‘... It is with this Temper of Mind that I consider the Subject of Witchcraft. When I hear the Relations that are made from all parts of the World, not only from _Norway_ and _Lapland_, from the _East_ and _West Indies_, but from every particular Nation in _Europe_, I cannot forbear thinking that there is such an Intercourse and Commerce with Evil Spirits, as that which we express by the name of Witchcraft. But, when I consider that the ignorant and credulous Parts of the World abound most in these Relations, and that the Persons among us who are supposed to engage in such an Infernal Commerce, are People of a weak Understanding and crazed Imagination, and, at the same time, reflect on the many Impostures and Delusions of this Nature that have been detected in all Ages, I endeavour to suspend my Belief, till I have more certain Accounts than any which have yet come to my Knowledge. In short, when I consider the Question, Whether there are such Persons in the World as those we call Witches? My Mind is divided between the two opposite Opinions, or rather (to speak my Thoughts freely) I believe, in general, that there is, and has been such a thing as Witchcraft; but, at the same time, can give no Credit to any Particular Instance of it. ‘I am engaged in this speculation, by some Occurrences that I met with Yesterday, which I shall give my Reader an Account of at large. As I was walking with my Friend Sir _Roger_, by the side of one of his Woods, an old Woman applied herself to me for my Charity. Her Dress and Figure put me in mind of a Description in Ottway, which I could not forbear repeating on this Occasion. ‘“In a close Lane as I pursu’d my Journey, I spy’d a wrinkled Hag, with Age grown double, Picking dry Sticks, and mumbling to her self. Her Eyes with Scalding Rheum were gall’d and red, Cold Palsy shook her Head; her Hands seem’d wither’d; And on her crooked Shoulders had she wrap’d The tatter’d Remnants of an old Striped Hanging, Which serv’d to keep her Carcass from the Cold: So there was nothing of a-piece about her. Her lower Weeds were all o’er coarsly patch’d With diff’rent colour’d Rags, black, white, red, yellow, And seem’d to speak Variety of Wretchedness.”