130 THE BOOK OF CHRISTMAS.
and then proceeds to give him advice, neither consistent with the assertion in the last line, nor becoming her character:—
" Sweet Jesus, go down to yonder town, As far as the Holy Well, And take away those sinful souls, And dip them deep in hell.
Nay, nay, sweet Jesus said,
Nay, nay, that may not be, For there are too many sinful souls,
Crying out for the help of me."
Both these latter carols are given by Sandys, as amongst those which are still popular in the west of England; and we remember to have, ourselves, heard them both, many and many a time, in its northern counties.
We must give a single verse of one of the ancient French provincial noels—for the purpose of introducing our readers to a strange species of chanted burthen ; and then we must stop. It is directed to be sung, " sur un chant joyeux ;" and begins thus :—
" ftuand Dieu naquit a Noel Dedans la Judee, On vit ce jour solemnel
La joie inondee; II n'etoit ni petit ni grand Qui n'apportat son present, Et n'o, n'o, n'o, n'o, Et n'offrit, frit, frit, Et n'o, n'o, & n'offrit, Et n'offrit sans cesse Toute sa richesse."
Our readers are, no doubt, aware that the carol-sheets still make their annual appearance at this season,—not only in the metropolis, but also in Manchester, Birmingham, and perhaps other towns. In London, they pass into the hands of hawkers ; who wander about our streets and suburbs, enforcing the sale thereof, by (in addition to the irresistible attraction of the woodcuts with which they are embellished) the further recommendation of their own versions and variations of the original tunes— yelled out in tones which could not be heard, without alarm, by