The populace assembled in the evening of the day on which the banns had been first proclaimed, and saluted the happy pair in their respective houses with a Charivari.
Bells, horns, pokers and tongs, marrow-bones and cleavers, or any thing that would make a noise, was brought into requisition, and the noise thus made, accompanied with howling recitations of the Charivari, made the night positively hideous.
The riot went on for several evenings; and when the wedding-day arrived, the Charivarists, with the same noise and violence, entered the church with the marriage guests; and at night they besieged the house of the happy pair, throwing into their windows stones, brickbats, and every kind of missile.

Such was their honeymoon! This barbarous custom has now fallen entirely into disuse.

If attempted to be renewed, it is summarily put down by the police, though it still exists among the Basques as a Toberac.

It may also be mentioned that a similar practice once prevailed in Devonshire described by the Rev.S.
Baring Gould in his "Red Spider." It was there known as the Hare Hunt, or Skimmity-riding.
The tailor's Charivaris brought him in no money.
They did not increase his business; in fact, they made him many enemies.
His uncouth rhymes did not increase his mending of old clothes.

However sharp his needle might be, his children's teeth were still sharper; and often they had little enough to eat.