Tuesday, December 10, 2013
IGNORE the funky symbols/whatever going on in the video. I have NO idea what's going on there.
But I chose this video because it's my favorite version of it. I adore Heather Dale. Unfortunately this is the only one that has the whole song with any kind of quality. Eh.
This version of the song is the translation that was done around 1850. This song has deep medieval roots and has seen a few other incarnations over the centuries, but the story is essentially the same: It comes from the book of Isiah 7:14, which tells of the prophesy of the coming of Immanuel. This song is traditionally sung during the last week of Advent. English translation is below the Latin verses.
VENI veni, Emmanuel
captivum solve Israel,
qui gemit in exsilio,
privatus Dei Filio.
R: Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel,
nascetur pro te Israel!
Veni, O Sapientia,
quae hic disponis omnia,
veni, viam prudentiae
ut doceas et gloriae. R.
Veni, veni, Adonai,
qui populo in Sinai
legem dedisti vertice
in maiestate gloriae. R.
Veni, O Iesse virgula,
ex hostis tuos ungula,
de spectu tuos tartari
educ et antro barathri. R.
Veni, Clavis Davidica,
regna reclude caelica,
fac iter tutum superum,
et claude vias inferum. R.
Veni, veni O Oriens,
solare nos adveniens,
noctis depelle nebulas,
dirasque mortis tenebras. R.
Veni, veni, Rex Gentium,
veni, Redemptor omnium,
ut salvas tuos famulos
peccati sibi conscios. R.
O COME, O come, Emmanuel,
and ransom captive Israel,
that morns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear.
R: Rejoice! Rejoice! O Israel,
to thee shall come Emmanuel!
O come, Thou Wisdom, from on high,
and order all things far and nigh;
to us the path of knowledge show,
and teach us in her ways to go. R.
O come, o come, Thou Lord of might,
who to thy tribes on Sinai's height
in ancient times did give the law,
in cloud, and majesty, and awe. R.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse's stem,
from ev'ry foe deliver them
that trust Thy mighty power to save,
and give them vict'ry o'er the grave. R.
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
and open wide our heav'nly home,
make safe the way that leads on high,
that we no more have cause to sigh. R.
O come, Thou Dayspring from on high,
and cheer us by thy drawing nigh;
disperse the gloomy clouds of night
and death's dark shadow put to flight. R.
O come, Desire of the nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind;
bid every strife and quarrel cease
and fill the world with heaven's peace. R.
Yep, little bit out of period. And I still love the sleeves, so it's going up.
1867 Gold Silk Ball Gown
Gold silk satin gown; triangle shapes over net decorate wide, low rounded neck edge and set-in sleeves (no piping in armscye). Off-white pile fabric flowers with hard white centers trim shoulders. Bodice has two boned "princess" seams either side of CF extending from waist to neck edge below net; side back seams also boned, center backs boned with very narrow round bones that look like baleen. Back princess seams topstitched, back closure thread eyelets; cotton lining in bodice.
Bell shaped 7-gore skirt cartridge pleated all around to waistband--smaller pleats in front, deeper in back. Waistband faced with off-white cotton. Skirt has long train, pocket in right side front seam and left side front slit opening with hook and loop closure on waistband. Skirt lined with cotton bobbinet at waist to 11.5" off-white polished cotton hem facing. Hem edge of skirt 3/8" cording covered with gold satin.
Minor was killed in action at Stones River, Tennessee December 31, 1862 leading a sabre-drawn cavalry charge to protect a critical threatened supply train. According to his friend Colonel (then Captain) Gates Thruston, who witnessed his death:
Alas, when the crisis came a few minutes later they were not in position to successfully withstand the shock. They were unprepared, and not in brigade line. Wharton’s Confederates unexpectedly appeared in great force. His artillery opened fire furiously upon the Fourth Ohio Cavalry, and threw the regiment into some confusion. Soon apparently his entire command charged down upon us like a tempest, his troopers yelling like a lot of devils. They first struck the Fourth Ohio, which could make but little resistance. Col. Minor Millikin, the gallant commander of the First Ohio, led a portion of his regiment in a brilliant counter charge, but had to retire with fearful losses. In the onslaught the dear, fearless colonel, my intimate college friend, engaged in single combat with a Texas ranger, and was slain.
When he died, like most other casualties of the war, he left a family behind to carry on without him. Unlike most other families, Minor's descendants still have photographs not only himself, but also of those left behind.
Minor is buried in Greenwood Cemetery, Hamilton (Butler County), Ohio.
This is Mary Molyneaux Millikin, the widow of Minor. Born in 1836, she and Minor were married in September of 1856. She was a graduate of Oxford women's college in 1852. She would be instrumental in keeping the memory of her "dear dear husband" alive in her son. Mary would remarry in 1870 to Nathaniel West, but the marriage ended in divorce in 1878. This photo is thought to be taken shortly after Minor's death.
This is Paul Minor Millikin, son of Minor and Mary. Born in 1858, this photo was taken in early 1863 to honor the memory of his father killed in battle. Paul would also go into the military, like his father and grandfather before him. In 1875 he entered the Pennsylvania Military College near Philadelphia. During the Spanish American war he served with the 1st Ohio Infantry, attaining the rank of Lt. Colonel. From 1903 1911 he was the chief of police in Cincinnati, and when the first World War erupted, he served as Captain Quartermaster for the (26th Corps) Officer Reserve Corps. Throughout his life he was mindful of his father's memory, a story of sacrifice that stayed with him and very well could have shaped many of his future choices.
This is Mary's mother, Margaret Templeton Kennedy Molyneaux. She was born in October of 1798 in Kentucky to a prominent family, her father having served as sheriff and justice of the peace for their county. The daughter of a Scottish immigrant, her father and grandfather had arrived in the Colonies around 1765. Mary was born on a piece of property located on the Ohio river named "Cassiles", presumably named for the family home back in Scotland. At the age of 21 she married John Molyneaux, a family more recently settled in the area, having come most recently from western Pennsylvania. Margaret passed in the early 1880s.
These photographs and large portions of their story were graciously shared by Jill Stanford, a direct descendant of the Millikin family. I am indebted.
This is listed as a maternity dress, but chances are it's a wrapper. Not to say that they weren't used as maternity wear, but they didn't have to be specifically so.
Brown cotton dress with floral print in white, green and light orange, with partial center front button opening.
Bodice with round jewel neckline trimmed with two inch wide ruffle stitched/gathered to neckline seam so 3/4" of ruffle stands above seam and 1 1/4" of ruffle below or toward body of garment. Self fabric bias finishes inside of neckline seam/treatment. V-shaped inset at back shoulder, narrower at armhole and wider at neckline. Center front opening to below abdomen. Seven one-half inch diameter white glass hobnail buttons and hand-worked buttonholes closure. Ten additional matching non-functional buttons continue down center front of garment to hem imitating garment opening; the "closure" is a pleat of the fabric that is wider at the top and narrower at the hem.
Piped waistline seam extends from side front around back to other side front sewn to skirt. Center front is one piece of fabric from neckline to hem extending about 10" in width at waistline from side front waistline seam. Self fabric tie, 14" long, at right waist of garment sewn at point where waistline seam stops and full length of fabric front begins. Possible similar tie originally on left side as small holes there could be from stitches. Horizontal seam above waist extends across bodice front from side seam to side seam.
Bodice underlined with tan plain weave cotton fabric. At side fronts, underlining piece is free of fashion fabric forming an underbodice with separate closure consisting of ten heavy metal hooks and eyes. Underbodice fronts have two waist darts, back has neck and waist dart.
Long set-in 2-piece sleeves with dropped shoulder and piped armscye seam, lined with two different plain weave cotton fabrics. Ruching (1.5" wide) at sleeve hem in self fabric.
Skirt is very full and floor length, approximately four inch shorter in front than in back. Large pocket in right side seam of white with red print cotton (appears to have replaced self-fabric pocket). Skirt unlined. Hem faced with 5.5" plain weave cotton fabric. Hem edge originally finished to olive green braid trim; however, most of the braid has deteriorated and is missing. Tan cotton hanging tapes attached to SB waist seams.
Garment appears to be all hand-stitched.
Monday, December 9, 2013
This was initially published in the New York World, December 13, 1896. From there it was reprinted in many different publications. This newspaper clipping is included among the Jefferson Davis Papers at Rice University (Houston, TX). Transcribed & uploaded by Michael K. Smith 73177,366.
There were damaged portions to this clipping, and so frequently the words are unclear, or even missing. The transcriber did the best he could, but there are gaps. Fortunately it's not difficult to fill in most of them with context clues. The exact year Mrs. Davis describes is not known.
Christmas In The Confederate White House.
Written especially for the Sunday World Magazine by Mrs. Jefferson Davis.
While looking over the advertisements of the toys and everything else intended to make the children joyful in the columns of the city papers, I have been impressed with the contrast between the present time and the con-[missing] of the Southern country thirty-one years ago, but not withstanding the great facilities of the present time, have been unable to decide whether for the young it was not as gay then as now. For as Christmas season was ushered in under the darkest clouds, everyone felt the cataclysm which [missing] but the rosy, expectant faces of our little children were a constant reminder that self-sacrifice must be the personal offering of each member of the family. How to satisfy the children when nothing better could be done than the little makeshift attainable in the Confederacy was the problem of the older members of each household. There were no currants, raisins or other ingredients to fill the old Virginia recipe for mince pie. [Missing] the children considered that at least a slice of that much-coveted dainty was their right and the price of indigestion paid for it was a debt of honor [missing] from them to the season's exactions. Apple trees grew and bore in spite of war's alarms, so the foundation of the mixture was assured. The many excited housekeepers in Richmond had preserved all the fruits attainable, and these were substituted for the time-honored raisins and currants. The brandy [missing] for seasoning at one hundred dollars a bottle. [Missing] was forthcoming, the cider was obtained. Suet at a dollar a pound was ordered -- and the [missing] seemed a blessed certainty -- but the eggnog -- [missing] were the eggs and liquors to be procured -- without which Christmas would be a failure to the [missing].
EGGNOG FOR THE NEGROES.
"If it's only a little wineglass," said the [missing], dusty-looking negro rubber in the stables who [missing] in the back log (our substitute for the [missing] eggnog). "I dunno how we gwine git along without no eggnog." So, after redoubled efforts, the liquors and other ingredients were secured in admirable quantities. The little jackets, pieced together out of such cloth remaining when uniforms were turned out by the tailors, were issued to the children of the soldiers, amid the remonstrances of the mothers that the pattern of them "wasn't worth a cent." Rice, flour, molasses and tiny pieces of meat, most of them sent to the President's wife anonymously to be distributed to the poor, had all be weighed and issued, and the playtime of the family began, but like a clap of thunder out of a clear sky came the information that the orphans at the Episcopalian home had been promised a Christmas tree and the toys, candy and cakes must be provided, as well as one pretty prize for the most orderly girl among the orphans. The kind-hearted confectioner was interviewed by our committee of managers, and he promised a certain amount of his simpler kinds of candy, which he sold easily a dollar and a half a pound, but he drew the line at cornucopias to hold it, or sugared fruits to hang on the tree, and all the other vestiges of Christmas creations which had lain on his hands for years. The ladies dispersed in anxious squads of toy-hunters, and each one turned over the store of her children's treasures for a contribution to the orphans' tree, my little ones rushed over the great house looking up their treasure eyeless dolls, three-legged horses, tops with the upper peg broken off, rubber tops, monkeys with all the squeak gone silent and all the ruck of children's toys that gather in a nursery closet.
MAKESHIFT TOYS FOR THE ORPHANS.
Some small feathered chickens and parrots which nodded their heads in obedience to a weight beneath them were furnished with new tail feathers, lambs minus much of their wool were supplied with a cotton wool substitute, rag dolls were plumped out and recovered with clean cloth, and the young ladies painted their fat faces in bright colors and furnished them with beads for eyes. But the tug of war was how to get something with which to decorate the orphans' tree. Our man servant, Robert Brown, was much interested and offered to make the prize toy. He contemplated a "sure enough house, with four rooms." His part in the domestic
service was delegated to another and he gave himself over in silence and solitude to the labors of the architect. My sister painted mantel shelves, door panels, pictures and frames for the walls, and finished with black grates in which their blazed a roaring fire, which was pronounced marvelously realistic. We all made furniture of twigs and pasteboard, and my mother made pillows, mattresses, sheets and pillow cases for the two little bedrooms. Christmas Eve a number of young people were invited to come and string apples and popcorn for the trees; a neighbor very deft in domestic arts had tiny candle moulds made and furnished all the candles for the tree. However the puzzle and triumph of all was the construction of a large number of cornucopias. At last someone suggested a conical block of wood, about which the drawing paper could be wound and pasted. In a little book shop a number of small, highly colored pictures cut out and ready to apply were unearthed, and our old confectioner friend, Mr. Piazzi, consented, with a broad smile, to give "all the love verses the young people wanted to roll with the candy."
A CHRISTMAS EVE PARTY.
About twenty young men and girls gathered around small tables in one of the drawing rooms of the mansion and the cornucopias were begun. The men wrapped the squares of candy, first reading the "sentiments" printed upon them, such as "Roses are red, violets blue, sugar's sweet and so are you," "If you love me as I love you no knife can cut our love in two." The fresh young faces, wreathed in smiles, nodded attention to the reading, while with their small deft hands they gined [?] the cornucopias and pasted on the pictures. Where were the silk tops to come from? Trunks of old things were turned out and snippings of silk and even woolen of bright colors were found to close the tops, and some of the young people twisted sewing silk into cords with which to draw the bags up. The beauty of those home-made things astonished us all, for they looked quite "custom-made," but when the "sure enough house" was revealed to our longing gaze the young people clapped their approbation, while Robert, whose sense of dignity did not permit him to smile, stood the impersonation of successful artist and bowed his thanks for our approval. Then the coveted eggnog was passed around in tiny glass cups and pronounced good. Crisp home-made ginger snaps and snowy lady cake completed the refreshments of Christmas Eve. The children allowed to sit up and be noisy in their way as an indulgence took a sip of eggnog out of my cup, and the eldest boy confided to his father: "Now I just know this is Christmas." In most of the houses in Richmond these same scenes were enacted, certainly in every one of the homes of the managers of the Episcopalian Orphanage. A bowl of eggnog was sent to the servants, and a part of everything they coveted of the dainties. At last quiet settled on the household and the older members of the family began to stuff stockings with molasses candy, red apples, an orange, small whips plaited by the family with high-colored crackers, worsted reins knitted at home, paper dolls, teetotums made of large horn bottoms and a match which could spin indefinitely, balls of worsted rags wound hard and covered with old kid gloves, a pair of pretty woolen gloves for each, either cut of cloth and embroidered on the back or knitted by some deft hand out of home-spun wool. For the President there were a pair of chamois-skin riding gauntlets exquisitely embroidered on the back with his monogram in red and white silk, made, as the giver wrote, under the guns of Fortress Monroe late at night for fear of discovery. There was a hemstitched linen handkerchief, with a little sketch in indelible ink in one corner; the children had written him
little letters, their grandmother having held their hands, the burthen of which compositions was how they loved their dear father. For one of the inmates of the home, who was greatly loved but whose irritable temper was his prominent failing, their was a pretty cravat, the ends of which were embroidered, as was the fashion of the day. The pattern chosen was simple and on it was pinned a card with the word "amiable" to complete the sentence. One of the [missing] received a present of an illuminated copy of Solomon's proverbs found in the same old store from which the pictures came. He studied it for some time and announced: "I have changed my opinion of Solomon, he uttered such unnecessary platitudes -- now why should he have said 'The foolishness of a fool is his folly'?" On Christmas morning the children awoke early and came in to see their toys. They were followed by the negro women, who one after another "caught" us by wishing us a merry Christmas before we could say it to them, which gave them a right to a gift. Of course, there was a present for every one, small though it might be, and one who had been born and brought up at our plantation was vocal in her admiration of a gay handkerchief. As she left the room she ejaculated: "Lord knows mistress knows our insides; she jest got the very thing I wanted."
MRS. DAVIS'S STRANGE PRESENTS.
For me there were six cakes of delicious soap, made from the grease of ham boiled for a family at Farmville,a skein of exquisitely fine gray linen thread spun at home, a pincushion of some plain brown cotton material made by some poor woman and stuffed with wool from her pet sheep, and a little baby hat plaited by the orphans and presented by the industrious little pain who sewed the straw together. They pushed each other silently to speak, and at last mutely offered the hat, and considered the kiss they gave the sleeping little one ample reward for the industry and far above the fruit with which they were laden. . Another present was a fine, delicate little baby frock without an inch of lace or embroidery upon it, but the delicate fabric was set with fairy stitches by the dear invalid neighbor who made it, and it was very precious in my eyes. There were also a few of Swinburne's best songs bound in wallpaper and a chamois needlebook left for me by young Mr. P., now succeeded to his title in England. In it was a Brobdinagian thimble "for my own finger, you know," said the handsome, cheerful young fellow. After breakfast, at which all the family, great and small, were present, came the walk to St. Paul's Church. We did not use our carriage on Christmas or, if possible to avoid it, on Sunday. The saintly Dr. Minnegerode preached a sermon on Christian love, the
introit was sung by a beautiful young society woman and the angels might have joyfully listened. Our chef did wonders with the turkey and roast beef, and drove the children quite out of their propriety by a spun sugar hen, life-size, on a nest full of blanc mange eggs. The mince pie and plum pudding made them feel, as one of the gentlemen laughingly remarked, "like their jackets were buttoned," a strong description of repletion which I have never forgotten. They waited with great impatience and evident dyspeptic symptoms for the crowning
amusement of the day, "the children's tree." My eldest boy, a chubby little fellow of seven, came to me several times to whisper: "Do you think I ought to give the orphans my I.D. studs?" When told no, he beamed with the delight of an approving conscience. All throughout the afternoon first one little head and then another popped in at the door to ask: "Isn't it 8 o'clock yet?," burning with impatience to see the "children's tree."
DAVIS HELPED SANTA CLAUS.
When at last we reached the basement of St. Paul's Church the tree burst upon their view like the realization of Aladdin's subterranean orchard, and they were awed by its grandeur. The orphans sat mute with astonishment until the opening hymn and prayer and the last amen had been said, and then they at a signal warily and slowly gathered around the tree to receive from a lovely young girl their allotted present. The different gradations from joy to ecstasy which illuminated their faces was "worth two years of peaceful life" to see. The President became so enthusiastic that he undertook to help in the distribution, but worked such wild confusion giving everything asked for into their outstretched hands, that we called a halt, so he contented himself with unwinding one or two tots from a network of strung popcorn in which they had become entangled and taking off all apples he could when unobserved, and presenting them to the smaller children. When at last the house was given to the "honor girl" she moved her lips without emitting a sound, but held it close to her breast and went off in a corner to look and be glad without witnesses. "When the lights were fled, the garlands dead, and all but we departed" we also went home to find that Gen. Lee had called in our absence, and many other people. Gen. Lee had left word that he had received a barrel of sweet potatoes for us, which had been sent to him by mistake. He did not discover the mistake until he had taken his share (a dishful) and given the rest to the soldiers! We wished it had been much more for them and him.
OFFICERS IN A STARVATION DANCE.
The night closed with a "starvation" party, where there were no refreshments, at a neighboring house. The rooms lighted as well as practicable, some one willing to play dance music on the piano and plenty of young men and girls comprised the entertainment. Sam Weller's soiry[sic], consisting of boiled mutton and capers, would have been a royal feast in the Confederacy. The officers, who rode into town with their long cavalry boots pulled well up over their knees, but splashed up their waists, put up their horses and rushed to the places where their dress uniform suits had been left for safekeeping. They very soon emerged, however, in full toggery and entered into the pleasures of their dance with the bright-eyed girls, who many of them were fragile as fairies, but worked like peasants for their home and country. These young people are gray-haired now, but the lessons of self-denial, industry and frugality in which they became past mistresses then, have made of them the most dignified, self-reliant and tender women I have ever known -- all honor to them.
So, in the interchange of the courtesies and charities of life, to which we could not add its comforts and pleasures, passed the last Christmas in the Confederate mansion.
VARINA JEFFERSON DAVIS.
This newspaper clipping is included among the
Jefferson Davis Papers at Rice University (Houston,
TX). Transcribed & uploaded by Michael K. Smith
Place of origin:
England, Britain (made)
John Morgan, born 1823 - died 1886 (artist)
Materials and Techniques:
Oil on canvas
These are evidently country children, as at least two of them wear the traditional smock still in use by working men and boys in country districts of Britain in the 1860s. Smocks for everyday wear were usually of a strong brown or grey cloth, and all the pieces used in their making were rectangles, squares or triangles. The construction was therefore very economical: it needed no pattern pieces, and wasted no fabric in curved shapes.
Victoria & Albert Museum
Light green silk satin gown with two bodices, trimmed with darker green velvet, ivory satin and small white glass beads; day bodice (c) has replacement polyester chiffon filler closed by drawstring above square neckline; drop shoulder 2-piece coat style sleeves with piped armscyes; 6 dark green velvet covered buttons and hand-worked buttonhole front closure
Hand-stitched evening bodice (a) has a wide rounded neckline edged in lace with a narrow drawstring running through it. Light green silk velvet narrow ribbon and gathered silk net over silk bobbinet fill the space between bodice proper and lace edging. Top of bodice proper also has a drawstring. Gathered silk net also covers short drop shoulder sleeves with piped armscyes. Light green velvet bands with white beads decorate top of bodice with gathered silk net. Five satin covered buttons and hand-worked buttonholes form front closure with hook inside bodice waistband (corresponding loop missing). Inside of bodice is underlined in off-white silk and has 9 short sections of baleen boning covered with silk ribbon at center back, side seams, side backs, side fronts and princess front seams. Off-white linen reinforces left inside front (behind buttons) with another section of boning covered with twill tape. Bodice bottom is corded and seams are hand-overcast. A twill tape waist tape with hook and loop closure is attached. Eleven hooks were later added to bodice inside bottom to attach bodice to top of skirt.
Full bell shaped skirt with flat front and back fullness controlled by large deep pleats is gathered onto narrow waistband. Skirt is trimmed with two bands of darker green velvet with white beads and white satin ribbons criss-crossing between them. Tapes stitched to inside skirt back seams also control fullness to back.