ast privy to her son's plans; but I
see nothing inconsistent with the old gentleman's having
committed suicide.[134] The ordeal of touching the corpse was
observed in Germany. They call it _barrecht_.

"_March 27._--

'The friers of Fail
Gat never owre hard eggs, or owre thin kale;
For they made their eggs thin wi' butter,
And their kale thick wi' bread.
And the friers of Fail they made gude kale
On Fridays when they fasted;
They never wanted gear enough
As lang as their neighbours' lasted.'

"Fairy-rings.--_N. B._ Delrius says the same appearance occurs
wherever the witches have held their Sabbath.

"For the ballad of 'Willie's lady,' compare Apuleius, lib. i. p.
33....

"_April 20._--The portmanteau to contain the following articles:
2 shirts; 1 black handkerchief; 1 nightcap, woollen; 1 pair
pantaloons, blue; 1 flannel shirt with sleeves; 1 pair flannel
drawers; 1 waistcoat; 1 pair worsted stockings or socks.

"In the slip, in cover of portmanteau, a case with
shaving-things, combs, and a knife, fork, and spoon; a German
pipe and tobacco-bag, flint, and steel; pipe-clay and {p.243}
oil, with brush for laying it on; a shoe-brush; a pair of shoes
or hussar-boots; a horse-picker, and other loose articles.

"Belt with the flap and portmanteau, currycomb, brush, and
mane-comb, with sponge.

"Over the portmanteau, the blue overalls, and a spare jacket for
stable; a small horse-sheet, to cover the horse's back with, and
a spare girth or two.

"In the cartouche-box, screw-driver and picker for pistol, with
three or four spare flints.

"The horse-sheet may be conveniently folded below the saddle, and
will save the back in a long march or bad weather. Beside the
holster, two forefeet shoes.[135]

"_May 22._--Apuleius, lib. ii.... Anthony-a-Wood.... Mr.
Jenkinson's name (now Lord Liverpool) being proposed as a
difficult one to rhyme to, a lady present hit off this verse
extempore.--_N. B._ Both father and son (Lord Hawkesbury) have a
peculiarity of vision:--

'Happy Mr. Jenkinson,
Happy Mr. Jenkinson,
I'm sure to you
Your lady's true,
For you have got a winking son.'