He is an inhabitant of the parish of Torteval, and a Guernseyman born and bred, although bearing a name which shews that his family came originally from another country. One evening, as he was returning from his work, a certain tailor, who shall be nameless, and who bears but an indifferent character, met with an adventure which was far from being agreeable. A man, dressed entirely in black, of a sinister aspect, and mounted on a black horse, met him on his way. This strange looking individual stopped the tailor, and the following conversation took place: “Hallo, you’re a tailor, aren’t you?” “Yes, sir, at your service,” answered the tailor, somewhat alarmed. “Then I wish you to make me a pair of trousers, which I will come and fetch at your house to-morrow at noon.” And, so saying, the stranger went on his way. “But, sir,” cried the tailor, running after him, “You’ve forgotten to let me take your measure.” “Bah! what does that matter?” “But, sir, I shall never be able to fit you if I’ve not got your measure.” “Well then, take it,” said the gentleman in black, dismounting from his horse. “There!” But imagine the poor tailor’s dismay! There were no legs to be seen. Do what he would, it was impossible to take a proper measure for trousers under such circumstances. A horrible suspicion flashed through his mind. “It must be the Devil,” thought he to himself. “How shall I get rid of him?” Alarmed, horrified, trembling in all his limbs, feeling his legs giving way under him, our poor tailor only got out of the scrape by stammering out these few words-- “Well, sir, your trousers shall be ready to-morrow at noon.” “Look to yourself if they are not ready. I shall come and fetch them at your house,” answered the dark-visaged and black-coated individual, leaping on his horse and going on his way. Seized with uncontrollable fear, it is said that the tailor went straight to the Rector of his parish, and told him the whole of his adventure. The good parson advised him to make the trousers, and promised him that he would not fail to be with him the next day to be witness to the delivery of them. Accordingly, the next day, at the hour appointed, and, but a few minutes after the arrival of the clergyman, who was beforehand with him, the Devil knocked at the tailor’s door to claim the trousers; and the hero of our tale, in delivering them, heard his Satanic Majesty utter these words-- “If a man of God had not been present in this house, I would have carried you off also.” RECENT APPEARANCE OF THE DEVIL.