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... in Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unsounded depth, the water black, and the fish therein very distasteful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which foreshow either the death of the Governor, or of some prime officer belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of a harper, sweetly singing and dailying and playing under the water.

. It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devil walked in her body for the space of two years, so that none suspected but she was still alive: for she did both speak and eat, though very sparingly ; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance, which was the only sign of death. At length a Magician coming by where she was then in the company of muny other virgins, as soon as he beheld her he said, 'Fair Maids, why keep you company with this dead Virgin, whom you suppose to be alsve?”—when, taking away the magic charm which was tied under her arm, the body fell down lifeless and without motion.

The following Ballad is founded on these stories. They are to Xe found in the notes to The Hierarchies of the Biessed Angels; a Poem by Thomas Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635.

High on a rock whose castled shade
Darken'd the lake below,

In ancient strength majestic stood
The towers of Arlinkow.

The fisher in the lake below
Durst never cast his net,

Nor ever swallow in its waves
Her passing wing would wet.

The cattle from its ominous banks
In wild alarm would run,

Though parch'd with thirst, and faint beneath
The summer's scorching sun.

For sometimes when no passing breeze The long lank sedges waved,

All white with foam and heaving high Its deafening billows raved;

And when the tempest from its base The rooted pine would shake,

The powerless storm unruffling swept Across the calm dead lake.

And ever then when death drew near
The house of Arlinkow,

Its dark unfathom'd waters sent
Strange music from below.

The Lord of Arlinkow was old, One only child had he,

Donica was the Maiden's name, As fair as fair might be.

A bloom as bright as opening morn
Flush'd o'er her clear white cheek;

The music of her voice was mild,
Her full dark eyes were meek.

Far was her beauty known, for none So fair could Finland boast;

Her parents loved the Maiden much, Young Elekh And loved her most.

Together did they hope to tread
The pleasant path of life,

For now the day drew near to make
Donica Eberhard's wife.

The eve was fair and mild the air, Along the lake they stray;

The eastern hill reflected bright The tints of fading day.

And brightly o'er the water stream'd
The liquid radiance wide;

Donica's little dog ran on
And gambold at her side.

Youth, health, and love bloom'd on her cheek;
Her full dark eyes express

In many a glance to Eberhard
Her soul's meek tenderness.

Nor sound was heard, nor passing gale
Sigh'd through the long lank sedge;

The air was hush'd, no little wave
Dimpled the water's edge.

Sudden the unfathom'd lake sent forth
Its music from beneath,

And slowly oer the waters sail'd
The solemn sounds of death.

As those deep sounds of death arose,
Donica's cheek grew pale,

And in the arms of Eberhard
The lifeless Maiden fell.

Loudly the Youth in terror shriek'd,
And loud he call'd for aid,

And with a wild and eager look
Gazed on the lifeless Maid.

But soon again did better thoughts In Eberhard arise,

And he with trembling hope beheld The Maiden raise her eyes.

And on his arm reclined she moved
With feeble pace and slow,

And soon with strength recover'd reach'd
The towers of Arlinkow.

Yet never to Donica's cheek
Return'd the lively hue:

Her cheeks were deathy white and wan,
Her lips a livid blue.

Her eyes so bright and black of yore Were now more black and bright,

And beam'd strange lustre in her face So deadly wan and white.

The dog that gambold by her side, And loved with her to stray,

Now at his alter'd mistress howl'd, And fled in fear away.

Yet did the faithful Eberhard
Not love the Maid the less;

He gazed with sorrow, but he gazed
With deeper tenderness.

And when he found her health unharm'd
He would not brook delay,

But pressed the not unwilling Maid
To fix the bridal day.

And when at length it came, with joy
He hail'd the bridal day,

And onward to the house of God
They went their willing way.

But when they at the altar stood, And heard the sacred rite,

The hallow'd tapers dimly stream'd A pale sulphureous light.

And when the Youth with holy warmth
Her hand in his did hold,

Sudden he felt Donica's hand
Grow deadly damp and cold.

And loudly did he shriek, for lo! A Spirit met his view,

And Eberhard in the angel form His own Donica knew.

That instant from her earthly frame
Howling the Daemon fled,
And at the side of Eberhard
The livid form fell dead.


• Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair Palace, which was situate upon the river Rhine, they beheld a boat or small barge make toward the shore, drawn by a Swan in a silver chain, the one end fastened about her neck, the other to the vessel; and in it an unknown soldier, a man of a comely personage and graceful presence, who stept upon the shore; which done, the boat guided by the Swan left him, and floated down the river. This man fell afterward in league with a fair gentlewoman, married her and by her had many children. After some years, the same Swan came with the same barge unto the same place;—the soldier entering into it, was carried thence the way he came, left wife, children and family, and was never seen amongst them after.

. Now who can judge this to be other than one of those spirits that are named Incubi - says Thomas Heywood. I have adopted his story, but not his solution, making the unknown soldier not an evil spirit, but one who had purchased happiness of a malevolent being, by the promised sacrifice of his first-born child.

Baight on the mountain's heathy slope
The day's last splendours shine,

And rich with many a radiant hue,
Gleam gaily on the Rhine.

And many a one from Waldhurst's walls
Along the river stroll'd,

As rufiling o'er the pleasant stream
The evening gales came cold.

So as they stray'd a swan they saw
Sail stately up and strong,

And by a silver chain he drew
A little boat along, -

Whose streamer to the gentle breeze
Long floating fluttered light,

Beneath whose crimson canopy
There lay reclined a knight.

With arching crest and swelling breast
On sail'd the stately swan,

And lightly up the parting tide
The little boat came on.

And onward to the shore they drew,
Where having left the knight,

The little boat adown the stream
Fell soon beyond the sight.

Was never a knight in Waldhurst's walls
Could with this stranger vie;

Was never a youth at aughtesteem'd
When Rudiger was by.

Was never a maid in Waldhurst's walls Might match with Margaret;

Her cheek was fair, her eyes were dark, Her silken locks like jet.

And many a rich and noble youth Had strove to win the fair;

But never a rich and noble youth Could rival Rudiger.

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