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ONCE A WEEK.
Aug. 20, 1864.

ruined cities of Coylon. As, however, I do not think they are so well known in England, I give a detailed drawing of this curious myth. It is also of one block of stone, and measures five feet by four.

This creature is called in Tamil, Yanci-Yali, which has the same signification, viz., "Elephant-Lion," and is one of the vehicles of Durga, a form of the goddess Parvati, who, in consequence, is called "Yali Yurthi," she who rides on a Yali.

These completed the balustrade, and we now come to the terrace I have mentioned. Its height above the lion pedestal may be some fifty or sixty feet.



LEGENDS OF CHARLEMAGNE'S CITY.*

NO. V.—HOW THE DEVIL WAS BAULKED

BY A DAME.

Night or day tho foul fiend never rested after the trick the men of Aix had played upon him by giving him a wolf's soul instead of a man's, in return for his help with their Minster. And, cruellest cut of all, it had passed into a proverb that the men of Aix were sharper than the Devil. Nursing his wrath to keep it warm, he hit on the dark design of burying minster, palace, city, men, women, and children in one common ruin. So, one day he went to tho sea-shore, saw a great hill of sand, which just suited his purpose, put it on his back, and laughing in his sleeve, set out to crush tho city and all it contained. Panting and sweating under his burthen, he came near tho town gate called the "Pont-thor," when a breeze sprang up from the east, blew some of his sand into his eyes and nearly blinded him, so that, enveloped in a perfect simoom, ho could not find his way to the city.

Now, it so happened that a decent old woman came up on her way to market, while he was trying to get to the town. He accosted her most courteously, saying:

"Can you show me the way to Aix, good dame?"

At that very instant, by rare good luck, she caught a glimpse of the cloven foot. Most luckily, the dame had all her wits about her, for she straightway pulled out her rosary beads, and, catching their cross, made the holy sign upon the sand-hill in the twinkling of an eye. Forthwith thoe devil's power all passed away. He vanished then and there, and dropped his load so suddenly that it split in two. In memory of the good woman's cleverness, the larger mound was and is called tho Lous Berg, the Hill of Craft. Tho smaller one goes by the name of San Salvator1* Berg, St. Saviour's Hill, and a cross is erected on its summit.

That the hills had come into their present position from the sea-shore was firmly believed by the burghers of old, who would cite, as proof positive of the truth of their story, that scallops and other sea-shells, turned to stone from their long rest inland, are found bedded in the soil, while there is not a trace of them in any part of the country round.

Ever since the hills were landed in their present station the devil has let the Aix folk alone; and the clever way in which they took him in gave rise to the proverb, "De Aechen sind der Duevel ze lous," which means in their dialect," The Aix folk are craftier than the devil himself."

Tale and legend fail in fitly portraying his wrath, now that the destined instruments of his vengeance have become two smiling hills, from which the traveller views the lordly sight of City and Minster rising proudly and unharmed from the plain below. Still greater must have been his fury when one of Charlemagne's successors, Louis the Pious, built a church and monastery on St. Salvator's Berg.



THE LOUP-GAROU.

A LEGEND OF AUVERONE.

[The following verses are founded on a superstition once prevalent in various parts of France, and not unknown to other countries. The Loup-garou is the vKdy9panros of the Greeks, and the were-wolf of our own ancestors—a human being with the power of self-transformation into a wolf. Marie de France, the Anglo-Norman poetess of the thirteenth century, in her "Lai du Bisclaveret," states that this human-wolf was, in her time, called "garwall" in Normandy, "bisclaveret" being the Breton name. Her editor, M. de Roquefort, says that "garwall" is a corruption of the "wer-wolf" of the Teutons, or the English "were-wolf." In Mediaeval Latin, its equivalent was "gerulphus." Madlle. Bosquet ("La Normandie, Traditions et Legendes"), quoting Collin de Plancy, "Dictionnaire Infernal." states that the Emperor Sigismund summoned the most learned theologians to discuss before him the question of the reality of the transformation of men into wolves, and the result of it was the unanimous recognition of it as a well-authenticated fact, to dispute which was a heresy, "et ce declarer jxtrtUan d'unc inert'dulile damnable." Marie de France thus describes the loup-garou or garwall :—

" Garwall si est best* salvage ;
Taut cum il est en cele race,
Humes devure, grant mal fait,
Ks gram forest couverse e vait."

Garwall is a savage beast.
And he loves on man to feast;
Great the ravages he makes
Roaming through the forest brakes.


According to Madlle. Bosquet, there are many instances of loups-garous having a paw severed in contests with the hunters, which afterwards became a human hand.]

See vol. ix. p. 573