Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Graeme Mackreth and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net Tales From Many Sources Vol. V. New York Dodd Mead & Company 1886 CONTENTS. PAGE. LOB LIE-BY-THE-FIRE. BY JULIANA H. EWING. 1 WILD JACK. FROM TEMPLE BAR. 87 VIRGINIA. BY MRS. FORRESTER. 145 MR. JOSIAH SMITH'S BALLOON VOYAGE. FROM BELGRAVIA. 172 NUMBER 7639. BY MARY FRANCES PEARD. 137 GONERIL. BY A. MARY F. ROBINSON. 239 OUT OF SEASON. FROM TEMPLE BAR. 266 LOB LIE-BY-THE-FIRE INTRODUCTORY. Lob Lie-By-The-Fire--the Lubber-fiend, as Milton calls him--is a rough kind of Brownie or House Elf, supposed to haunt some north-country homesteads, where he does the work of the farm labourers, for no grander wages than "--to earn his cream bowl duly set." Not that he is insensible of the pleasures of rest, for "--When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end, Then lies him down the Lubber-fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength." It was said that a Lob Lie-by-the-fire once haunted the little old Hall at Lingborough. It was an old stone house on the Borders, and seemed to have got its tints from the grey skies that hung above it. It was cold-looking without, but cosy within, "like a north-country heart," said Miss Kitty, who was a woman of sentiment, and kept a commonplace book. It was long before Miss Kitty's time that Lob Lie-by-the-fire first came to Lingborough. Why and whence he came is not recorded, nor when and wherefore he withdrew his valuable help, which, as wages rose, and prices rose also, would have been more welcome than ever. This tale professes not to record more of him than comes within the memory of man. Whether (as Fletcher says) he were the son of a witch, if curds and cream won his heart, and new clothes put an end to his labours, it does not pretend to tell. His history is less known than that of any other sprite. It may be embodied in some oral tradition that shall one day be found; but as yet the mists of forgetfulness hide it from the storyteller of to-day as deeply as the sea fogs are wont to lie between Lingborough and the adjacent coast. THE LITTLE OLD LADIES.--ALMS DONE IN SECRET. The little old ladies of Lingborough were heiresses.