A REMONSTRAH SEN FOR HAVING SOURED THE DISPOSITION OF THEIR GHOSTS AND FAERIES
Not only in Ireland is faery belief still extant. It was only the other day I heard of a Scottish farmer who believed that the lake in front of his house was haunted by a water-horse. He was afraid of it, and dragged the lake with s, and then tried to pump it empty. It would have been a bad thing for the water-horse had he found him. An Irish peasant would have long sine to terms with the creature. For in Ireland there is something of timid affe between men and spirits. They only ill-treat each other in reason. Each admits the other side to have feelings. There are points beyond whieither will go. No Irish peasant would treat a captured faery as did the man Campbell tells of. He caught a kelpie, and tied her behind him on his horse. She was fierce, but he kept her quiet by driving an awl and a needle into her. They came to a river, and she grew very restless, fearing to cross the water. Again he drove the awl and needle into her. She cried out, 「Pierce me with the awl, but keep that slender, hair-like slave (the needle) out of me.」 They came to an inurhe light of a lantern on her; immediately she dropped down like a falling star, and ged into a lump of jelly. She was dead. Nor would they treat the faeries as one is treated in an old Highland poem. A faery loved a little child who used to cut turf at the side of a faery hill. Every day the faery put out his hand from the hill with an ented khe child used to cut the turf with the k did not take long, the knife being charmed. Her brothers wondered why she was done so quickly. At last they resolved to watch, and find out who helped her. They saw the small hand e out of the earth, and the little child take from it the knife. Wheurf was all cut, they saw her make three taps on the ground with the hahe small hand came out of the hill. Snatg the knife from the child, they cut the hand off with a blow. The faery was never again seen. He drew his bleeding arm into the earth, thinking, as it is recorded, he had lost his hand through the treachery of the child.
In Scotland you are too theological, too gloomy. You have made even the Devil religious. 「Where do you live, good-wyf, and how is the minister?」 he said to the witch whe her on the high-road, as it came out irial. You have burnt all the witches. In Ireland we have left them aloo be sure, the 「loyal minority」 knocked out the eye of oh a cabbage-stump on the 31st of March, 1711, iown of Carrickfergus. But then the 「loyal minority」 is half Scottish.
You have discovered the faeries to be pagan and wicked. You would like to have them all up before the magistrate. In Ireland warlike mortals have gone amongst them, and helped them in their battles, and they in turn have taught me skill with herbs, ated some few to hear their tunes.
Carola upon a faery rath. Ever after their tunes ran in his head, and made him the great musi he was. In Scotland you have denouhem from the pulpit. In Ireland they have beeted by the priests to sult them oate of their souls. Unhappily the priests have decided that they have no souls, that they will dry up like so much bright vapour at the last day; but more in sadhan in ahey have said it. The Catholic religion likes to keep on good terms with its neighbours.
These two different ways of looking at things have influenced in each try the whole world of sprites and goblins. For their gay and graceful doing