Journal: January 17th (Old Twelfth Day)

The Christmas season not only provides an antiquarian treasury; it is my favourite time of year. And even by the old calendar (according to which I might celebrate Twelfth Day Eve tonight), I must, with a sigh, admit that it is finally once more at an end. Perhaps few are aware of the mid eighteenth-century calendrical transformations that allow such a contrived extension of festivities?!

Some (mostly, but not only, in the South-West) do still keep up ‘Old Twelvy’ traditions, by Wassailing orchards on January 17th. But I regret that such celebrations are now a minority pastime; and I expect that many would now see resistance to the transition from the Julian to Gregorian Calendar in 1752 through such observances as merely superstitious opposition to change.

The 'loss' of eleven days was surely most unsettling: we might imagine how many today would react to the prospect of retiring to bed on September 2nd, and arising the next day on September 14th!

How might we now also respond to a corresponding transference of New Year’s Day to another date in the calendar? Transmission of the turning year from March 25th, to January 1st, clearly caused more perplexity for contemporaries, than it continues does for modern-day historians (resulting in the need to convert ‘old dates’ – o.d. – into ‘new’ – n.d.; the requirement to add a year to those that fall between Jan. 1st and Mar. 25th before the change can be most confusing)!

I look forward to finding further comments and incidents relating to this episode in English history, with particular regard to Derby and the County. Hitherto, I have encountered only occasional references to this change within the local newspaper, the Derby Mercury.[i] But at this time, this publication (the only newspaper of the town) primarily reported news of national interest; and I would like to know more about affects upon everyday life!

I may collate more information within a future journal entry, and perhaps integrate this within a public talk.

Notes 

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[i] E.g. in the previous year, regarding the Parliamentary Bill: Derby Mercury, 15 March 1751 (o.d.!).

Journal: January 9th. Reflections on Twelfth Night

Now that my Twelfth Night guests have departed, I might briefly reflect upon the delightful time that was had by all on the 6th – the festivities even more splendid than on Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve!

We were fortune to purchase one of Johnson’s prize Twelfth cakes – such magnificence: sweet icing, rich and juicy fruit, delicate figures decorating the top, and what a size! Perhaps I shall bake my own Twelfth cake next year?

Derby Mercury report (12th January, 1804) on Twelfth Night Masquerade Ball

Although grander households (and increasingly, commercial establishment) throw masquerade balls on this night (of which we know from newspaper reports, and only rarely from invitation!), we contented ourselves with more modest masques. We had purchased a set of Twelfth Night character cards from Johnson’s; Dr Leach (of course!) King, and I the Queen (as would only be fitting!), our guests assuming the role of other courtiers – so much gaiety! I might even create my own set of cards for next year’s party, with characters better suited to the temperaments of our guests!

My antiquarian interests inform me of majestic and noble traditions (surely following the lead of their betters, also the poor and middling sorts!) of gambling on Twelfth Night, although I see no such sports mentioned in the press in these early years of the nineteenth century. Notwithstanding, we follow old court traditions by playing at dice and cards – although our stakes were surely much more meagre than those of wealthier citizens, and more generous than those of our more humble neighbours.

We ended the evening with the forfeits contrived earlier by those forgetting to remain in the character that they had drawn. However, (as my 21st century self has noted previously) we decided to forego Ravel's suggestions and instead fulfilled less boisterous, and more seemly, penalties.

I can now look forward to what this year might bring, and hope that it will be as happy for my family and companions (and I trust, my servants and forthcoming pupils) as it has been in recent months.

Journal of a Lady Antiquary: January 5th

Continuing preparations for the Twelfth Night gathering. Although I look forward with eager anticipation to greeting our guests, I am thankful that they will not arrive until tomorrow!

I had heard that the celebrations of Catholic families take place tonight, and not on the 6th (as is the custom of all whom I know – whether rich, poor, or of moderate income), but saw no signs of such festivities in our town today or this evening. I wonder whether England celebrated on the 5th prior to the Reformation or Commonwealth period?

Journal of a Lady Antiquary: January 1st

With a view to betterment, I have decided to begin the New Year by keeping a journal. It is unlikely that I shall write every day; and what I do write will merely document my activities and thoughts so that I might reflect upon my progress throughout the coming year. Entries will first appear as posts (labelled 'journal'), and will be collated on the Journal page. 

My first entry is as follows:

January 1st (New Year's Day)

Made merry last night in celebrating the turn of the year. Although piqued by antiquarian interest to try the ancient beverage of wassail, I found the aroma unappealing (the spices almost overwhelming), and resisted temptation. By the sore heads of the gentlemen this morning, I feel my lack of adventure vindicated! I shall endeavour to find a less pungent receipt for another occasion, so that I might taste the potion oft claimed as instrumental in bringing about a royal marriage between our Saxon and British forebears (despite my misgivings regarding the veracity of the Hengist and Horsa legend)![i] 

Notes

[i] In Book VI, Chapter 12 of the 12th century Historia regumBritanniae, Geoffrey of Monmouth writes of the marriage in the 5th century between the British king Vortigern, and Rowenna, daughter of Anglo-Saxon invader, king Hengist. Vortigern is said to have fall in love with her after drinking what is popularly supposed to be the beverage now known as ‘wassail’ (whereas in the legend the significance of the term is as a toast, the drink perhaps being another intoxicating beverage). Bearing in mind the late date of this text; its political agenda; use of sources that were themselves potentially inventive; and that the more closely contemporaneous Gildas mentions none of these characters by name in his 6th century De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae, the legend rests on dubious footings. For a balanced discussion of the legend, see (2013) Worlds of Arthur: Facts and Fictions of the Dark Ages (Oxford: OUP), by the eminent specialist on this period, Guy Halsall.