Another account ran somewhat thus: The narrator’s mother-in-law was ill with a cancer of the breast. ‘Jenny fach,’ she said to the narrator one night, ‘sleep by me—I feel afraid.’ ‘Hach!’ said Jenny, thinking the old woman was foolishly nervous; but she stayed. As she was lying in bed by the side of her mother-in-law, she saw at the foot of the bed the faint flame of a Corpse Candle, which shed no light at all about the room; the place remained as dark as it was before. She looked at it in a sort of stupor for a short time, and then raised herself slowly up in bed and reached out to see if she could grasp the candle. Her fingers touched it, but it immediately went out in a little shower of pale sparkles that fell downward. At that moment her mother-in-law uttered a groan, and expired.

‘Do you know Thomas Mathews, sir?’ she asked me; ‘he lives at Crwys now, but he used to live here at Caerau.’ ‘Crwys?’ I repeated, not at once comprehending. ‘Oh, you must know Crwys, sir; it’s just the other side of Cardiff, towards Newport.’ ‘Can you spell it for me?’[108] The woman blushed. ‘’Deed, sir,’ said she, ‘I ought to be a scholar, but I’ve had so much trouble with my old man that I’ve quite forgot my spellin’.’ However, the story of Thomas Mathews was to the effect that he saw a Corpse Candle come out of his father’s mouth and go to his feet, and away a bit, then back again to the mouth, which it did not exactly enter, but blended as it were with the sick man’s body. I asked if the candle was tallow at any point in its excursion, to which I was gravely answered that it was the spirit of tallow. The man died not long after, in the presence of my informant, who described the incident with a dramatic force and fervour peculiarly Celtic, concluding with the remark: ‘Well, well, there’s only one way to come into the world, but there’s a many ways to go out of it.’

The light issuing from the mouth is a fancy frequently encountered. In the ‘Liber Landavensis’ it is mentioned that one day as St. Samson was celebrating the holy mysteries, St. Dubricius with two monks saw a stream of fire to proceed glittering from his mouth.[109] In old woodcuts, the souls of the dying are represented as issuing from the mouth in the form of small human figures; and the Tyrolese peasants still fancy the soul is seen coming out of the mouth of a dying man like a little white cloud.[110] From the mouth of a patient in a London hospital some time since the nurses observed issuing a pale bluish flame, and soon after the man died. The frightened nurses—not being acquainted with the corpse-candle theory of such things—imagined the torments of hell had already begun in the still living body. A scientific explanation of the phenomenon ascribed it to phosphuretted hydrogen, a result of incipient decomposition.[111]

FOOTNOTES:

[108] It is pronounced Croo-iss.

[109] ‘Liber Landavensis,’ 299.

[110] Tylor, ‘Primitive Culture,’ 391.

[111] ‘Transactions Cardiff Nat. Soc.,’ iv. 5.

III.

It is ill jesting with the Corpse Candle. Persons who have endeavoured to stop it on its way have come severely to grief thereby. Many have been struck down where they stood, in punishment of their audacity, as in the case of William John, a blacksmith of Lanboydi. He was one night going home on horseback, when he saw a Corpse Candle, and his natural caution being at the moment somewhat overcome by potables, he resolved to go out of his way to obstruct its passage. As the candle drew near he saw a corpse upon a bier, the corpse of a woman he knew, and she held the candle between her forefingers, and dreadfully grinned at him. Then he was struck from his horse, and lay in the road a long time insensible, and was ill for weeks thereafter. Meantime, the woman whose spectral corpse he had seen, died and was buried, her funeral passing by that road.