76 Legends of Parishes, etc. one day claim her as his bride." He again went to sea, and for a long time no tidings came, neither from nor of him. Poor Nancy grew melancholy, and spent all her days, and sometimes nights, looking out seaward from a spot on the cliif, called then Nancy's Garden, now Hella Point. She gradually became quite mad ; and one night fancied she heard her lover tapping at her bed-room window, and calling her to come out to him, saying: " Sleepest thou, sweetheart.? Awaken, and come hither, love. My boat awaits us at the cove. Thou must come this night, or never be my bride." She dressed, went to the cove, and was never seen again. Tradition says that the same night William appeared to his father, told him that he had come for his bride, and bade him farewell ; and that next day the news arrived of his having been drowned at sea. Bottrell gives this legend under the title of "The Tragedy of Sweet William and Fair Nancy.' Not far from the parish of St. Levan is a small piece of ground — "Johanna's Garden," which is fuller of weeds than of flowers. The owner of it was one Sunday morning in her garden gathering greens for her dinner, when she saw St. Levan going by to catch some fish for his. He stopped and greeted her, upon which she reproved him for fishing on a Sunday, and asked him what he thought would be his end if he did so. He tried to convince her that it was not •worse than picking greens, but she would not listen to reason. At last St. Levan lost patience, and said, " From this time for ever thou shalt be known, if known at all, as the Foolish Johanna, and thy garden shall ever continue to bear, as now, more hemlocks and nettles than leeks and lentils. Mark this ! to make thy remembrance the more accursed for all time to come, if any child of thy name be baptised in the waters of Parchapel-well (close at hand) it shall become a fool, like thyself, and bad luck follow it." — Bottrell. There is a cleft-stone in St. Levan churchyard called St. Levan's stone ; but it is said to have been venerated in the days of King Arthur ; and Merlin, who once visited these parts with him, uttered this prophecy concerning it : — " When, with panniers astride, A pack-horse can ride Through St. Levan's stone. The world will be done."
