The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 10 of 12)Frazer, James George
Religion
The Golden Bough: A Study in Magic and Religion (Third Edition, Vol. 10 of 12)
Frazer, James George
Magic; Mythology; Religion; Superstition
And still she lives and hangs in a basket in a church, and every St.
John’s Day, about the hour of noon, she eats a roll of bread.(252) Another
German story tells of a lady who resided at Danzig and was so rich and so
blest with all that life can give that she wished to live always. So when
she came to her latter end, she did not really die but only looked like
dead, and very soon they found her in a hollow of a pillar in the church,
half standing and half sitting, motionless. She stirred never a limb, but
they saw quite plainly that she was alive, and she sits there down to this
blessed day. Every New Year’s Day the sacristan comes and puts a morsel of
the holy bread in her mouth, and that is all she has to live on. Long,
long has she rued her fatal wish who set this transient life above the
eternal joys of heaven.(253) A third German story tells of a noble damsel
who cherished the same foolish wish for immortality. So they put her in a
basket and hung her up in a church, and there she hangs and never dies,
though many a year has come and gone since they put her there. But every
year on a certain day they give her a roll, and she eats it and cries out,
“For ever! for ever! for ever!” And when she has so cried she falls silent
again till the same time next year, and so it will go on for ever and for
ever.(254) A fourth story, taken down near Oldenburg in Holstein, tells of
a jolly dame that ate and drank and lived right merrily and had all that
heart could desire, and she wished to live always. For the first hundred
years all went well, but after that she began to shrink and shrivel up,
till at last she could neither walk nor stand nor eat nor drink. But die
she could not. At first they fed her as if she were a little child, but
when she grew smaller and smaller they put her in a glass bottle and hung
her up in the church. And there she still hangs, in the church of St.
Mary, at Lübeck. She is as small as a mouse, but once a year she
stirs.(255)
CHAPTER III. THE MYTH OF BALDER.
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