in's time have I
Continued night-sports to and fro,
That, for my pranks, men call me by
The name of Robin Goodfellow.
There's neither hag nor spirit doth wag,
The fiends and goblins do me know;
And beldames old my tales have told;
Sing Vale, Vale, ho, ho, ho!"

_The Latine of the foregoing verses_.

"Ab Oberone lemurum
Coemetriorum regulo,
Spectator veni lubricum,
Illius jussu, Robbio;
Quodcunque joci, sit hic loci,
Quocunque vado in angulo,
Id speculabor, et conjocabor,
Sonorem boans, ho, ho, ho!

"Praeceps feror per aerem
Telo trisulco citius,
Et translunaria penetrem
Momento brevi ocyus;
Larvatus frater non vagatur
Quocunque vado in angulo,
Nam Robbio, huic obvio,
Et facta exploro, ho, ho, ho!

"Nunc canis nunc accipiter,
Et homo nunc obambulo,
Nunc equi forma induor
Et levis circumcursito;
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Si quis me prendat, et ascendat,
Velocius aura rapio,
Per prata, montes, vada, fontes,
Risumque tollo, ho, ho, ho!

"Cum juvenes convivio
Admiscent se puellulis,
Ignotus vinum haurio
Et impleor bellariis;
Tunc sterto, strepo, et dum crepo,
Lucernam flatu adventillo,
Haec basiatur; hic quis? clamatur,
Cachinnans reddo, ho, ho, ho!

"Si quando cum consorte larva
In circulum tripudio,
Et observemur nos per arva
Acutiori oculo;
Et si spectator eloquatur
Nec os obhaeret digito,
Nocte terremus et torquemus
Ungue spectris, ho, ho, ho!

"Post incubiginam Merlinum
Nocturni feci ludicra,
Et combibonem me Robbinum
Vocent ob jocularia,
Me daemones, me lemures,
Me novite tenebrio,
Decantant me veneficae;
Vale! Valete! ho, ho, ho!"

[Footnote 1: This line is distinctly so written. We should probably read
_or_ instead of _but_. _Mummes_ may mean _mumbling_, muttering.]

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FOLK LORE.

DEVONSHIRE FOLK LORE.

1. _Storms from Conjuring_.--A common Devonshire remark on the rising of a
storm is, "Ah! there is a conjuring going on somewhere." The following
illustration was told me by an old inhabitant of this parish. In the parish
of St. Mary Tavy is a spot called "Steven's grave," from a suicide said to
have been buried there. His spirit proving troublesome to the
neighbourhood, was laid by a former curate on Sunday after afternoon
service. A man who accompanied the clergyman on the way was told by him to
make haste home, as a storm was coming. The man