WORDS
'In he comes when I'm all of a caddle.'
'Now, Miss, don't you come stabbling in and out when I am scouring.'
Or,
'I can't come stabbling down that there dirty lane, or I should be all of a muck.'
'The yaffil laughed loud.'-See
Smellfox, anemone.
'Poor old man, the children did terrify him so, he is gone into the Union.'
'I could not sleep for that there randy go they was making.'
'She is so steady I can't do nothing with her.'
VILLAGE SPECIFICS.
To wear round the neck a bag with a hair from the cross on a he-donkey.
Or,
To wear a ring made of sixpences begged from six young women who married without change of name.
An infusion of mouse ear hawkweed (
Grease off church bells.
Rasher of fat bacon fastened round the neck.
To be taken to the top of a steep place, then violently pushed down.
Or,
To have gunpowder in bags round the wrists set on fire.
PHRASES
'Ah! sir, the white surplice covers a great deal of dirt'-said by a tidy woman of her old father.
'And what be I to pay you?'
'What the Irishman shot at,'
'Well, dame, how d'ye fight it out?'-salutation overheard.
CURATE. Have you heard the nightingale yet?
BOY. Please, sir, I don't know how he hollers.
Everything hollers, from a church bell to a mouse in a trap.
A tenth child, if all the former ones are living, is baptized with a sprig of myrtle in his cap, and the clergyman was supposed to charge himself with his education.
If possible, a baby was short-coated on Good Friday, to ensure not catching cold.
The old custom (now gone out) was that farmers should send their men to church on Good Friday. They used all to appear in their rough dirty smock frocks and go back to work again. Some (of whom it would never have been expected) would fast all day.
The 29th of May is still called Shick-shack day-why has never been discovered. There must have been some observance earlier than the Restoration, though oak-apples are still worn on that day, and with their oak sprays are called Shick-shack.
On St. Clement's Day, the 23rd of November, explosions of gunpowder are made on country blacksmiths' anvils. It is viewed as the blacksmiths' holiday. The accepted legend is that St. Clement was drowned with an anchor hung to his neck, and that his body was found in a submarine temple, from which the sea receded every seven years for