=Glass= (_Mrs._), a tobacconist, in London, who befriended Jeanie Deans while she sojourned in town, whither she had come to crave pardon from the queen for Effie Deans, her half-sister, lying under sentence of death for the murder of her infant born before wedlock.—Sir W. Scott, _Heart of Midlothian_ (time, George II.). =Glass Armor.= When Cherry went to encounter the dragon that guarded the singing apple, he arrayed himself in glass armor, which reflected objects like a mirror. Consequently, when the monster came against him, seeing its reflection in every part of the armor, it fancied hundreds of dragons were coming against it, and ran away in alarm into a cave, which Cherry instantly closed up, and thus became master of the situation.—Comtesse D’Aunoy, _Fairy Tales_ (“Princess Fairstar,” 1682). =Glasse= (_Mrs._), author of a cookery-book immortalized by the saying, “First catch [_skin_] your hair, then cook it.” Mrs. Glasse is the _nom de plume_ of Dr. John Hill (1716-1775). =Glas´tonbury=, in Arthurian romance, was the burial place of King Arthur. Selden, in his _Illustrations of Drayton_, gives an account of Arthur’s tomb “betwixt two pillars,” and says that “Henry II. gave command to Henry de Bois (then abbot of Glastonbury) to make great search for the body of the British king, which was found in a wooden coffin some 16 foote deepe, and afterwards they found a stone on whose lower side was fixed a leaden cross with the name inscribed.” _Glastonbury Thorn._ The legend is that Joseph of Arimatheēa stuck his staff into the ground in “the sacred isle of Glastonbury,” and that this thorn blossoms “on Christmas Day” every year. St. Joseph was buried at Glastonbury. Not great Arthur’s tomb, nor holy Joseph’s grave, From sacrilege had power their sacred bones to save ... [_Here_] trees in winter bloom and bear their summer’s green. Drayton, _Polyolbion_, iii. (1612). =Glatisant=, the questing beast. It had the head of a serpent, the body of a libbard, buttocks of a lion, foot of a hart, and in its body “there was a noise like that of thirty couple of hounds questing” (_i.e._ in full cry). Sir Palomi´dês the Saracen was forever following this beast.—Sir T. Malory, _History of Prince Arthur_, ii. 52, 53, 149 (1470).