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Title: The visit of Saint Nicholas
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Title: The visit of Saint Nicholas
Alternate Title: Night before Christmas
Physical Description: 36 p. : ill., facsims., port. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Moore, Clement Clarke, 1779-1863
Pelletreau, William S ( William Smith ), 1840-1918
Thornburgh, Fredrick ( Illustrator )
G. W. Dillingham Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: G.W. Dillingham Co.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1897
 Subjects
Subject: Santa Claus -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1897
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by Clement C. Moore ; facsimile of original manuscript ; with life of the author, by William S. Pelletreau ; illustrated by Frederick Thornburgh.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Frontispiece
        Page 4
    Title Page
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Dedication
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Life of Clement C. Moore, LL,D.
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
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        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
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        Page 23
        Page 24
    The night before Christmas - handwritten copy
        Page 25
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        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
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    The night before Christmas
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    Back Cover
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    Spine
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CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE, LL,D.
(From Portrait in Episcopal Theological Seminary, New York.)







THE


VISIT OF SAINT NICHOLAS.



BY

CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


FACSIMILE OF THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT, WITH LIFE OF THE
AUTHOR.


BY WILLIAM S. PELLETREAU, A. M.


ILLUSTRATED

BY FREDERICK THORNBURGH.









NEW YORK:
COPYRIGHT, 1897, DY
G. W Dillingham Co., Publishers.
MDCCCXCVII.
[All rights reserved.]


















TO
PROFESSOR EDWARD RICHARD SHAW, of the
University of the City of New York-from
whose mind profound learning has not banished
the love of lighter literature-this book is
respectfully dedicated.
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LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

IN the early part of the present century New
York was, to use the language of Washington
Irving, a little city where everybody knew every-
body," but within the lifetime of a man it has at-
tained such metropolitan proportions that the most
famous men of the city, state, and nation may walk
the length of Broadway without being recognized
by one out of a thousand of its throng of citizens.
At that time everything above Canal street was
considered out in the country," and the whole of
Manhattan Island beyond, was occupied by farms,
in most cases owned by men to whom they had
descended from their Dutch ancestry. Inter-
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12 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, I.L,D.

spersed with these were elegant country-seats of
wealthy men, whose business and permanent resi-
dences were in the city, in the then fashionable
district of Greenwich street and lower Broadway.
Prominent for beauty, grandeur and picturesque
surroundings, was Chelsea," the country-seat of
Major Thomas Clarke, an officer in the British
army, who, retired from war's alarms, had pur-
chased an extensive tract of land, and named his
residence after the famous hospital that has been
the home of so many of England's heroes.
Major Clarke was born August I, 1692, and
built his country-seat about 175o. In 1745 he
married Mary Stillwell. They were the parents of
four children: Mary, Charity (born June 28,

1747), Maria and Clement C. Major Clarke re-
sided here until the time of his death. During his
last sickness the mansion was burned to the
ground, he, himself, having been with difficulty






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


rescued from the flames. It was rebuilt by his
widow in a style of greater grandeur.
Charity Clarke, the second daughter, married
Rev. Benjamin Moore. This venerated prelate,
whose life is so important a portion of the Ecclesi-
astical history of New York, was born Oct. 5,

1748. He was the son of Lieut. Samuel Moore,
and great-great-grandson of Rev. John Moore, the
first minister in Newtown, Long Island, and who
died there in 1657. He was educated at King's
College (now Columbia) and was afterwards its
President. In 1774 he went to England and was
ordained to the Episcopal ministry. Returning to
New York he was appointed assistant minister of
Trinity Church, and held this position till 1800,
when upon the resignation of Bishop Provost, he
became its Rector. The next year he was conse-
crated as Bishop of New York, and performed the
duties of that high office, with the highest credit,






14 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

till the time of his decease, which occurred Feb.
27th, 1816.
The country-seat, Chelsea," came by inheri-
tance to Bishop Moore and his wife, and here, on
July 15th, 1781, was born their only child, Clem-
ent Clarke Moore. At that time there was a high
hill in the vicinity of what is now Twenty-third
street, which sloped rapidly to the Hudson river
which flowed at its base. On the summit of this
elevation stood the family mansion.* The grounds
were terraced and beautiful, and enclosed almost
the entire district between Nineteenth and Twenty-
fourth streets, west of Eighth avenue. For long
years it remained a thing of beauty, the home of
an honored and cultured family. In the meantime
the Great City advancing with giant steps had
reached and even passed beyond this region. It
was no longer "the country." When the corpor-
Its exact location was on the south side of Twenty-third
street two hundred feet east of Ninth Avenue,






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


ation ordered a bulkhead built along the river, it
was felt that the time 'had come to abandon the
ancient home. The mansion was destroyed about
185o, and the lofty hill, now leveled to its base,
has long since gone to fill up the water lots on
Tenth Avenue. Of Clement C. Moore it can be
said that he was born surrounded by all the ad-
vantages that wealth, education and honored lin-
eage could bestow. After a careful training under
his honored father, he was graduated from Colum-
bia College in 1798. It was intended that he
should enter the minister, but he never took
orders, and devoted his life to teaching and litera-
ture. Being a scholar of great attainments and
well versed in the ancient languages, he published
in 1809 a Hebrew lexicon, and thus became the
pioneer in the works of Hebrew lexicography in
this country. In the words of its author : The
design of this work is to enable any person ac-






16 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

quainted with the general principles of language,
without the aid of a teacher, to read and under-
stand the Holy Scriptures in the original Hebrew,"
and he modestly expresses his hopes that his
young countrymen will find it of some service to
them, as a sort of pioneer in breaking down the
impediments which present themselves at the en-
trance of the study of Hebrew."
It has been well said that the greatest scholars
seldom make the best of teachers, from the fact
that they too frequently assume that what is plain
and easy to them, must be equally so to others.
But this great work of Dr. Moore was evidently
written by a man to whom learning had been a
labor, and who was anxious to spare others the toil
and difficulty which he had himself experienced.
In 1818, Dr. Moore presented to the Episcopal
Seminary the entire block, bounded by Ninth
Avenue, Twentieth and Twenty-first streets, and






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


extending to the Hudson river. This tract, then
valuable, would now be a princely gift, and upon
it stand the imposing buildings of the General
Theological Seminary, one of the most important
institutions of the Episcopal Church in America.
To the advancement of this institution the best
labors of his life were devoted. In 1821, he be-
came Professor of Oriental and Greek Literature,
and retained that position during his life.
The brief intervals of time which could be
spared from his arduous labors were devoted to
the writing of short poems chiefly for the diver-
sion of his children, and among these were his
famous Visit of St. Nicholas." This little poem,
which has given its author a fame which his
greater works have failed to bestow, was written
in 1822, as a Christmas present for his children,
which was highly appreciated. Among their many
friends were the family of Rev, Dr. David Butler,







18 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

then rector of St. Paul's church, in the city of Troy,
The eldest daughter of Dr. Butler, while visiting
the Moore family, saw the poem and quickly
copied the verses in her album (an article which
every young lady at that time was supposed to
possess), intending to read them to the children at
the rectory. She was so impressed with their
value that she sent a copy to an editor, and they
were first printed in the Troy Sentinel," of De-
cember 23, 1823, accompanied with a cut illus-
trating Santa Claus on his rounds, and preceded
by an introduction by the editor. Strange to say
the name of the author did not then appear. It
is said that Dr. Moore was displeased at first, as
in his opinion the poem had slight literary merit,
but it instantly won general favor, and for years
the republication of the verses at Christmas time
was one of the most joyous features of the news-
papers. It was next printed in various School






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


Readers," and this brought it to the knowledge of
whole generations of children, and nothing was
more popular among them. It has been translated
into foreign languages, and a learned editor once
informed us of his surprise and gratification to
hear them recited by a little girl in a school in
Germany, in her native tongue. It may be safely
said, that no poem written by an American has
been reprinted in so many forms. In 1844, the
various poems written by Dr. Moore were pub-
lished in a small volume, but the only one that has
attracted the slightest attention was the one that
the author considered of so little merit. In 1859,
an edition of this little poem was published in
paper covers for children, and illustrated by the
famous artist, Felix O. C. Darley, in his inimitable
style.
Nothing that adds to the happiness of the world
can justly be called little. Men have labored and






20 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

toiled and passed sleepless nights and laborious
days, and for what ? For immortal fame. It has
fled from them like a shadow, and has alighted un-
called for and unexpected on such apparently
trivial things as Home, sweet Home," the Leg-
end of Rip Van Winkle," and the Visit of Saint
Nicholas." It shows that it is the great body of
readers, and not the authors, and least of all the
professional critics, whose mission it is to decide
what is valuable and what is worthless.
The last literary work of Dr. Moore was a
"Life of George Castriot, surnamed Scanderbeg,
King of Albania." This hero of the last days of
the Middle Ages bears the same relation to the
European Turkish Provinces that El Cid bears to
Spain; a position half historical and half legendary.
The work is a modernized and greatly improved
form of an old English translation of Jacques La-
vardin's history, printed in 1596. It is the only






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


reliable history we possess of the exploits of the
man, who with unequal arms resisted for twenty-
three years the power of the Ottoman Empire;
and two conquerors, Amurath the Second and his
greater son, were repeatedly baffled by a rebel
whom they pursued with seeming contempt and
implacable resentment." Such was Scanderbeg,
" the heroic Prince of Epire and the great enemy
and scourge of the Turks." He died June 17,

1467, and no Scanderbeg succeeding Scander-
beg, the Turks possessed the land. No higher
tribute of unintended praise was ever given to a
man by his enemies than was paid by the Turks
themselves, when they violated his sepulchre and
used fragments of his bones for amulets, in the
superstitious hope that they would endow them
with his good fortune and inspire them with his
courage.
In 1862, Dr. George H. Moore, of the New






22 LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.

York Historical Society, resolved to obtain, if
possible, from its modest author, an autograph
copy of his famous poem. The request was com-
plied with, and a facsimile of the original, now in
the library of the society, is here presented, with
its kind permission. The venerable author stated
in a letter, that when a boy, he first heard the
story of St. Nicholas from a rubicund Dutchman
who lived near his father's residence.
After a life of usefulness and honor, Dr. Moore
died at his summer residence at Newport, July lo,
1863. His remains rest in a vault in St. Luke's
church, in Hudson street, New York. His true
monument is the Theological Seminary, of which
he was the liberal patron, and foremost among its
company of learned instructors. The learned
works upon which the talented author employed
so much time and labor, have long since been
superseded by works of still deeper research.






LIFE OF CLEMENT C. MOORE, LL,D.


But the man is yet to be born who can write any-
thing to supersede the little poem that has made
St. Nicholas and his tiny reindeer living and
breathing realities to thousands of children through-
out our broad land.
WILLIAM S. PELLETREAU.
July 15, 1897.









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'TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through

the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there,
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
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And Mamma in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.







THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer;

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by

name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and

Vixen !

On Comet, on Cupid, on Donder and Blitzen,







THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.


To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof-
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and.
soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry !
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;






THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.


He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his rose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his.sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.








36 THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight,

" HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD

NIGHT."


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