Were the reality of sorcery dependent upon a referendum of our universities--or, for that matter, of our elementary school mistresses--it were at once proclaimed a clamant imposture. Fortunately for the witch, and incidentally for a picturesque aspect of the human intellect, the Enlightened, even if we include among them those who accept their dogma as the New Gospel, are but a small--a ridiculously small--item of the human race. Compared with the whole population of the world, their numbers are so insignificant as to be for all practical purposes nonexistent. There are villages but a few miles beyond the boundary of the Metropolitan Police District, where the witch is as firmly enthroned in the imaginations of the mobility as in those of their ancestors three centuries ago. There are many British legislators who would refuse to start an electioneering campaign upon a Friday. I myself have known a man--and know him still--a Romney Marshlander, who, within the last decade, has suffered grievously--himself and through his children--at the hands of witches whose names and whereabout he can detail. And I have known a woman--she kept a lodging-house in the Kennington Road--who, if not herself a witch, was yet the daughter of one, and of acknowledged power. It is true that, if the daughter's tale--told to me in the small front parlour in intervals between the crashing passage of electric trams and motor-lorries--may be accepted, her mother's gifts were put to no worse use than the curing of her Devonshire neighbours' minor ailments. There is no need to go fifty, nor five, miles from London to find material for a revival in Black Magic. Scarcely a week passes but some old crone is charged before a Metropolitan police magistrate with having defrauded silly servant-girls on the pretence of telling them their futures. You cannot pass down Bond Street during the season without encountering a row of sandwich-men--themselves preserving very few illusions--earning a meagre wage in the service of this, that, or the other Society crystal-gazer, palmist, or clairvoyant. Who has not seen some such advertisement as the following--quoted from a current journal--proffering information about the future, "calculated from astrological horoscopes," at the very moderate charge of half-a-crown. The advertiser--in deference to modern convention he is described as a "Professor" rather than a sorcerer--further protests his mastery of Phrenology, Graphology, Clairvoyance, and Psychometry. And this advertiser is but one of many, all seeking to gain some humble profit by following in the footsteps of Diana and Mother Demdyke of Pendle Forest.