his heart has said a hundred times, "I wish I were at home to spend my
Christmas." Each one should
send a Christmas gift to the far-off soldier, and show how dearly he is
remembered.
Christmas is a holy time, and will be rendered doubly so, if we improve
it by doing our duty. A happy
Christmas to our readers and friends, and a joyful return of the absent soldier
to his family, is our wish and prayer.
NATCHEZ COURIER, December 25, 1861, p. 1, c. 1
Merry
Christmas.
"Twas the night
before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;"--
Who wrote the above lines? We
should like to know, for, since we can recollect, at Christmas Eve, they always
float through our brain like far-off strains of sweetest melody, and as old Time
silvers our once brown hair, our happy boyhood's Christmas Eve, with its joyous,
innocent sports, rendered more pleasant by the presence of a loved father and
mother, brothers and sisters, comes back to us in thoughts too gladsome to think
upon. "No more; never, no
more."
This morning our little folk will be up with the dawn; soft beds and
downy pillows will have no attractions for them, while little, barefooted feet
will patter over the cold floor to the chimney corner, to see what the Patron
Saint of Christmas gifts has bequeathed them.
How their bright eyes will glisten, as with almost suppressed breath they
proceed slowly and carefully to empty their stockings of their precious
contents. Santa Claus's heart
will be filled with deep, quiet joy, and vow that each succeeding Eve shall
rival the last.
Men and women--you who have to stem Life's stern realities; who battle
for your Country's cause with the sword and needle, on the battlefield and in
the hospital, on the lonely sentinel rounds and about the dying soldier's couch,
in the tent and in the house--to all, Men, Women and Children, we wish you, with
many many happy returns, a "Merry Christmas."
NATCHEZ COURIER, December 27, 1861, p. 1, c. 1
Christmas Day was passed by our citizens very quietly.
The day was exceedingly fine, and its beauty was in no wise marred by
disorder or rowdyism. The churches
were well filled and the exercises were of a very interesting character.
NATCHEZ COURIER, December 27, 1861, p. 1, c. 2
The
Families of the Absent Soldiers.
Mr. Editor: The money
pressure makes the cotton growers almost powerless in affording relief to the
distressed, and as such, cuts of much of that material aid which the condition
of society demands. The planters of
this county, as a class, have done nobly in their contributions for the support
of our soldiers, now in the field, and many of them have furnished articles
liberally to the "Free Market," by which destitute families have been
supplied with the necessaries of life. We
suggest that a cheerful fire in this wintry weather would gladden many a
household, and as Christmas week furnishes a favorable season for such little
kindnesses as bless the giver and the receiver, will not our neighbors in
addition to the meat, meal and vegetables so regularly sent in for distribution,
send in a few loads of wood for the same purpose.
If our planters would think of it we have no doubt that a full supply for
all immediate necessities could be readily furnished.
What say you planters? The
cotton yard of Newman, Buckner & Stockman is offered for the use of such as
wish to help in this matter.
SOUTHERN CONFEDERACY
[ATLANTA], December 27, 1861, p.
3, c. 1
Christmas
Day.
Was clear and pleasant, and everybody seemed to enjoy it more or less.
The usual number of fire crackers and sky-rockets were exploded by the
boys in our streets. The fantasticals
paraded, and every boy or negro in sight or hearing went screaming and huzzaing
after them. A few persons who had
never seen such an exhibition of "masks and faces," long chapeaus,
forked tails and woolly hair, stared, trembled, and ran affrighted like
"Major Jones" at the Female College Commencement at Macon, and were
laughed at for it by all who observed them, the same as "Miss Mary"
did at "the Major."
DAILY
CHRONICLE AND SENTINEL [AUGUSTA GA], December 27, 1861, p. 1, c. 1
Christmas Observances.--Christmas day passed off very quietly in this
city and vicinity. Save the gun
powder demonstrations by the young folks, the "celebrating" did not
amount to much. The weather was
delightful, despite the crisp and frosty air of the early morning, and people
walked about enjoying the warm sunshine, or paid the devours
to the Christmas dinner. Fortunate
were they who had a well-stocked larder on Christmas day.
There were abundance of presents bestowed upon the little ones--and many
a family has its pleasant episodes to talk of in after times.
All our places of business where gifts could be obtained were crowded on
the 24th, and a clerk's post in either of those places was just then no
sinecure. The sales, despite the
hard times, were very large.
Appropriate religious exercises were held at St. Paul's (Episcopal)
Church. On Christmas Eve, the
exercises were protracted to a late hour, and were of quite an interesting
character; and Christmas forenoon, a sermon was preached by Rev. Mr. Clarke. Christmas
day services were held in the Catholic Church, consisting of Mass at 5 o'clock
A.M., and every half hour until 7; High Mass at 10 1/2 A.M., with preaching by
Rev. J. F. Kirby; and Vespers at 3 1/2 P.M.
The interiors of both churches were handsomely decorated with evergreens.
CHARLESTON MERCURY, December 30, 1861, p. 1, c. 3
Richmond, December 25.
Christmas, the fire-cracker Sunday of the year, dawns as brightly as
heart could wish. There is anything
else than "peace on earth and good will to men," yet the present
situation and the prospect before us afford ample cause for gratitude.
We are not perhaps so well off as we might have been, but are intact as a
nation, and after many months of war with a people much superior to ourselves in
numbers and resources, have proved our ability to maintain our independence. Of course, there were egg-nog parties all over the town last
night. "It was the custom of
my ancestors," said a friend, at whose foaming bowl your correspondent
presented himself, "and I intend to keep it up, whether I am able or not,
war or no war." Military
Christmas gifts are all the go among children, judging from the number of little
boys in the street this morning with drums swung from their necks. . . . Hermes.
[LITTLE
ROCK] ARKANSAS TRUE DEMOCRAT, January 2, 1862, p. 2, c. 1
The Close of the Year.—The old year—time—decay—rapid
changes—retrospect—solemn thoughts—departed friends—gallant dead—vain
regrets—cherished memories. War—prospects last spring and now—contrasts—the old
union—Ilium fuil—the future—independence, our own stout hearts and
strong arms—liberty or death—freedom or annihilation—rich and powerful
republic—career of unexampled prosperity and priceless heritage of liberty
bequeathed to our descendants.
We had intended to follow the immemorial custom of editors and write an
article on the above theme, but the imp of the office called for copy and
announced that the paper would go to press before we could do more than write
down the skeleton of the article. As
mothers, in Christmas times, to call forth the taste and sewing abilities of
their daughters, give them an undressed doll, which they may dress to their
tastes, so we present our readers with our skeleton article, to fill up to
please themselves.
SAN
ANTONIO HERALD, January 4, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
The Christmas holidays have passed off pleasantly.
The young people have enjoyed themselves at social parties. Eggnog, cakes and wines have received a due share of
attention, and powder enough has been burned to kill a thousand Hessians.
The gay appearance of the city during the past week would hardly indicate
the hard times and general distress which might be expected to result from such
a war as the country is engaged in. Were
old Abe in San Antonio, he would be more than ever convinced that "nobody
is hurt."
[MARSHALL]
TEXAS REPUBLICAN, January 4, 1862, p.
3, c. 2
Christmas.
The first Christmas in the new Confederacy, although not as gay as in former years, has not been devoid of interest. Relatives and friends, it is true, are in the army. Scarcely a family that has not one or more vacant seats around the fireside and the social board. Usually Christmas has been a day of rejoicing and merrymaking. This year it is serious and solemn, but not altogether gloomy. There are great principles which underlie the existing struggle for freedom in the Southern States, which enable the people to bear serious sacrifices, not only without a murmur, but with a spirit of emulation. Men feel that by secession they escaped a great calamity. That if the Union had continued, their institutions would have been destroyed, and that they would not only have lost their freedom, but have been socially degraded. Providence has smiled upon their exertions. The land has been blessed with abundant harvests. Successive victories have followed their armies. They have been chastened but not destroyed. They feel that the fires of revolution are purifying them socially, morally, and politically. That there is something of more importance than self interest; and that a plain and simple government, upheld by virtue and intelligence, is far preferable to one of opulence and grandeur, when linked with corruption. They feel also that the hour of danger has passed; that there may be difficulties and sacrifices, but that their freedom is secure. And hence, when they survey this broad land, and contemplate its future opulence, have they not reason to rejoice, and look upon the past as a "happy Christmas?"
[LITTLE
ROCK] ARKANSAS TRUE DEMOCRAT, January 23, 1862, p. 3, c. 4
Christmas Day,
Camp Grey, Foot Mulberry Mountain.
}
"At the wee small hour ayont the twal," "when nights
candles had burned out and jocund day stood tiptoe on the mountain top,"
the foam covered goblet was kissed by each member of our gallant little band to
"the old folk at home" and "friends that's far awa."
Aye, to the highest brim was filled each heart and cup.
"Memory," like old mortality, has been busy making legible
those characters impressed on her tablets "lang syne"—aye, far back
when we sat by the old "ingle side" in the rosy hours of
boyhood and watched the sparks from the old yule log and the dainty
fingers of our sweet hearts as they wove the holly and cedar wreath to deck the
festive hall, pass before us like pictures in a panorama.
To us it is a merry Christmas. We
have enjoyed ourselves in regular camp style—we are content, for we feel many
a kind heart whispered, "I wish he were here."
Do you know him, our wagon master, (J. C. Grey) if you don't, consider
this an introduction, and take our word for it if you ever "go for a
soldier," and are lucky enough to have him along, you will not regret it.
The dinner of which we have just partaken must excuse our digression, for
friend Grey contributed a fat turkey, which corporal B*** cooked ala mode,
washed with a libation brewed by Lieut. B*******.
To digress again—what a bar keeper was spoiled in making him a soldier.
That dinner never to be forgotten, interlarded with rich jokes and "concealments"
bountifully dispensed by our junior lieutenant. Ours was indeed a merry Christmas, for in the march through
life's campaign will the participants wander back in memory to the foot of
Mulberry Mountain and love to dwell there as one of the brightest spots in
memory's waste, even in the "glo[illegible]."
Woman too lent her cheering presence, and though strangers, they had a
smile for the way worn soldier. God
bless them. What have they not done for our comfort—their fingers have
never wearied in toiling, and we feel that prayers well up morning and night to
the Giver of all good in our behalf.
Thus far in our toilsome march Providence smiled on us; bearing two days,
we have had delightful weather, and leaving out a chill or two, the health of
the company has been excellent.—We feel proud of our company and when the
tiger strife comes the Adams Battery will do its part.
We cannot close this letter without mentioning the names of Dr. Pitkern
and col. Carroll, near whose residences we camped.
We are indebted to them for kindnesses that a soldier can appreciate. We could mention many others, but we plead the editor's
excuse, want of time and space.
Respectfully,
One of the "Adams Battery."
MEMPHIS APPEAL
[JACKSON, MS], December
19, 1862, p. 2, c. 7
Christmas
Gifts!
Auction Sale,
On Tuesday, December
23d inst., at Messrs. George Fearn & Co.'s store.
French China tea and toilet sets,
Motto Coffee Cups and Mugs,
Cologne Bottles and Powder Boxes,
500 Toy Dinner and Tea Sets,
450 pair Decorated China Vases, worth from $50 to $100 a pair;
Cut and Engraved Wine Sets,
Fowls and Preserve Dishes, with or without covers,
Pitchers Salt Cellars, Finger Bowls,
And a great variety of articles suitable for Christmas presents.
I will also sell Ivory handled Knives and Forks, Plate Warmers, Chafing Dishes,
Brass Fenders, Andirons, Shovels and Tongs, twenty sets rich patterns Oval
Waiters, inlaid with Pearl, and one small Heating Stove, etc.
Sale to commence at 10 o'clock.
J. H. Boyd, Auctioneer.
MEMPHIS APPEAL
[JACKSON, MS], December 20, 1862,
p. 2, c. 2
Concert--Attention is invited to the notice of the concert, to be given
to-morrow evening. The ladies will
be assisted by Madame Rhul. Christmas
Eve spent at Concert Hall, will be an occasion of enjoyment within the reach of
all, as well as affording an opportunity of contributing to a commendable
object.
The ladies of Brandon have determined to hold a fair on Christmas eve, for the
benefit of the village hospitals; and on Christmas day to give a substantial
dinner in aid of the convalescent soldiers.
The fair will be held in the hall of the Shelton house.
SAVANNAH [GA]
REPUBLICAN, December 24,
1862, p. 2, c. 4
The
Veritable Headquarters
of
Santa Claus!
The Home Confectionary of
J. E. Hernandez,
On Broughton Street, near Barnard,
Where Candies, Confectionaries, Cordials, &c., suitable for the
Holidays, can be had warranted free from deleterious substances.
Being daily manufactured under the immediate supervision of the
undersigned, he is prepared to fill orders from families or dealers with care
and despatch.
Grateful for the patronage of the past, he solicits a continuance of the
same.
J. E. Hernandez.
SAVANNAH [GA]
REPUBLICAN, December 25,
1862, p. 1, c. 1
Christmas.
We congratulate our readers on the return of this great festival.
If it does not find them "happy," we trust they will at least
be resigned to such dispensations as a kind Providence may have meted out to
them. The great secret of life is
to be contented with our lot. Good
and evil are allotted to all, and true christian philosophy teaches to bear the
one with meekness and the other with patient resignation to the will of Him who
doeth all things aright. May he
smile on the fortunate, comfort eh distressed, and bind up the broken-hearted!
These solemn times dictate a suggestion.
Let frivolity and extravagance find no place in the present festive
occasion. Let good deeds take the
place of idle compliments, and the thousands lavished on friendship be devoted
to the alleviation of the sufferings of our brave and needy defenders.
This will make Christmas a festival indeed, one on which the Most High
will be compelled to smile.
Pursuant to our custom, no paper will be issued from this office until
Saturday morning. Important news
will be given in the form of an Extra.
CHARLESTON MERCURY, December 25, 1862, p. 1, c. 2
Merry Christmas to you, kind reader.
That is to say, the merriest Christmas possible, under the circumstances.
The noble hymn, written for this anniversary of the great Festival, by
one of our own poets, and published in to-day's paper, reminds us how heavily
the joyous scenes of the season must be fringed with sorrow and distress; how
the gladsome pealing of our ancient chimes, which were wont to usher in the morn
of the Nativity, are drowned to-day in the din of a ruthless war; how the
memories of the heroic dead, whose blood has dyed the battle-fields of the
expiring year, and the thoughts of the not less heroic living, who are watching
and battling and suffering on the border, surge up together to sadden the
Christmas time of '62. Yet it may
be that the little ones will escape these grave reflections, and, though they
may miss something of the well-remembered grandeur of the shops in the holidays,
will yet, with unshaken faith in the inexhaustible bounty of the good old Saint,
who annually fills their stockings with his gifts, spring delighted from their
beds, as of yore, to grasp the presents of the thoughtful Kriss Kringle, whom
neither war nor blockade can banish or repress.
For their sake, then, let the old-time customs of Christmas Day be
faithfully kept up. The Christmas
tree may still blossom with its marvelous and miscellaneous fruit; the mantel
may still be decked with Laurel and Evergreen; the Yule Log may still blaze and
roar cheerily, shedding its generous glow around the hearth, and still may the
children listen to the old chaunt [sic] of the days gone by, and with their
joyful voices ring in the chorus, lustily and mirthfully,--
"Christmas luck and Christmas cheer,
Christmas cakes and Christmas beer,
Christmas far and Christmas near,
For Christmas comes but once a year!"
SAN ANTONIO HERALD, December 27, 1862, p. 2, c. 2
A Bright Christmas Thought from One of Our Little Friends.--A little
six-year-old, in speaking of Christmas the other day remarked that he did not
expect to get any thing this time, as he reckoned Old Santa Claus was a
Conscript and had been sent to the wars.
SOUTHERN CONFEDERACY
[ATLANTA], December 28, 1862, p.
3, c. 4 [note--misspelling due to drunkenness—not my bad typing!]
A
Dull Christmas.
A neighbor thus discourses on his Christmas experiences:
On Christmas Eve the streets were thronged, and everything wore the 'pearance
of hurried preparation. Shoy Tops were crowded, brisness was bisk and hexpectation
was runnin' 'igh--evidently so, for I was guessing that old Santa Anna Claws, or
what you call him, would be on hand, and had a mind to buy a pair of extra
gentlemen's half stockings to hang up.
Every friend I met would "be at home at
-- o'clock to-morrow, and would be happy to see you 'round."
Wonder if some trick aint up? Don't
often get invitations!
Christmas morning found everything in situ quo--thought it was Sunday,
but heard no Church bells. Early in
the morning a venerable friend with a mechanical smile, said "Merry
Christmas to you!" with the same no-motomy--no nomotony (now I've got it)
that the steam road conductor says "All abroad."
During the day a few squads of boys was a crackin' their poppers in the
streets and the Provost Office Guard broke up the peace.
Some body shot, out of the lines of coroberation, and I thought the
Sabbath was desecuted.
During the evening but few people were on the streets, and still it
required constant dodging from side to circumference to avoid collisions with
the pequestreans lookin' 'round for more gnog.
At night I called on a neighbor, without any invitation, and he said they
had just drunk an gnegog; but the block-eg, and the Gover-nog's proclamation and
the speg-nogalators-hic-heg nod ache.
When I waked up I concluded that Christmas was an unlucky season of the
year.
PEORIA
(IL) MORNING MAIL, December 28, 1862, p. 4, c. 2-3
Letter from
"B. Sharp."
High Mass at St. Mary's.
Editor Mail:--I have hitherto done little but find fault with the musical
arrangements of the churches of this city, and really feel a little ashamed of
myself; but I cannot help it, for, first, I think the fault-finding is
"called for," and second, it is my privilege, as a "confirmed old
maid," to find fault, and I shall exercise my prerogative as I think it is
deserved. I am one of those
unfortunately constituted individuals known as "nervous," and, to save
my life, it is impossible for me to quietly listen to a constant succession of
"unresolved discords," or the promiscuous "coming in" of the
various voices of a choir—out of tune and out of time,--as it would be for me
to be easy when tormented with a raging toothache.
Patience is a cardinal virtue, but in the above cases the supply is not
equal to the demand.
For a number of years I have been in the habit, on Christmas morning, to
attend the early service of the Catholic church.
On this, the greatest festival of the year, no pains or expense is spared
to render the service as imposing as possible, and as music enters very largely
into the Catholic order of worship, it is on this occasion, generally, of the
highest order. In the metropolitan
churches the choirs are strengthened by the addition of at least a quartette of
professional vocalists, and also full orchestra is called into requisition. Then and there can the lover of music enjoy a rich repast in
listening to the artistic rendering of the sublime works of Haydn, Mozart, and
some of the more modern masters. But
in this city I did not expect all this, and therefore, when in company with some
friends, we left our comfortable firesides, and encountered the storm and
midnight darkness of Christmas, in our visit to the midnight service at St.
Mary's church, it was not with the expectation of listening to the artistic,
finished performance of the cathedral choir, but I did expect
something—perhaps simple and easy of execution, but still tolerable. The choir commenced the service with the good old hymn, Adeste
Fidelis, during the performance of which, I found that a large proportion of
the singers were Soprano—and some very good voices, too,--the Alto very fair
in one or two instances, the Tenor and Bass I did not sufficiently distinguish
to note peculiarities. The
organ—a sweet-toned little instrument—was very clumsily handled, or else the
accompaniment to the Adeste has been most unharmoniously altered.
Then followed the commencement of the Mass,--the Kyrie Eleison.
The music was not familiar to me, but struck me as being very peculiar in
its composition, or else _____. Then
followed the joyful "song of the angels"—the Gloria in Excelsis—the
opening strain of which was unmistakably familiar—it cannot be mistaken when
once heard. I listened attentively
for what followed. Surely, that
strain was the commencement of the Gloria of Haydn's Third Mass—the
Imperial—but where was the balance? It
must be that some scribbler has surreptitiously appropriated that much to his
own base use, or else the choir of St. Mary's have, in this instance, done what
so many aspiring church choirs have before this accomplished in the same
way—undertook more than they could succeed in doing well and made a signal
failure.
During the entire service that little organ was not quiet for a moment,
but persisted in "showing off" its capabilities of murdering harmony,
and of putting in defiance all known and acknowledged musical laws.
I verily expected it would attempt to accompany the sermon, but to my
great joy it ceased its idle clamor at the moment the reverend father ascended
the pulpit, but only to collect strength to commence with renewed vigor the
moment the sermon was ended. I
think the organist of St. Mary's is determined to earn his salary, and to that
end has concluded to make up in quantity of his performance what he lacks in
quality.
Myself and friends did not stay to hear the conclusion of the musical (?)
portion of the service, but elbowed our way through the throng of worshippers,
there assembled, and sought our homes.
Now, Mr. Editor, I wish to know why it is that second rate choirs will,
on all occasions like the present, almost invariably attempt more than they have
the ability to accomplish? Why can
they not be satisfied with less difficult music?
There is plenty of easy music of a very pleasing style for the use of
Catholic choirs—Masses by Peters, Webbe, LaHache, and very many others—the
tasty performance of which will give good satisfaction to all, both performers
and listeners, and the choir of St. Mary's would do well to practice such and
such only. If you have no
Tenor—and Tenors are hard to find—get the three part Masses of LaHache, for
Soprano, Alto, and Bass, which are very pretty and not difficult of execution,
and if your organist is capable of performing well his part, you will in good
time, by much practice, furnish a style of music gratifying to your honored
pastor, to the congregation, and to yourselves, but until then the music will
be, as it was on Christmas morning, a FAILURE.
Yours,
B#
[AUSTIN, TX] STATE GAZETTE, December 31, 1862, p. 2, c. 3
Christmas
Day.
We wish all our readers a "merrie christmas," though we fear
but few will be able to partake of the enjoyments which are usual on this
festive occasion. We can well remember, when a boy, how many indications might
be seen, for days before the advent of this auspicious season; and how many
hearts, both young and old, were wont to leap with joy with this time honored
festival arrived. These were the
good old times,
"When the Squire's wide hall,
And the cottage small,
Were filled with the best of cheer."
On such occasions, young and old, were wont to unite in one grand
jubilee, and nought but sounds of mirth and notes of gladness could be heard,
among the happy groups, which thronged around each fireside; and when the
evening shades began to fall, many a wanderer far from home, throughout the
year, would seek again the old familiar roof, to greet his friends and neighbors
on the eve, which ushered in the natal day of Him, who died to save a world.
Alas! how changed the scene,
from that of former years! How many
hearthstones now are desolate, where, but a year ago, a happy family met, to
share their Christmas cheer, and bid each friend and neighbor welcome, who might
chance to call, in passing by! How many hearts, that then beat high with future hopes and
expectations, are now laid low and silent in the tomb!
The picture is too sad to dwell upon; but it would ill become us, at a
season like the present, to be unmindful of those patriot heroes, whose best
blood has been poured out, to save our homes from the desecration, and give us,
what is dearer still than life, the liberty we yet enjoy.
Let us not, in our hours of enjoyment, forget the widow and the orphan,
who are now left helpless and dependent, on the cold charities of a heartless
world. Let each, before indulging
in the joys peculiar to this season of the year, contribute to the aid of those
in need. Apart from all the good it
does, our own enjoyments will be much increased, for we shall know, within
ourselves,
"That deeds of charity, which we have done,
Shall stay forever with us, and that wealth
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