No. XLIV. THE WITCH OF WOKEY. DR. HARRINGTON. Wokey-hole is a noted cavern in Somerfetfhire, which has given birth to as many wild fanciful stories as the Sybils Cave, in Italy. Through a very narrow entrance, it opens into a very large vault, the roof whereof, either on account of its height, or the thickness of the gloom, cannot be difcovered by the light of torches. It goes winding a great way under ground, is croft by a stream of very cold water, and is all horrid with broken pieces of rock: many of these are evident petrifactions; which, on account of their fingular forms, have given rife to the fables alluded to in this poem. IN aunciente days tradition fhowes The Witch of Wokey hight: Oft have I heard the fearful tale On fome long winter's night. Deep Deep in the dreary dismal cell, Here fcreeching owls oft made their nest, No wholefome herb could here be found: And blifter'd every flock. Her haggard face was foul to fee; She nought devised, but neighbour's ill; All in her prime, have poets fung, From From Glafton came a lerned wight, Sich mifchief never had been known, He chauntede out his godlie booke, The ghaftly Hag he sprinkled o'er; Full well 'tis known adown the dale ; I'm bold to fay, there's never a one, But tho' this lernede Clerke did well; Should find no leman kind. VOL. II. For For lo! even, as the Fiend did fay, That men are wondrous fcant: Shall then fich maids unpitied moane ? Since Glafton now can boast no clerks, Yet ftay-nor thus defpond, ye fair; I hear the gracious voice: As best deserve your choice. 1 No. XLV. THE MARRIAGE OF SIR GAWAINE. From "Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry.” PART I. KING Arthur lives in merry Carleile, And feemely is to see; And there with him Queene Guenever, And there with him Queene Guenever, The King a royale Chriftmaffe kept, To him repaired many a knighte, |