THE WITCH OF WAPPING.

In April, 1652, Joan Peterson, the witch of Wapping, was hanged at Tyburn

in just retribution of her sins. Joan had long had an ugly name in that

mean house of hers on the small island near Shadwell; for she was known to

heal the sick in a manner more suggestive than satisfactory, and she had a

black beast that used to suck her: which every one knew was the art and

function of an imp. That this was true of her who could doubt, for a man

said he had seen it, and it took even less direct testimony than this to

prove a woman a witch. Let the sceptical read the "Country Justice" to see

what subtle threads were strong enough for a witch-halter! One evening a

neighbour woman was watching by the cradle of a child who was strangely

distempered. In jumped a black cat, coming no one knew whence, and stopped

her cradling. This woman, and another watching with her, flung the

fire-fork at the cat, when it vanished as quickly as it had come. In an

hour's time it came again from the other side: one of the women raised her

foot and kicked it; and immediately her foot and leg swelled, and were

very sore and painful. Then, terrified, they called the master of the

house, told him that they could not watch in a place so beset with evil

spirits, and left him and the child to get on as they could. On their way

home they lighted on a baker, who told them that he had just met a big

black cat which had affrighted him so that his hair stood all on end; and

when the women told their tale, he said "on his conscience he thought it

was Mother Peterson, for he had met her going towards the island a little

while before." When on his oath, under examination, this valiant baker

declared that he had never been afraid of any cat before in his life; and

to a further question answered, "No, he had never seen such a cat before,

and he hoped in God he should never see the like again." But what

connection old Joan Peterson was assumed to have with this mysterious

black cat remains a mystery to this day: it was none to the judge and

jury, who condemned her to be hanged with safe and tranquil minds.

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