There's an invitation for you — comprehen sive enough to include even a mother-in-law! King Jamie the First, and Charles the Martyr, both enjoined hospitality ; and in order to discouutenance a practice of country gentlemen slipping off to the Metropolis to enjoy the oeason at the expense of their re tainers, issued proclamations, ordering every noblemaß, gentleman, bishop, or curate, to leave London within forty days of each festival for their homes, "there to keep their habitatione and hospitality." In Bishop Hall's satires, he says :— Look to the towered chimneys which should be, The wind pipes of good hospitalitic. What games thero were too in the day of which I write. Believe it that the wassail bowl circulated from morn to dewy eve. B.cmember there was no tea in that wonderful period, and strong ale, and sherris, and sack, and canary, " clinked in the cannikin, clink, clink, clink." In the cities of London and Westminster, and York, and Oxford, and Chester, and Durham, there were fine corporate goings on you may rest assured — processions and mum mers, and pageants, and huge company feasts, and presentations of freedom of thß City, and goodness knows what besides ; and in London, the Templars, as usual, installed their Lieutenant, or Lord of Misrule, and levied five shillings as their rent on each house between the street of Fleet and Ramme Alley. Co-temporary readers tell U3 how in IG'27, at every door in that locality, the Lieutenant's crowd winded the Templar's horn ; and wherever it did not produce the ront, the word was, " Fire, ye gunners," whereupon, as th 6 historian hath it, "a robustious vulcan made way through the closed door with a powerful smith's hammer." In Alsatia again, and the Liberties of Westminster, the respective " perpetual Grands" of those haunts of the Outlaw hold tremendous -carnival of cheer, to which, even the highwaymen of Bagshot Heath, aud the footpad? of the suburban roads, were bound to resort even under the shadow of the gibbet. And out in the country, how the doles were bestowed from monastery and charit ablo gates, and how the villages rejoiced, and in tho cottages Each room with ivy leaves was dressed, And every post with holly. And round about every village may-pole in the moon timetheladsand. 