CHAPTER XIII

WALPURGIS NIGHT

Walpurga was a British nun who went to Germany in the eighth

century to found holy houses. After a pious life she was buried at

Eichstatt, where it is said a healing oil trickled from her

rock-tomb. This miracle reminded men of the fruitful dew which fell

from the manes of the Valkyries' horses, and when one of the days

sacred to her came on May first, the wedding-day of Frau Holda and

the sun-god, the people thought of her as a Valkyrie, and

identified her with Holda. As, like a Valkyrie, she rode armed on

her steed, she scattered, like Holda, spring flowers and fruitful

dew upon the fields and vales. When these deities fell into

disrepute, Walpurga too joined the pagan train that swept the sky

on the eve of May first, and afterwards on mountain-tops to

sacrifice and to adore Holda, as the priests had sacrificed for a

prosperous season and a bountiful harvest.

So this night was called Walpurgis Night, when evil beings were

abroad, and with them human worshippers who still guarded the old

faith in secret.

This is very like the occasion of November Eve, which shared with

May first Celtic manifestations of evil. Witches complete the list

of supernatural beings which are out on Hallowe'en. All are to be

met at crossroads, with harm to the beholders. A superstition goes,

that if one wishes to see witches, he must put on his clothes wrong

side out, and creep backward to a crossroads, or wear wild radish,

on May Eve.

On Walpurgis Night precaution must be taken against witches who may

harm cattle. The stable doors are locked and sealed with three

crosses. Sprigs of ash, hawthorn, juniper, and elder, once sacred

to the pagan gods, are now used as a protection against them.

Horseshoes are nailed prongs up on the threshold or over the door.

Holy bells are hung on the cows to scare away the witches, and they

are guided to pasture by a goad which has been blessed. Shots are

fired over the cornfield. If one wishes, he may hide in the corn

and hear what will happen for a year.

Signs and omens on Walpurgis Night have more weight than at other

times except on St. John's Day.

"On Walpurgis Night rain

Makes good crops of autumn grain,"

but rain on May Day is harmful to them.

[Illustration: THE WITCHES' DANCE (VALPURGISNACHT.)

_From Painting by Von Kreling._]

Lovers try omens on this eve, as they do in Scotland on Hallowe'en.

If you sleep with one stocking on, you will find on May morning in

the toe a hair the color of your sweetheart's. Girls try to find

out the temperament of their husbands-to-be by keeping a linen

thread for three days near an image of the Madonna, and at midnight

on May Eve pulling it apart, saying:

"Thread, I pull thee;

Walpurga, I pray thee,

That thou show to me

What my husband's like to be."

They judge of his disposition by the thread's being strong or

easily broken, soft or tightly woven.

Dew on the morning of May first makes girls who wash in it

beautiful.

"The fair maid who on the first of May

Goes to the fields at break of day

And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree

Will ever after handsome be."

_Encyclopedia of Superstitions._

A heavy dew on this morning presages a good "butter-year." You will

find fateful initials printed in dew on a handkerchief that has

been left out all the night of April thirtieth. On May Day girls

invoke the cuckoo:

"Cuckoo! cuckoo! on the bough,

Tell me truly, tell me how

Many years there will be

Till a husband comes to me."

Then they count the calls of the cuckoo until he pauses again.

If a man wears clothes made of yarn spun on Walpurgis Night to the

May-shooting, he will always hit the bull's-eye, for the Devil

gives away to those he favors, "freikugeln," bullets which always

hit the mark.

On Walpurgis Night as on Hallowe'en strange things may happen to

one. Zschokke tells a story of a Walpurgis Night dream that is more

a vision than a dream. Led to be unfaithful to his wife, a man

murders the husband of a former sweetheart; to escape capture he

fires a haystack, from which a whole village is kindled. In his

flight he enters an empty carriage, and drives away madly, crushing

the owner under the wheels. He finds that the dead man is his own

brother. Faced by the person whom he believes to be the Devil,

responsible for his misfortunes, the wretched man is ready to

worship him if he will protect him. He finds that the seeming Devil

is in reality his guardian-angel who sent him this dream that he

might learn the depths of wickedness lying unfathomed in his

heart, waiting an opportunity to burst out.

Both May Eve and St. John's Eve are times of freedom and

unrestraint. People are filled with a sort of madness which makes

them unaccountable for their deeds.

"For you see, pastor, within every one of us a spark of paganism

is glowing. It has outlasted the thousand years since the old

Teutonic times. Once a year it flames up high, and we call it St.

John's Fire. Once a year comes Free-night. Yes, truly,

Free-night. Then the witches, laughing scornfully, ride to

Blocksberg, upon the mountain-top, on their broomsticks, the same

broomsticks with which at other times their witchcraft is whipped

out of them,--then the whole wild company skims along the forest

way,--and then the wild desires awaken in our hearts which life

has not fulfilled."

SUDERMANN: _St. John's Fire._ (Porter _trans._)

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