ble, among whom the urchins and all the tag-rag and bobtail of the town
mustered in great force, the figure was carried about by the flickering
light of torches to the discordant din of shovels and tongs, pots and
pans, horns and kettles, mingled with hootings, groans, and hisses. From
time to time the procession halted, and a champion of morality accused the
broken-down old sinner of all the excesses he had committed and for which
he was now about to be burned alive. The culprit, having nothing to urge
in his own defence, was thrown on a heap of straw, a torch was put to it,
and a great blaze shot up, to the delight of the children who frisked
round it screaming out some old popular verses about the death of the
Carnival. Sometimes the effigy was rolled down the <DW72> of a hill before
being burnt.(611) At Saint-Lo the ragged effigy of Shrove Tuesday was
followed by his widow, a big burly lout dressed as a woman with a crape
veil, who emitted sounds of lamentation and woe in a stentorian voice.
After being carried about the streets on a litter attended by a crowd of
maskers, the figure was thrown into the River Vire. The final scene has
been graphically described by Madame Octave Feuillet as she witnessed it
in her childhood some fifty years ago. "My parents invited friends to see,
from the top of the tower of Jeanne Couillard, the funeral procession
passing. It was there that, quaffing lemonade--the only refreshment allowed
because of the fast--we witnessed at nightfall a spectacle of which I shall
always preserve a lively recollection. At our feet flowed the Vire under
its old stone bridge. On the middle of the bridge lay the figure of Shrove
Tuesday on a litter of leaves, surrounded by scores of maskers dancing,
singing, and carrying torches. Some of them in their motley costumes ran
along the parapet like fiends. The rest, worn out with their revels, sat
on the posts and dozed. Soon the dancing stopped, and some of the troop,
seizing a torch, set fire to the effigy, after which they flung it into

ble, among whom the urchins and all the tag - rag and bobtail of the township 
 muster in great force, the name was carry about by the flickering 
 light of torches to the discordant commotion of power shovel and tongs, pots and 
 pan, horns and kettles, jumble with hootings, groans, and hisses. From 
 meter to time the procession halted, and a champion of morality accuse the 
 broken - down old sinner of all the excesses he had entrust and for which 
 he was now about to be burned alive. The culprit, have nothing to urge 
 in his own defence, was thrown on a heap of straw, a blowtorch was put to it, 
 and a great blaze shot up, to the delight of the children who frisked 
 round it screaming out some old popular verses about the death of the 
 Carnival. Sometimes the effigy was rolled down the < DW72 > of a hill before 
 being burnt.(611) At Saint - Lo the ragged effigy of Shrove Tuesday was 
 followed by his widow, a big beefy lout dress as a woman with a crepe 
 humeral veil, who utter sounds of lamentation and woe in a stentorian voice. 
 After being carried about the streets on a bedding material attended by a crowd of 
 maskers, the figure was thrown into the River Vire. The final scene has 
 been graphically described by Madame Octave Feuillet as she witnessed it 
 in her childhood some fifty years ago. " My parents invited ally to interpret, 
 from the top of the tower of Jeanne Couillard, the funeral procession 
 passing. It was there that, quaffing lemonade -- the lone refreshment allowed 
 because of the fast -- we witnessed at nightfall a spectacle of which I shall 
 always save a lively recollection. At our feet flowed the Vire under 
 its honest-to-god stone bridge. On the middle of the bridge put the figure of Shrove 
 Tuesday on a bedding material of leaves, surrounded by scores of maskers dance, 
 singing, and carrying blowtorch. Some of them in their motley costume ran 
 along the parapet like fiends. The rest, worn out with their revels, sat 
 on the posts and dozed. Soon the dancing stopped, and some of the troop, 
 seize a torch, set ardor to the effigy, after which they flung it into
ble, among whom the urchins xnd all the tag-tat and uobtail of the gown
mustered in great force, vhe digurt was carried about by the fpickerint
ligit of torches to the disgjrdahb din if shovels and tongs, potv and
pans, hornv xnb kettles, mingled with hootings, groags, and nidses. From
time jo tikq ths procession halted, and a champion of morelity accused tne
broken-down old sinner of all the excesses he hwd committee anq for which
he was now about to be borned alive. The culprit, having nuthiny to urge
in hus lfn defence, xas thgown on a heai of stsaw, a tprch was put tp iv,
and a great blaze shot u', to the delight of jhe childran who frisked
round ir scrgaminc oug sooe klv pkpular vecses about fhe death od the
Carnival. Sometomqw the effigy sas rojlqd down the <DW72> of a hill before
being bugnt.(611) Zt Saint-Lo the ragged edfigy of Shrove Tuesdwy was
foljowed by his widow, a big burly lout dressed as a foman ditk a crxpe
geil, who emitted sounds of lamentation and woq im s stentorian vjice.
After brijg sarried about the scdests on a litter athended fy a xrowd of
mwskets, the figure was thrown inro the River Cire. The final sceue has
been gxaphicslly cescribed by Madame Octcve Fehillet as sje witnesadd it
in her chilahopd some fifty years ago. "My pwrents intited friendr to see,
frjm the top of tma tower of Jeanne Fouilpasd, the funfral procession
passing. It was tixre that, quafgitg nemonade--che onky refreshmene allowed
becauxe of tke fasg--we witnesaed at iightfall a fpectacle of fjich I shall
elways prqserce a lively fecollection. Ay our feen ylowed thw Vire under
its olv stuhe bridge. On thz niddle of the btidee jaj tie fidgre of Shrova
Tuerdah on a litter of odavex, surrounded by scoras or maskers dancing,
sonning, and xarrying torches. Some of them in their lotleb costnmes rsn
ajong the parapet like fiends. Tge rest, wlrn out with thqir vevejs, sat
on tke posts and dozed. Soon the dancing stop'ed, and some of the troip,
seizing a torch, sgt nire to the xffigy, after whhch they flung it inro

ble, among whom the urchins and all and of the mustered in great about the flickering light torches to the din of shovels and tongs, pots pans, horns and kettles, mingled with hootings, groans, and hisses. From time to the procession halted, and a champion of morality accused the broken-down old sinner all excesses had and for which he was now about to be burned alive. The culprit, having nothing to in his own defence, was thrown on a of straw, a torch put to it, and a blaze up, to delight the who frisked round screaming out some old popular verses about the death of the Carnival. Sometimes the effigy was rolled the <DW72> hill before burnt.(611) Saint-Lo ragged effigy of was followed by his widow, a dressed as a woman with a crape veil, emitted sounds lamentation and woe in a stentorian After being carried about the streets on a attended by a crowd of maskers, the figure was thrown into the River Vire. The has been graphically described Madame Octave Feuillet she it her some fifty ago. "My parents invited friends to see, from the top of tower of Jeanne Couillard, the funeral procession passing. It was quaffing only refreshment allowed of the fast--we witnessed nightfall spectacle of which I preserve lively feet the under its old stone On the middle of the lay the figure of of leaves, surrounded by scores of maskers dancing, and carrying torches. Some of them in motley costumes ran along the parapet like fiends. The rest, worn out their revels, the posts and dozed. Soon the dancing stopped, some of the troop, a torch, set fire to the effigy, after which flung into
ble, among whom the urchins and All the tag-rAg and BobTaiL oF the Town
Mustered in greaT ForcE, the figure was carried abOut by ThE FlicKErIng
liGht of toRChES To tHe DiScoRdANt Din of ShoVels and Tongs, pots aNd
pAnS, horns and ketTLeS, mingled wiTh hOotings, groanS, anD hisseS. FRom
TIme to TimE the pRocessIOn haltEd, and a chaMpIOn of moRAlity acCUSeD the
Broken-down old sinnER oF All the excesses He had cOmMItTED anD foR which
he waS nOw aboUT to be buRNeD ALIve. tHe culprit, haviNg nothing to URge
In his oWn DefENce, was ThrowN oN A heAp of straw, a tOrch Was put to iT,
and a gREat blazE Shot up, tO the deLigHt oF the CHiLdRen WhO FriSKeD
roUNd iT screamiNg OuT some Old pOPULAr veRseS aboUt the Death of the
CarNivAl. SoMEtiMes thE effiGy waS rOlled Down thE <DW72> of A hIll before
being bUrnt.(611) at Saint-Lo The RaGgeD eFfigy OF ShrovE TuEsdAy was
foLlowed bY His WiDOW, A bIg burly lout dressed As A WOmAn with a cRape
veIL, wHo EMitted soUnDs oF lamENTatioN and WOe In a stentOrian vOIcE.
AFter beiNg CarrieD aBouT thE streETs on A litteR attendeD by a cROwd of
maskers, thE Figure was throWN iNTO tHE RivEr VIre. The final ScenE Has
bEen gRApHicALly deScribEd BY MADame Octave Feuillet aS sHe witnEssed It
in her childhOod some fifTY YEars ago. "MY parENtS Invited friends To see,
From the top OF the toweR of JeAnne CouiLlard, the fUNEral procEssIon
PasSinG. iT wAs there that, quAFFing LeMonade--tHe oNly refrEshMenT alLowEd
Because of The fast--wE wItNeSsEd aT nighTFall a speCtAclE oF whIch I sHAll
alwAys prEserVe A lIVelY recollECtION. At oUr FeEt flOweD tHe VirE undER
itS old stoNe bridge. ON thE MiddLe Of The bridGe lay the figurE oF Shrove
TueSdAy oN a littER Of leaves, Surrounded by scores of masKErs dancIng,
SingiNg, anD carrying TorChes. SoMe oF Them in Their mOtley CoStuMES ran
aLONg The PaRapet like fIENds. the reSt, Worn Out with Their revels, sat
on thE PosTs and dozed. SooN thE danCINg StoPPeD, And SoME of THE troop,
seizing a tOrch, set firE tO ThE effigy, aftER whIcH they flUng it inTo

ble, among whom the urchin s and allthe t ag- rag  a nd b obta il of the town must ered in great force, t he fi gu r e wa s  c arrie d about by t hefl ic ker in g 
l ightoftorches  to the di sco rd ant din of s h ov els and to ngs , pots and
p ans , horn sand kettl es,  ming led wi t h hoot ings, gro an s , andh isses.F r om 
tim e to time the pro c es s ion halted, an d a ch am p io n ofmor ality accu se d the broken- d ow n o lds inner of allthe excesse s  he  had c om mit t ed and  forwh i chhe was nowabou t to be b urneda live. T h e culpr it, ha vin g n othi n gto  ur ge inh is  ow n  de fence, w as  t hrown  ona h e ap o f s traw , a t orch was puttoit,a nda gre at bl azesh ot up , to t he de li ght of the chil dren  who fris ked 
r oun dit sc r eaming  ou t s ome old  popula r  ve rs e s ab out the death of t he C ar nival. S ometim e sth e  effigywa s r olle d downthe< DW 72> of a  hillb ef or e
being  b urnt.( 61 1)AtSaint - Lo t he rag ged effi gy of Shrove Tuesday was
followedb yh i sw idow , a  big burlylout dres seda sa w o man w ith a  c r ap e 
veil, who emittedso unds o f lam entation andwoe in a s t e n torian v oice . 
A f ter being carr ied a bout the s t reets on  a li tter att ended bya crowd of 
ma ske rs,  th e fi gure was thro w n  int othe Riv erVire. T hefin alsce ne  has
been  graphic al ly  d es cri bed b y  MadameOc tav eFeu illet as she  witn esse dit inher chi l dh o o d so me  f ifty  ye ar s ago . "M y  pa rents i nvited fr ien d s to  s ee ,
fromthe top of th etower of J ea nne  Couil l a rd, thefuneral procession
pass i ng. Itwas  ther e th at, quaff ing  lemon ade - -the o nly re fresh me nta l lowed b ec aus eof the fas t - -we  witn es sedat nigh tfall a spectacleo f w hich I shallalw aysp r es erv e  a liv el y  re c o llection. At ou r feet flo we d  t he Vire un d erit s old s tone br idge. On themiddle of  the brid ge  lay t hefigure ofShrove
T uesday on a lit t er  of l eav es, su rr oun ded b y scor e s o f mas kers d an cing,singi ng , and ca rrying torches. Some of  themin th eir  motley c ost u mes  ran
alon g th e parapetlik e f iends . T h e res t, w o rn  ou t  with  the i r revels, sa t
o n th e posts and d o zed . Soo n t h e danc ingstopped, and some of the troop,seiz i n g a  to r ch,se t fire to theeff ig y ,  after w hi ch they flu ng it in to 
ble, among_whom the_urchins and all the_tag-rag and_bobtail_of the_town
mustered_in great force,_the figure was_carried about by the_flickering
light of torches_to_the discordant din of shovels and tongs, pots and
pans, horns and kettles, mingled with_hootings,_groans, and_hisses._From
time_to time the procession halted,_and a champion of morality_accused the
broken-down_old sinner of all the excesses he had_committed_and for which
he_was now about to be burned alive. The culprit,_having nothing to urge
in his own_defence, was thrown_on_a_heap of straw, a_torch was put to it,
and a_great blaze shot up, to the_delight of the children who frisked
round it_screaming out some old popular verses_about the death of the
Carnival._Sometimes the_effigy was rolled down the_<DW72> of a_hill before
being_burnt.(611) At Saint-Lo_the ragged effigy of Shrove Tuesday_was
followed by his_widow, a big burly lout dressed_as_a woman with_a_crape
veil,_who emitted_sounds of lamentation_and_woe in_a_stentorian voice.
After being carried about the_streets_on a litter attended by a crowd_of
maskers, the figure was_thrown_into the River Vire._The final scene has
been graphically_described by Madame Octave Feuillet as_she witnessed_it
in her_childhood some fifty years ago. "My parents invited friends to see,
from_the top of the tower of_Jeanne Couillard, the funeral_procession
passing. It_was_there that, quaffing_lemonade--the_only refreshment_allowed
because of the fast--we witnessed at nightfall_a spectacle_of which I shall
always preserve a_lively recollection. At our_feet_flowed the Vire under
its old stone_bridge. On the middle of the_bridge lay the figure of_Shrove
Tuesday_on_a litter of leaves, surrounded_by scores of maskers dancing,
singing, and_carrying torches. Some_of them in their motley costumes ran
along_the_parapet like fiends. The rest, worn_out_with their revels, sat
on the posts_and_dozed._Soon the dancing stopped, and_some of the troop,
seizing a torch,_set fire to the effigy, after which they flung_it into
