Picture XXXI.
The Friar's Lanthorn.
In the possession of Watts Russell, Esq.
Picture XXXII.
The Lubbar Fiend.
With stories told of many a feat,
How faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pinch'd, and pull'd she said,
And he by friar's lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn,
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength. V. 101.
Picture XXXI. receives still better light from the following lines in Paradise Lost, Book IX. v. 634, &c.
——as when a wand'ring fire,
Which oft, they say, some evil Sp'rit attends,
Hovering and blazing with delusive light,
Misleads th' amaz'd night-wand'rer from his way
To bogs and mires, and oft through pond or pool,
There swallow'd up and lost, from succour far.