THE SPRIGHTLY LAD OF SOMERSETSHIRE.[143]

One certain Sunday afternoon, in November 1657, Richard Jones, "a

sprightly youth of twelve," living at Shepton Mallet, in Somersetshire,

being left at home alone, and looking abroad as sprightly youth will, saw

an old woman of the place, by name Jane Brooks, look in at the window. He

went to the door to see what she wanted, when she asked him to give her a

piece of "close bread," and she would give him an apple. He did so, and

she thanked him, stroked him down the right side, shook him by the hand,

and bade him good night. When the father and our coz. Gibson came back,

they found the sprightly youth ill, and complaining of pain in the right

side. He continued in the same state through the night, and on the

following day became much worse, falling into fits of speechlessness, &c.,

immediately after having roasted and eaten the apple which Jane Brooks had

given him. He then told the father that an old woman of the place, name

unknown but person remembered, had stroked his right side, and thus had

caused his illness; whereupon his father decided that all the women of

Shepton Mallet should come to see him, and that in case he was in his fit,

and not able to speak when the true witch came, he should give a "jogg,"

which would be sufficiently expressive. All the women of Shepton Mallet

were brought in by turns; but the boy remained quiet until Jane Brooks

appeared, when he fell into a fit, and was for some time unable to see or

speak. Recovering himself, "he gave his father the Item," and drew towards

Jane. She was standing behind her two sisters, but the boy singled her

out and put his hand upon her; which the father seeing, he flew on the

poor creature, scratched her face "above her breath," and drew blood.

After this rather rough manner of exorcism, Master Richard Jones cried out

that he was well, and condescended to remain well for seven or eight days.

But at the end of this time, Alice Coward, sister to Jane, happening to

meet him and to say, "How do you do, my Honey?" he fell ill again, and

"cried out" on them without intermission. One Sunday he was in his fits,

his father and cousin Gibson with him as usual, when he suddenly exclaimed

that he "saw Jane Brooks there"--pointing to the wall. Cousin Gibson at

once struck a knife into the spot; whereupon the sprightly youth cried, "O

father, couz Gibson hath cut Jane Brooks's hand, and 'tis Bloody." The

father and Gibson on this went to the constable, "a discreet Person," and

telling him what had happened, took him with them to Jane's house, where

they found her sitting on a stool, with one hand over the other. After a

few questions they drew her hand away, and found that which was underneath

all bloody; which appearance she explained away as well as she could, by

saying that it was scratched with a great pin. This kind of thing going on

for some time, the pitiful plot grew ripe for execution, and on the 8th of

December Jane Brooks and her sister, Alice Coward, were taken to Castle

Cary to be examined by the justices, Mr. Hunt and Mr. Cary. Here Richard

performed all the usual tricks of the bewitched, lying speechless and

motionless while the suspected women were in the room; springing up into

tetanic fits if they laid their hands upon him, or so much as looked

towards him; bringing on himself, by his own will, convulsive fits and

catalepsy, and many of the more violent symptoms of hysteria, and

insisting that the two women came constantly to see him--as

apparitions--"their Hands cold, their Eyes staring, and their Lips and

Cheeks looking pale." "In this manner on a Thursday about Noon, the Boy

being newly laid in his Bed, Jane Brooks and Alice Coward appeared to him,

and told him that what they had begun they could not perform. But if he

would say no more of it, they would give him Money, and so put a Twopence

into his Pocket. After which they took him out of his Bed and laid him on

the ground and vanished, and the Boy was found by those that came next

into the Room lying on the Floor as if he had been dead." This twopence

had odd properties. When put upon the fire and made hot, the boy fell ill;

when taken out and cooled, he was all right again. The trick was tried in

the presence of many, and was found to answer admirably. Between the 8th

of December and the 17th of February, he practised another variation of

the same air. "Divers persons at sundry times" heard a croaking, as of a

toad, proceed from the boy, and though they held a candle to his face they

could not discern any movement of tongue, teeth, or lips. And this

croaking as of a toad repeated incessantly, "Jane Brooks, Alice Coward,

Jane Brooks, Alice Coward." On the 25th of February he performed his

greatest feat of all; or was reported to have done so--which did quite as

well in those days; for Richard Isles's wife said she saw him raised up

from the ground, mounting gradually higher and higher till he was carried

full thirty yards over the garden wall, when, falling at last at one

Jordan's door, he was there found as if dead. Coming to himself, he

declared that Jane Brooks had taken him by the arm, and carried him up, as

Isles's wife had seen; which fact was told and believed in as a fearful

instance of her malicious and wicked sorcery against the sprightly youth.

At another time, as many as nine people at once saw him hanging from a

beam, his hands placed flat against the wood, and his whole body raised

two or three feet from the ground. He continued to play these

extraordinary tricks from the 15th of November to the 10th of March; when,

being much wasted and worn, it was deemed advisable to save his life if

yet there might be time. Jane Brooks was sent to gaol, condemned, and

hanged at Charde assizes, March 26th, 1658; and Richard Jones, having no

longer any inducement to act the possessed, consented to remain with his

feet on the ground and his head in the air, according to the laws of

nature and Newton, and took no more fits, real or simulated, to extort

compassion or obtain revenge.

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