<h2 class="nobreak chap0"><SPAN name="VIII" id="VIII">VIII</SPAN><br/> <span class="subhead">OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE</span></h2>
<p class="center b1">“Now for good lucke, cast an old shoe after me.”—<i>Heywood.</i></p>
<p class="drop-cap3"><span class="smcap1">The</span> folk-lore of marriage is probably the
most interesting feature of the general
subject, to the tender sex, at least, with whom
indeed none other, in the nature of things,
could begin to hold so important a place. In
consequence, all favorable or unfavorable omens
are carefully treasured up in the memory, quite
as much pains being taken to guard against
evil prognostics as to propitiate good fortune.</p>
<p>Quite naturally, the young unmarried woman
is possessed of a burning desire to find out who
her future husband is to be, what he is like,
whether he is rich or poor, short or tall, and if
they twain are to be happy in the married state
or not. To this end the oracle is duly<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</SPAN></span>
consulted, either openly or secretly, after the
best approved methods.</p>
<p>One of the best known modes of divination
is this: If, fortunately, you find the pretty little
lady-bird bug on your clothes, throw it up in
the air, repeating at the same time the <span class="locked">invocation:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Fly away east and fly away west,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Show me where lives the one I love best.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>All charms of this nature are supposed to
possess peculiar power if tried on St. Valentine’s
day, Christmas Eve, or Hallowe’en.
Curious it is that on a day dedicated to All
the Saints in the Calendar, evil spirits, fairies,
and the like are supposed to be holding a sort
of magic revel unchecked, or that they should
be thought to be better disposed to gratify the
desires of inquisitive mortals on this day than
on another. At any rate, calendar or no calendar,
St. Matrimony is the patron saint of
Hallowe’en.</p>
<p>Among the many methods of divination
employed, a favorite one was to drop melted<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</SPAN></span>
lead into a bowl of water, though any other sort
of vessel would do as well, and whatever form
the lead might take would signify the occupation
of your future husband. Or to go out of
doors in the dark, with a ball of yarn, and
unwind it until some one should begin winding
it at the unwound end. At this trial, the
expected often happened, as the enamored
swain would seldom fail to be on the watch for
his sweetheart to appear. So also the white of
an egg dropped in water, and set in the sun,
was supposed to take on the form of some
object, such as a ship under full sail, indicating
that your husband would be a sailor.</p>
<p>Burning the nuts is perhaps the most popular
mode of trying conclusions with fate, as it certainly
is the most mirth-provoking. On this
interesting occasion, lads and lassies arrange
themselves in a circle before a blazing wood
fire, on the hearth. Nuts are produced.
Each person, after naming his or her nut, puts
it upon the glowing coals, with the unspoken
<span class="locked">invocation:—</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“If he loves me, pop and fly,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If he hates me, live and die.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The poet Gay turns this somewhat differently,
but it is not our affair to reconcile conflicting
presages. He <span class="locked">sings:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Two hazel nuts I threw into the flame,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And to each nut I gave a sweetheart’s name,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This with the loudest bounce me sore amazed,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That in a flame of brightest color blazed:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As blazed the nut so may the passions grow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For ‘twas thy nut that did so brightly glow.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>A still different rendering is given by Burns.
According to him each questioner of the charm
names two nuts, one for himself, one for his
sweetheart, presumably the mode practised in
Scotland in his <span class="locked">time:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Jean slips in twa wi’ tentie e’e;<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Wha ’twas, she wadna tell;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But this is Jock, an’ this is me,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">She says in to hersel’:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He blaz’d o’er her, an’ she owre him,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">As they wad never mair part;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">’Till, fuff! he started up the lum,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">An’ Jean had e’en a sair heart<br/></span>
<span class="i12">To see’t that night.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</SPAN></span>
Popping corn sometimes takes the place of
burning the nuts. The spoken invocation is
then “Pit, put, turn inside out!”</p>
<p>There are also several methods of performing
this act of divination with apples. The one
most practised in New England is this: First
pare an apple. If you succeed in removing the
peel all in one piece, throw it over your head,
and should the charm work well, the peel will
so fall as to form the first letter of your future
husband’s name, or as Gay poetically puts <span class="locked">it:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“I pare this pippin round and round again,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">My shepherd’s name to nourish on the plain:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I fling th’ unbroken paring o’er my head,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the grass a perfect L is read.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>When sleeping in a strange bed for the first
time, name the four posts for some of your male
friends. The post that you first look at, upon
waking in the morning, bears the name of the
one whom you will marry. Care is usually
taken to fall asleep on the right side of the bed.</p>
<p>By walking down the cellar stairs backward,
holding a mirror over your head as you go, the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</SPAN></span>
face of the person whom you will marry will
presently appear in the mirror.</p>
<p>The oracle of the daisy flower, so effectively
made use of in Goethe’s “Faust,” is of great
antiquity, and is perhaps more often consulted
by blushing maidens than any other. When
plucking away the snowy petals, the fair questioner
of fate should murmur low to herself the
cabalistic <span class="locked">formula:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“‘He loves me, loves me not,’ she said,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Bending low her dainty head<br/></span>
<span class="i2">O’er the daisy’s mystic spell.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">‘He loves me, loves me not, he loves,’<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She murmurs ’mid the golden groves<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of the corn-fields on the fell.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>As the last leaf falls, so goes the prophecy.</p>
<p>If you put a four-leaved clover in your shoe
before going out for a walk, you will presently
meet the one you are to marry. The same
charm is used to bring back an absent or wayward
lover. Consequently there is much looking
for this bashful little plant at all of our
matrimonial resorts. The rhymed version runs
in this <span class="locked">wise:—</span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</SPAN></span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“A clover, a clover of two,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Put it in your right shoe;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The first young man you meet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In field, street, or lane,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You’ll get him, or one of his name.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>In some localities a bean-pod or a pea-pod
put over the door acts as a charm to bring the
favored of fortune to lift the latch and walk in.
This is old. The poet Gay has it in rhyme
<span class="locked">thus:—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“As peascods once I pluck’d, I chanc’d to see<br/></span>
<span class="i0">One that was closely filled with three times three;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which when I cropp’d, I safely home convey’d,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And o’er the door the spell in secret laid:—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The latch moved up, when who should first come in,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">But in his proper person—Lubberkin!”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>Another mode of divination runs in this way:
On going to bed the girl eats two spoonfuls of
salt. The salt causes her to dream that she is
dying of thirst; and whoever the young man
may be that brings her a cup of water, in her
dream, is the one she will <span class="locked">marry.<SPAN name="FNanchor_16" id="FNanchor_16" href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">16</SPAN></span></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</SPAN></span></p>
<p>If after seeing a white horse you count a
hundred, the first gentleman you meet will be
your future husband.</p>
<p>So far as appearances go, at least, the custom
of brewing love-philters or love-potions, to
forestall or force the natural inclinations, has
completely died out. From this source the
astrologers, magicians, and fortune-tellers of
former times reaped a rich harvest. Many
instances of the use of this old custom occur
in literature. Josselyn naïvely relates the only
one we can call to mind, coming near home to
us. He says: “I once took notice of a wanton
woman’s compounding the solid roots of this
plant (Satyrion) with wine, for an amorous cup,
which wrought the desired effect.”</p>
<p>Would that the hideous and barbarous custom
of administering poisons to gratify the
cravings of hatred or the pangs of jealousy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</SPAN></span>
had become equally obsolete! But alas! the
“green-eyed monster” is “with us yet.”</p>
<p>It is a fact, well known to students of folk-lore,
that those customs or usages relating to
marriage are not only among the oldest, but
have become too firmly intrenched in the popular
mind to be easily dislodged. Thus, the
ceremony of Throwing the Shoe continues to
hold an honored place among marriage customs.
In another place, it has been referred
to as sometimes employed in the common concerns
of life. But in the case of marriage, a
somewhat deeper significance is attached to it.
It is but fair to say, however, that authorities
differ widely as to its origin, some referring it
to the testimony of the Scriptures (Deut. xxv.),
where the loosing of a shoe from a man’s foot
by the woman he has refused to marry, is made
an act of solemn renunciation in the presence
of the elders. Thereafter, the obdurate one
was to be held up to the public scorn, and his
house pointed at as “the house of him that
hath his shoe loosed.” So again we read in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</SPAN></span>
Ruth of a man who plucked off his shoe, and
gave it to his kinsman, as an evidence to the
act of renunciation, touching the redeeming of
land, and this, we are there told, was then the
manner in Israel. Hence, it has been very
plausibly suggested, especially by Mr. Thrupp,
in “Notes and Queries,” that throwing an old
shoe after a bride was at first a symbol of
renunciation of authority over her, by her
father or guardian. However that may be, it
is certain that no marriage ceremony is considered
complete to-day without it, although
there is danger of its being brought into ridicule,
and so into disrepute, by such nonsensical
acts as tying on old shoes to the bride’s trunks,
or to some part of her carriage, as I have seen
done here in New England, the original design
of the custom being lost sight of in the too evident
purpose to make the wedded pair as conspicuous
as possible, and their start on life’s
journey an occasion for the outbreak of ill-timed
buffoonery.</p>
<p>In “Primitive Marriage” Mr. McLennan<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</SPAN></span>
thinks that throwing the shoe may be a relic
of the ancient custom, still kept up among certain
Hindu tribes, where the bride, either in
fact or in appearance only, is forcibly carried
off by the groom and his friends, who are, in
turn, themselves hotly pursued and in good
earnest pelted with all manner of missiles,
stones included, by the bride’s kinsfolk and
tribesmen. This sham assault usually ends in
the pursuers giving up the chase,—as, indeed,
was intended beforehand,—and is probably a
survival of the earliest of marriage customs,
namely, that of stealing the bride, as recorded
in ancient history. But this explanation is
chiefly interesting as fixing the <i>status</i> of
woman in those primitive days, when she was
more like the slave of man than his equal.
That relation is now so far reversed, however,
that it is now the man who has become the
humble suitor and declared servitor of womankind.
So, at least, he insists. Now and then,
though quite rarely, the old barbaric custom
is recalled by the forcible abduction of some<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</SPAN></span>
unwilling victim by her rejected lover; but
only in a few instances, so far as we know,
has a bride been kidnapped and held to ransom,
in this country, before being restored to
her friends. The American Indians are known
to have practised this custom of stealing the
bride, quite after the manner described by
Mr. McLennan as in vogue among the
Hindus.</p>
<p>Even royalty itself must bow to the behests
of old custom, as well as common mortals.
When the Duke and Duchess of Albany left
Windsor, while they were still within the private
grounds, the bridegroom’s three brothers
and Princess Louise and Princess Beatrice ran
across a part of the lawn enclosed within a
bend of the drive, each armed with a number
of old shoes, with which they pelted the
“happy pair.” The Duke of Albany returned
the fire from the carriage with the ammunition
supplied him by his friendly assailants, causing
the heartiest laughter by a well-directed
shot at the Duke of Edinburgh.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</SPAN></span>
It was always reckoned a good omen if the
sun shone on a couple when coming out of
church. Hence the saying: “Happy is the
bride that the sun shines on.”</p>
<p>Every one knows, if not from experience, at
least by observation, what self-consciousness
dwells in a newly married pair—what pains
they take to appear like old married folk, and
what awkward attempts they make to assume
the <i xml:lang="fr" lang="fr">dégagé</i> air of ordinary travellers. As
touching this feature of the subject, I one
day saw a carriage driven past me, at which
every one stopped to look, and stare in a way
to attract general attention, and after looking,
gave a broad grin. The reason was apparent.
On the back of the carriage was hung a large
placard, labelled “Just Married.” Several old
shoes, besides some long streamers of cheap
cotton cloth, were dangling from the trunks
behind. When the carriage, thus decorated,
drew up at the station, followed by a hooting
crowd of street urchins, it was greeted with
roars of laughter by the throng of idlers in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</SPAN></span>
waiting, while the unconscious cause of it all
first learned on alighting what a sensation
they had so unwittingly created.</p>
<p>The custom of throwing rice over a bride,
as an emblem of fruitfulness, also is very old,
though in England it was originally wheat
that was cast upon her head. The poet
Herrick says to the bride,</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="i32">“While some repeat<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Your praise and bless you sprinkling you with wheat.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>All the sentiment of this pretty and very
significant custom is in danger of being killed
by excess on the part of the performers, who
so often overdo the matter as to render themselves
supremely ridiculous, and the bride very
uncomfortable, to say the least. To scatter
rice, as if one were sowing it by the acre,
when a handful would amply fulfil all the
requirements of the custom, is something as
if an officiating clergyman should pour a pailful
of water on an infant’s head, instead of
sprinkling it, at a baptism.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</SPAN></span>
It is not surprising that now and then cases
arise where a newly married couple try to
escape from the shower prepared for them
by giving these over-zealous assistants the slip.
A chase then begins corresponding somewhat
to that just related of ignorant barbarians;
and woe to the runaways if the pursuers
should catch up with them!</p>
<p>The custom of furnishing bride-cake at a
wedding is said to be a token of the firm
union between man and wife, just as from
immemorial time breaking bread has been held
to have a symbolic meaning. The custom is
centuries old. At first it was only a cake
of wheat or barley. What it is composed of
now, no man can undertake to say. That it
is conducive to dreaming, or more probably
to nightmare, few, we think, will care to dispute.</p>
<p>We learn that it was a former custom to
cut the bride-cake into little squares or dice,
small enough to be passed through the wedding-ring.
A slice drawn through the ring<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</SPAN></span>
thrice (some have it nine times), and afterward
put under the pillow, will make an
unmarried man or woman dream of his or
her future wife or husband. This is another
of those old customs of which trial is so
often made “just for the fun of the thing,
you know!”</p>
<p>The <i xml:lang="it" lang="it">Charivari</i>, or mock serenade, is another
custom still much affected in many places,
notably so in our rural districts, though to our
own mind “more honored in the breach than
in the observance.” The averred object is to
make “night hideous,” and is usually completely
successful. In the wee sma’ hours,
while sleeping peacefully in their beds, the
newly wedded pair are suddenly awakened by
a most infernal din under their windows, caused
by the blowing of tin horns, the thumping of
tin pans, ringing of cowbells, and like instruments
of torture. To get rid of his tormentors
the bridegroom is expected to hold an impromptu
reception, or, in other words, “to treat
the crowd,” which is more often the real object<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</SPAN></span>
of this silly affair, to which we fail to discover
one redeeming feature.</p>
<p>The custom of wearing the wedding ring
upon the left hand originated, so we are told,
in the common belief that the left hand lay
nearest to the heart.</p>
<p>As is well known, the Puritans tried to
abolish the use of the ring in marriage. According
to Butler in “Hudibras”:—</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Others were for abolishing<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That tool of matrimony—a ring<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With which the unsatisfied bridegroom<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Is married only to a thumb.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>The times have indeed changed since in
the early days of New England no Puritan
maiden would have been married with a ring
for worlds. When Edward Winslow was cited
before the Lord’s Commissioners of Plantations,
upon the complaint of Thomas Morton, he was
asked among other things about the marriage
customs practised in the colony. He answered
frankly that the ceremony was performed by
magistrates. Morton, his accuser, declares that<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</SPAN></span>
the people of New England held the use of a
ring in marriage to be “a relic of popery, a
diabolical circle for the Devell to daunce in.”</p>
<p>The first marriage in Plymouth Colony, that
of the same Edward Winslow to Susannah
White, was performed by a magistrate, as being
a civil rather than a religious contract. From
this time to 1680, marriages were solemnized
by a magistrate, or by persons specially appointed
for that purpose, who were restricted to
particular towns or districts. Governor Hutchinson,
in his history of Massachusetts, says he
believes “there was no instance of marriage by
a clergyman during their first charter.” If a
minister happened to be present, he was desired
to pray. It is difficult to assign the reason why
clergymen were excluded from performing this
ceremony. In new settlements, it must have
been solemnized by persons not always the
most proper for that purpose, considering of
what importance it is to society, that a sense
of this ordinance, at least in some degree
sacred, should be maintained and preserved.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</SPAN></span>
The first marriage solemnized at Guilford,
Connecticut, took place in the minister’s house.
It is not learned whether he performed the
ceremony or not. The marriage feast consisted
wholly of pork and beans. As time wore on,
marriages became occasions of much more ceremony
than they were fifty or sixty years ago.
During the Revolutionary period, and even later,
the bride was visited daily for four successive
weeks.</p>
<p>A gold wedding-ring is accounted a sure cure
for sties.</p>
<p>If the youngest daughter of the family
should be married before her older sisters,
they must all dance at her wedding in their
stockings-feet, if they wish to have husbands.</p>
<p>It is strongly enjoined upon a bride, when
being dressed for the marriage ceremony, to
<span class="locked">wear,—</span></p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Something old and something new,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Something borrowed and something blue,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And a four-leaved clover in her shoe.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>June is now at the height of popularity as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</SPAN></span>
the month of all months to get married in,
for no other reason that I can discover, than
that it is the month of roses, when beauty
and plenty pervade the fair face of nature.</p>
<p>It is now the custom for the bride, if she
is married at home, or on returning there
from church, to throw away her bouquet for
the guests to scramble for. The one getting
the most flowers will be married first, and
so on.</p>
<p>Giving wedding presents was not practised
before the present (nineteenth) century.</p>
<p>One old marriage custom, though long since
obsolete, may be briefly alluded to here, not
only for its singularity, but for its suggestiveness
touching a state of mind that would
admit of such tomfoolery. This was the so-called
Smock-marriage, in which the bride
went through the ceremony standing only in
her shift, thereby declaring herself to be possessed
of no more than she came into the
world with. On being duly recorded, the act
exempted the husband from liability for his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</SPAN></span>
wife’s debts previously contracted. If she
went through this ridiculous performance in
the presence of witnesses, and in the “King’s
Highway,” that is to say, the lawfully laid
out public road, she thereby cleared herself
from any old indebtedness. As amazing as
it may seem, several such cases are recorded
in New England, the formalities observed differing
somewhat in different localities.</p>
<p>It is considered unlucky to get married
before breakfast.</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“If you marry in Lent,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">You will live to repent.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>May is considered an unlucky month to be
married in.</p>
<div class="center-container"><div class="poem">
<span class="iq">“Marry in May,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And you’ll rue the day.”<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>To remove an engagement or wedding ring
from the finger is also a bad <span class="locked">omen.<SPAN name="FNanchor_17" id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">17</SPAN></span> To lose
either of them, or to have them broken on
the finger, also denotes misfortune.</p>
<p>It is extremely unlucky for either the bride<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</SPAN></span>
or groom to meet a funeral when on their
way to be married.</p>
<p>It is an unlucky omen for the church
clock to strike during the performance of a
marriage ceremony, as it is said to portend the
death of one of the contracting parties before
the year is out.</p>
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