stockings, and garters, and shoe-strings, and two pairs of jessimy
gloves, all coming to about 28s.” London shops do not now exhibit
green silk stockings, but they tempt buyers with gallant intentions;
and “Valentine gifts” are in windows or on counters at prices to suit
a few and terrify many.
Other old customs have not been revived, but we may learn some
of these from old makers of Notes, and specially from Pepys, as to
the old methods of choosing, or avoiding to choose, Valentines.
When he went early on Valentine’s Day to Sir W. Batten’s, he says he
would not go in “till I asked whether they that opened the doors was
a man or a woman; and Mingo who was there, answered, a woman,
which, with his tone, made me laugh; so up I went, and took Mrs.
Martha for my Valentine (which I do only for complacency); and Sir
W. Batten, he go in the same manner to my wife, and so we were
very merry.” On the following anniversary the diarist tells us that Will
Bowyer came to be his wife’s Valentine, “she having (at which I
made good sport to myself) held her hands all the morning, that she
might not see the painters that were at work gilding my chimney-
piece and pictures in my dining-room.” It would seem, moreover,
that a man was not free from the pleasing pains of Valentineship
when the festival day was over. On Shrove Tuesday, March 3rd,
1663, after dinner, says Pepys, “Mrs. The. showed me my name
upon her breast as her Valentine, which,” he added, “will cost me
30s.” Again, in 1667, a fortnight after the actual day Pepys was with
his wife at the Exchange, “and there bought things for Mrs. Pierce’s
little daughter, my Valentine (which,” he says, “I was not sorry for, it
easing me of something more than I must have given to others),
and so to her house, where we find Knipp, who also challenged me
for her Valentine;” of course, Pepys had to pay the usual homage in
acknowledgment of such choice. Then, as Pepys had a little girl for
Valentine, so boys were welcomed to early gallantry by the ladies. A
thoroughly domestic scene is revealed to us on Valentine’s Day,
1665:
“This morning comes betimes Dickie Pen, to be my wife’s
Valentine, and came to our bedside. By the same token, I had been
brought to my bedside thinking to have made him kiss me; but he