Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

Witchcraft, Sorcery, Ghosts, and Fetches. 163
next morning in the dry gripe of the ditch with a bochyeeii
(dried cow-dung), under my head. So
" There was a tree at the end of the house, and it was bending,
bending,
And my story is ending, ending."
A dream romance of the same kind will be found in
Crofton Croker's collection. Our authorities are Owen
J ourdan of the Duffrey, as well as the woman called here
Cauth Morrisy. O. J.'s version differed a little from
that given, as he had to adapt the adventures to a male
character. All are slightly related to the " Story Teller
at fault " of Gerald Griffin.
The following piece of diablerie is probably unknown
out of Ireland. At least, we do not recollect having
found it in the collections of Grimm or Dasent. It
bears the usual marks of pagan origin. In the system of
natural magic of a celebrated living writer, the adept,
availing himself of the chemical and magnetic virtues
inherent in some substances, and even those belonging
to mere figures, such as the pentacle, can not only subject
intelligent and sensitive beings to his will, but even in-
sensible chairs and stools. When his critics twit him
with the unsoundness of his theory, and its unsuitable-
ness to the present state of physical and social science,
he may appeal to its antiquity. The pagan magicians
handed it to their quasi-Christian successors, and when
these worthies departed to some world more worthy of
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