s forms of black magic. The first is an
instance of something very like Vampyrism.

[Footnote 57: This disguise is often assumed by God in the stories of
Eastern Europe, when he wishes to be incognito; nor is it always clear
whether God or Christ is intended. I remember once reading a Lithuanian
story in which God and St. Peter are represented as descending to earth
disguised as beggars, for fear they might be recognised, to inquire into
the wickedness of mankind before the Flood.]

[Footnote 58: The bath is a special place of resort for devils in
Mohammedan folk-lore.]

MARTIN AND HIS DEAD MASTER.

Martin was a young fellow who was very fond of amusing himself with the
girls, and often sat up talking and joking with them till very late in
the evening. One Sunday, when he had slept very little the night before,
he went to church, and there he fell asleep and did not awake till dark
night. He rubbed his eyes, and could not imagine where he was, for the
church was full of people, and they were all fine gentlemen. Martin
looked about, and recognised among them his former master, who had been
buried three months before. He also knew him, and asked, "Well, Martin,
when did you die?" "Three months after you were buried," answered
Martin. "Oh, indeed," said the gentleman; "but what do you think?
Shouldn't we go home now for a short visit? Won't you accompany me?"
"I'm ready," said Martin, and he rose and followed his master. On the
way he found a frozen glove, which he put in his pocket. They came to
the mansion, and the master went first to the stable, for he intended to
torment the horses, and thought Martin would help him. When the
gentleman entered, the horses made no sound, but when Martin came in,
they neighed. The master turned round and said, "Listen, Martin! you
can't be really dead. Give me your hand to feel." Martin thrust his hand
into the frozen glove which he had found on the road, and extended it to
his master, who said, "Yes, you are really dead; your hand is shockingly
cold." Then he tormented the horses till they were covered with white
foam. Martin was sorry, but could do nothing but stand and look on. At
last the master ceased his spiteful work, and said, "Let us go into the
house. Go you into the kitchen and frighten the maids, and I will
torment the lady. When it is time to depart, I will come for you." The
lady screamed and sobbed with terror as if she was mad, and the maids
screamed too, but