WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Why? “To save us all from Satan’s pow’r / When we were gone astray.” That’s why. Do try to keep up.
byVanderleunonDecember 24, 2021
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Savior
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s pow’r
When we were gone astray
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
An ancient carol from the 15th century. The first recorded version is found in Three New Christmas Carols, dated c. 1760. Note that the correct placement of the comma in the first line determines the meaning.
In modern times the comma slid from behind “merry,” to in front of “,merry” which flips the whole carol topsy turvy. The original sentiment is for God to keep you merry*** in the face of whatever suffering may assail you in life. (A kind of archaic “Have a good day”.) At the same time, the word “merry”*** itself has to be understood in its original meaning.
When modern people say “Merry” Christmas, the word merry means happy. When “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” was written, merry had a very different meaning. Robin Hood’s “Merry Men” might have been happy, but the merry that described them meant great and mighty. Thus, in the Middle Ages, a strong army was a merry army, a great singer was a merry singer, and a mighty ruler was a merry ruler.
So when the English carolers of the Victorian era sang, “merry gentlemen,” they meant great or mighty men. Ye means you, but even when translated to “God rest you mighty gentlemen,” the song still makes very little sense. This is due to another word that has a much different meaning in today’s world and a lost punctuation mark.
The word rest in “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” simply means keep or make. Yet to completely uncover the final key to solving this mystery of meaning, a comma needs to be placed after the word “merry.” Therefore, in modern English, the first line of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” should read “God make you mighty, gentlemen.” Using this translation, the old carol suddenly makes perfect sense, as does the most common saying of the holidays, “Merry Christmas.”
I’m not sure merry is mighty, I lean more toward the Old English myrge; pleasing in manner or agreeable, then again, I’m not sure merry isn’t mighty
.
Not germane (-However when discussing words, language and origins, I suspect that one’s mind always goes off on tangents.) but I’m pretty sure eye and symmetry rhymed in William Blake’s day.
matthew schafferDecember 24, 2019, 3:45 PM
I’m sold! The mightier the merrier.
VanderleunDecember 24, 2019, 5:39 PM
I’m with ONeil on eye and symmetry.
But which rhyme way I cannot say.
ghostsniperDecember 24, 2019, 5:53 PM
Ever notice santa and satan are the same word, just different?
St Nickleanddimeus to def.
NoriDecember 24, 2019, 6:51 PM
Splendid. This has always been my favorite Christmas carol. Miz Lennox does it with gusto,thank you very much.As befitting a proper Englishwoman. God Save England.
On that note,Black Adder’s Christmas Carol is warming up in the dvd thingy,to help me thru prep 4 tomorrow’s feast.
The Unicorn in the Bible is another such word that doesn’t mean what we think it means. In fact, if you look up the definition of unicorn from a few hundred years ago, and a few hundred years ahead of the KJV of the Bible, you will find this interesting bit of useless knowledge: (Early 1600s)
Numbers 23:22
God brought them out of Egypt; he hath as it were the strength of an unicorn.
From Webster’s Dictionary (1828)
U’NICORN, noun [Latin unicornis; unus, one, and cornu, horn.]
1. an animal with one horn; the monoceros. this name is often applied to the rhinoceros.
2. The sea unicorn is a fish of the whale kind, called narwal, remarkable for a horn growing out at his nose.
3. A fowl.
fossil unicorn or fossil unicorn’s horn, a substance used in medicine, a terrene crustaceous spar.
Nary a pretty, prancing, rainbow glittered, one-horned pony to be found in all the pages of the Bible or the dictionary.
Merry, Christmas (I guess that’s right) to the gentle people present.
SoylentGreenDecember 26, 2019, 6:42 AM
God rest ye merry, gentlemen… basically, Make America Great Again!
Ray Van DuneDecember 24, 2021, 7:54 AM
“God rest ye merry, Americans”?
JMDecember 25, 2020, 9:30 AM
Strong’s Hebrew
Search results for: unicorn
5 entries found. Showing up to 25.
Strong’s Hebrew: 7214. רְאֵם (reem) — a wild ox
… ; in simile of skipping, leaping, בֶּןרְֿאֵמִים Psalm 29:6 (” ” עֵגֶּל) . Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance unicorn Or rieym {reh-ame’}; or reym {rame}; or rem {rame}; from ra’am … https://biblehub.com/hebrew/7214.htm
gwbnycDecember 27, 2020, 2:01 PM
there’s a comma toward the end of “Blood Meridian” and due to McCarthy being fast&loose with his puctuation might or might not be included and significantly change the thrust of the novel either or.
VanderleunDecember 27, 2020, 5:31 PM
Just where please.
gwbnycDecember 27, 2020, 9:32 PM
Somewhere in the blogs dissecting the novel it was mentioned. You might try simply searching “the comma in Blood Meridian”.
I recall seeing it vaguely mentioned here&there while my interest in the book’s minutia increased and then found a direct reference to it on a board frequented by enthusiasts and I don’t recall which. Eventually I was led to the page.
That’s all I have given an elder’s memory and best luck with it. There’s a reference “Notes on Blood Meridian”/Sepich that is quite useful.
Now I have half an urge to be off to destroy that I don’t know of 😉
In the same vein of accurate placement of commas, Ann, today, has a post up touching on the accurate translation of Luke 2:14 – “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” This translation is how many Bible translations read. Ann points out that Luke 2:14 should read this way – “Glory to God in the highest; and on earth peace to men of good will.”
I think she is correct. The post also mentions Linus of Peanuts fame. If you’re interested, it’s worth a read.
I believe you’re correct Gerard. Maybe the placement of the comma is only one, but a very good example and explanation of why the Gospel used to demand praise, thanksgiving, fear, obedience and awe towards our Creator. However now, with the missing comma, “god” becomes our servant and sort of Santa’s cash register in the sky instead of the final miraculous solution to human guilt and murderous depravity.
patvannDecember 24, 2021, 9:48 AM
Like my fav nun in grade school told us, “sing to the back row.”
patvannDecember 24, 2021, 9:51 AM
Merry Christmas, Jewell…. Please keep an eye on us…
Your words were a kick in the soul. Yes, Jewel is gone. But of course, she is not gone. She has gone…ahead. The things she now sees. The things she now knows.
Somehow, I have missed seeing this post in the past.
God rest ye merry, everyone! And peace to all people of goodwill!
Walter SobchakDecember 24, 2021, 11:18 AM
Gerard: I love you, but I don’t think this interpretation is correct. I looked up merry in my print edition of the OED (the web edition is pay walled). The first definition of merry is as an adjective (A.) 3. Of persons and their attributes: Full of animated enjoyment … joyous, mirthful, hilarious. The citations go back to 1320. Related meanings, e.g. 1. Of things: Pleasing or agreeable. are supported by citations to sources from the 9th Century.
I think the guy who wrote the article that underlies your post was making it up. I think the words are properly understood by all native speakers of English without any historical explication.
gwbnycDecember 24, 2021, 2:00 PM
God have us in his keeping.
FROM HIS WIFE MARGARET TO JOHN PASTON I
12/24/1469
Ryght wvrschipful husbond, I recomaund me on-to yov. Plese it yov to wete that I sent yovr eldest svnne to my Lady Morlee to haue knolage qwat sportys were husyd in here hows in Kyrstemesse next folloyng aftyr the deceysse of my lord here husbond. And sche seyd that þere were non dysgysynggys nere harpyng nere lvtyng nere syngyn, nere non lowde dysportys, but pleyng at the tabyllys and schesse and cardys, sweche dysportys sche gave here folkys leve to play, and non odyr.
Yovr svnne dede hese heyrne ryght wele, as ye xal here aftyr þis. I sent yovr yongere svnne to the Lady Stabylton, and sche seyd acordyng to my Lady Morlees seyng in that, and as sche hadde seyn hvsyd in placys of wvrschip þere as sche hathe beyn.
I pray you that ye woll asay to gett sume man at Castere to kepe your botry, for the mane that ye lefte wyth me woll not take vp-on hym to breve dayly as ye commandyt. He seyth he hath not vsyd to geve a rekenyng nothyre of bred nor alle tyll at the wekys end, and he seyth he wot well that he xuld not con don yth; and therfore I soposse he xhall not abyd. And I trowe ye xall be fayne to porveye another man for Symond, for ye hare nevere the nerer a wysse man for hym.
I am sory that ye xall not at hom be for Crystemes. I pray you that ye woll come as sone as ye may. I xhall thynke my-selfe halfe a wedowe because ye xal not be at home, &c. God haue you in hys kepyng. Wretyn on Crystemes Evyn. By your M. P.
waitingForTheStormDecember 25, 2021, 7:41 AM
Thank you, sir, for posting this article again. I enjoy this discussion each year, even more as the years go by and I age and relax. The Annie Lennox version appeals to me more so than others I have heard. I just like the sound of the rendition.
My father died Christmas day in 1997 (25 years ago this day) after a long, brutal battle with a gruesome form of cancer. I held his hand and caressed his forehead as he breathed his last breath. I changed profoundly. It took some years before I saw again the joy of the season, and that was awakened by the love and joy of an exchange student from Japan, who embraced the day with a wonder and excitement that was infectious.
God rest you merry, gentleman. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
waitingForTheStormDecember 25, 2021, 7:48 AM
Sorry for the math error. 24 years ago, but a powerful memory, nonetheless.
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
— WH Auden
TWAIN IN TESLA’S LABORATORY
from “Chimes of Freedom”
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
The painter stood Before her work She looked around every where She saw the pictures and she painted them She picked the colors from the air Green to green Red to red Yellow to yellow In the light Black to black When the evening comes Blue to blue In the night
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Search American Digest’s Back Pages
Contemplation of the Sword
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide.
The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel,
formerly used to kill men, but here
In the sense of a symbol. The sword: that is: the storms
and counter-storms of general destruction; killing
of men,
Destruction of all goods and materials; massacre, more or
less intentional, of children and women;
Destruction poured down from wings, the air made accomplice,
the innocent air
Perverted into assassin and poisoner.
The sword: that is: treachery and cowardice, incredible
baseness, incredible courage, loyalties, insanities.
The sword: weeping and despair, mass-enslavement,
mass-torture, frustration of all hopes
That starred man’s forehead. Tyranny for freedom, horror for
happiness, famine for bread, carrion for children.
Reason will not decide at last, the sword will decide.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
from Canto CXV BY EZRA POUND
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
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from “Chimes of Freedom”
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
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Gerard Van der Leun
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
The scientists are in terror
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Thank you for that. I really appreciate your love of the English language.
I’m not sure merry is mighty, I lean more toward the Old English myrge; pleasing in manner or agreeable, then again, I’m not sure merry isn’t mighty
.
Not germane (-However when discussing words, language and origins, I suspect that one’s mind always goes off on tangents.) but I’m pretty sure eye and symmetry rhymed in William Blake’s day.
I’m sold! The mightier the merrier.
I’m with ONeil on eye and symmetry.
But which rhyme way I cannot say.
Ever notice santa and satan are the same word, just different?
St Nickleanddimeus to def.
Splendid. This has always been my favorite Christmas carol. Miz Lennox does it with gusto,thank you very much.As befitting a proper Englishwoman. God Save England.
On that note,Black Adder’s Christmas Carol is warming up in the dvd thingy,to help me thru prep 4 tomorrow’s feast.
God rest ye merry,gentlemen.
The Unicorn in the Bible is another such word that doesn’t mean what we think it means. In fact, if you look up the definition of unicorn from a few hundred years ago, and a few hundred years ahead of the KJV of the Bible, you will find this interesting bit of useless knowledge: (Early 1600s)
Numbers 23:22
God brought them out of Egypt; he hath as it were the strength of an unicorn.
From Webster’s Dictionary (1828)
U’NICORN, noun [Latin unicornis; unus, one, and cornu, horn.]
1. an animal with one horn; the monoceros. this name is often applied to the rhinoceros.
2. The sea unicorn is a fish of the whale kind, called narwal, remarkable for a horn growing out at his nose.
3. A fowl.
fossil unicorn or fossil unicorn’s horn, a substance used in medicine, a terrene crustaceous spar.
Nary a pretty, prancing, rainbow glittered, one-horned pony to be found in all the pages of the Bible or the dictionary.
Merry, Christmas (I guess that’s right) to the gentle people present.
God rest ye merry, gentlemen… basically, Make America Great Again!
“God rest ye merry, Americans”?
Strong’s Hebrew
Search results for: unicorn
5 entries found. Showing up to 25.
Strong’s Hebrew: 7214. רְאֵם (reem) — a wild ox
… ; in simile of skipping, leaping, בֶּןרְֿאֵמִים Psalm 29:6 (” ” עֵגֶּל) . Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance unicorn Or rieym {reh-ame’}; or reym {rame}; or rem {rame}; from ra’am …
https://biblehub.com/hebrew/7214.htm
there’s a comma toward the end of “Blood Meridian” and due to McCarthy being fast&loose with his puctuation might or might not be included and significantly change the thrust of the novel either or.
Just where please.
Somewhere in the blogs dissecting the novel it was mentioned. You might try simply searching “the comma in Blood Meridian”.
I recall seeing it vaguely mentioned here&there while my interest in the book’s minutia increased and then found a direct reference to it on a board frequented by enthusiasts and I don’t recall which. Eventually I was led to the page.
That’s all I have given an elder’s memory and best luck with it. There’s a reference “Notes on Blood Meridian”/Sepich that is quite useful.
Now I have half an urge to be off to destroy that I don’t know of 😉
Merry Christmas to all!
In the same vein of accurate placement of commas, Ann, today, has a post up touching on the accurate translation of Luke 2:14 – “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” This translation is how many Bible translations read. Ann points out that Luke 2:14 should read this way – “Glory to God in the highest; and on earth peace to men of good will.”
I think she is correct. The post also mentions Linus of Peanuts fame. If you’re interested, it’s worth a read.
Linus Van Pelt on Translation Accuracy of the Gloria, and Moral Fortitude
I believe you’re correct Gerard. Maybe the placement of the comma is only one, but a very good example and explanation of why the Gospel used to demand praise, thanksgiving, fear, obedience and awe towards our Creator. However now, with the missing comma, “god” becomes our servant and sort of Santa’s cash register in the sky instead of the final miraculous solution to human guilt and murderous depravity.
Like my fav nun in grade school told us, “sing to the back row.”
Merry Christmas, Jewell…. Please keep an eye on us…
Your words were a kick in the soul. Yes, Jewel is gone. But of course, she is not gone. She has gone…ahead. The things she now sees. The things she now knows.
& a very Merry Christmas, best wishes for a Happy coming New Year to all men of good will
and (expletive deleted) our so called leaders wishing to destroy it all!
Somehow, I have missed seeing this post in the past.
God rest ye merry, everyone! And peace to all people of goodwill!
Gerard: I love you, but I don’t think this interpretation is correct. I looked up merry in my print edition of the OED (the web edition is pay walled). The first definition of merry is as an adjective (A.) 3. Of persons and their attributes: Full of animated enjoyment … joyous, mirthful, hilarious. The citations go back to 1320. Related meanings, e.g. 1. Of things: Pleasing or agreeable. are supported by citations to sources from the 9th Century.
Also, I think the comma is properly placed after gentlemen. Also, there is no caesura in the music after either word. And, the singers do not inhale until after dismay. http://openhymnal.org/Pdf/God_Rest_Ye_Merry_Gentlemen-God_Rest_Ye_Merry_Gentlemen.pdf
I think the guy who wrote the article that underlies your post was making it up. I think the words are properly understood by all native speakers of English without any historical explication.
God have us in his keeping.
FROM HIS WIFE MARGARET TO JOHN PASTON I
12/24/1469
Ryght wvrschipful husbond, I recomaund me on-to yov. Plese it yov to wete that I sent yovr eldest svnne to my Lady Morlee to haue knolage qwat sportys were husyd in here hows in Kyrstemesse next folloyng aftyr the deceysse of my lord here husbond. And sche seyd that þere were non dysgysynggys nere harpyng nere lvtyng nere syngyn, nere non lowde dysportys, but pleyng at the tabyllys and schesse and cardys, sweche dysportys sche gave here folkys leve to play, and non odyr.
Yovr svnne dede hese heyrne ryght wele, as ye xal here aftyr þis. I sent yovr yongere svnne to the Lady Stabylton, and sche seyd acordyng to my Lady Morlees seyng in that, and as sche hadde seyn hvsyd in placys of wvrschip þere as sche hathe beyn.
I pray you that ye woll asay to gett sume man at Castere to kepe your botry, for the mane that ye lefte wyth me woll not take vp-on hym to breve dayly as ye commandyt. He seyth he hath not vsyd to geve a rekenyng nothyre of bred nor alle tyll at the wekys end, and he seyth he wot well that he xuld not con don yth; and therfore I soposse he xhall not abyd. And I trowe ye xall be fayne to porveye another man for Symond, for ye hare nevere the nerer a wysse man for hym.
I am sory that ye xall not at hom be for Crystemes. I pray you that ye woll come as sone as ye may. I xhall thynke my-selfe halfe a wedowe because ye xal not be at home, &c. God haue you in hys kepyng. Wretyn on Crystemes Evyn. By your M. P.
Thank you, sir, for posting this article again. I enjoy this discussion each year, even more as the years go by and I age and relax. The Annie Lennox version appeals to me more so than others I have heard. I just like the sound of the rendition.
My father died Christmas day in 1997 (25 years ago this day) after a long, brutal battle with a gruesome form of cancer. I held his hand and caressed his forehead as he breathed his last breath. I changed profoundly. It took some years before I saw again the joy of the season, and that was awakened by the love and joy of an exchange student from Japan, who embraced the day with a wonder and excitement that was infectious.
God rest you merry, gentleman. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Sorry for the math error. 24 years ago, but a powerful memory, nonetheless.