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his stomach till to-morrow, and then she would provide them a good breakfast.

“ Since it is so, Miles” (said the good man) must rest content, and sleep out our hunger;" Nay, stay,” said Miles, “ if that you can eat, I can find you good meats: I am a scholar, and have some art.” “I would fain see it,” (said the good man ) “You shall," quoth Miles," and thạt presently.” With that Miles pulled forth a book out of his bosom, and began his conjuration in this fashion.

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“Comes there none yet?” quoth Miles, “then I must use some other charm.

"Now the Owl is flown abroad,
For I hear the croaking Toad,
And the bat that shuns the day
Through the dark doth make her way.
Now the Ghosts of Men do rise,
And with fearful hideous Crys,
Seek revengement (from the good)
On their heads that spilt that blood:
Come some spirit, quick, I say,
Night's the Devil's Holy Day:
Where e'er you be in dens or lake,
In the Ivie, Ewe, or Brake:
Quickly come and me attend,
That am Bacon's Man and Friend.
But I will have you take no shape
Of a Bear, a Horse, or Ape:


Nor will I have you terrible,
And therefore come invisible."

“ Now he is come,” quoth Miles, “and therefore tell me what meat you will have, mine host.” “Any thing Miles,” said the good man, “what thou wilt.” “Why then,” said Miles, "what say you to a capon." “ I love it above all meat,” said the good man. “Why then a capon you shall have, and that a good one too. Bemomy spirit that I have raised to do me service, I charge thee seek and search about the earth, and bring me hither straight the best of capons ready roasted.” Then stood he still a little, as though he had attended the coming of his spirit, and on the suddain said, “it is well done Beino, he hath brought me, mine host, a fat capon from the king of Tripoli's own table, and bread with it.” “I; but where is it, Miles," said the host. “I see neither spirit nor capon,” “Look under the tub,” quoth Miles, “and there you shall find it.”

shall find it.” He presently did and brought (to his wife's grief) the capon and bread out. “Stay,”quoth Miles, "we do yet want some drink that is comfortable and good: I think, mine host, a bottle of Malego sack were not amiss; I will have it. Bemo, hast the to Malego, and fetch me from the governour a bottle of his best sack.”

“The poor woman thought that he would have betrayed her and her lover, and therefore wished that he had been hanged, when that he came first into her house. He having stood a little while, as before, said, " well done Bemo, look behind the great chest, mine host;" he did so, and brought out the bottle of sack. “Now," quoth he, “ Miles, sit down and welcome to thine own cheer. You may see, wife,” quoth he, “what a man of art can


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do, get a fat capon and a bottle of good wine in a quarter of an hour, and for nothing, which is best of all: come, good wife, set down and be merry; for all this is paid for, I thank Miles."

“ She sate, and could not eat one bit for anger, but wished that every bit they did eat, might choak them: Her old lover too that lay under the bed all this while, was ready to bepiss himself for fear, for he still looked when that Miles would discover him.

“ When they had eaten and drunk well, the good man desired Miles, that he would let him see the spirit that fetched them this good cheer. Miles seemed unwilling, telling him that it was against the laws of art to let an illiterate man see a spirit, but yet for once he would let him see it; and told him withall, he must open the door and soundly beat the spirit, or else he should be troubled hereafter with it: and because he should not fear it, he would put it into the shape of some one of his neighbours.

" The good man told him that he need not to doubt his valour, he would beat him soundly: and to that purpose he took a good cudgel in his hand, and did stand ready for him. Miles then went to the bed side, under which the old man lay, and began to conjure him with these words.

“ Bemo, quickly come appear,
Like an old man that dwels near;
Quickly rise, and in his shape,
From this house make thy escape:
Quickly rise, or else I swear,

I'll put thee in a worser fear. * The old man seeing no remedy, but that he must needs come forth, put a good face on it, and rose from


under the bed: “behold my spirit,” quoth Miles, “that brought me all that you have had. Now be as good as your word and swaddle him soundly.” “I protest,” said the good man, “your devil is as like good man Stumpe the tooth-drawer, as pome-water is like an apple. Is it possible that your spirit can take other men's shapes ? I'll teach this to keep his own shape.” With that he did beat the old man soundly, so that Miles was fain to take him off, and put the old man out of door; so after some laughing to bed they all went: but the woman could not sleep for grief, that her old lover had had such hard usage for her sake.”

The next chapter relates “how Fryer Bacon did help a young man to his sweetheart, which Fryer Bungey would have married to another; and of the mirth that was at the wedding;' and contains the following song, which I shall extract as a specimen of

" And there an end !”

the poetry:

To the tune of I have been a Fidler, &c."
And did you not hear of a mirth that befell

the morrow after a wedding day,
At carrying a Bride at home to dwell;

and away to Twiver, away, away. .
The Quintin was set, and the Garlands were made;

'tis pity old Customs should ever decay:
And woe be to him that was horst on a Jade,
for he carried no credit

a way, away. We meet a Consort of Fiddle-dedees-

we set them a cock horse, and make them to play “ The winning of Bullen," and “Upgyfrees," and away to Twiver away, away. N 4


There was ne'er a lad in all the Parish,

that would go to Plow that day : But on his fore horse his Wench he carries,

and away to Twiver, away, away.

The Butler was quick, and the ale he did tap,

the Maidens did make the Chamber full gay: The Serving men gave me a Fudling Cap,

and I did carry it away, away.

The Smith of the Town his Liquor so took,

that he was persuaded the ground look'd blue, And I dare boldly swear on a Book,

such Smiths as he there be but a few.

A Posset was made, and the women did sip,

and simpering said they could eat no more: Full many a Maid was laid on the lip:

i'll say no more, but so give o'er.


ART. VIII. Sketch of the Life and character of

Er Joseph Wartun, with an account of Mr. Wooll's Memoirs of him.

The Rev. John Wooll, a Wykehamist, now master of Midhurst school, in Sussex, has just published, in a quarto volume, the Life, Poems, and Correspondence of Dr. Joseph Warton. I shall venture, as I have done in the case of Dr. Beattie, to make a few extracts and remarks on it.

It appears that Dr. Warton, was born at the house of his maternal grandfather, the Rev. Joseph Richardson, at Dansfold in Surrey, in April 1722. His


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