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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 567 pages of information about The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb Volume 2.

Day being ended, the Days called for their cloaks and great coats, and took their leaves. Lord Mayor’s Day went off in a Mist, as usual; Shortest Day in a deep black Fog, that wrapt the little gentleman all round like a hedge-hog.  Two Vigils—­so watchmen are called in heaven—­saw Christmas Day safe home—­they had been used to the business before.  Another Vigil—­a stout, sturdy patrole, called the Eve of St. Christopher—­seeing Ash Wednesday in a condition little better than he should be—­e’en whipt him over his shoulders, pick-a-back fashion, and Old Mortification went floating home, singing—­

  On the bat’s back do I fly,

and a number of old snatches besides, between drunk and sober, but very few Aves or Penitentiaries (you may believe me) were among them. Longest Day set off westward in beautiful crimson and gold—­the rest, some in one fashion, some in another; but Valentine and pretty May took their departure together in one of the prettiest silvery twilights a Lover’s Day could wish to set in.

[Footnote 1:  The late King.]

THE WEDDING

I do not know when I have been better pleased than at being invited last week to be present at the wedding of a friend’s daughter.  I like to make one at these ceremonies, which to us old people give back our youth in a manner, and restore our gayest season, in the remembrance of our own success, or the regrets, scarcely less tender, of our own youthful disappointments, in this point of a settlement.  On these occasions I am sure to be in good-humour for a week or two after, and enjoy a reflected honey-moon.  Being without a family, I am flattered with these temporary adoptions into a friend’s family; I feel a sort of cousinhood, or uncleship, for the season; I am inducted into degrees of affinity; and, in the participated socialities of the little community, I lay down for a brief while my solitary bachelorship.  I carry this humour so far, that I take it unkindly to be left out, even when a funeral is going on in the house of a dear friend.  But to my subject.—­

The union itself had been long settled, but its celebration had been hitherto deferred, to an almost unreasonable state of suspense in the lovers, by some invincible prejudices which the bride’s father had unhappily contracted upon the subject of the too early marriages of females.  He has been lecturing any time these five years—­for to that length the courtship has been protracted—­upon the propriety of putting off the solemnity, till the lady should have completed her five and twentieth year.  We all began to be afraid that a suit, which as yet had abated of none of its ardours, might at last be lingered on, till passion had time to cool, and love go out in the experiment.  But a little wheedling on the part of his wife, who was by no means a party

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