Identifier: oursundaybookofr00arch (find matches)
Title: Our Sunday book of reading and pictures
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Archer, Thomas, 1830-1893
Subjects: English literature American literature
Publisher: London : Griffith Farran Okeden & Welsh
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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merry Christmasushered in—though only a single star heralded the first Christmas. And inmemory of that day the Swedish peasants dance on straw; and the peasantgirls throw straws at the timbered roof of the hall, and for every one that sticksin a crack shall a groomsman come to their wedding. Merry Christmas, indeed !For pious souls there shall be church songs and sermons, but for Swedishpeasants brandy and brown ale in wooden bowls ; and the great Yule-cake,crowned with a cheese, and garlanded with apples, and upholding a three-armedcandlestick over the Christmas feast. RURAL LIFE IN SWEDEN. 49 And now the glad leafy midsummer, full of blossoms and the son. of n.Vht.ngales, .s come! Saint John has taken the flowers and festival of Lichen™ /;:; ,;::;;:^ ^^^-^ --: ^ ^^y-^^^ fi^y feet high, with wreaths tdto ten th r r ■ ^ ^ °-^y weathercock on the top not t H n:. : : 7 ^°™ ^ ^^^^ ■ S-*- The sun doesset t,ll ten o clock at n.ght, and the children are at play in the streets an
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The Aurora Boreatis or Northern Lights. m.dn,ght w,thout a candle. O how beautiful is the summer night, which is not s^tdow, r r/ ° ^-y. descending upon earth with dews andShadows aud refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight when of iT-Th;^^ ^^ ^-he, hand in hand, beneath the strrle;s sk^m,dn,ght! From the church tower in the public square the bell tolls the G 5° OUR SUNDAY BOOK. hour with a soft musical chime ; and the watchman, whose tower is the belfry,blows a blast on his horn for each stroke of the hammer, and four times, to thefour corners of the heavens, in a sonorous voice he chants,— Ho ! watchman, ho !Twelve is the clock !God keep our townFrom fire and brandAnd hostile hand !Twelve is the clock ! From his swallows nest in the belfry he can see the sun all night long ; and farther north the priest stands at his door in the warm midnight, and lights his pipe with a common burning-glass. H. W. LONGFELLOW. ©oatei^f. Would you be free ? Tis your chief wish,

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