SOME REPRESENTATIVE ENGLISH WITCHES
Having seen how the witch in general lived and went about her evil
business, it may be well to consider the personality of individual
members of the craft. There have been, needless to say, many women
famous in other directions, who have been incidentally regarded by
their contemporaries as possessing superhuman powers. Indeed, to be
condemned as a witch was but to have an official seal set upon the
highest compliment payable to a woman in more than one period of the
earth's history, seeing that it marked her out from the dead level
of mediocrity to which her sex was legally and socially condemned.
It is as unnecessary as it is unfair to believe that the English and
French worthies who burnt Joan of Arc were hypocrites. That a woman
could do as she had done was to them capable only of two explanations.
Either she must be inspired from above or from below, according to
the point of view. As it was too much to expect that those whom she
had defeated should regard her victories as divine, it followed that
they could seem nothing but infernal. From Cleopatra or the Witch of
Endor onwards, the exceptional woman has had the choice of effacing her
individuality or of being regarded as an agent of the devil. It is true
that in our own more squeamish days, we prefer to regard her as either
eccentric or improper, according to her social position and other
attendant circumstances.
We may then disregard such historical characters as have other claims
to fame, and confine our attention to those whose activities were
concentrated upon witchcraft pure and simple. Nor have we to go far
afield for noteworthy examples, seeing that they abound, not only
in England, but even in London itself. Perhaps the most generally
respected of English witches, alike by her contemporaries and
succeeding generations is Mother Shipton, who flourished in the reign
of Henry VII. More fortunate than the majority of her colleagues,
she died a natural death, and it is scarcely too much to say that
her memory is green even to-day--among certain classes of society,
at any rate. In common with the Marquess of Granby, Lord Nelson, and
other popular idols, Mother Shipton has acted as sponsor for more than
one public house in different English counties; the most familiar to
Londoners being perhaps that at the corner of Malden Road, Camden Town,
a stopping-place on the tram and omnibus route to Hampstead Heath. I
have not been able to trace any definite connection between the witch
and the hostelry--probably the choice of a sign was made in order to
rival another inn named after Mother Redcap--herself a witch of some
eminence--in the same district. Mother Shipton was a native of the
gloomy forest of Knaresborough, in Yorkshire, a famous forcing-ground
of Black Magic, and, although few details of her life have been
preserved, we know, so far as tradition may be trusted, that despite
her evil reputation and the certainty that she had sold herself to the
devil, she was granted Christian burial in the churchyard at Clifton,
in Yorkshire, where she died. Whether this implies that she repented,
and cheated the devil of his bargain, before her death, or only that
the local authorities were lax in their supervision of the parish
cemetery, is an open question. At least, a tombstone is said to have
been there erected to her memory with the following inscription:--
Here lies she who never lied,
Whose skill often has been tried.
Her prophecies shall still survive
And ever keep her name alive.
No doubt Mother Shipton was as gifted as her fellows in the customary
arts of witchcraft, but tradition draws a merciful veil over her
exploits as poisoner or spell-caster. Her fame rests upon her
prophecies, and whether she actually uttered them herself or they
were attributed to her after the event, by admiring biographers, they
have ever since been accepted as worthy of all respect even when not
attended by the result she anticipated. Thus, although she is said to
have foretold the coming of the Stuarts in the person of James I. with
the uncomplimentary comment that with him:--
From the cold North
Every evil shall come forth.
the British Solon yet placed the greatest reliance upon her
prognostications, as did Elizabeth before him. It is even said that his
attempts by various pronunciamentos to stay the increase in the size of
London were prompted by Mother Shipton's well-known prophecy that:--
When Highgate Hill stands in the midst of London,
Then shall the folk of England be undone.
If it be argued by the sceptical that, although the London boundaries
are now considerably beyond Highgate Hill, the country has so far
prospered, it is to be remembered that the prophetess gave no date
for the undoing of the English people, and that, if we may believe
the mournful views taken of our national future by the leaders of
whichever political party happens to be out of office, Mother Shipton's
reliability is in a fair way of being vindicated within a very few
years.
Yet another of her predictions--perhaps the most famous, indeed--may
have been verified already in the days of Marlborough, Nelson, or
any of several eminent commanders, or may be still in process of
fulfilment. It runs as follows:
The time shall come when seas of blood
Shall mingle with a greater flood;
Great noise shall then be heard;
Great shouts and cries
And seas shall thunder louder than the skies;
Then shall three lions fight with three, and bring
Joy to a people, honour to a king.
That fiery year as soon as o'er
Peace shall then be as before;
Plenty shall everywhere be found,
And men with swords shall plough the ground.
The vagueness of this and other prophecies by Mother Shipton, however
much they may exasperate the stickler for exactitude, bear witness to
her direct descent from the ancient sibyls and pythons, few, if any, of
whom ever vouchsafed anything more definite.
Passing by Young Nixon, the dwarf, who, although a prophet scarcely
less inferior in fame to Mother Shipton, scarcely falls within the
limit of this volume--though it may be noted that one of his best-known
prophecies, that he would starve to death, did actually come true--we
may next consider the life-history of a witch less legendary than
Mother Shipton--the Mother Redcap referred to above as having provided
a sign for a Camden Town public house. Her career is detailed with
such care in Palmer's "St. Pancras and its History," and at the same
time provides so vivid a sketch of the probable career of many another
witch, that I may be excused for quoting the extract at length:--
"This singular character, known as Mother Damnable, is also called
Mother Redcap and sometimes the Shrew of Kentish Town. Her father's
name was Jacob Bingham, by trade a brickmaker, in the neighbourhood of
Kentish Town. He enlisted in the army, and went with it to Scotland,
where he married a Scotch pedlar's daughter. They had one daughter,
this Mother Damnable. This daughter they named Jinney. Her father,
on leaving the army, took again to his old trade of brick-making,
occasionally travelling with his wife and child as a pedlar. When the
girl had reached her sixteenth year, she had a child by one Coulter,
who was better known as Gipsy George. This man lived no one knew how,
but he was a great trouble to the magistrates. Jinney and Coulter
after this lived together, but being brought into trouble for stealing
sheep from some lands near Holloway, Coulter was sent to Newgate,
tried at the Old Bailey, and hung at Tyburn. Jinney then associated
with one Darby, but this union produced a cat and dog life, for Darby
was constantly drunk; so Jinney and her mother consulted together;
Darby was suddenly missed, and no one knew whither he went. About this
time, her parents were carried before the justices for practising the
black art, and therewith causing the death of a maiden, for which
they were both hung. Jinney then associated herself with one Pitcher,
though who or what he was never was known; but after a time his body
was found crouched up in the oven, burnt to a cinder. Jinney was tried
for the murder, but acquitted because one of her associates proved he
had 'often got into the oven to hide himself from her tongue.' Jinney
was now a lone woman, for her former companions were afraid of her.
She was scarcely ever seen, or if she were it was at nightfall, under
the hedges or in the lane; but how she subsisted was a miracle to
her neighbours. It happened during the troubles of the Commonwealth
that a man, sorely pressed by his pursuers, got into her house by
the back-door, and begged on his knees for a night's lodging. He was
haggard in his countenance and full of trouble. He offered Jinney
money, of which he had plenty, and she gave him a lodging. This man,
it is said, lived with her many years, during which time she wanted
for nothing, though hard words and sometimes blows were heard from
her cottage. The man at length died, and an inquest was held on the
body, but, though everyone thought him poisoned, no proof could be
found, and so she again escaped harmless. After this Jinney never
wanted money, as the cottage she lived in was her own, built on waste
land by her father. Years thus passed, Jinney using her foul tongue
against everyone, and the rabble in return baiting her as if she were
a wild beast. The occasion of this arose principally from Jinney being
reputed a practiser of the black art--a very witch. She was resorted
to by numbers, as a fortune-teller and healer of strange diseases;
and when any mishap occurred, then the old crone was set upon by the
mob, and hooted without mercy. The old, ill-favoured creature would
at such times lean out of her hatch door, with a grotesque red cap on
her head. She had a large broad nose, heavy shaggy eyebrows, sunken
eyes, and lank and leathern cheeks; her forehead wrinkled, her mouth
wide, and her look sullen and unmoved. On her shoulders was thrown a
dark grey striped frieze with black patches, which looked at a distance
like flying bats. Suddenly she would let her huge black cat jump
upon the hatch by her side, when the mob instantly retreated from a
superstitious dread of the double foe."
The extraordinary death of this singular character is given in an old
pamphlet. "Hundreds of men, women, and children were witnesses of the
devil entering her house, in his very appearance and state, and that
although his return was narrowly watched for, he was not seen again;
and that Mother Damnable was found dead on the following morning,
sitting before the fireplace holding a crutch over it with a teapot
full of herbs, drugs, and liquid, part of which being given to the
cat, the hair fell off in two hours and the cat soon after died; that
the body was stiff when found and that the undertaker was obliged to
break her limbs before he could place them in the coffin, and that
the justices have put men in possession of the house to examine its
contents."
"Such is the history of this strange being whose name will ever be
associated with Camden Town, and whose reminiscence will ever be
revived by the old wayside house which, built on the site of the old
beldame's cottage, wears her head as the sign of the tavern."
Mother Redcap who, to judge from the above account, would have had
little cause of complaint had she suffered at the hands of the
executioner instead of those of the devil, was more fortunate than many
other London witches. Wapping, nowadays, is a sufficiently prosaic
spot. In the seventeenth century it was the abode of one Joan Peterson,
widely famous as the witch of Wapping. She was hanged at Tyburn in
1652 on evidence such as it must be confessed would nowadays scarcely
satisfy even a country J.P. trying a poacher. A black cat had alarmed
a woman by entering a house near Joan's abode. The woman consulted a
local baker, who replied that "on his conscience he thought it was old
Mother Peterson, for he had met her going towards the island a little
while before." He clenched the matter when giving evidence at the trial
by declaring that although he had never before been frightened by a
cat, the sight of this one had terrified him exceedingly. After which
no reasonable jury could entertain a doubt of Mother Peterson's guilt.
Fifty years before, as recorded in Sinclair's "Satan's Invisible World
Displayed," another notorious witch, Mother Jackson by name, was hanged
for having bewitched Mary Glover, of Thames Street, and similar cases
are common enough to show that the seventeenth-century Londoner was
as open to this form of the devil's assaults as he now is to others
more subtle. It is true that some professed victims of the black art
were proved to be impostors. Thus in 1574, as we learn from Stow,
Rachel Pinder and Agnes Briggs did penance at Paul's Cross for having
pretended to be diabolically possessed, vomiting pins and so forth,
much, no doubt, to the relief of the witch accused of besetting them.
The earliest English witch to attain any individual immortality was
she of Berkeley, who differed from most of her successors by being
extremely well off. Possibly because of this--for even in the ninth
century money had its value--she was accorded Christian burial, and the
prayers of the church thereafter. They were not, however, sufficient
to ensure her salvation, for under the very nose of the priest the
devil carried her body away from where it lay at the foot of the
high altar. Although sufficiently historical to have inspired one of
Southey's ballads, the Witch of Berkeley is a shadowy figure enough.
Another who, seeing that she was acquitted, does not perhaps deserve
to be here considered was Gideon, accused of sorcery by Agnes, wife of
the merchant Odo, in the tenth year of King John's reign. Although less
popular as a legendary figure, Gideon has a definite claim to regard in
that her trial is the first to be found in English legal records--the
"Abbrevatio Placitorum," quoted by Thomas Wright in his narrative of
sorcery and magic. It is satisfactory to know that Gideon, having
passed through the ordeal by red-hot iron, was acquitted in due course.
A famous witch was Margery Jourdemain, better known as the Witch of
Eye, who gains a reflected halo of respectability in that she was
burnt at Smithfield in 1441 as an accomplice of Eleanor of Gloucester,
elsewhere referred to. The Duchess of Bedford, charged in 1478 with
having bewitched Edward IV. by means of a leaden image "made lyke a man
of arms, conteyning the lengthy of a mannes finger, and broken in the
myddes and made fast with the wyre," as well as the unhappy Jane Shore,
come under the heading of political offenders against whom witchcraft
was alleged only as a side issue. More apt to our purpose, in that she
was charged with the offence of witchcraft only, and for it condemned
to death by Henry VIII., and executed at Tyburn in 1534, was Elizabeth
Barton of Aldington, better known as the Fair Maid of Kent. It is true
that she was a crazed enthusiast, suffering from a religious mania,
rather than a witch, and that she was, further, a pawn in a political
intrigue whereby the Catholic party endeavoured to influence the King's
matrimonial schemes.
Mother Demdyke, of Pendle Forest, in Lancashire, immortalised by
Harrison Ainsworth in "The Lancashire Witches," is elsewhere referred
to.
Elizabeth Sawyer, the Witch of Edmonton, though during her life gaining
only local fame, yet achieved the posthumous glory of providing Ford
and Dekker with the material for a play. In this, indeed, she did but
plagiarise Mr. Peter Fabell of the same town, otherwise known as the
Merry Devil of Edmonton, who there lived and died in Henry VIII.'s
reign, and upon whose pranks was founded the play called after him,
and long attributed to no less an author than Shakespeare. But whereas
Mr. Fabell was a sorcerer of no mean power, in that he successfully
cheated the devil and died in his bed, poor Elizabeth was no more than
a common witch, and as such came to the usual end. The manner of her
death in 1621 may be found in the chap-book published in that year
and entitled, "The Wonderfull Discoverie of Elizabeth Sawyer, A Witch
late of Edmonton: Her Conviction, Condemnation and Death: Together
with the relation of the Devil's Accesse to her and their Conference
together. Written by Henry Goodcole, Minister of the Word of God, and
her Continual Visitor in the Gaol of Newgate."