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Gentleman's Magazine 1891 part 2 p.133
church on Sundays is somewhat made up for by the very great
regularity with which they appear at all funerals. One of my
friends, who happened to be clad in his best clothes for
some excursion of a semi-holiday kind, was passing the old
stone-breaker, by whom he was accosted in these words: "Now,
John, thou'st meade a mistack; they're not buryin' him
to-day." the squire had, indeed, died, and nothing but a
funeral could properly account for the very respectable
clothes.
At some of the funerals there used to be singing as the
procession moved, and in one instance the minister lost his
book, causing the party to be thrown into a slight state of
confusion. The chief mourner - perhaps a little
self-conscious, as rural folk sometimes are - called out in
impatience, "Now, come, sing something and gang on; we look
very okward standing here." So that it has become a saying
when anything puzzles, "Come, let's sing something and gang
on, as Tom Anderton said at t' buryin' of his mother."
A few relics of superstition may still be found in these
regions. The kitchen chimney in an old farm-house having
taken fire, two lads were poking it to put out the
smouldering soot, when, to their surprise, a bottle fell
down; when they had wiped this bottle they saw that it
contained hair, pins, and needles. They did not open it at
the moment, but later, after showing it to their father,
they expressed their intention of either breaking or opening
it. This, with much fervour and excitement, he forbade them
to do, lest the charm or spell, which he declared
emphatically must depend on this bottle, should be broken
also.
Naturally many of the superstitions are connected with their
stock, on which the farmers have to depend for existence. A
calf which dies under certain circumstances is buried feet
upwards under the groupstone, after having been stuck full
of pins and needles. This is done to prevent a recurrence of
a similar calamity.
A fine old man, now living in decent retirement and comfort,
was accustomed to bind the church with withies to drive out
the witch when the milk was too cold to turn: the scientific
temperature of Dr. Voelcker was not then arrived at. I knew
this good old man well.
It was considered unlucky not to scratch a cross upon the
cheese at Christmas time; but this ancient usage belongs to
a class other than thoese referred to. The most remarkable
case of survival of superstition which I have myself
encountered is the following, which is true of a neighbour
of mine within the last ten years. It was considered unlucky
if, after the birth of a calf, the owner did not distri-
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