Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment- Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine, Thy element; Glorious fountain! Let my heart be J. R. LOWELL. Fairies. "THEY inhabit the interior of green hills, chiefly those of a conical form, on which they lead their dances by moonlight, impressing upon the surface the marks of circles, which sometimes appear yellow and blasted, sometimes of a deepgreen hue, and within which it is dangerous to sleep or to be found after sunset. "They are heard sedulously hammering in linns, precipices, and rocky or cavernous situations, where, like the dwarfs of the mines, mentioned by Georg. Agricola, they busy themselves in imitating the actions and the various employments of men. The brook of Beaumont, for example, which passes in its course by numerous linns and caverns, is notorious for being haunted by the Fairies; and the perforated and rounded stones, which are formed by trituration in its channel, are termed, by the vulgar, fairy-cups and dishes. A beautiful rea son is assigned by Fletcher for the fays frequenting streams and fountains. He tells us of A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks Faithful Shepherdess. There is upon the top of Minchmuir, a mountain in Peebleshire, a spring called the Cheese Well, because, anciently, those who passed that way were wont to throw into it a piece of cheese as an offering to the Fairies, to whom it was consecrated. "The usual dress of the Fairies is green, though, on the moors, they have been sometimes observed in heath brown, or in weeds dyed with the stone ran, or lichen. They often ride in invisible procession, when their presence is discovered by the shrill ringing of their bridles."-Minstrelsy of Scottish Border. The seed of the fern, from its singular manner of growth, was supposed to be under the especial protection of the Queen of the Fairies. It was believed to have the quality of rendering whoever carried it about him invisible, and to be also of great use in charms and incantations. But the difficulties of gathering this mysterious seed were very great indeed; it was supposed to be only visible on St. John's Eve, and at the very moment when the Baptist was born. How the rustic population accounted for the fact that it might, in reality, be found on the fronds both before and after that day, one can not say; but they probably held this to be a delusion of the Fairies. It is certain, at least, that they supposed the important magic seed itself only to be attainable on that one evening in the year. But even at the right hour to collect this seed was no easy task, the Fairies resorting to all kinds of devices to prevent human hands from gathering it. A certain individual who flattered himself that he had succeeded in his errand, and supposed that "he had gotten a quantity of it, and secured it in papers, and in a box besides, when he came home, found all empty." This fancy connected with the fern appears to have been very general. Shakspeare alludes to it: "We have the receipt of fern-seed; we walk invisible.” Henry IV, Act 1, Sc. 3. ELVES. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; * SHAKSPEARE'S Tempest. HYNDE ETIN. BALLAD OF THE WOODS, May Margaret stood in her bouir door She heard a note in Elmond wood, And she wished that she was there. Sae she has kiltit her petticoats, A little abune her knee; As fast as she can gae. She hadna poued a nut, a nut, Nor broke a branch but ane "O why pou ye the nut, the nut, But aye she poued the other berry, FAIRIES. And says, "To wrong ye, Hynde Etin, I wad be unco laith." But he has taen her by the yellow locks, And said, "For slichting my commands, He pou'd a tree out o' the wood, The biggest that was there; And he howkit a cave many fathoms deep, "Now rest ye there, ye saucy May, My woods are free for thee; And gif I take ye to my cell, The better ye'll like me." Nae rest, nae rest May Margaret took; Her back lay on the cauld, cauld floor, Her head upon the stane. 'O tak me out," May Margaret cried, "O tak me hame to thee; And I sall be your bounden page, Until the day I dee." He took her out the dungeon deep, And awa wi' him she's gane; But sad was the day when a king's daughter O they hae lived in Elmond wood And the seventh she's brought home. These seven bairns, sae fair and fine, They never were in good church door, Nor ever gat good kirking. And aye at nicht, wi' harp in hand, As they lay still asleep, She sat hersell by their bedside, And bitterly did weep. 263 |