Perish thou tetter and be thou gone, In the name, &c." "Tetter, tetter, thou hast eight sisters. God bless the flesh and preserve the bone, Perish thou tetter and be thou gone, In the name, &c." The charm is thus continued until it comes to the last, which is:— "Tetter, tetter, thou hast no sister, God bless the flesh and preserve the bone, Perish thou tetter and be thou gone. In the name, &c." [245] Charm for toothache. "Christ pass'd by his brother's door, Saw his brother lying on the floor. 'What aileth thee, brother? Pain in thy teeth? Thy teeth shall pain thee no more.' In the name, &c." The charmer places his or her thumb on the diseased part in all but the first charm. Divination with a Bible and key; seeking a response to doubts from the first words the eye may glance on in letting a Bible fall open; and various other superstitious practices, common to all England, are well known here and need not be described. The Fairy Tribes. BELIEF in fairies is far from being extinct in Cornwall, though our country folks never call them by that name. A few days since, a woman of Mousehal told me that not long ago troops of small people, no more than a foot and a half high, used—on moonlight nights—to come out of a hole in the cliff, opening onto the beach, Newlyn side of the village, and but a short distance from it. The little people were always dressed very smart; and if anyone came near them they would scamper away into the hole. Mothers often told their children that if they went under cliff by night the small people would carry them away into "Dicky Danjy's holt." Another kind called spriggans, which simply means sprites, are believed to guard treasures buried in cliff and hill castles. Not long since a tinner of Lelant dreamt, three nights following, that a crock of gold was buried in a particular spot, between large rocks within the castle, on Trecroben hill. The next clear moonlight night he dug up the ground of which he had dreamt. After working two or three hours he came to a flat stone which sounded hollow; whilst digging round its edges, the weather became suddenly dark, the wind roared around the carns, and looking up, when he had made a place for his hands to lift it, he saw hundreds of ugly spriggans coming out from[246] amidst the rocks gathering around and approaching him. The man dropped his pick, ran down the hill and home as fast as he could lay foot to ground; he took to his bed and was unable to leave it for weeks. When he next visited the castle he found the pit all filled in, with the turf replaced; and he nevermore dug for the treasure.