[164] Mr. Métivier derives this word “quéraud,” meaning enchanter, or “maître sorcier,” from the old French _charay_, _caral_, meaning magical type or letter. “In dog Latin _Caraco_ was the writer or engraver of occult characters, and in the old French version of “Le Roman du Lancelot du Lac” it says that “Morgain, la seur au Roi Artur, sceut des enchantements et des _caraulx_ plus que nulle femme.”” [165] Friday nights being always the nights appointed for the “Sabbat.” [166] Mr. Métivier translates this word _Hoc_ as the great feast given by the enemy of mankind to his familiars, the wizards and witches. Like most of the words and customs connected with witchcraft it had originally a sacred meaning, for he says that the Hebrew word in the seventh verse of the second Psalm, translated “the decree” is “the Hoc,” and means:--The law imposed by a King on his subjects from which there is no appeal. [167] From George Allez, Esq. [168] From Miss Elizabeth Chepmell. EDITOR’S NOTES. A very similar story is told in M. Paul Sebillot’s _Traditions et Superstitions de la Haute Bretagne_, Tome I., p. 277. “Une femme avait deux enfants, quand elle les avait couchés, elle sortait, et ils ne la revoyaient que de matin. Un des enfants, qui commençait à être grand, fit mine de s’endormir, il vit sa mère aller sous le lit, se mettre toute nue, et se frotter d’onguent, puis dire, avant de partir: “Par sur haies et bûchons (buissons) Faut que je trouve les autres où qu’ils sont.” Le gars, dès que sa mère fut partir, se frotta aussi avec l’onguent et dit:--“Par en travers haies et bûchons. Faut que je trouve les autres où qu’ils sont.” Mais, comme il s’était trompé en répétant ce qu’il avait ouï dire, il passa _à travers_ les ronces et les haies, et arriva tout sanglant au rendezvous des sorciers. Il les trouva qui dansaient, et qui chantaient, et sa mère était avec eux.” THE AERIAL JOURNEY. There is a story told of two men who were neighbours and inhabitants of the parish of St. Saviour’s, that their occupation--that of quarrymen--took them frequently to the Vale parish, where the finest qualities of granite are to be procured. The distance they had to traverse before arriving at their destination was considerable, and the road in some places, rather lonely. Leonard Sarre, who was of a companionable nature, thought that the tediousness of the way would be considerably lessened by having someone to talk to, even if it were only his fellow workman, Matthew Tostevin, whose taciturnity and reserve were proverbial. Often, when setting off in the early morning to go to his work, he would, as he passed Tostevin’s door, look in and offer his company. The answer was invariably the same:-- “Go on, I shall be there as soon as you, though I shall not leave home for an hour to come.”