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The same servant, in reply to a remark of mine that I had seen some fairies in a pantomime who were dressed in pink, said, and very positively too, "Fairies are always dressed in white." (1845.)

Whenever I or my brother annoyed this servant, she would threaten us with " I'll send old Jack Bone to you." (1845.)

Surrey. — King John, whilst riding, said to his horse ("just as they might say it at Astley's ") " Horse, lie down." The horse did lie down, and the place was called Horslydown.

(Heard in 1873.)

Above Aldershot is a hill called Caesar's Hill. On May 2nd, 1889, I was told that Julius Caesar, from that hill, witnessed a review of his army.

Near Farnham are three detached hills called " The Devil's Three Jumps.'"' The devil borrowed a kettle of Mother Ludlam (a witch whose cave is in the neighbourhood) and would not return it. She ran after him, and he made three great jumps, and caused a hill to spring up out of the ground each time that he jumped, so as to hide him. Ultimately, being closely pressed, he flung the kettle over the hills and into the Devil's Punch Bowl. Mother Ludlam recovered it, and, by the advice of a clergyman, hung it up in Frensham Church, so as to be out of reach of the devil. (1872.)

Under the tower on Leith Hill a man was buried with his head downwards, so that he should come on to his feet when the world shall be turned upside down ; " but perhaps that is only a say," said my informant. (1874.)

The same informant also told me that there is a serpent about the chalk hills called the red adder; it is about the colour of a coal fire, and anyone bitten by it cannot possibly escape death.


My grandmother, Clarissa Emslie (born Hill), a native of Mitcham, used to tell of a very wicked man who went into the woods one Sunday to gather nuts. He was terrified to find that as he pulled them off the trees they came again in greater numbers than before.

Miss Howell (a friend of my grandmother aforesaid) used to relate that at a house at Stockwell, as soon as it was dark, there was a strange feeling and a sound as of the rustling of a dress. A