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as there is none of the raised work which is so Use a piece of toile ciré to work on: it keeps seldom well done by amateurs.
the cambric from puckering, and as it lasts so The finest cotton I have named is for the long, is more economical than any cheaper edge, and for all those parts that are done in material. satin stitch; all the tracing and sewing over is
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GERMAN LEGENDARY LORE.
BY MRS. T. K. HERVEY.
No, IV. The superstition which in ages past served to | very properly shrinks from adding this luxury kindle many a brand in England, is to be found to the common table when enticing unhappy in full force among the old Saxon traditions. travellers to her haunts. The following short The witch legends of Germany are numerous, legend will exemplify the summary manner in and of varied character. In that country, as which the social scene is dissolved—“ cum grano with ourselves, the supposed affinity between old salis.” women and cats seems in most cases to have A traveller who had dived too deeply into the been religiously maintained. Ugliness and de- wine-cup, in passing through some greea mea. crepitude, however, would appear not to be es- dows came suddenly upon a troop of cats who sential conditions in the recorded transforma- were engaged in dancing in a circle. “When tions ; since frequently the performers in the the dance had continued for some time, all at “Katzentanz" were suddenly converted into once the cats disappeared, and in their place young and fair women, delicately arrayed. In stood a bevy of maidens, beautifully apparelled. eerie places at the witching hour of night, many They placed upon a long table the most delicious a belated traveller is represented as becoming a viands, and invited the traveller to share the startled witness to the revels of these world-old feast. Nothing loth, he took his place at the followers of Hecate. Yet not content with hold- sumptuous board; but the greatest delicacies ing her orgies under the moon in such barren failed to please his palate, owing to the omission and deserted spots as best befit unearthly of one essential ingredient :-the salt was wanidoings, this peculiar being, the witch-cat-"but ing. 'Have you no salt here?' asked the traonce bewitched, and ever more bewitching"- veller guest. At that word, in one moment, the occasionally affected the smooth swards and entire scene disappeared--the maidens, the feast, green places of the land: sometimes, indeed, the very table itself; and he sat alone on the as we shall see hereafter, a skylight is preferred, grass! The next morning, a bright green circle sometimes the immediate neighbourhood of a was visible on the sward, in the exact spot where gnarled and hollow linden-tree — the well- the cats had held their midnight dance." known favourite resort of that more terrible The close of the above offers a solution to the scourge of ancient tales, the Dragon, or much mooted question of the fairy-rings. Chil
. “Lindwurm.” Ever, some peculiarity in the dren may continue to indulge a blind belief in manners of these four-footed witches indicates the gambols of the elf-folk, and the learned to to the unwary meddler at their feasts the real pin their faith on the ministrations of the fungi; nature of his feline entertainers. One feature but for ourselves, we are inclined to assign as of the case is singular. Most animals, it is well the true cause of the meadow-rings the midnight known, are addicted to salt. Horses, it is said, dancings of the witch-women in feline form. will turn up their noses at a corn-bin in which Another tale is told of a sleeper in a garret, this delicacy of the table has been omitted. who was awoke by strange, unearthly noises
, Amidst the Alps, goats have been found to fol- mingled with the voices of women, proceeding low most pertinaciously such travellers as car- from a skylight overhead. He arose, and looked ried provisions with them, in the hope of obtain- out; and behold! there sat a vast assemblage of ing a few superfluous grains of this universal women, all drinking and carousing. Therewith condiment, the indulgence of the craving they sangamounting to what has been termed a sort of “We all drink here the sweet wine, “ Caprine dram-drinking.” In short, we know Burgundy wine, of no animal—the witch-cat excepted-that re- Champagne wine, fuses salt. With regard to her peculiar distaste, And we drink the clear moonshine !" the only cause which can be assigned as likely Who in reality was the drinker of the moonto weigh with the force of a reasonable sugges- shine, we leave the reader to judge. tion is, that the animal in question acknowledges Turning from those specimens of witchat all events an ancient reverence for the sacred nature, who made sport beneath the stars of duties of hospitality, which strictly forbids her night, or imbibed their rays, we next find a more to bewitch those whose salt she has shared ; and ponderous genus in the form of the “heavy feeling altogether incapable of abstaining from cat,” which, like the “undone widow" of Masher usual unfriendly dealings towards mortals, singer “ sits upon the arm" of the wayfarer.
A certain tinker was one night taking home smith, and caused him to nail four strong iron some work which he had just finished, when, in shoes upon the good grey mare. This done, he crossing a street in a somewhat unfrequented trotted back well pleased to the stable. Arrived part of the town, he found a small black cat. at the door, he alighted and knocked. Incau" The creature came up to him, rubbed itself tiously, however, in doing so he for a single against his legs, and commenced mewing moment let go the reins; when the grey mare piteously. Now the tinker had a compassionate immediately sprang away, and vanished out of heart, and thinking that perhaps the poor sight before he was aware. In the meanwhile beast had lost its way, he took it upon his arm the other groom had related to his master all intending to carry it home with him. Scarcely, that had happened; and the farmer was beginhowever, had he proceeded far on his way when ning to feel somewhat anxious about the missing the cat began to grow heavier and heavier. At groom, when the latter made his appearance. last it became so weighty that he was obliged to Well, how have you fared ?' asked the farmer. let it fall on the ground.' No sooner did it reach O! well-right well !' answered the fat groom; the earth than the cat began to swell even • One thing only vexes me; my mare has run larger than before, till in the end it became away, and I know not whither she has gone.' bigger than a full-sized ass! At this sight the Never mind,' rejoined the farmer; 'depend on tinker uttered an affrighted shriek, and took to it she will return to-morrow night. What a his heels, never once stopping until he arrived pity it is now that my wife should have been at bis own door."
taken ill so suddenly; if she had but been well Touching the foregoing legends, that in the this adventure would have made her split her one case the spiced cup of the too lively tra- sides with laughing !' When the groom heard veller, and in the other the drugged hanap of this, he pricked up his ears. The sudden sickthe over-weary, may have been chargeable with ness of his master's wife struck him as curious; the several witcheries, is of course the sugges- and he said that he should not feel happy unless tion of the unbeliever. But what can the most he went immediately to see his mistress and reincredulous advance against the following tale, late the tale to her. It was agreed that he should in which the dreams of the sleeper—if such the do so. As he approached her, he held out his revelations of the grooms are supposed to be- hand, saying, 'Good day to you, mistress; they are confirmed in broad day by tangible evidence tell me you have been sick; pray how is it with in the shape of two veritable horse-shoes !
* Ah! badly, very badly,' replied " Two grooms slept together in one bed in a the woman, but without taking his hand. 'Why stable :
: one was a sturdy, thick-set fellow, who how is this ?' inquired the cunning groom. ‘Am grew fatter and more robust every day of his I no longer worthy to shake hands with you?' life. The other was as meagre as a skeleton, As he spoke he threw back the bed-cover, and and became with each day thinner and thinner. his suspicions were at once confirmed, for he The reason of this, the fat groom could by no beheld on the hands of the woman two strong means comprehend. One day he said to his iron horse-shoes! Without delay, he hastened companion, How is it that you are continually to the farmer and disclosed the matter to him. wasting away thus ?' The poor fellow answered, The man was utterly confounded. In order to 'I will tell you how I am served : every night be fully certified of the truth, he sought out the there comes to my bedside a strange woman, blacksmith and inquired of him at what hour who throws a bridle over my head; instantly Í he had shoed the groom's horse. The smith's am transformed into a horse, and she rides me reply placed the story beyond all doubt. The all the night until the dawn. Alas! am I likely farmer then sought out a priest, with whom he to increase in bulk under such circumstances?' consulted as to what could be done ; but the 'Indeed, is it so ? rejoined the burly groom, latter, after seeing and questioning the woman, who was sufficiently quick-witted; “then let me pronounced it impossible to do anything for take your place while you take mine; it would her, for he found that she had her witchcraft at amuse me greatly to know how I should feel in seventh hand. Therefore the priest opened one the shape of a horse. The meagre groom needed of her veins and allowed her to bleed
to death." no second bidding, and on the following night “ A witch at seventh hand,” is a common the two changed places. Towards eleven o'clock saying in Flanders. When any person is be. the stable-door was softly opened, and a woman witched, the evil spirit may be so far exorcised entered with a bridle in her hand. She crept as to be transferred to another. She to whom cautiously to the side of the bed now occupied it is thus transferred is called the second hand. by the stouter groom, and attempted to throw From the second hand the magic power can be the reins over his head; he, however, fully awake again removed to a third, fourth, fifth, and to her design, quickly seized the bridle and sixth. But when once it is transferred to the threw it over the woman's head. In a moment seventh hand, she who is thus bewitched is she stood before him transformed into a beau. doomed to remain under the enchantment during tiful grey mare! “Aba! good beast,' exclaimed her entire life. the groom, ' now, by your leave, will I have a From these witch legends we learn how magic pleasant ride! And he sprang into the saddle, needles are capable of piercing the tender frames and was off out of the stable and away into the of infants, and rendering the little nurslings fields, where he galloped about right and left till sick unto death, even while lying snugly in the the very break of day. Next, he rode to a black-1 cabinet of the sorceress! Is' not, by the way,
the child's toy of the boxes enclosed one within opened the casket, in which he found several another, of most suspicious origin? Witness boxes, all containing needles, every one of which the following:
he threw away. During his search his eye “A milk-woman came daily to a certain house lighted upon one peculiarly large box; this his to sell her milk. The owner of the house had a curiosity induced him to open ; when inside it little child, and every day when the woman he saw a second box, in the second a third, in arrived she expressed herself charmed with the the third a fourth, and so on-seven boxes in child's beauty; and, taking it in her arms, would all being thus enclosed one within another. The caress it with apparent fondness, crying “0, last of these was filled with needles. Careful, thou dear, dear child! It was singular, how. not only for himself but for the welfare of bis ever, that on every such occasion thé child neighbours, he threw these also away, so that would utter a sudden and painful cry. The the witch might work no more harm. Arrived mother remarked besides that the child became at home, he thrust her from the door, and from covered with sores, and that whenever the wo-that time she was never seen in his house man had been to the house, the sores became again.” worse. All her efforts to heal them were in- Fire seems an infallible agent in the betrayal effectual, and she at last rightly came to the of your true witch : she may do her evil spiriting conclusion that the child must be bewitched. with impunity till the flame rises; but, safe as The next time the woman made her appearance, she is reputed to be in water, she evidently canthe mother kept the child out of her way, and not stand fire. Scarcely a less summary proshe begged her, as it was winter time and very ceeding than our own judicial witch-finding, is cold, to sit down by the fire and warm herself. the German mode of conviction. As in the Meanwhile she called her goodman, who secretly above legend, a story is current of a man whose stuck a nail in the ground beneath the stool on children were pining under the dreaded spells which the woman was seated. He then stirred of the sorceress, and who discovered the culprit the fire and made so great a blaze that the by means of a fire kindled with the wood of woman could scarcely endure the heat. She certain trees selected for the purpose. “As the attempted to rise, but finding herself unable to children grew worse and worse, he was advised move, she entreated the goodman to push her to make a great fire of the wood of the beech farther away from the fire; but he replied, 'In- and the elm and the oak, taking care that no deed I am not strong enough: you are far too other sort of fuel should be mixed therewith. heavy for me; but you are quite able to move This fire was to be diligently watched; for when yourself, if you will. Thereupon the woman the flames from the different kinds of wood began to sigh and lament, and to pray the man should rise and mingle together, then the woman to release her. It was now evident that she was who entered the house first would prove to be indeed the witch through whose arts the child the witch. This was done and the witch was suffered. He charged her with the fact in no discovered.” measured terms, and she at once confessed it. Alas! for the “ first foot !” Little worth must “Yes,' she said, it was I who bewitched your have been the “ Zauberie” which failed to warn child : I stuck it all over with charmed needles. the worker of its mischief of the triple brand so You will find them in my cabinet, in the seventh cunningly devised for her destruction. But casket of the upper drawer, in a box. Here is amidst all her arts and all her power over the the key; take it, and throw them away ; your lives of others, the sagacity needful for her own child will then recover. But be sure that you preservation is alone wanting to the witch of our let the rest remain. The man took the key and Legendary Lore.
A NA U T U M N
RAM B L E.
BY ALFRED LEAR HUXFORD,
“ Salut bois couronnés d'un reste de verdure
Once more, ere yet the icy blasts of winter take a farewell glance of this Great Exhibition of forbid the fieldward ramble--ere yet the pierc- Nature, ere Winter, the stern Commissioner, ing winds seal up the river's babblings--ere yet sends forth the irrevocable decree for its closing. a snowy mantle covers the fields, the hedge- Seel the sun shines brightly, wooing us to banks, and the leafless boughs-ere yet the rains leave the busy haunts of men, the thronged descend and prevent a studious walk through thoroughfares, the bustle of life, and stroll where quiet lanes and up hill-slopes, let us take a ram- Nature still holds her leafy reign. Hark! the ble by the hedge-row and across the again ver- lark's warblings mingle with the robin's shrill dant ineadow, culling, as we go, a wreath of twitter. Come! let us away; there are still Autumn flowers, fancies, and musings. Let us bright flowers to greet us: the sweet pink blos
soms of the bramble may be gone, but its boughs | more sweetly than in that sad last lay, wrung, are loaded with the rich juicy blackberries ; and like the wail of the dying swan, from the spirit though we shall not meet with the elegant roses of the true-hearted Corn Law Rhymer, on his whose soft fragrancies charmed us as we wan- death-beddered by those hedge-rows in the spring-time,
“Thy notes, sweet robin, soft as dew, they have been followed by the glowing scarlet Heard soon or late, are dear to me. berries, tinted, aye, as brightly as the most ex- To music I could bid adieu, quisite spoils of coral, wherewith the mermaid
But not to thee ! adorns her deep sea-grot. Come! let us away, for the poetess of the fields and the wild-flowers,
“ When from my eyes this life-full throng
Has passed away, no more to be, Mary Howitt has assured us of a floral greet- Then Autumn's primrose, robin's song, ing
Return to me.” 6. The autumn sun is shining, Grey mists are on the hill;
Nothing can exceed the richness of the tinted A russet tint is on the leaves,
foliage at this season, from the mellow gleam of But flowers are blooming still.
the sea-born amber to the superb crimson of the Still bright, in wood and meadow,
warrior's banner : every shade of yellow, brown, On moorlands dıy and brown;
and red dyes the moist glossy sprays of the By little streams, by rivers broad,
woods and copses; and the delicious magic of On erery breezy down;
“sunset's alchemy” seems to have been successThe little flowers are smiling, With chilly dew-drops wet,
fully essayed on the foliage of the lately verdant And saying with a spirit voice,
boughs; indeed, the author of the “Sermons “We have not vanish'd yet!”
in Sonnets” calls October “the sunset of the
year;" and Calder Campbell saysThe lark! how sweetly is he ringing out his
“ October ! 'tis the Painter's month :' its wreath wild, rich peal of melody, as he breasts the golden ether, and rises towards heaven's sap
Of many-coloured leaves : its various hues,
All beautiful and rich, do yet infuse phire gate! Like us, he cares nought for the rain-cloud which hangs yonder, on the verge of
A touch of melancholy to the thoughts,
That, in the change of nature and the death the horizon, and which the folded petal of the
Of vegetation, see the emblems sad greater bindweed (Calystegia sepium)—the pro- Of Man's decay! How bright the glow that floats, phet of the shower—so surely betokens as ap- Cloud-like, o'er yonder grove of beeches, clad proaching. What gay and simple ravishment
and gold, and crimson.” the lark breathes out with every cadence! how merry, yet how exquisite are his utterances ! leaves;" for when the breeze-sighs past us,
It yields, indeed, a "wreath of many-coloured Not a brilliant passage escapes from his joyresounding throat, but seems to pour in full
and the dark trees rain, tide from the innermost song-wells of his being :
Their autumn foliage rustling on our heads, and we hear his glad warblings, too, so fre- it seems that our path is strewn with the quently in our wanderings : let us roam up the brightest flowers of the summer parterre. hills, or through the meadow, across the cornfield, down the lane, or even by the sea-shore, reminds us of the many beautiful blossoms of
Besides this lovely tint-bow of foliage, which he is there, overhead, with his gay, glad song, vernal days now passed away, but again to relending another charm to these beautiful scenes. This happy ubiquity of the lark has been weli visit us, when the winter is past, the rain is pourtrayed by Eliza Cook, in her fine spirited of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is
over and gone,” when “the time of the singing poem on “ Birds”
heard in our land”-there are still a few flowers Up in the morning, while the dew
by the wayside to repay our loiterings; for Is splashing in crystals o'er him, The ploughman hies to the upland rise,
though the joyous seasons are departed, there But the lark is there before him.
are still left the daisy (Bellis perennis) and the He sings while the team is yoked to the share
buttercup (Ranunculus acris) to conjure up He sings when the mist is going
sweet thoughts of childhood, and its daisyHe sings when the noon-tide south is fair
chained pleasure-now, alas! broken from the He sings when the west is glowing.
frail floral bonds, and departed for ever! There Now his pinions are spread o'er the
peasant's head, are still left the rich deep lilac blossoms of the Now he drops in the furrows behind him. mallow (Malva sylvestris), so celebrated by Oh! the lark is a merry and constant mate, children for its toy-seeds, and by quaint old Without favour or fear to bind him."
flower-sages for its manifold curative proBut, if we remember his song with gratitude, perties. The beautiful crimson heads of we must not forget the robin-redbreast, whose the clover (Trifolium pratense) are also shrill and desultory, but not unpleasing, note, to be met with; and though the glad golden comes with the sere and yellow leaf” to re- blossoms of the silverweed (Potentilla anserina) mind us of winter and the peaceful joys of home, are departed in summer's train, its beautiful the yule-log, the holly-bough, the mistletoe and flossy foliage is displayed in lustrous softness on its kiss-spells, the yule-feats, and the mirth- the hedge-bank. But there are other blossoms makings of merry Christmastide. He, too, hath of the golden hue lurking on the verge of our been celebrated in poet's lays, and nowhere rural route; the hawkweed (Hieracium pilosella)
erects its starry blossom to the autumn breeze, , virtue existed in some, which, under given cir. and many a flower of both species of the ragwort cumstances and according to a preconceived (Senecio Jacobee and S. vulgaris) stand primly system of operation, would destroy or avert erect, and give bright reflex to the autumn sun- malign influences, and protect man from inferior beams; but grandest of all, in golden glory, spiritual evils. For the philosophers did not stands the fileawort (Pulicaria dysenterica), then reason from experience; they built up an which displays many a head of its large showy exquisitely proportioned system of theories, and flowers. There is also another tiny yellow flower then adapted facts to these; consequently facts blooming in this hedgebank, which though be- were sometimes found to run against them most longing to a very different order from the three remarkably. It may not be amiss for us to last-mentioned (Asteracea), is an individual of consider some of the plants we meet with in our an order no less important. It is the hedge- ramble, under the aspects they assumed to our mustard (Sisymbrium officinale), belonging to old Botanographists. Decandolle's sub-order Notorhizee of the great Here are the tall straggling branches of that natural family of Cruciferous, or, according to Corollifloriaceous plant, the vervain (Verbena the Linnæan system Tetradynamous plants, officinalis), “which never grows far from the which comprehends not only those valuable home of man;" whether this be true or not, vegetables, the cabbage, turnip, radish, &c., but we cannot now stop to discuss; at all erepts, also the sweet-smelling wall-flower, and that though the town is three or four miles off, a celebrated vegetable dye, the woad, wherewith gipsey's tent is often seen in this green lane, our British ancestors horribly stained their bo- and here by the hedge-bank are the ashes of a dies before going to battle. We have here the fire, round which a circle of the dark-eyed Zinpretty little plant called Cudweed (Gnaphalium gari probably feasted and chatted. This same arvense), which though now displaying no blos- vervain has had miraculous powers attributed soms, is still a pleasing object from the silkiness to it, and the legend of its virtues dates eren of its flexible stems and leaves ; yonder is a last from the days of Druidism: it was held to be straying blossom of the beautiful herb Robert good against all diseases produced by witchcraft, (Geranium Robertianum)-beautiful both for its sorcery, and magic; it was said to be infallible soft fragrance and the delicate hue of its petals ; against the “ bitings of serpents, mad dogs, the and, as if to add every rich tint to our autumn tarantula, and all venomous creatures.” Mosheaf of wild flowers, the knapweed (Centaurea nardus relates an extraordinary story of the jacea) here invites our admiration; while another manner in which an Indian physician relieved plant of the same sub-order (Corymbifera) of the sufferings of a noble lady by the agency of Composite flowers, the ploughman's spikenard this plant; and to crown all, our own Culpeper (Conyza squarosa) displays a profusion of its pronounces the root, "tied to the pit of the dark green leaves and curious little flosculous stomach by a piece of white ribbon," to be an blossoms.
infallible remedy against strumous disorders. It is amusing to recal the many quaint and Trailing among the branches of this almost remarkable things that were said of plants in leafless hedge we observe the penny royal the olden time, and the virtues that were ascribed (Mentha pulegium), belonging to the same na. to them by the credulous old herbalists. There tural class as the preceding. This, though not is to the unlearned, aye, and to the learned much of a witch-herb, received an almost equal mind, such a wonder, a beauty, and a joy, in amount of veneration for its curative properties. these little herbs springing up by the wayside Here follows the statement of its virtues accordwithout care or culture, that it is not surprising ing to Salmon :-“Penny royal is of subtil parts, men should look at them, apart from their as Galen says: it is hot and dry in the third poetic mission, as things sent forth from the degree, aperitive, abstersive, carminative, digesDeity to minister to man’s griefs, and to assuage tive, discussive, diuretic, incisive, vulnerary, his pains and afflictions : for when it was ob- cephalick, neurotick, stomachick, splenetick, served that the chiefest necessaries of life were nephritick, hysterick, sudorifick, analeptick, and derived from the vegetable world under man's alexipharmick.”-A pretty comprehensive array care, the poet-physician, wandering forth into of powers! considering the same author also the waste, and lighting upon an unknown plant, states that "it resists poison, and cures such as could not but believe that this also was intended are bitten or stung by serpents, mad dogs, and to minister to man's necessities, if not as an other venomous creatures” to boot! It is quite edible, then, better still, to eradicate the manifold certain, however, that this herb may be usefully diseases which might afflict his frame. And he employed for some of the purposes above mendid well too: it was far better to have this hum- tioned; for Professor Lindley, speaking of the ble floral faith than to look abroad suspiciously order Labiateæ, to which pennyroyal belongs, upon all things, with the cold glance of the says-" Their tonic, cordial, and stomachic sceptic. But this was not all the old world qualities, due to the presence of an aromatic thought of plants: in those days the myths of volatile oil and a bitter principle, are the univermagic and witchcraft were supreme in their sal features of this order, which does not conhold upon the human mind; and from the tain a single unwholesome or even suspicious venom that was discovered in one class of plan species.” Another plant of the same class and and the curative properties possessed by another order (claiming therefore similar virtues), which class, it was believed that a third or occult we may now find hiding its rich purple flowers