MACCULLOCH.
Guernsey.
_St. Clement's Apple Feast in Staffordshire._--On the feast of St.
Clement's (Nov. 23) the children go round to the various houses in the
villages to which they belong singing the following doggerel:
"Clemany! Clemany! Clemany mine!
A good red apple and a pint of wine,
Some of your mutton and some of your veal,
If it is good, pray give me a deal;
If it is not, pray give some salt.
Butler, butler, fill your bowl;
If thou fillst it of the best,
The Lord'll send your soul to rest;
If thou fillst it of the small,
Down goes butler, bowl and all.
Pray, good mistress, send to me
One for Peter, one for Paul,
One for Him who made us all,
Apple, pear, plum, or cherry,
Any good thing to make us merry;
A bouncing buck and a velvet chair,
Clement comes but once a year;
Off with the pot and on with the pan,
A good red apple and I'll begone."
How the above came to be conglomerated I know not, as there seem to be at
least three separate compositions pressed into St. Clement's service.
I shall be glad to know if any of your contributors can furnish farther
illustrations of St. Clement's apple feast. I believe, in Worcestershire,
St. Catherine and St. Clement unite in becoming the patrons on these
occasions.
G. E. T. S. R. N.
_New Year's Eve and New Year's Day._--Another German custom prevalent in
Philadelphia is the custom of celebrating the departure of the old year and
the arrival of the new by discharges of fire-arms. As soon as the sun sets
the firing commences, and it is kept up all night with every description of
musket, fowling-piece, and pistol. It is called "firing out the old year"
and "firing in the new year."
UNEDA.
Philadelphia.
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Minor Notes.
_Carlist Calembourg._--The original of the French _jeu d'esprit_ in Vol.
viii., p. 242., was a Carlist calembourg circulated in the _salons_ about
the middle of 1831:
"La nation n'aime pas Louis-Philippe mais en rit (Henri)."
There was another also very popular:
"In travelling to Bordeaux you must go to Orleans."
V. T. STERNBERG.
_Jewish Custom._--In a recently published music-novel of some merit, called
_Charles Auchester_, occurs the following:
"'I shall treat him as my son, because he will indeed be my
music-child, and no more indebted to me than I am to music, or than we
all are to Jehovah.' _'Sir, you are certainly a
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