Furius Cresinus, a freedman, having been very successful in cultivating his farms, became an object of envy, and was publicly accused of poisoning by arts of fascination his neighbors' fruits; whereupon he brought into the Forum his daughter, ploughs, tools, and oxen, and, pointing to them, said,--"These which I have brought, and my labor, sweat, watching, and care, (which I cannot bring,) are all my arts." Let those who consider the moving of tables as wonderful listen to the surprising statement of Pliny as to an occurrence in his own time, when a whole olive-orchard belonging to a certain Vectius Marcellus, a Roman knight, crossed over the public way, and took its place, ground and all, on the other side. [Footnote: Plinii _Nat. Hist._ Lib. xvii. cap. 38.] This same fact is also alluded to by Virgil in his Eighth Eclogue, on _Pharmaceutria_ (all of which, by the way, he stole from Theocritus):-- "Atque satas aliò vidi traducere messes." "Now," says the worthy Vairus, who has written an elaborate treatise on this subject in Latin, well worthy to be examined, "let no man laugh at these stories as old wives' tales, (_aniles nugas_,) nor, because the reason passes our knowledge, let us turn them into ridicule, for infinite are the things which we cannot understand, (_infinita enim prope sunt quorum rationem adipisci nequimus_); but rather than turn all miracles out of Nature because we cannot understand them, let us make that fact the beginning and reason of investigation. For does not Solomon in his Book of Wisdom say, '_Fascinatio malignitatis obscurat bona'?_ and does not Dominus Paulus cry out to the Galatians, '_O insensati Galatoe, quis vos fascinavit'?_ which the best interpreters admit to refer to those whose burning eyes (_oculos urentes_) with a single look blast all persons, and especially boys."