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<h2>CHAPTER XIV</h2>
<h3>MORE HALLOWTIDE BELIEFS AND CUSTOMS</h3>
<p>Only the Celts and the Teutons celebrate
an occasion actually like our Hallowe'en.
The countries of southern Europe make of it
a religious vigil, like that already described
in France.</p>
<p>In Italy on the night of All Souls', the
spirits of the dead are thought to be abroad,
as in Brittany. They may mingle with living
people, and not be remarked. The
<i>Miserere</i> is heard in all the cities. As the
people pass dressed in black, bells are rung
on street corners to remind them to pray for
the souls of the dead. In Naples the skeletons
in the funeral vaults are dressed up, and the
place visited on All Souls' Day. In Salerno
before the people go to the all-night service at
church they set out a banquet for the dead.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143" href="#Page_143"></SPAN></span>
If any food is left in the morning, evil is in
store for the house.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hark! Hark to the wind! 'T is the night, they say,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When all souls come back from the far away—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The dead, forgotten this many a day!<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And the dead remembered—ay! long and well—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the little children whose spirits dwell<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In God's green garden of asphodel.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Have you reached the country of all content,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O souls we know, since the day you went<br/></span>
<span class="i0">From this time-worn world, where your years were spent?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Would you come back to the sun and the rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The sweetness, the strife, the thing we call pain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And then unravel life's tangle again?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I lean to the dark—Hush!—was it a sigh?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or the painted vine-leaves that rustled by?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or only a night-bird's echoing cry?"<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite25"><span class="smcap">Sheard</span>: <i>Hallowe'en.</i><br/></p>
<p>In Malta bells are rung, prayers said, and<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144" href="#Page_144"></SPAN></span>
mourning worn on All Souls' Day. Graves
are decorated, and the inscriptions on tombs
read and reread. For the poor is prepared an
All Souls' dinner, as cakes are given to the
poor in England and Wales. The custom of
decorating graves with flowers and offering
flowers to the dead comes from the crowning
of the dead by the ancients with short-lived
blooms, to signify the brevity of life.</p>
<p>In Spain at dark on Hallowe'en cakes and
nuts are laid on graves to bribe the spirits not
to disturb the vigils of the saints.</p>
<p>In Germany the graves of the dead are
decorated with flowers and lights, on the first
and second of November. To drive away
ghosts from a church a key or a wand must
be struck three times against a bier. An All
Souls' divination in Germany is a girl's going
out and asking the first young man she meets
his name. Her husband's will be like it. If
she walks thrice about a church and makes a
wish, she will see it fulfilled.</p>
<p>Belgian children build shrines in front of
their homes with figures of the Madonna and<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_145" id="Page_145" href="#Page_145"></SPAN></span>
candles, and beg for money to buy cakes. As
many cakes as one eats, so many souls he
frees from Purgatory.</p>
<p>The races of northern Europe believed that
the dead returned, and were grieved at the
lamentations of their living relatives. The
same belief was found in Brittany, and among
the American Indians.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Think of this, O Hiawatha!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Speak of it to all the people,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That henceforward and forever<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They no more with lamentations<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sadden souls of the departed<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the Islands of the Blessèd."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite2"><span class="smcap">Longfellow</span>: <i>Hiawatha</i>.<br/></p>
<p>The Chinese fear the dead and the dragons
of the air. They devote the first three weeks
in April to visiting the graves of their ancestors,
and laying baskets of offerings on
them. The great dragon, Feng-Shin, flies
scattering blessings upon the houses. His
path is straight, unless he meets with some
building. Then he turns aside, and the
owner of the too lofty edifice misses the<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_146" id="Page_146" href="#Page_146"></SPAN></span>
blessing.</p>
<p>At Nikko, Japan, where there are many
shrines to the spirits of the dead, masques are
held to entertain the ghosts who return on
Midsummer Day. Every street is lined with
lighted lanterns, and the spirits are sent back
to the otherworld in straw boats lit with
lanterns, and floated down the river. To see
ghosts in Japan one must put one hundred
rush-lights into a large lantern, and repeat
one hundred lines of poetry, taking one light
out at the end of each line; or go out into
the dark with one light and blow it out.
Ghosts are identified with witches. They
come back especially on moonlit nights.</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>"On moonlight nights, when the coast-wind
whispers in the branches of the tree, O-Matsue
and Teoyo may sometimes be seen, with bamboo
rakes in their hands, gathering together the
needles of the fir."</p>
<p class="cite">
<span class="smcap">Rinder</span>: <i>Great Fir-Tree of Takasago.</i></p>
</div>
<p>There is a Chinese saying that a mirror is
the soul of a woman. A pretty story is told<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_147" id="Page_147" href="#Page_147"></SPAN></span>
of a girl whose mother before she died gave
her a mirror, saying:</p>
<p>"Now after I am dead, if you think longingly
of me, take out the thing that you
will find inside this box, and look at it.
When you do so my spirit will meet yours,
and you will be comforted." When she was
lonely or her stepmother was harsh with her,
the girl went to her room and looked earnestly
into the mirror. She saw there only
her own face, but it was so much like her
mother's that she believed it was hers indeed,
and was consoled. When the stepmother
learned what it was her daughter cherished
so closely, her heart softened toward the
lonely girl, and her life was made easier.</p>
<p>By the Arabs spirits were called Djinns (or
genii). They came from fire, and looked
like men or beasts. They might be good or
evil, beautiful or horrible, and could disappear
from mortal sight at will. Nights when they
were abroad, it behooved men to stay under
cover.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ha! They are on us, close without!<br/><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148" href="#Page_148"></SPAN></span></span>
<span class="i2">Shut tight the shelter where we lie;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With hideous din the monster rout,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Dragon and vampire, fill the sky."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="cite2"><span class="smcap">Hugo</span>: <i>The Djinns.</i><br/></p>
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