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Mankind, and how Diana sent Aradia on earth to relieve them by teaching resistance and 
Sorcery--Poem addressed to Mankind--How to invoke Diana or Aradia 

THE SABBAT, TREGUENDA OR WITCH-MEETING - How to consecrate the supper-
-Conjuration of the meal and of Salt-- Invocation to Cain-- Conjuration of Diana and to 


Stone--The Spell or Conjuration of the Round Stone 






MADONNA DIANA A legend of Cettardo, and how Diana appeared with ten 
Bridesmaids to give away a Bride--Incantation to Diana for a Wedding. 

THE HOUSE OF THE WIND Showing how Diana rescued a Lady from Death at the 
House of the Wind in Voltern. 









	If  the reader has ever met with the works of the learned folk-lorist G. Pitre, or 
the articles contributed by "Lady Vere de Vere" to the Italian Rivista or that of J. H. 
Andrews to Folk-Lore, he will be aware that there are in Italy great numbers of Strege, 
fortune-tellers or witches, who divine by cards, perform strange ceremonies in which 
spirits are supposed to be invoked, make and sell amulets, and, in fact, comport 
themselves generally as their reputed kind are wont to do, be they Black Voodoos in 
America or sorceresses anywhere.
	But the Italian Strega or sorceress is in certain respects a different character 
from these.  In most cases she comes of a family in which her calling or art has been 
practiced for many generations.  I have no doubt that there are instances in which the 
ancestry remounts to mediaeval, Roman, or it may be Etruscan times. The result has 
naturally been the accumulation in such families of much tradition.  But in Northern Italy, 
as its literature indicated, though there has been some slight gathering of fairy tales and 
popular superstitions by scholars, there has never existed the least interest as regarded the 
strange lore of the witches, nor any suspicion that it embraced an incredible quantity of 
old Roman minor myths and legends, such as Ovid has recorded, but of which much 
escaped him and all other Latin writers.
	This ignorance was greatly aided by the wizards and witches themselves, in 
making a profound secret of all their traditions, urged thereto by fear of the priests.  In 
fact, the latter all unconsciously actually contributed immensely to the preservation of 
such lore, since the charm of the forbidden is very great, and witchcraft, like the truffle, 
grows best and has its raciest flavour  when most deeply hidden. Hopiter, and Venus and 
Mercury, and the Lares or ancestral spirits, and in the cities are women who prepare 
strange amulets, over which they mutter spells, all known in the old Roman time, and 
who can astonish even the learned by their legends of Latin gods, mingled with lore 
which may be found in CATO or THEOCRITUS.  With one of these I became intimately 
acquainted in 1886, and have ever since employed her specially to collect among her 
sisters of the hidden spell in many places all the traditions of the olden time known to 
them.  It is true  that I have drawn from other sources, but this woman by long practice 
has perfectly learned what few understand, or just what I want, and how to extract it from 
those of her kind. 
	Among other strange relics, she succeeded, after many years, in obtaining the 
following "Gospel", which I have in her handwriting. A full account of its nature with 
many details will be found in an Appendix.  I do not know definitely whether my 
informant derived a part of these traditions from written sources or oral narration, but 
believe it was chiefly the latter.  However, there are a few wizards who copy or preserve 
documents relative to their art.  I have not seen my collector since the "Gospel" was sent 
to me.  I hope at some future time to be better informed.
	For brief explanation I may say the witchcraft is known to its votaries as la 
vecchia religione, or the old religion, of which DIANA is the Goddess, her daughter 
Aradia (or Herodius) the female Messiah, and that this little work sets forth how the latter 
was born, came down to earth, established witches and witchcraft, and then returned to 
heaven. With it are given the ceremonies and invocations or incantations to be addressed 
to Diana and Aradia, the exorcism of Cain, and the spells of the holy-stone, rue, and 
verbena, constituting, as the text declares, the regular church-service, so to speak, which 
is to be chanted or pronounced at the witch meetings. There are also included the very 
curious incantations or benedictions of the honey, meal, and salt, or cakes of the witch-
supper, which is curiously classical, and evidently a relic of the Roman Mysteries.
	The work could have been extended ad infinitum by adding to it the ceremonies 
and incantations which actually form a part of the Scripture of Witchcraft, but as these 
are nearly all - or at least in great number -to be found in my works entitled Etruscan-
Roman Remains and Legends of Florence, I have hesitated to compile such a volume 
before ascertaining whether there is a sufficiently large number of the public who would 
buy such a work.
	Since writing the foregoing I have met with and read a very clever and 
entertaining work entitled Romanzo dei Settimani, G. Cavagnari, 1889,in which the 
author, in the form of a novel, vividly depicts the manners, habits of thought, and 
especially the nature of witchcraft, and the many superstitions current among the peasants 
in Lombardy.  Unfortunately, notwithstanding his extensive knowledge of the subject, it 
never seems to have occurred to the narrator that these traditions were anything but 
noxious nonsense or abominably un-Christian folly.  That there exist in them marvelous 
relics of ancient mythology and valuable folklore, which is the very cor cordium of 
history, is as uncared for by him as it would  be by a common Zoccolone or tramping 
Franciscan.  One would think it might have been suspected by a man who knew that a 
witch really endeavored to kill seven people as a ceremony rite, in order to get the secret 
of endless wealth, that such a sorceress must have had a store of wondrous legends; but 
of all this there is no trace, and it is very evident that nothing could be further from his 
mind than that there was anything interesting from a higher or more genial point of view 
in it all.
	His book, in fine, belongs to the very great number of those written on ghosts 
and superstition since the latter has fallen into discredit, in which the authors indulge in 
much satirical and very safe but cheap  ridicule of what to them is merely vulgar and 
false.  Like Sir Charles Coldstream, they have peeped in the crater of Vesuvius after is 
had ceased to "erupt", and found "nothing in it."  But there was something in it once; and 
the man of science, which Sir Charles was not, still finds a great deal in the remains, and 
the antiquarian a Pompeii or a Herculaneum - 'tis said there are still seven buried cities to 
unearth.  I have done what little (it is really very little) I could, to disinter something from 
the dead volcano of Italian sorcery.
	If this be the manner in which Italian witchcraft is treated by the most 
intelligent writer who has depicted it, it will not be deemed remarkable that there are few 
indeed who will care whether there is a veritable Gospel of the Witches, apparently of 
extreme antiquity, embodying the belief in a strange counter-religion which has held its 
own from pre-historic time to the present day. "Witchcraft is all rubbish, or something 
worse," said old writers, "and therefore all books about  it  are nothing better."  I sincerely 
trust, however, that these pages may  fall into the hands of at least a few who will think 
better of them.
	I should, however, in justice to those who do care to explore dark  and 
bewildering paths, explain clearly that witch-lore is hidden with most scrupulous care 
from all save a very few in Italy, just as it is among the Chippeway Medas or the Black 
Voodoo.  In the novel to the life of I Settimani an aspirant is represented as living with a 
witch and acquiring or picking up with pain, scrap by scrap, her spells and incantations, 
giving years to it.  So my friend the late M. DRAGOMANOFF told me how a certain 
man in Hungary, having learned that he had collected many spells (which were indeed 
subsequently published in folklore journals), stole into the scholar's room and 
surreptitiously copied them, so that the next year when DRAGOMANOFF returned, he 
found the thief in full practice as a blooming magician. Truly he had not got many 
incantations, only a dozen or so, but a very little will go a great way in the business, and I 
venture to say there is perhaps hardly a single witch in Italy who knows as many as I 
have published, mine having been assiduously collected from many, far and wide. 
Everything of the kind which is written is, moreover, often destroyed with scrupulous 
care by priests or penitents, or the vast number who have a superstitious fear of even 
being in the same house with such documents, so that I regard the rescue of the Vangelo 
as something which is to say the least remarkable.


"It is Diana! Lo!
She rises crescented."
~ Keats 	-Krats' Endymion

"Make more bright
The Star Queen's crescent on her marriage night."

This is the Gospel (Vangelo)of the Witches:

     DIANA greatly loved her brother LUCIFER, the god of the Sun and of the Moon, the 
god of Light (Splendor), who was so proud of his beauty, and who for his pride was 
driven from Paradise.

     DIANA had by her brother a daughter, to whom they gave the name of ARADIA [i.e. 

     In those days there were on earth many rich and many poor. The rich made slaves of 
the poor.  In those days were many slaves who were cruelly treated; in every  palace 
tortures, in every castle prisoners.

     Many slaves escaped.  They fled to the country; thus they became thieves and evil 
folk. Instead of sleeping by night, they plotted escape and robbed their masters, and then 
slew them.  So they dwelt in the mountains and forests as robbers and assassins, all to 
avoid slavery.

     DIANA said one day to her daughter ARADIA:

          'Tis true indeed that thou a spirit art,
          But thou wert born but to become again
          A mortal; thou must go to earth below
          To be a teacher unto women and men
          Who fain would study witchcraft in thy school

          Yet like Cain's daughter thou shalt never be
          Nor like the race who have become at last
          Wicked and infamous from suffering,
          As are the Jews and wandering Zingari,
          Who are all thieves and knaves; like unto them
          Ye shall not be...

          And thou shalt be the first of witches known;
          And thou shalt be the first of all i' the world;
          And thou shalt teach the art of poisoning,
          Of poisoning those who are great lords of all;
          Yea, thou shalt make them die in their palaces;
          And thou shalt bind the oppressor's soul (with power);
          And when ye find a peasant who is rich,
          Then ye shall teach the witch, your pupil, how
          To ruin all his crops with tempests dire, 
          With lightning and with thunder (terrible),
          And with the hail and wind...

          And when a priest shall do you injury
          By his benedictions, ye shall do to him
          Double the harm, and do it in the name 
          of me, Diana, Queen of witches all!

          And when the priests or the nobility
          shall say to you that you should put your faith
          In the Father, Son, and Mary, then reply;
          "Your God, the Father, and Maria are
          Three devils..."

          "For the true God the Father is not yours;
          For I have come to sweep away the bad
          The men of evil, all will I destroy!"

          "Ye who are poor suffer with hunger keen,
          And toil in wretchedness, and suffer too
          Full oft imprisonment; yet with it all
          Ye have a soul, and for your sufferings
          Ye shall be happy in the other world,
          But ill the fate of all who do ye wrong!"

     Now when Aradia had been taught, taught to work all witchcraft, how to destroy the 
evil race (of oppressors), she (imparted it to her pupils) and said unto them:

          When I shall have departed from this world,
          Whenever ye have need of anything,
          Once in the month, and when the moon is full,
          Ye shall assemble in some desert place,
          Or in a forest all together join
          To adore the potent spirit of your queen,
          My mother, great Diana.  She who fain
          Would learn all sorcery yet has not won 
          Its deepest secrets, then my mother will
          Teach her, in truth all things as yet unknown.
          And ye shall all be freed from slavery,
          And so ye shall be free in everything;
          And as the sign that ye are truly free, 
          Ye shall be naked in your rites, both men
          And women also:  this shall last until
          The last of your oppressors shall be dead;
          And ye shall make the game of Benevento
          Extinguishing the lights, and after that
          Shall hold your supper thus:


Here follows the supper, of what it must consist, and what shall be said and done to 
consecrate it to DIANA.

     You shall take meal and salt, honey and water, and make this incantation:

The Conjuration of Meal

          I conjure thee, O Meal!
          Who art indeed our body, since without thee
          We could not live, thou who (at first as seed)
          Before becoming flower went in the earth, 
          Where all deep secrets hide, and then when ground
          Didst dance like dust in the wind, and yet meanwhile
          Didst bear with thee in flitting, secrets strange!

          And yet erewhile, when thou were in the ear,
          Even as a (golden) glittering grain, even then
          The fireflies came to cast on thee their light
          And aid thy growth, because without their help
          Thou couldst not grow nor beautiful become;
          Therefore thou dost belong unto the race
          Of witches or of fairies, and because 
          The fireflies do belong unto the sun...

          Queen of the fireflies!  hurry apace,
          Come to me now as if running a race,
          Bridle the horse as you hear me now sing!
          Bridle, O bridle the son of the king!
          Come in a hurry and bring him to me!
          The son of the king will ere long set thee free!
          And because thou for ever art brilliant and fair,
          Under a glass I will keep thee; while there, 
          With a lens I will study they secrets concealed,
          Till all their bright mysteries are fully revealed,
          Yea, all the wondrous lore perplexed
          Of this life of our cross and of the next.
          Thus to all mysteries I shall attain,
          Yea, even to that at last of the grain;
          And when this at last I shall truly know,
          Firefly, freely I'll let thee go!
          When Earth's dark secrets are known to me,
          My blessing at last I will give to thee!

     Here follows the Conjuration of the Salt.

Conjuration of the Salt:

          I do conjure thee, salt, lo! here at noon,
          Exactly in the middle of a stream
          I take my place and see the water around,
          Likewise the sun, and think of nothing else
          While here besides the water and the sun;
          For all my soul is turned in truth to them;
          I do indeed desire no other thought,
          I yearn to learn the very truth of truths,
          For I have suffered long with the desire
          To know my future or my coming fate,
          If good or evil will prevail in it..
          Water and sun, be gracious unto me!

     Here follows the Conjuration of Cain.

The Conjuration of Cain:

          I conjure thee, O Cain, as thou canst ne'er
          Have rest or peace until thou shalt be freed
          From the sun where thou art prisoned, and must go
          beating thy hands and running fast meanwhile:
          I pray thee let me know my destiny;
          And it 'tis evil, change its course for me!
          If thou wilt grant this grace, I'll see it clear
          In the water in the splendor of the sun;
          And thou, O Cain, shalt tell by word of mouth
          Whatever this my destiny is to be.
          And unless thou grantest this, 
          May'st thou ne'er know peace or bliss!

Then shall follow the Conjuration of Diana.
     You shall make cakes of meal, wine, salt, and honey in the shape 
of a (crescent or horned) moon, and then put them to bake, and say:

          I do not bake the bread, nor with it salt,
          Nor do I cook the honey with the wine;
          I bake the body and the blood and soul,
          The soul of (great) Diana, that she shall
          Know neither rest nor peace, and ever be
          In cruel suffering till she will grant
          What I request, what I do most desire,
          I beg it of her from my very heart!
          And if the grace be granted, O Diana!
          In honor of thee I will hold this feast,
          Feast and drain the goblet deep,
          We will dance and wildly leap,
          And if thou grant'st the grace which I require,
          Then when the dance is wildest, all the lamps
          shall be extinguished and we'll freely love!

     And thus shall it be done:  all shall sit down to the supper all naked, men and women, 
and the feast over, they shall dance, sing, make music, and then love in the darkness, with 
all the lights extinguished; for it is the Spirit of Diana who extinguishes them, and so they 
will dance and make music in her praise.

     And it came to pass that Diana, after her daughter had accomplished her mission or 
spent her time on earth among the living (mortals), recalled her, and gave her the power 
that when she had been invoked, having done some good deed...she gave her the power to 
gratify those who had conjured her by granting her or him success in love:

          To bless or curse with power friends or enemies (to do good or evil).
          To converse with spirits.
          To find hidden treasures in ancient ruins.
          To conjure the spirits of priests who died leaving treasures.
          To understand the voice of the wind.
          To change water into wine.
          To divine with cards.
          To know the secrets of the hand (palmistry)
          To cure diseases.
          To make those who are ugly beautiful.
          To tame wild beasts.
     And whatever thing should be asked from the spirit of Aradia, that should be granted 
unto those who merited her favor.
     And thus must they invoke her:
     Thus do I seek Aradia! Aradia! Aradia!  
     At midnight, at midnight
     I go into a field, and with me I bear water, wine, and salt, 
     I bear water, wine, and salt, and my talisman - my talisman, 
     my talisman, and a red small bag which I ever hold in my hand - 
     con dentro, con dentro, sale, with salt in it, in it.  
     With water and wine I bless myself, I bless myself with devotion
     to implore a favour from Aradia, Aradia.  
     (emphasize italics and repetitions)

Invocation to Aradia

          Aradia! my Aradia!
          Thou art my daughter unto him who was
          Most evil of all spirits, who of old
          Once reigned in hell when driven away from heaven,
          Who by his sister did thy sire become,
          But as thy mother did repent her fault,
          And wished to mate thee to a spirit who
          Should be benevolent,
          And not malevolent!

          Aradia, Aradia!  I implore
          Thee by the love which she did bear for thee!
          And by the love which I too feel for thee!
          I pray thee grant the grace which I require!
          And if this grace be granted, may there be
          One of three signs distinctly clear to me:
               The hiss of a serpent,
               The light of a firefly,
               The sound of a frog!
          But if you do refuse this favour, then
          May you in future know no peace nor joy,
          And be obliged to seek me from afar,
          Until you come to grant me my desire,
          In haste, and then thou may'st return again
          Unto thy destiny.  Therewith, Amen!

     DIANA was the first created before all creation; in her were all things; out of herself, 
the first darkness, she divided herself; into darkness and light she was divided.  Lucifer, 
her brother and son, herself and her other half, was the light.

     And when Diana saw that the light was so beautiful, the light which was her other 
half, her brother Lucifer, she yearned for it with exceeding great desire.  Wishing to 
receive the light again into her darkness, to swallow it up in rapture, in delight, she 
trembled with desire.  This desire was the dawn.

     But Lucifer, the light, fled from her, and would not yield to her wishes; he was the 
light which flies into the most distant parts of heaven, the mouse which flies before the 

     Then Diana went to the fathers of the Beginning, to the mothers, the spirits who were 
before the first spirit, and lamented unto them that she could not prevail with Lucifer.  
And they praised her for her courage; they told her that to rise she must fall; to become 
the chief of goddesses she must become mortal.

     And in the ages, in the course of time, when the world was made, Diana went on earth, 
as did Lucifer, who had fallen, and Diana taught magic and sorcery, whence came 
witches and fairies and goblins - all that is like man, yet not mortal.

     And it came thus that Diana took the form of a cat. Her brother had a cat whom he 
loved beyond all creatures, and it slept every night on his bed, a cat beautiful beyond all 
other creatures, a fairy: he did not know it.

     Diana prevailed with the cat to change forms with her; so she lay with her brother, and 
in the darkness assumed her own form, and so by Lucifer became the mother of Aradia.  
But when in the morning he found that he lay by his sister, and that light had been 
conquered by darkness, Lucifer was extremely angry; but Diana with her wiles of 
witchcraft so charmed him that he yielded to her love.  This was the first fascination; she 
hummed the song, it was as the buzzing of bees (or a top spinning round), a spinning-
wheel spinning life.  She spun the lives of all men; all things were spun from the wheel of 
Diana.  Lucifer turned the wheel.

     Diana was not known to the witches and spirits, the fairies and elves who dwell in 
desert place, the goblins, as their mother; she hid herself in humility and was a mortal, 
but by her will she rose again above all.  She had passion for witchcraft, and became so 
powerful therein, that her greatness could not be hidden.

     And thus it came to pass one night, at the meeting of all the sorceresses and fairies, 
she declared that she would darken the heavens and turn all the stars into mice.

     All those who were present said - 
    "If thou canst do such a strange thing, having risen to such power, thou shalt be our 
     Diana went into the street; she took the bladder of an ox and a piece of witch-money, 
which has an edge from a knife - with such money witches cut the earth from men's foot 
tracks - and she cut the earth, and with it and many mice she filled the bladder, and blew 
into the bladder till it burst.

     And there came a great marvel, for the earth which was in the bladder became the 
round heaven above, and for three days there was a great rain; the mice became stars or 
rain.  And having made the heaven and stars and the rain, Diana became Queen of the 
Witches; she was the cat who ruled the star mice, the heaven and the rain.


     To find a stone with a hole in it is a special sign of the favour of Diana.  He who does 
so shall take it in his hand and repeat the following, having observed the ceremony as 
enjoined -

Invocation to the Holy-Stone

          I have found
          A holy-stone upon the ground.
          O Fate! I thank thee for the happy find.
          Also the spirit who upon this road
          Hath given it to me;
          And may it prove to be for my true good
          And my good fortune!

          I rise in the morning by the earliest dawn,
          And I go forth to walk through (pleasant) vales,
          All in the mountains or the meadows fair,
          Seeking for luck while onward still I roam,
          Seeking for rue and vervain scented sweet,
          Because they bring good fortune unto all.
          I keep them safely guarded in my bosom,
          That none may know it - 'tis a secret thing,
          And sacred too, and thus I speak the spell:
          "O vervain! ever be a benefit,
          And may thy blessing be upon the witch
          Or on the fairy who did give thee to me!"

          It was Diana who did come to me,
          All in the night in a dream, and said to me:
          "If thou would'st keep all evil folk afar,
          Then ever keep the vervain and the rue
          Safely beside thee!"

          Great Diana! thou
          Who art the queen of heaven and of earth,
          And of the infernal lands - yea, thou who art
          Protectress of all men unfortunate,
          Of thieves and murderers, and of women too
          Who lead an evil life, and yet hast known
          That their nature was not evil, thou, Diana
          Hast still conferred on them some joy in life.

          Or I may truly at another time
          So conjure thee that thou shalt have no peace
          Or happiness, for thou shalt ever be
          In suffering until thou greatest that
          Which I require in strictest faith from thee!

	Here we have again the threatening the deity, just as in Eskimo or other 
Shamanism, which represents the rudest primitive form of conjuring, the spirits are 
menaced.  A trace of this is to be found among rude Roman Catholics.  Thus when St. 
Bruno, some years ago, at a town in the Romagna, did not listen to the prayers of his 
devotees for rain, they stuck his image in the mud of the river, head downwards.  A rain 
speedily followed, and the saint was restored in honour to his place in the church.

The Spell or Conjuration of the Round Stone:

     The finding of a round stone, be it great or small, is a good sign, but it should never be 
given away, because the receiver will then get the good luck, and some disaster befall the 

     On finding a round stone, raise the eyes to heaven, and throw the stone up three times 
(catching it every time), and say - 

          Spirit of good omen,
          Who art come to aid me,
          Believe I had great need of thee.
          Spirit of the Red Goblin,
          Since thou hast come to aid me in my need,
          I pray of thee do not abandon me;
          I beg of thee to enter now this stone,
          That in my pocket I may carry thee, 
          And so when anything is needed by me,
          I can call unto thee: be what it may,
          Do not abandon me by night or day.

          Should I lend money unto any man
          Who will not pay when due, I pray of thee,
          Thou the Red Goblin, make him pay his debt!
          And if he will not and is obstinant,
          Go at him with thy cry of "Brie - brie!"
          And if he sleeps, awake him with a twitch,
          And pull the covering off and frighten him!
          And follow him about where'er he goes.

          So teach him with thy ceaseless "Brie - brie!"
          That he who obligation e'er forgets
          Shall be in trouble till he pays his debts.
          And so my debtor on the following day
          Shall either bring the money which he owes,
          Or send it promptly: so I pray of thee,
          O my Red Goblin, come unto my aid!
          Or should I quarrel with her whom I love,
          Then, spirit of good luck, I pray thee go
          To her while sleeping - pull her by the hair,
          And bear her through the night unto my bed!
          And in the morning, when all spirits go
          To their repose, do thou, ere thou return'st
          Into thy stone, carry her home again,
          And leave her there asleep.  Therefore, O Sprite!
          I beg thee in this pebble make thy home!
          Obey in every way all I command.
          So in my pocket thou shalt ever be,
          And thou and I will ne'er part company!


Sacred to Diana

     A lemon stuck full of pins of different colours always brings good fortune. If you 
receive as a gift a lemon full of pins of divers (sic diverse) colours, without any black 
ones among them, it signifies that your life will be perfectly happy and prosperous and 

     But if some black pins are among them, you may enjoy good fortune and health, yet 
mingled with troubles which may be of small account. [However, to lessen their 
influence, you must perform the following ceremony, and pronounce this incantation, 
wherein all is also described.]

          At the instant when the midnight came,
          I have picked a lemon in the garden,
          I have picked a lemon, and with it
          An orange and a (fragrant) mandarin.
          Gathering with care these (precious) things,
          And while gathering I said with care:
          "Thou who art Queen of the sun and of the moon
          And of the stars - lo! here I call to thee!
          And with what power I have I conjure thee
          To grant to me the favour I implore!
          Three things I've gathered in the garden here:
          A lemon, orange, and a mandarin;
          I've gathered them to bring good luck to me.
          Two of them I do grasp here in my hand,
          And that which is to serve me for my fate,
          Queen of the stars!
          Then make that fruit remain firm in my grasp.

	Something is here omitted in the MS.  I conjecture that the two are tossed 
without seeing them into the air, and if the lemon remains, the ceremony proceeds as 
follows.  This is evident, since in it the incantation is confused with a prose direction how 
to act.

     Saying this, one looks up at the sky, and I found the lemon in one hand, and a voice 
said to me -

      "Take many pins, and carefully stick them in the lemon, pins of many colours;  and as 
thou wilt have good luck, and if thou desirest to give the lemon to any one or to a friend, 
thou shouldst stick in it many pins of varied colours.

     "But if thou wilt that evil befall any one, put in it black pins.
     "But for this thou must pronounce a different incantation (thus)": --

          Goddess Diana, I do conjure thee
          And with uplifted voice to thee I call,
          That thou shalt never have content or peace
          Until thou comest to give me all thy aid.
          Therefore tomorrow at the stoke of noon
          I'll wait for thee, bearing a cup of wine,
          Therewith a lens or a small burning glass.
          And thirteen pins I'll put into the charm;
          Those which I put shall all indeed be black,
          But thou, Diana, thou wilt place them all!

          And thou shalt call for me the fiends from hell;
          Thou'lt send them as companions of the Sun,
          And all the fire infernal of itself
          Those fiends shall bring, and bring with it the power
          Unto the Sun to make this (red) wine boil,
          So that these pins by heat may be red-hot;
          And with them I do fill the lemon here,
          That unto her or him to whom 'tis given
          Peace and prosperity shall be unknown.

          If this grace I gain from thee
          Give a sign, I pray, to me!
          Ere the third day shall pass away,
          Let me either hear or see
          A roaring wind, a rattling rain,
          Or hail a clattering on the plain;
          Till one of these three signs you show,
          Peace, Diana, thou shalt not know.
          Answer well the prayer I've sent thee,
          Or day and night will I torment thee!

	As the orange was the fruit of the Sun, so is the lemon suggestive of the Moon 
or Diana, its colour being of a lighter yellow.  However, the lemon specially chosen for 
the charm is always a green one, because it "sets hard" and turns black.  It is not generally 
known that orange and lemon peel, subjected to pressure and combined with an adhesive 
may be made into a hard substance which can be moulded or used for many purposes.  I 
have devoted a chapter to this in an as yet unpublished work entitled One Hundred Minor 
Arts.  This was suggested to me by the hardened lemon given to me for a charm by a 


     When a wizard, a worshipper of Diana, one who worships the Moon, desires the love 
of a woman, he can change her into the form of a dog, when she, forgetting who she is, 
and all things besides, will at once come to his house, and there, when by him, take on 
again her natural form and remain with him.  And when it is time for her to depart, she 
will again become a dog and go home, where she will turn into a girl.  And she will 
remember nothing of what has taken place, or at least but little or mere fragments, which 
will seem as a confused dream.  And she will take the form of a dog because Diana has 
ever a dog by her side.

     And this is the spell to be repeated by him who would bring a love to his home:

	The beginning of this spell seems to be merely a prose introduction explaining 
the nature of the ceremony.

     Today is Friday, and I wish to rise very early, not having been able to sleep all night, 
having seen a very beautiful girl, the daughter of a rich lord, whom I dare not hope to 
win.  Were she poor, I could gain her with money; but as she is rich, I have no hope to do 
so.  Therefore will I conjure Diana to aid me.

          Diana, beautiful Diana!
          Who art indeed as good as beautiful,
          By all the worship I have given thee,
          And all the joy of love which thou hast known,
          I do implore thee to aid me in my love!
          What thou wilt 'tis true
          Thou canst ever do:
          And if the grace I seek thou'lt grant to me,
          Then call, I pray, they daughter Aradia,
          And send her to the bedside of the girl,
          And give that girl the likeness of a dog,
          And make her then come to me in my room,
          But when she once has entered it, I pray
          That she may reassume her human form,
          As beautiful as e'er she was before,
          And may I then make love to her until
          Our souls with joy are fully satisfied.
          Then by the aid of the great Fairy Queen
          And of her daughter, fair Aradia,
          May she be turned into a dog again,
          And then to human form as once before!

     Thus it will come to pass that the girl as a dog will return to her home unseen and 
unsuspected, for thus will it be affected by Aradia;  and the girl will think it is all a 
dream, because she will have been enchanted by Aradia.


     The man or woman who, when about to go forth into the town, would fain be free 
from danger or risk of an accident, or to have good fortune in buying, as, for instance, if a 
scholar hopes that he may find some rare old book or manuscript for sale very cheaply, or 
if any one wishes to buy anything very desirable or to find bargains or rarities.  This 
scongiurazione serves for good health, cheerfulness of heart, and absence of evil or the 
overcoming enmity.  These are words of gold unto the believer.

          'Tis Tuesday now, and at an early hour
          I fain would turn good fortune to myself,
          Firstly at home and then when I go forth,
          And with the aid of beautiful Diana
          I pray for luck ere I do leave this house!

          First with three drops of oil I do remove
          All evil influence, and I humbly pray,
          O beautiful Diana, unto thee
          That thou wilt take it all away from me,
          And send it all to my worst enemy!

          When the evil fortune
          Is taken from me,
          I'll cast it out to the middle of the street
          And if thou wilt grant me this favour,
          O beautiful Diana, 
          Every bell in my house shall merrily ring!

          Then well contented
          I will go forth to roam,
          Because I shall be sure that with thy aid
          I shall discover ere I return
          Some fine and ancient books,
          And at a moderate price.

          And thou shalt find the man,
          The one who owns the book,
          And thou thyself wilt go
          And put it in his mind,
          Inspiring him to know
          What 'tis that thou would'st find
          And move him into doing
          All that thou dost require.
          Or if a manuscript
          Written in ancient days,
          Thou'lt gain it all the same,
          It shall come in thy way,
          And thus at little cost.
          Thou shalt buy what thou wilt
          By great Diana's aid.

	The foregoing was obtained, after some delay, in reply to a query as to what 
conjuration would be required before going forth, to make sure that one should find for 
sale some rare book, or other object desired, at a very moderate price.  Therefore the 
invocation has been so worded as to make it applicable to literary finds; but those who 
wish to buy anything whatever on equally favorable terms, have but to vary the request, 
retaining the introduction, in which the magic virtue consists.  I cannot, however, resist 
the conviction that this is most applicable to, and will succeed best with, researches for 
objects of antiquity, scholarship, and art, and it should accordingly be deeply impressed 
on the memory of every bric-a-brac hunter and bibliographer.  It should be observed, and 
that earnestly, that the prayer, far from being answered, will turn to the contrary or 
misfortune, unless the one who repeats it does so in fullest faith, and this cannot be 
acquired by merely saying to oneself, "I believe."  For to acquire real faith in anything 
requires long and serious mental discipline, there being, in fact, no subject which is so 
generally spoken of and so little understood.  Here indeed, I am speaking seriously, for 
the man who can train his faith to actually believe in and cultivate or develop his will can 
really work what the world by common consent regards as miracles.  A time will come 
when this principle will form not only the basis of all education, but also that of all moral 
and social culture.  I have, I trust, fully set it forth in a work entitled "Have you a Strong 
Will? or how to Develop it or any other Faculty or Attribute of the Mind, and render it 
Habitual,"  &c. London: George Redway.
	The reader, however, who has devout faith, can, as the witches declare, apply 
this spell daily before going forth to procuring or obtaining any kind of bargains at shops, 
to picking up or discovering lost objects, or, in fact, to finds of any kind.  If he incline to 
beauty in female form, he will meet with bonnes fortunes; if a man of business, bargains 
will be his.  The botanist who repeats it before going into the fields will probably 
discover some new plant, and the astronomer by night be almost certain to run against a 
brand new planet, or at least an asteroid.  It should be repeated before going to the races, 
to visit friends, places of amusement, to buy or sell, to make speeches, and specially 
before hunting or any nocturnal goings-forth, since Diana is the goddess of the chase and 
of night.  But woe to him who does it for a jest!


     He who would have a good vintage and fine wine, should take a horn full of wine and 
with this go into the vineyards or farms wherever vines grow, and then drinking from the 
horn say - 

          I drink, and yet it is not wine I drink,
          I drink the blood of Diana,
          Since from wine it has changed into her blood,
          And spread itself through all my growing vines,
          Whence it will give me good return in wines,
          Though even if good vintage should be mine,
          I'll be free from care, for should it chance
          That the grape ripens in the waning moon,
          Then all the wine would come to sorrow, but
          If drinking from this horn I drink the blood - 
          The blood of great Diana - by her aid - 
          If I do kiss my hand to the new moon,
          Praying the Queen that she will guard my grapes,
          Even from the instant when the bud is born
          Until it is a ripe and perfect grape,
          And onward to the vintage, and to the last
          Until the wine is made - may it be good!
          And may it so succeed that I from it
          May draw good profit when at last 'tis sold,
          So may good fortune come unto my vines,
          And into all my land where'er it be!

          But should my vines seem in an evil way,
          I'll take my horn, and bravely will I blow
          In the wine-vault at midnight, and I'll make
          Such a tremendous and a terrible sound
          That thou, Diana fair, however far
          Away thou may'st be, still shalt hear the call,
          And casting open door or window wide,
          Shalt headlong come upon the rushing wind,
          And find and save me - that is, save my vines,
          Which will be saving me from dire distress;
          For should I lose them I'd be lost myself,
          But with thy aid, Diana, I'll be saved.
	This is a very interesting invocation and tradition, and probably of great 
antiquity from very striking intrinsic evidence.  For it is firstly devoted to a subject which 
has received little attention - the connection of Diana as the moon with Bacchus, although 
in the great Dizionario Storico Mitologico, by Pozzoli and others, it is expressly asserted 
that in Greece her worship was associated with that of Bacchus, Esculapius and Apollo.  
The connecting link is the horn.  In a medal of Alexander Severus, Diana of Ephesus 
bears the horn of plenty.  This is the horn or horn of the new moon, sacred to Diana.  
According to Callimachus, Apollo himself built an altar consisting entirely of horns to 
	The connection of the horn with wine is obvious.  It was usual among the old 
Slavonians for the priest of Svantevit, the Sun god, to see if the horn which the idol held 
in his hand was full of wine, in order to prophesy a good harvest for the coming year.  If 
it was filled, all was right; if not, he filled the horn, drank from it, and replaced the horn 
in the hand, and predicted that all would eventually go well.  It cannot fail to strike the 
reader that this ceremony is strangely like that of the Italian invocation, the only 
difference being that in one the Sun, and in the other the Moon is invoked to secure a 
good harvest.
	In the Legends of Florence there is one of the Via del Corno, in which the hero, 
falling into a vast tun or tina of wine, is saved from drowning by sounding a horn with 
tremendous power.  At the sound, which penetrates to an incredible distance, even to 
unknown lands, all came rushing as if enchanted to save him.  In this conjuration, Diana,
in the depths of heaven, is represented as rushing at the sound of the horn, and leaping 
through doors or windows to save the vintage of the one who blows.  There is a certain 
singular affinity in these stories.
	In the story of the Via del Corno, the hero is saved by the Red Goblin or Robin 
Goodfellow, who gives him a horn, and it is the same sprite who appears in the 
conjuration of the Round Stone, which is sacred to Diana.  This is because the spirit is 
nocturnal, and attendant on Diana-Titania.
	Kissing the hand to the new moon is a ceremony of unknown antiquity, and 
Job, even in his time, regarded it as heathenish and forbidden - which always means 
antiquated and out of fashion - as when he declared (xxxi, 26, 27), "If I beheld the moon 
walking in brightness...and my heart hath been secretly enticed or my mouth hath kissed 
my hand...this 
also were an iniquity to be punished by the Judge, for I should have denied the God that 
is above."  From which it may or ought to be inferred that Job did not understand that 
God made the moon and appeared in all His works, or else he really believed the moon 
was an independent deity.    In any case, it is curious to see the old forbidden rite still 
and as heretical as ever.
	The tradition, as given to me, very evidently omits a part of the ceremony, 
which may be supplied from classic authority.  When the peasant performs the rite, he 
must not act as once a certain African, who was a servant of a friend of mine, did.  The 
man's duty was to pour out every morning a libation of rum to a fetish - and he poured it 
down his own throat.  The peasant should also sprinkle the vines, just as the Devonshire 
farmers who observed all Christmas ceremonies, sprinkled, also from a horn, their apple-
  "Now it is fabled that Endymion, admitted to Olympus, whence he was expelled for 
want of respect to Juno, was banished for thirty years to earth.  And having been allowed 
to sleep this time in a cave of Mount Latmos, Diana, smitten with his beauty visited him 
every night till she had by him fifty daughters and one son.  And after this Endymion was 
recalled to Olympus."
                                              -Diz. Stor. Mitol

	The following legend and the spells were given under the name or title of 
TANA.  This was the old Etruscan name for Diana, which is still preserved in the 
Romagna Toscana.  In more than one Italian and French work I have found some account 
or tale how a witch charmed a girl to sleep for a lover, but this is the only explanation of 
the whole ceremony known to me.


     Tana is a beautiful goddess, and she loved a marvelously handsome youth named 
Endamone; but her love was crossed by a witch who was her rival, although Endamone 
did not care for the latter. But the witch resolved to win him, whether he would or not, 
and with this intent she induced the servant of Endamone to let her pass the night in the 
latter's room.  And when there, she assumed the appearance of Tana, whom he loved, so 
that he was delighted to behold her, as he thought, and welcomed her with passionate 
embraces.  Yet this gave him into her power, for it enabled her to perform a certain  
magic spell by clipping a lock of his hair.

     Then she went home, and taking a piece of sheep's intestine, formed of it a purse, and 
in this she put that which she had taken, with a red and a black ribbon bound together, 
with a feather, and pepper and salt, and then sang a song.  These are the words, a song of 
witchcraft of the very old time.

The Spell

          This bag for Endamon' I wove,
          It is my vengeance for the love,
          For the deep love I had for thee,
          Which thou would'st not return to me,
          But bore it all to Tana's shrine,
          And Tana never shall be thine!
          Now every night in agony
          By me thou shalt oppressed be!
          From day to day, from hour to hour,
          I'll make thee feel the witch's power;
          With passion thou shalt be tormented,
          And yet with pleasure ne'er be contented;
          Enwrapped in slumber thou shalt lie,
          To know that thy beloved is by,
          And, ever dying, never die,
          Without the power to speak a word,
          Nor shall her voice by thee be heard;
          Tormented by Love's agony,
          There shall be no relief for thee!
          For my strong spell thou canst not break,
          And from that sleep thou ne'er shalt wake;
          Little by little thou shalt waste,
          Like taper by the embers placed.
          Little by little thou shalt die,
          Yet, ever living, tortured lie,
          Strong in desire, yet ever weak,
          Without the power to move or speak,
          With all the love I had for thee,
          Shalt thou thyself tormented be,
          Since all the love I felt of late
          I'll make thee feel in burning hate,
          For ever on thy torture bent,
          I am revenged, and now content.

     But Tana, who was far more powerful than the witch, though not able to break the 
spell by which he was compelled to sleep, took from him all pain (he knew her in 
dreams), and embracing him, she sang this counter charm.

The Song of Diana

          Endamone, Endamone, Endamone!
          By the love I feel, which I
          Shall ever feel until I die,
          Three crosses on thy bed I make,
          And then three wild horse chestnuts take,
          In that bed the nuts I hide,
          And then the window open wide,
          That the full moon may cast her light
          Upon the love as fair and bright,
          And so I pray to her above
          To give wild rapture to our love,
          And cast her fire in either heart,
          Which wildly loves to never part;
          And one thing more I beg of thee!
          If any one enamoured be,
          And in my aid his love hath placed,
          Unto his call I'll come in haste.

     So it came to pass that the fair goddess made love with Endamone as if they had been 
awake (yet communing in dreams).  And so it is to this day, that whoever would make 
love with him or her who sleeps, should have recourse to the beautiful Tana, and so doing 
there will be success.

	This legend, while agreeing in many details with the classical myth, is strangely 
intermingled with practices of witchcraft, but even these, if investigated, would all prove 
to be as ancient as the rest of the text. 
	Thus the sheep's intestine - used instead of the red woolen bag which is 
employed in beneficent magic - the red and black ribbon, which mingles threads of joy 
and woe, the (peacock) feather, pepper and salt, occur in many other incantations, but 
always to bring evil and cause suffering.
	I have never seen it observed, but it is true, that KEATS in his exquisite poem 
of Endymion completely departs from or ignores the whole spirit and meaning of the 
ancient myth, while in this rude witch-song it is minutely developed.  The conception is 
that of a beautiful youth furtively kissed in his slumber by Diana of reputed chastity.  
	The ancient myth is, to begin with, one of darkness and light, or day and night, 
from which are born the fifty-one (now fifty-two) weeks of the year.  This is Diana, the 
night, and Apollo, the sun, or light in another form.  It is expressed as love-making during 
sleep, which, when  it occurs in real life, generally has for active agent someone who, 
without being absolutely modest, wishes to preserve appearances.
	The established character of Diana among the Initiated (for which she was 
bitterly reviled by the Fathers of the Church) was that of a beautiful hypocrite who 
pursued amours in silent secrecy.

          "Thus as the moon Endymion lay with her,
          So did Hippolytus and Verbio."

     But there is an exquisitely subtle, delicately strange idea or ideal in the conception of 
the apparently chaste "clear, cold moon" casting her living light by stealth into the hidden 
recesses of darkness and acting in the occult mysteries of love or dreams.  So it struck 
BYRON as an original thought that the sun does not shine on half the forbidden deeds 
which the moon witnesses, and this is emphasized in the Italian  witch-poem.  In it the 
moon is distinctly invoked as the protectress of a strange and secret amour, and as the 
deity to be especially invoked for such love-making.  The one invoking says that the 
window is opened, that the moon may shine splendidly on the bed, even as our love is 
bright and beautiful...and I pray her to give great rapture to us.
	The quivering, mysteriously beautiful light of the moon, which seems to cast a 
spirit of intelligence or emotion over silent Nature, and dimly
           "The sun set and uprose the yellow moon:
               The devil's in the moon for mischief; they
               Who called her chaste, methinks, began too soon
               Their nomenclature; there is not a day
               The longest, not the twenty-first of June,
               Sees half the business in a wicked way
               On which three single hours of moonshine smile."
                                        --Don Juan, cxiii

half awaken it - raising shadows into thoughts and causing every tree and rock to assume 
the semblance of a living form, but one which, while shimmering and breathing, still 
sleeps in a dream - could not escape the Greeks, and they expressed it as Diana 
embracing Endymion.  But as night is the time sacred to secrecy, and as the true Diana of 
the Mysteries was the Queen of Night, who wore the crescent moon, and mistress of all 
hidden things, including "sweet secret sins and loved iniquities," there was attached to 
this myth far more than meets the eye.  And just in the degree to which Diana was 
believed to be Queen of the emancipated 
witches and of Night, or the nocturnal Venus-Astarte herself, so far would the love for 
sleeping Endymion be understood as sensual, yet sacred and allegorical.  And it is 
entirely in this sense that the witches in Italy, who may claim with some right to be its 
true inheritors, have preserved and understood the myth.
 	It is a realization of forbidden or secret love, with attraction to the dimly seen 
beautiful-by-moonlight, with the fairy or witch-like charm of the supernatural - a 
romance combined in a single strange form - the spell of Night!

          "There is a dangerous silence in that hour
          A stillness which leaves room for the full soul
          To open all itself, without the power
          Of calling wholly back its self-control;
          The silver light which, hallowing tree and flower,
          Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole,
          Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws
          A loving languor which is not repose."

	This is what is meant by the myth of Diana and Endymion.  It is the making 
divine or aesthetic (which to the Greeks was one and the same) that which is 
impassioned, secret, and forbidden.  It was the charm of the stolen waters which are 
sweet, intensified to poetry.  And it is remarkable that it has been so strangely preserved 
in Italian Witch traditions.


     Once there was, in the very old time in Cettardo Alto, a girl of astonishing beauty, and 
she was betrothed to a young man who was as remarkable for good looks as herself; but 
though well born and bred, the fortune or misfortunes of war or fate had made them both 
extremely poor.  And if the young lady had one fault, it was her great pride, nor would 
willingly be married unless in good style, with luxury and festivity, in a fine garment, 
with many bridesmaids of rank.

     And this became to the beautiful Rorasa - for such was her name - such an object of 
desire, that her head was half turned with it, and the other girls of her acquaintance, to say 
nothing of the many men whom she had refused, mocked her so bitterly, asking her when 
the fine wedding was to be, with many other jeers and sneers, that at last in a moment of 
madness she went to the top of a high tower, whence she cast herself; and to make it 
worse, there was below a terrible ravine balsa into which she fell.

   Yet she took no harm, for as she fell there appeared to her a very beautiful woman, 
truly not of earth, who took her by the hand and bore her through the air to a safe place.

   Then all the people round who saw or heard of this thing cried out,   "Lo, a miracle!" 
and they came and made a great festival, and would fain persuade Rorasa that she had 
been saved by the Madonna.

   But the lady who had saved her, coming to her secretly, said, 

   "If thou hast any desire, follow the Gospel of Diana, or what is called the Gospel of the 
Witches, II Vangelo delle Strege who worship the moon."

          "If thou adorest Luna, then
          What thou desir'st thou shalt obtain!"

   Then the beautiful girl went forth alone by night to the fields, and kneeling on a stone 
in an old ruin, she worshipped the moon and invoked Diana thus:

          Diana, beautiful Diana!
          Thou who didst save from a dreadful death
          When I did fall into the dark ravine!
          I pray thee grant me still another grace.
          Give me one glorious wedding, and with it
          Full many bridesmaids, beautiful and grand;
          And if this favour thou wilt grant me,
          True to the Witches' Gospel I will be!

     When Rorasa awoke in the morning, she found herself in another house, where all was 
far more magnificent, and having risen, a beautiful maid led her into another room, where 
she was dressed in a superb wedding garment of white silk with diamonds, for it was her 
wedding dress indeed.  Then there appeared ten young ladies, all splendidly attired, and 
with them and many distinguished persons she went to the church in a carriage.  And all 
the streets were filled with music and people bearing flowers.

     So she found the bridegrooms, and was wedded to her heart's desire, ten times more 
grandly than she had ever dreamed of.  Then, after the ceremony, there was spread a feast 
at which all the nobility of Cettardo were present, and, moreover, the whole town, rich 
and poor, were feasted.

     When the wedding was finished, the bridesmaids made every one a magnificent 
present to the bride - one gave diamonds, another a parchment (written) in gold, after 
which they asked permission to go all together into the sacristy.  And there they remained 
for some hours undisturbed, until the priest sent his chierico to inquire whether they 
wanted anything.  But what was the youth's amazement at beholding, not the ten 
bridesmaids, but their ten images or likenesses in wood and in terra-cotta, with that of 
DIANA standing on a moon, and they were all so magnificently made and adorned as to 
be of immense value.

    Therefore the priest put these images in the church, which is the most ancient in 
Cettardo, and now in many churches you may see the Madonna and Moon, but it is 
Diana-- la Dea della Luna. 

	The name Rorasa seems to indicate the Latin ros the dew, rorare, to bedew, 
rorulenta, bedewed - in fact, the goddess of the dew.  Her great fall and being lifted by 
Diana suggest the fall of dew by night, and its rising in vapor under the influence of the 
moon.  It is possible that this is a very old Latin mythic tale.  The white silk and 
diamonds indicate the dew.


	The following story does not belong to the Gospel of Witches, but I add it as it 
confirms the fact that the worship of Diana existed for a long time contemporary with 
Christianity.  Its full title in the original MS, which was written out by Maddalena, after 
hearing it from a man who was a native of Volterra, is "The Female  Pilgrim of the House 
of the Wind".  It may be added that, as the tale declares, the house in question is still 

     There is a peasant's house at the beginning of the hill or ascent leading to Volterra, 
and it is called the House of the Wind.  Near it there once stood a small palace, wherein 
dwelt a married couple, who had but one child, a daughter, whom they adored.  Truly if 
the child had but a headache, they each had a worse attack from fear.

     Little by little as the girl grew older, and all the thought of the mother, who was very 
devout, was that she should become a nun.  But the girl did not like this, and declared that 
she hoped to be married like others.  And when looking from her window one day, she 
saw and heard the birds singing in the vines and among the trees all so merrily, she said 
to her mother that she hoped some day to have a family of little birds of her own, singing 
round her in a cheerful nest. At which the mother was so angry that she gave her daughter 
a cuff.  And the young lady wept, but replied with spirit, that if beaten or treated in any 
such manner, that she would certainly soon find some way to escape and get married, for 
she had no idea of being made a nun against her will.

     At hearing this the mother was seriously frightened, for she knew the spirit of her 
child, and was afraid lest the girl already had a lover, and would make a great scandal 
over the blow; and turning it all over, she thought of an elderly lady of good family, but 
much reduced, who was famous for her intelligence, learning, and power of persuasion, 
and she thought, "This will be just the person to induce my daughter to become pious, 
and fill her head with devotion and make a nun of her."  So she sent for this clever 
person, who was at once appointed the governess and constant attendant of the young 
lady, who, instead of quarreling with her guardian, became devoted to her.

     However, everything in this world does not go exactly as we would have it, and no 
one knows what fish or crab may hide under a rock in a river. For it so happened that the 
governess was not a Catholic at all, as will presently appear, and did not vex her pupil 
with any threats of a nun's life, nor even with an approval of it..

     It came to pass that the young lady, who was in the habit of lying awake on moonlight 
nights to hear the nightingales sing, thought she heard her governess in the next room, of 
which the door was open, rise and go forth on the great balcony.  The next night the same 
thing took place, and rising very softly and unseen, she beheld the lady praying, or at 
least kneeling in the moonlight, which seemed to her to be very singular conduct, the 
more so because the lady kneeling uttered words which the younger could not 
understand, and which certainly formed no part of the Church service.

     And being much exercised over the strange occurrence, she at last, with timid excuses, 
told her governess what she had seen.  Then the latter, after a little reflection, first 
binding her to a secrecy of life and death, for, as she declared, it was a matter of great 
peril, spoke as follows:--

     "I, like thee, was instructed when young by priests to worship an invisible god.  But an 
old woman in whom I had great confidence once said to me, 'Why worship a deity whom 
you cannot see, when there is the Moon in all her splendor visible?  Worship her.  Invoke 
Diana, the goddess of the Moon, and she will grant your prayers.'  This shalt thou do, 
obeying the Gospel of (the Witches and of) Diana, who is Queen of the Fairies and of the 

     Now the young lady being persuaded, was converted to the worship of Diana and the 
Moon, and having prayed with all her heart for a lover (having learned the conjuration to 
the goddess), was soon rewarded by the attention and devotion of a brave and wealthy 
cavalier, who was indeed as admirable a suitor as any one could desire.  But the mother, 
who was far more bent on gratifying vindictiveness and cruel vanity than on her 
daughter's happiness, was infuriated at this, and when the gentleman came to her, she 
bade him begone, for her daughter was vowed to become a nun, and a nun she should be 
or die.

     Then the young lady was shut up in a cell in a tower, without even the company of her 
governess, and put to strong and hard pain, being made to sleep on the stone floor, and 
would have died of hunger had her mother had her way.

     Then in this dire need she prayed to Diana to set her free; when Lo!  she found the 
prison door unfastened, and easily escaped.  Then having obtained a pilgrim's dress, she 
traveled far and wide, teaching and preaching the religion of old times, the religion of 
Diana, the Queen of the Fairies and of the Moon, the goddess of the poor and oppressed.

     And the fame of  her wisdom and beauty went forth over all the land, and the people 
worshipped her, calling her La Bella Pellegrina.  At last her mother, hearing of her, was 
in a greater rage than ever, and, in fine, after much trouble, succeeded in having her 
arrested and cast into prison.  And then in evil temper indeed she asked her whether she 
would become a nun; to which she replied that it was not possible, because she had left 
the Catholic Church and become a worshipper of Diana and of the Moon.

     And the end of it was that the mother, regarding her daughter as lost, gave her up to 
the priests to be put to torture and death, as they did all who would not agree with them or 
who left their religion.

     But the people were not well pleased with this, because they adored her beauty and 
goodness, and there were few who had not enjoyed her charity.  But by the aid of her 
lover she obtained, as a last grace, that on the night before she was to be tortured and 
executed she might, with a guard, go forth into the garden of the palace and pray.

     This she did, and standing by the door of the house, which is still there, prayed in the 
light of the full moon to Diana, that she might be delivered from the dire persecution to 
which she had been subjected, since even her own parents had willingly given her over to 
an awful death.

     Now her parents and the priests, and all who sought her death, were in the palace 
watching lest she should escape.

     When Lo! in answer to her prayer there came a terrible tempest and overwhelming 
wind, a storm such as man had never seen before, which overthrew and swept away the 
palace with all who were in it; there was not one stone left upon another, nor one soul 
alive of all who were there.
     The gods had replied to the prayer.

     The young lady escaped happily with her lover, wedded him, and the house of the 
peasant where the lady stood is still called the House of the Wind.

	This is very accurately the story as I received it, but I freely admit that I have 
very much condensed the language of the original text, which consists of  twenty pages, 
and which, as regards needless padding, indicates a capacity on the part of the narrator to 
write an average modern fashionable novel, even a second rate French one, which is 
saying a great deal.  It is true that there are in it no detailed descriptions of scenery, skies, 
trees, or clouds - and a great deal might be made of Volterra in that way - but it is 
prolonged in a manner which shows a gift for it.
	However, the narrative itself is strangely original and vigorous, for it is such a 
relic of pure classic heathenism, and such a survival of faith in the old mythology, as all 
the reflected second hand Hellenism of the Aesthetes cannot equal.  That a real worship 
of or belief in classic divinities should have survived to the present day in the very land 
of Papacy itself, is a much more curious fact than if a living mammoth had been 
discovered in some out of the way corner of the earth, because the former is a human 
phenomenon.  I foresee that the day will come, and that perhaps not so very far distant, 
when the world of scholars will be amazed to consider to what a late period an immense 
body of antique tradition survived in Northern Italy, and how indifferent the learned were 
regarding it; there having been in very truth only one man, and he a foreigner, who 
earnestly occupied himself with collecting and preserving it.
	It is very probably that there were as many touching episodes among the 
heathen martyrs who were forced to give up their beloved deities, such as Diana, Venus, 
the Graces, and others, who were worshipped for beauty, as there were even among the 
Christians who were thrown to the lions.
	For the heathen loved their gods with a human personal sympathy, without 
mysticism or fear, as if they had been blood relations; and there were many among them 
who really believed that such was the case when some damsel who had made a faux pas 
got out of it by attributing it  all to some god, faun, or satyr; which is very touching.  
There is a great deal to be said for, as well as against, the idolaters or worshippers of 
dolls, as I heard a small girl define them.


	The following story, which appeared originally in the Legends of Florence, 
collected from the people by me, does not properly belong to the Witch's Gospel, as it is 
not strictly in accordance with it; and yet it could not well be omitted, since it is on the 
same subject.  In it Diana appears simply as the lunar goddess of chastity, therefor not as 
a witch.  It was given to me as Fana, but my informant said that it might be Tana; she was 
not sure.  As Tana occurs in another tale, and as the subject is certainly Diana, there can 
hardly be a question of this.

     Tana was a very beautiful girl, but extremely poor, and as modest and pure as she was 
beautiful and humble.  She went from one contadino to another, or from farm to farm to 
work, and thus led an honest life. There was a young boor, a very ugly, bestial, and 
brutish fellow, who was after his fashion raging with love for her, but she could not so 
much as bear to look at him, and repelled all his advances. But late one night, when she 
was returning alone from the farmhouse where she had worked to her home, this man 
who had hidden himself in a thicket, leaped out on her and cried,

     "Thou canst not flee; mine thou shalt be!"
     And seeing no help near, and only the full moon looking down on her from heaven, 
Tana in despair cast herself on her knees and cried to it:--

          "I have no one on earth to defend me,
          Thou alone dost see me in this strait;
          Therefore I pray to thee, O Moon!
          As thou art beautiful so thou art bright
          Flashing thy splendor over all mankind;
          Even so I pray thee light up the mind
          Of this poor ruffian, who would wrong me here,
          Even to the worst.  Cast light into his soul,
          That he may let me be in peace, and then
          Return in all thy light unto my home!"

     When she had said this, there appeared before her a bright but shadowy  form, which 

          "Rise, and go to thy home!
          Thou has well deserved this grace;
          No one shall trouble thee more,
          Purest of all on earth!
          Thou shalt a goddess be,
          The Goddess of the Moon,
          Of all enchantment Queen!"

     Thus it came to pass that Tana became the dea or spirit of the Moon.
	Though the air be set to a different key, this is a poem of pure melody, and the 
same as Wordsworth's "Goody Blake and Harry Gill."  Both Tana and the old dame are 
surprised and terrified; both pray to a power above:

          "The cold, cold moon above her head,
          Thus on her knees did Goody pray;
          Young Harry heard what she had said,
          And icy cold he turned away."

	The dramatic centre is just the same in both.  The English ballad soberly turns 
into an incurable fit of ague inflicted on a greedy young boor; the Italian witch-poetess, 
with finer sense, or with more sympathy for the heroine, casts the brute aside without 
further mention, and apotheosises the maiden, identifying her with the Moon. The former 
is more practical and probable, the latter more poetical.
	And here it is worth while, despite digression, to remark what an immense 
majority there are of people who can perceive, feel, and value poetry in mere words or 
form - that is to say, objectively - and hardly know or note it when it is presented 
subjectively or as thought, but not put into some kind of verse or measure, or regulated 
form.  This is a curious experiment and worth studying.  Take a passage from some 
famous poet; write it out in pure simple prose, doing full justice to its real meaning, and if 
it still actually thrills or moves as poetry, then it is of the first class.  But if it has lost its 
glamour absolutely, it is second rate or inferior; for the best cannot be made out of mere 
words varnished with associations, be they of thought or feeling.
     This is not such a far cry from the subject as might be deemed.    Reading and feeling 
them subjectively, I am often struck by the fact that in these Witch traditions which I 
have gathered, there is a wondrous poetry of thought, which far excels the efforts of 
many modern bards, and which only requires the aid of some clever workman in words to 
assume the highest rank.  A proof of what I have asserted may be found in the fact that, in 
such famous poems as the Finding of the Lyre, by James Russell Lowell, and that on the 
invention of the pipe by Pan, by Mrs. Browning, that which formed the most exquisite 
and refined portion of the original myths is omitted by both authors, simply because they 
or did not perceive it.  For in the former we are not told that it was the breathing of the 
god Air (who was the inspiring soul of ancient music, and the Bellaria of modern witch-
mythology) on the dried filament of the tortoise, which suggested to Hermes the making 
an instrument wherewith he made the music of the spheres and guided the course of the 
planets.  As for Mrs. Browning, she leaves out Syrinx altogether, that is to say, the voice 
of the nymph still lingering in the pipe which had been her body.  Now to my mind the 
old prose narrative of these myths is much more deeply poetical and moving, and far 
more inspired with beauty and romance, than are the well-rhymed and measured, but very 
imperfect versions given by our poets.  And in fact, such want of intelligence or 
perception may be found in all the 'classic' poems, not only of KEATS, but of almost 
every poet of the age who has dealt in Greek subjects.
          Great license is allowed to painters and poets, but when they take a subjective, 
especially a deep tradition, and fail to perceive its real meaning or catch its point, and 
simply give us something very pretty, but not so inspired with meaning as the original, it 
can hardly be claimed that they have done their work as it might, or, in fact, should have 
been done.  I find that this fault does not occur in the Italian or Tuscan witch versions of 
the ancient fables; on the contrary, they keenly appreciate, and even expand, the antique 
spirit.  Hence I have often had occasion to remark that it was not impossible that in some 
cases popular tradition, even as it now exists, has been preserved more fully and 
accurately than we find it in any Latin writer.
	Now apropos of missing the point, I would remind certain very literal readers 
that if they find many faults of grammar, misspelling, and worse in the Italian texts in this 
book, they will not, as a distinguished reviewer has done, attribute them all to the 
ignorance of the author, but to the imperfect education of the person who collected and 
recorded them.  I am 
reminded of this by having seen in a circulating library copy of my Legend of Florence, 
in which some good careful soul had taken pains with a pencil to correct all the 
archaisms.  Wherein, he or she was like a certain Boston proof reader, who in a book of 
mine changed the spelling of many citations from Chaucer, Spenser, and others into the 
purest, or impurest, Webster; he being under the impression that I was extremely ignorant 
of orthography.  As for the writing in or injuring books, which always belong partly to 
posterity, it is a sin of vulgarity as well as morality, and indicates what people are more 
than they dream.

          "Only a cad as low as a thief
          Would write in a book or turn down a leaf,
          Since 'tis thievery, as well is known,
          To make free with that which is not our own."


     There was in Florence in the oldest time a noble family, but grown so poor that their 
feast days were few and far between.  However, they dwelt in their old palace (which was 
in the street now called La Via Cittadella), which was a fine old building, and so they 
kept up a brave show before the world, when many a day they hardly had anything to eat.

     Round this palace was a large garden, in which stood an ancient marble statue of 
Diana, like a beautiful woman who seemed to be running with a dog by her side.  She 
held in her hand a bow, and on her forehead was a small moon.  And it was said that by 
night, when all was still, the statue became like life and fled, and did not return till the 
moon set or the sun rose.

     The father of the family had two children, who were good and intelligent.  On day 
they came home with many flowers that had been given to them, and the little girl said to 
the brother, 

    "The beautiful lady with the bow ought to have some of these!" 

     Saying this, they laid flowers before the statue and made a wreath, which the boy 
placed on her head.  Just then the great poet and magician Virgil, who knew everything 
about the god and fairies, entered the garden and said, smiling, 

     "You have made the offering of flowers to the goddess quite correctly, as they did of 
old; all that remains is to pronounce the prayer properly, and it is this:"

    So he repeated the 

Invocation of Diana
          Lovely Goddess of the bow!
          Lovely Goddess of the arrows!
          Of all hounds and of all hunting
          Thou who wakest in starry heaven
          When the sun is sunk in slumber
          Thou with moon upon thy forehead,
          Who the chase by night preferrest
          Unto hunting in the daylight,
          With thy nymphs unto the music
          Of the horn - thyself the huntress,
          And most powerful:  I pray thee
          Think, although but for an instant,
          Upon us who pray unto thee!

     Then Virgil taught them also the Scongiurasione spell to be uttered when good fortune 
or aught is specially required. - 

The Conjuration to Diana
          Fair goddess of the rainbow,
          Of the stars and of the moon!
          The queen most powerful
          Of hunters and the night!
             We beg of thee thy aid,
             That thou may'st give to us
          The best of fortune ever!

      Then he added the conclusion:

          If thou heed'st our evocation
          And wilt give good fortune to us,
          Then in proof give us a token!

     And having taught them this, Virgil departed.

     Then the children ran to tell their parents all that had happened, and the latter 
impressed it on them to keep it a secret, nor breathe a word or hint thereof to any one.  
But what was their amazement when they found early the next morning before the statue 
a deer freshly killed, which gave them good dinners for many a day; nor did they want 
thereafter at any time game of all kinds, when the prayer had been devoutly pronounced.

     There was a neighbor of this family, a priest, who held in hate all the ways and 
worship of the gods of the old time, and whatever did not  belong to his religion, and he, 
passing the garden one day, beheld the statue of Diana crowned with roses and other 
flowers.  And being in a rage, and seeing in the street a decayed cabbage, he rolled it in 
the mud, and threw it all dripping at the face of the goddess, saying:-

           "Behold, thou vile beast of idolatry, 
           this is the worship which thou has from me, 
           and the devil do the rest for thee!"

     Then the priest heard a voice in the gloom where the leaves were dense, and it said:-
          "It is well!  I give thee warning, 
          since thou hast made thy offering, 
          some of the game to thee I'll bring; 
          Thou'lt have thy share in the morning."

     All that night the priest suffered from horrible dreams and dread, and when at last, just 
before three o'clock, he fell asleep, he suddenly awoke from a nightmare in which it 
seemed as if something heavy rested on his chest.  And something indeed fell from him 
and rolled on the floor.  And when he rose and picked it up, and looked at it by the light 
of the 
moon, he saw that it was a human head, half decayed.  Another priest, who had heard his 
cry of terror, entered his room, and having looked at the head, said,

     "I know that face!  It is of a man whom I confessed, and who was beheaded three 
months ago at Siena."

     And three days after, the priest who had insulted the goddess died.

	The foregoing tale was not given to me as belonging to the Gospel of the 
Witches, but as one of a very large series of traditions relating to Virgil as a magician.  
But it has its proper place in this book, because it contains the invocation to and 
incantation of Diana, these being remarkably beautiful and original.  When we remember 
how these 'hymns' have been handed down or preserved by old women, and doubtless 
much garbled, changed, and deformed by transmission, it cannot but seem wonderful that 
so much classic beauty still remains in them, as, for instance, in -

          Lovely Goddess of the bow!
          Lovely Goddess of the arrows!
          Thou who walk'st i' (in) starry heaven!

	Robert Browning was a great poet, but if we compare all the Italian witch-
poems of, and to Diana, with the former's much admired speech of Diana-Artemis, it will 
certainly be admitted by impartial critics that the spells are fully equal to the following by 
the bard -

          "I am a goddess of the ambrosial courts,
          And save by Here, Queen of Pride, surpassed
          By none whose temples whiten this the world:
          Through heaven I roll my lucid moon along,
          I shed in Hell o'er my pale people peace,
          On Earth, I, caring for the creatures, guard
          Each pregnant yellow wolf and fox-bitch sleek,
          And every feathered mother's callow brood,
          And all that love green haunts and loneliness."

	This is pretty, but it is only imitation, and neither in form or spirit really equal 
to the incantations, which are sincere on faith.  And it may here be observed in sorrow, 
yet in very truth, that in a very great number of modern poetical handlings of classic 
mythic subjects, the writers have, despite all their genius as artists, produced rococo work 
which will appear to be such to another generation, simply from their having missed the 
point, or omitted from ignorance something vital which the folk-lorist would probably 
not have lost.  Achilles may be admirably drawn, as I have seen him, in a Louis XIV. wig 
with a Turkish scimitar, but still one could wish that the designer had been a little more 
familiar with Greek garments and weapons.


	The following tale was not given to me as connected with the Gospel of the 
Witches, but as Diana appears in it, and as the whole conception is that of Diana and 
Apollo in another form, I include it in the series.

     Many centuries ago there was a goblin, or spirit or devil-angel, and Mercury, who was 
the god of speed and of quickness, being much pleased with this imp, bestowed on him 
the gift of running like the wind, with the privilege that whatever he pursued, be it spirit, 
a human being, or animal, he should certainly overtake or catch it.

     This goblin had a beautiful sister, who like him, ran errands, not  for the gods, but for 
the goddesses (there was a female god for every male, even down to the small spirits); 
and Diana on the same day gave to this fairy the power that, whoever might chase her, 
she should, if pursued, never be overtaken.

     On day the brother saw his sister speeding like a flash of lightning across the heaven, 
and he felt a sudden strange desire in rivalry to overtake her.  So he dashed after as she 
flitted on; but though it was his destiny to catch, she had been fated never to be caught, 
and so the will of one supreme god was balanced by that of another.

     So the two kept flying round and round the edge of heaven, and at first all the gods 
roared with laughter, but when they understood the case, they grew serious, and asked 
one another how it was to end.

     Then the great father-god said:-
     "Behold the earth, which is in darkness and gloom!  I will change the sister into a 
Moon, and her brother into a sun.  And so shall she ever escape him, yet will he ever 
catch her with      his light, which shall fall on her from afar; for the rays of the sun are 
his hands, which reach forth with burning grasp, yet which are ever eluded."

     And thus it is said that this race begins anew with the first of every month, when the 
moon being cold, is covered with as many coats as an onion.  But while the race is being 
run, as the moon becomes warm she casts off one garment after another, till she is naked 
and then stops, and then when dressed the race begins again.

	As the vast storm-cloud falls in glittering drops, even so the great myths of the 
olden time are broken up into small fairy tales, and as these drops in turn reunite.  
	"On silent lake or streamlet lone", as Villon hath it, even so minor myths are 
again formed from the fallen waters.  In this story we clearly have the dog made by 
Vulcan and the wolf - Jupiter settled the question by petrifying them - as you may read in 
Julius Pollux,/i> his fifth book, or any other on mythology.
         "Which hunting hound, as well is known,
          Was changed by Jupiter to stone."

	It is remarkable that in this story the moon is compared to an onion.  The 
onion," says Friedrich, "was, on account of its many skins, among the Egyptians the 
emblem and hieroglyph of the many formed moon, whose different phases are so clearly 
seen I the root when it is cut through, also because its growth or decrease corresponds 
with that of  the planet.  Therefore it was dedicated to Isis, the Moon Goddess."  And for 
this reason the onion was so holy as to be regarded as having in itself something of deity; 
for which reason Juvenal remarks that the Egyptians were happy people to have gods 
growing in their gardens.    


	The following very curious tale, with the incantation, was not in the text of the 
Vangelo, but it very evidently belongs to the cycle or series of legends connected with it.  
Diana is declared to be the protectress of all outcasts, those to whom the night is their 
day, consequently of thieves; and Laverna, as we may learn from Horace and Plautus, 
was pre-eminently the patroness of pilfering and all rascality.  In this story she also 
appears as a witch and humorist..  It was given to me as a tradition of Virgil, who often 
appears as one familiar with the marvelous and hidden lore of the olden time.

     It happened on a time that Virgil, who knew all things hidden or magical, he who was 
a magician and poet, having heard a speech (or oration) by a famous talker who had not 
much in him, was asked what he thought of it.  And he replied,

    "It seems to me to be impossible to tell whether it was all introduction or all 
conclusion; certainly there was no body in it.  It was like certain fish of whom one is in 
doubt whether they are all head or all tail, or only head and tail; or the goddess Laverna, 
of whom no one ever know whether she was all head or all body, or neither or both."

     Then the emperor inquired who this deity might be, for he had never heard of her.       
And Virgil replied,

    "Among the gods or spirits who were of ancient times - may they be ever favorable to 
us!  Among them (was) one female who was the craftiest and most knavish of them all.  
She was called Laverna.  She was a thief, and very little known to the other deities, who 
were honest and dignified, for she was rarely in heaven or in the country of the fairies.
     "She was almost always on earth, among thieves, pickpockets, and panders - she lived 
in darkness.
     "Once it happened that she went (to a mortal), a great priest in the form and guise of a 
very beautiful stately priestess (of some goddess), and said to him: - 
     " 'You have an estate which I wish to buy.  I intend to build on it a temple to (our) 
God.  I swear to you on my body that I will pay thee within a year'
     "Therefore the priest transferred to her the estate.
     "And very soon Laverna had sold off all the crops, grain, cattle, wood, and poultry.  
There was not left the value of four farthings.
     "But on the day fixed for payment there was no Laverna to be seen.  The fair goddess 
was far away, and had left her creditor in the lurch!
     "At the same time Laverna went to a great lord and bought of him a castle, well 
furnished within and broad rich lands without.
     "But this time she swore on her head to pay in full in six months.
     "And as she had done by the priest, so she acted to the lord of the castle, and stole and 
sold every stick, furniture, cattle, men, and mice- there was not left wherewith to feed a 
     "Then the priest and the lord, finding out who this was, appealed to the gods, 
complaining that they had been robbed by a goddess.
     "And it was soon made known to them all that this was Laverna.
     "Therefore she was called to judgment before all the gods.
     "And when she was asked what she had done with the property of the priest, unto 
whom she had sworn by her body to make payment at the time appointed (and why she 
had broken her oath)?
     "She replied by a strange deed which amazed them all, for she made her body 
disappear, so that only her head remained visible, and it cried: -
     " "Behold me!  I swore by my body, but body have I none!'
     "Then all the gods laughed.
     "After the priest came the lord who had also been tricked, and to whom she had sworn 
by her head.  And in reply to him Laverna showed all present her whole body without 
mincing matters, and it was one of extreme beauty, but without a head; and from the neck 
thereof came a voice which said: -

          'Behold me, for I am Laverna, who
          Have come to answer to that lord's complaint,
          Who swears that I contracted debt to him,
          And have not paid although the time is o'er
          And that I am a thief because I swore
          Upon my head - but, as you all can see,
          I have no head at all, and therefore I
          Assuredly ne'er swore by such an oath.'

     "Then there was indeed a storm of laughter among the gods, who made the matter 
right by ordering the head to join the body, and bidding Laverna pay up her debts, which 
she did.
     "Then Jove spoke and said: -
     " 'Here is a roguish goddess without a duty (or a worshipper), while there are in Rome 
innumerable thieves, sharpers, cheats, and rascals who live by deceit.
     " "These good folk have neither a church nor a god, and it is a great pity, for even the 
very devils have their master, Satan, as the head of the family.  Therefore, I command 
that in future Laverna shall be the goddess of all the knaves or dishonest tradesman, with 
the whole rubbish and refuse of the human race, who have been hitherto without a god or 
a devil, inasmuch as they have been too despicable for the one or the other.'
     "And so Laverna became the goddess of all dishonest and shabby people.
     "Whenever any one planned or intended any knavery or aught wicked, he entered her 
temple, and invoked Laverna, who appeared to him as a woman's head.  But if he did his 
work of knavery badly or maladroitly, when he again invoked her he saw only the body; 
but if he was clever, then he beheld the whole goddess, head and body.
     "Laverna was no more chaste than she was honest, and had many lovers and many 
children.  It was said that not being bad at heart or cruel, she often repented her life and 
sins; but do what she might, she could not reform, because her passions were so 
     "And if a man had got any woman with child or any maid found herself enceinte, and 
would hide it from the world and escape scandal, they would go every day to invoke 
     "Then when the time came for the suppliant to be delivered, Laverna would bear her 
in sleep during the night to her temple, and after the birth cast her into slumber again, and 
bear her back to her bed at home.  And when she woke in the morning, she was ever in 
vigorous health and felt no weariness, and all seemed to her as a dream.
     "But to those who desired in time to reclaim their children, Laverna was indulgent if 
they led such lives as pleased her and faithfully worshipped her.
     "And this is the ceremony to be performed and the incantation to be offered every 
night to Laverna.
     "There must be a set place devoted to the goddess, be it a room, a cellar, or a grove, 
but ever a solitary place.
     "Then take a small table of the size of forty playing cards set close together, and this 
must be hid in the same place, and going there at night...
     "Take forty cards and spread them on the table, making of them a close carpet or 
cover on it.
     "Take of the herbs paura and concordia, and boil the two together, repeating 
meanwhile the following: -

          I boil the cluster of concordia
          To keep in concord and at peace with me
          Laverna, that she may restore to me
          My child, and that she by her favoring care
          May guard me well from danger all my life!
          I boil this herb, yet 'tis not it which boils,
          I boil the fear, that it may keep afar
          Any intruder, and if such should come
          (to spy upon my rite), may he be struck
          With fear and in his terror haste away!

     Having said thus, put the boiled herbs in a bottle and spread the cards on the table one 
by one, saying: -

          I spread before me now the forty cards
          Yet 'tis not forty cards which here I spread,
          But forty of the gods superior
          To the deity Laverna, that their forms
          May each and all become volcanoes hot,
          Until Laverna comes and brings my child;
          And 'till 'tis done may they all cast at her
          Hot flames of fire, and with them glowing coals
          From noses, mouths, and ears (until she yields);
          Then may they leave Laverna at her peace,
          Free to embrace her children at her will!

	Laverna was the Roman goddess of thieves, pickpockets, shopkeepers or 
dealers, plagiarists, rascals, and hypocrites.  There was near Rome a temple in a grove 
where robbers went to divide their plunder.  There was a statue of the goddess.  Her 
image, according to some, was a head without a body; according to others, a body 
without a head; but the epithet of 'beautiful' applied to her by Horace indicates that she 
who gave disguises to her worshippers had kept one to herself."  She was worshipped in 
perfect silence. This is confirmed by a passage to Horace, where an impostor, hardly 
daring to move his lips, repeats the following prayer or incantation:- 
          "O goddess Laverna!
          Give me the art of cheating and deceiving,
          Of making men believe that I am just,
          Holy, and innocent! extend all darkness
          And deep obscurity o'er my misdeeds!"

	It is interesting to compare this unquestionably ancient classic invocation to 
Laverna with the one which is before given.  The goddess was extensively known to the 
lower orders, and in Plautus a cook who has been robbed of his implements calls on her 
to revenge him.  I call special attention to the fact that in this, as in a great number of 
Italian witch incantations, the deity or spirit who is worshipped, be it Diana herself or 
Laverna, is threatened with torment by a higher power until he or she grants the favour 
demanded.  This is quite classic (Grecco-Roman or Oriental) in all of which sources the 
magician relies not on favour, aid, or power granted by either God or Satan, but simply 
on what he has been able to wrench and wring, as it were, out of infinite nature or the 
primal source by penance and study.  I mention this because a reviewer has reproached 
me with exaggerating the degree to which diabolism - introduced by the Church since 
1500 - is deficient in Italy.  But in fact, among the higher classes of witches, or in their 
traditions, it is hardly to be found at all.  In Christian diabolism the witch never dares to 
threaten Satan or God, or any of the Trinity or angels, for the whole system is based on 
the conception of a Church and of obedience.
	The herb concordia probably takes its name from that of the goddess 
Concordia, who was represented as holding a branch.  It plays a great part in witchcraft, 
after verbena and rue.

	So long ago as the year 1886 I learned that there was in existence a manuscript 
setting forth the doctrines of Italian witchcraft, and I was promised that, if possible, it 
should be obtained for me.  In this I was for a time disappointed.  But having urged it on 
Maddalena, my collector of folk-lore, while she was leading a wandering life in Tuscany, 
to make an effort to obtain or recover something of the kind, I at last received from her, 
on January 1, 1897, from Colle, Val d'Elsa, near Siena, the MS entitled Aradia, or the 
Gospel of the Witches.
	Now be it observed, that every leading point which forms the plot or center of 
this Vangel, such as that Diana is Queen of the Witches; an associate of Herodius 
(Aradia) in her relations to sorcery; that she bore a child to her brother the Sun (here 
Lucifer); that as a moon-goddess she is in some relation to Cain, who dwells as prisoner 
in the moon, and that
the witches of old were people oppressed by feudal lands, the former revenging 
themselves in every way, and holding orgies to Diana which the Church represented as 
being the worship of Satan - all of this, I repeat, had been told or written out for me in 
fragments by Maddalena (not to speak of other authorities), even as it had been 
chronicled by Horst or Michelet; therefore all this is in the present document of minor 
importance.  All of this I expected, but what I did not expect, and what was new to me, 
was that portion which is given as prose-poetry and which I have rendered in meter or 
verse.  This being traditional, and taken down from wizards, is extremely curious and 
interesting, since in it are preserved many relics of lore which, as may be verified from 
records, have come down from days of yore.
	Aradia is evidently enough Herodius, who was regarded in the beginning as 
associated with Diana as chief of the witches.  This was not, as I opined, derived from the 
Herodias of the New Testament, but from an earlier replica of Lilith, bearing the same 
name. It is, in fact an identification or twin-ing of the Aryan and Shemitic Queens of 
Heaven, or of Night and of Sorcery, and it may be that this was known to the earliest 
myth makers.  So far back as the sixth century the worship of Herodias and Diana by 
witches was condemned by a Church Council at Ancyra.  Pipernus and other writers have 
noted the evident identity of Herodias with Lilith.  Isis preceded both.
	Diana is very vigorously, even dramatically, set forth in this poem as the 
goddess of the god forsaken and ungodly, of thieves, harlots, and, truthfully enough, of 
the 'minions of the moon,' as Falstaff would have fain had them called.  It was recognized 
in ancient Rome, as it is in modern India, that no human being can be so bad or vile as to 
have forfeited all right to divine protection of some kind or other, and Diana was this 
protectress.  It my be as well to observe here, that among all free thinking philosophers, 
educated parias, and literary or book bohemians, there has ever been a most unorthodox 
tendency to believe that the faults and errors of humanity are more due (if not altogether 
due) to unavoidable causes which we cannot help, as, for instance, heredity, the being 
born savages, or poor, or in vice, or unto 'bigotry and virtue' in excess, or unto 
inquisitioning - that is to say, when we are so over burdened with innately born sin that 
all our free will cannot set us free from it. It was during the so called Dark Ages, or from 
the downfall of the Roman Empire until the thirteenth century, that the belief that all 
which was worst in man owed its origin solely to the monstrous abuses and tyranny of 
Church and State.  For then, at every turn in life, the vast majority encountered downright 
shameless, palpable iniquity and injustice, with no law for the weak who were without 
	The perception of this drove vast numbers of the discontented into rebellion, 
and as they could not prevail by open warfare, they took their hatred out in a form of 
secret anarchy, which was, however, intimately blended with superstition and fragments 
of old tradition.  Prominent in this, and naturally enough, was the worship of Diana the 
protectress, for the alleged adoration of Satan was a far later invention of the Church, and 
it has never really found a leading place in Italian witchcraft to this day.  That is to say, 
purely diabolical witchcraft did not find general acceptance till the end of the fifteenth 
century, when it was, one may almost say, invented in Rome to supply means wherewith 
to destroy the threatening heresy of Germany.
	The growth of Sentiment is the increase of suffering; man is never entirely 
miserable until he finds out how wronged he is and fancies that he sees far ahead a 
possible freedom.  In ancient times men as slaves suffered less under even more abuse, 
because they believed they were born to low conditions of life.  Even the best reform 
brings pain with it, and the great awakening of man was accompanied with griefs, many 
of which even yet endure.  Pessimism is the result of too much culture and introversion.
	It appears to be strangely out of sight and out of mind with all historians, that 
the sufferings of the vast majority of mankind, or the enslaved and poor, were far greater 
under early Christianity, or till the end of the Middle Ages and the Emancipation of Serfs, 
than they were before.  The reason for this was that in the old 'heathen' time the humble 
did not know, or even dream, that all are equal before God, or that they had many rights, 
even here on earth, as slaves; for, in fact, the whole moral tendency of the New 
Testament is utterly opposed to slavery, or even sever servitude.  Every word uttered 
teaching Christ's mercy and love, humility and charity, was, in fact, a bitter reproof, not 
only to every lord in the land, but to the Church itself, and its arrogant prelates.  The fact 
that many abuses had been mitigated and that there were benevolent saints, does not 
affect the fact that, on the whole, mankind was for a long time worse off than before, and 
the greatest cause of this suffering was what may be called a sentimental one, or a newly 
born consciousness of rights withheld, which is always of itself a torture.  And this was 
greatly aggravated by the endless preaching to the people that it was a duty to suffer and 
endure oppression and tyranny, and that the rights of Authority of all kinds were so great 
that they on the whole even excused their worst abuses.  For by upholding Authority in 
the nobility the Church maintained its own.  The salt of it all was a vast development of 
rebels, outcasts, and all the discontented, who adopted witchcraft or sorcery for a 
religion, and wizards as their  priests.  They had secret meetings in desert places, among 
old ruins accursed by priests as the haunt of evil spirits or ancient heathen gods, or in the 
mountains.  To this day the dweller in Italy may often find secluded spots environed by 
ancient chestnut forests, rocks, and walls, which suggest fit places for the Sabbat, and are 
sometimes still believed by tradition to be such.  And I also believe that in this Gospel of 
the Witches we have a trustworthy outline at least of the doctrine and rites observed at 
these meetings.  They adored forbidden deities and practiced forbidden deeds, inspired as 
much by rebellion against Society as their own passions.
	There is, however, in the Evangel of the Witches an effort made to distinguish 
between the naturally wicked or corrupt and those who are outcasts or oppressed, as 
appears from the passage:- 

          "Yet like Cain's daughter (offspring) thou shalt never be,
          Nor like the race who have become at last
          Wicked and infamous from suffering,
          As are the Jews and wandering Zingari,
          Who are all thieves: like then ye shall not be."

	The supper of the Witches, the cakes of meal, salt, and honey, in the form of 
crescent moons, are known to every classical scholar.  The moon or horn shaped cakes 
are still common.  I have eaten of them this very day, and though they are known all over 
the world, I believe they owe their fashion to tradition.
	In the conjuration of the meal there is a very curious tradition introduced to the 
effect that the glittering grains of wheat from which spikes shoot like sun rays, owe their 
brilliant likeness to a resemblance to the firefly, 'who comes to give the light.'  We have, I 
doubt not, in this a classic tradition, but I cannot verify it.  Hereupon the Vangelo cites a 
common nursery rhyme, which may also be found a nursery tale, yet which, like others, 
is derived from witch lore, by which the lucciola is put under a glass and conjured to give 
by its light certain answers. The conjuration of the meal or bread, as being literally our 
body as contributing to form it, and deeply sacred because it had lain in the earth, where 
dark and wondrous secrets bide, seems to cast a new light on the Christian sacrament.  It 
is a type of resurrection from earth, and was therefore used at the Mysteries and Holy 
Supper, and the grain had pertained to chthonic secrets, or to what had been under the 
earth in darkness.  Thus even earthworms are invoked in modern witchcraft as familiar 
with dark mysteries, and the shepherd's pipe to win the Orphic power must be buried 
three days in the earth.  And so all was, and is, in sorcery a kind of wild poetry based on 
symbols, all blending into one another, light and darkness, fireflies and grain, life and 
	Very strange indeed, but very strictly according to ancient magic as described 
by classic authorities, is the threatening Diana, in case she will not grant a prayer.  This 
recurs continually in the witch exorcisms or spells.  The magus, or witch, worships the 
spirit, but claims to have the right, drawn from a higher power, to compel even the Queen 
of Earth, Heaven and Hell to grant the request.  "Give what I ask, and thou shalt  have 
honor and offerings; refuse, and I will vex thee by insult."  So Canidia and her kind 
boasted that they could compel the gods to appear.
	This is all classic.  No one ever heard of a Satanic witch invoking or 
threatening the Trinity, or Christ or even the angels or saints.  In fact, they cannot even 
compel the devil or his imps to obey - they work entirely by his good will as slaves.  But 
in the old Italian lore the sorcerer or witch is all or nothing, and aims at limitless will or 
	Of the ancient belief in the virtues of a perforated stone I need not speak.  But it 
is to be remarked that in the invocation the witch goes forth in the earliest morning to 
seek for verbena or vervain.  The ancient Persian magi, or rather their daughters, 
worshipped the sun as it rose by waving freshly plucked verbena, which was one of the 
seven most powerful plants in magic.  These Persian priestesses were naked while they 
thus worshipped, nudity being a symbol of truth and sincerity.
	The extinguishing the lights, nakedness, and the orgy, were regarded as 
symbolical of the body being laid in the ground, the grain being planted, or of entering 
into darkness and death, to be revived in new forms, or regeneration and light.  It was the 
laying aside of daily life.
	The Gospel of the Witches, as I have given it, is in reality only the initial 
chapter of the collection of ceremonies, incantations, and traditions current in the 
fraternity or sisterhood, the whole of which are in the main to be found in my Etruscan 
Roman Remains and Florentine Legends.
	I have, it is true, a great number as yet unpublished, and there are more 
ungathered, but the whole scripture of this sorcery, all its principal tenets, formulas, 
medicaments, and mysteries may be found in what I have collected and printed.  Yet I 
would urge that it would be worth while to arrange and edit it all into one work, because 
it would be to every student of archeology, folk lore, or history of great value.  It has 
been the faith of millions in the past it has made itself felt in innumerable traditions, 
which deserve to be better understood than they are, and I would gladly undertake the 
work if I believed that the public would make it worth the publisher's outlay and pains.
	It may be observed with truth that I have not treated this Gospel, nor even the 
subject of witchcraft, entirely as folk lore, as the word is strictly defined and carried out; 
that is, as a mere traditional fact or thing to be chiefly regarded as a variant like or unlike 
sundry other traditions, or to be tabulated and put away in pigeon holes for reference.
	That it is useful and sensible to do all this is perfectly true, and it has led to an 
immense amount of valuable search, collection, and preservation.  But there is this to be 
said, and I have observed that here and there a few genial minds are beginning to awake 
to it, that the mere study of the letter in this way has developed a great indifference to the 
spirit, going in may cases so far as to produce, like Realism in Art (to which it is allied), 
even a contempt for the matter or meaning of it, as originally believed in.
	I was lately much struck by the fact that in a very learned work on Music, the 
author, in discussing that of ancient times and of the East, while extremely accurate and 
minute in determining pentatonic and all other scales, and what may be called the mere 
machinery and history of composition, showed that he was utterly ignorant of the 
fundamental fact that notes and chords, bars and melodies, were in themselves ideas or 
thoughts.  Thus Confucius is said to have composed a melody which was a personal 
description of himself.  Now if this be not understood, we cannot understand the soul of 
early music, and the folk-lorist who cannot get beyond the letter and fancies himself 
'scientific' is exactly like the musician who has no idea of how or why melodies were 
anciently composed.
	The strange and mystical chapter 'How Diana made the Stars and the Rain' is 
the same given in my Legends of Florence, but much enlarged, or developed to a 
cosmogonic-mythologic sketch.  And here a reflection occurs which is perhaps the most 
remarkable which all this Witch Evangel suggests.  In all other Scriptures of all races, it 
is the male, Jehovah, Buddha or Brahma, who creates the universe; in Witch Sorcery it is 
the female who is the primitive principle. Whenever in history there is a period of radical 
intellectual rebellion against long established conservatism, hierarchy, and the like, there 
is always an effort to regard Woman as the fully equal, which means the superior sex.  
Thus in the extraordinary war of conflicting elements, strange schools of sorcery, Neo-
Platonism, Cabala, Hermetic Christianity, Gnosticism, Persian Magism and Dualism, 
with the remains of old Greek and Egyptian theologies in the third and fourth centuries at 
Alexandria, and in the House of Light of Cairo in the ninth, the equality of Woman was a 
prominent doctrine.  It was Sophia or Helena, the enfranchised, who was then the true 
Christ who was to save mankind.
	When Illumination, in company with magic and mysticism, and a resolve to 
regenerate society according to extreme free thought, inspired the Templars to the hope 
that they would master the Church and the world, the equality of Woman derived from 
the Cairene traditions, again received attention.  And it may be observed that during the 
Middle Ages, and even so late as the intense excitements which inspired the French 
Huguenots, the Jansenists and the Anabaptists, Woman always came forth more 
prominently or played a far greater part than she had done in social or political life.  This 
was also the case in the Spiritualism founded by the Fox sisters of Rochester, New York, 
and it is manifesting itself in 
many ways in the Fin de Siecle, which is also a nervous chaos according to Nordau - 
Woman being evidently a fish who shows herself most when the waters are troubled.
	But we should also remember that in the earlier ages the vast majority of 
mankind itself, suppressed by the too great or greatly abused power of Church and State, 
only manifested itself at such periods of rebellion against forms or ideas grown old.  And 
with every new rebellion, every fresh outburst or wild inundation and bursting over the 
barriers, humanity and woman gain something, that is to say, their just dues or rights.  
	For as every freshet spreads more widely its waters over the fields, which are in 
due time the more fertilized thereby, so the world at large gains by every revolution, 
however terrible or repugnant it may be for a time.
	The Emancipated or Woman's Rights woman, when too enthusiastic, generally 
considers man as limited, while Woman is destined to gain on him.  In earlier ages a 
contrary opinion prevailed, and both are, or were, apparently in the wrong, so far as the 
future is concerned.  For in truth both sexes are progressive, and progress in this respect 
means not a conflict of the male and female principle, such as formed the basis of the 
Mahabharata, but a gradual ascertaining of true ability and adjustment of relations or 
coordination of powers.
	These remarks are appropriate to my text and subject, because it is in studying 
the epochs when woman has made herself prominent and influential that we learn what 
the capacities of the female sex truly are.  Among these, that of witchcraft as it truly was - 
not as it is generally quite misunderstood - is a deeply interesting as any other.  For the 
witch, laying aside all question as to magic or its non-existence - was once a real factor or 
great power in rebellious social life, and to this very day it is recognized that there is 
something uncanny, mysterious, and incomprehensible in woman, which neither she 
herself nor man can explain.


     All things were made by Diana, the great spirits of the stars, men in their time and 
place, the giants which were of old, and the dwarfs who dwell in the rocks, and once a 
month worship her with cakes.

     There was once a young man who was poor, without parents, yet he was good.

     One night he sat in a lonely place, yet it was very beautiful, and there he saw a 
thousand little fairies, shining white, dancing in the light of the full moon.

     "Gladly would I be like you, O fairies!" said the youth, "free from care, needing no 
food. But what are ye?"

     "We  are moon rays, the children of Diana," replied one - 
          We are children of the Moon.
          We are born of shining light;
          When the Moon shoots forth a ray,
          Then it takes a fairy's form.
     "And thou art one of us because thou wert born when the Moon, our mother Diana, 
was full; yes, our brother, kin to us, belonging to our band.
     "And if thou art hungry and poor...and wilt have money in thy pocket, then think upon 
the Moon, on Diana, unto whom thou wert born; then repeat these words - 
          "'Moon, Moon, beautiful Moon!
          Fairer far than any star;
          Moon, O Moon, if it may be,
          Bring good fortune unto me!'
     "And then, if thou has money in thy pocket, thou wilt have it doubled.
     "For the children who are born in a full moon are sons or daughters of the Moon, 
especially when they are born of a Sunday when there is a high tide.
          "Full moon, high sea,
          Great man shalt thou be!"

Then the young man, who had only a paolo in his purse, touched it, saying - 

          "Moon, Moon, beautiful Moon,
          Ever be my lovely Moon!"

     And so the young man, wishing to make money, bought and sold and made money, 
which he doubled every month.

     But it came to pass that after a time, during one month he could sell nothing, so made 
nothing.  So by night he said to the Moon - 

          "Moon, O Moon, whom I by far
          Love beyond another star,
          Tell me why it was ordained
          That I this month have nothing gained?"

     Then there appeared to him a little shining elf, who said - 

          "Money will not come to thee,
          Nor any help or aid can'st see,
          Unless you work industriously."

     Then he added - 

          "Money I ne'er give, 'tis clear,
          Only help to thee, my dear!"

     Then the youth understood that the Moon, like God and Fortune, does the most for 
those who do the most for themselves. To be born in a full moon means to have an 
enlightened mind, and a high tide signifies an exalted intellect and full of thought.  It is 
not  enough to have a fine boat of Fortune.  And it is said:- 

          "Fortune gives and Fortune takes,
          And to man a fortune makes,
          Sometimes to those who labor shirk,
          But oftener to those who work."

	In a long a strange legend of Melambo, a magician and great physician of 
divine birth, there is an invocation to Diana which has a proper place in this work.  The 
incident in which  it occurs is as follows:

     One day Melambo asked his mother how it was that while it had been promised that 
he should know the language of all living thins, it had not  yet come to pass.

     And his mother replied, 

     "Patience, my son, for it is by waiting and watching ourselves that we learn how to be 
taught.  And thou hast within thee the teachers who can impart the most, if thou wilt seek 
to hear them;  yes, the professors who can teach thee more in a few minutes than others 
learn in a life."

     It befell that one evening Melambo, thinking on this while playing with a nest of 
young serpents which his servant had found in a hollow oak, said, 

     "I would that I could talk with you. Well I know that ye have a language, as graceful 
as your movement, as brilliant as your color."

     Then he fell asleep, and the young serpents twined in his hair and began to lick his lips 
and eyes, while their mother sang:-

          Diana! Diana! Diana!
          Queen of all enchantresses
          And of the dark night
          And of all nature, 
          Of the stars and of the moon, 
          And of all fate or fortune!
          Thou who rulest the tide,
          Who shinest by night on the sea,
          Casting light upon the waters;
          Thou who art mistress of the ocean
          In thy boat made like a crescent,
          Crescent moon bark brightly gleaming,
          Ever smiling high in heaven,
          Sailing too on earth, reflected
          In the ocean, on its water;
          We implore thee give this sleeper,
          Give unto this good Melambo
          The great gift of understanding
          What all creatures say while talking!

	This legend contains much that is very curious; among other things an 
invocation to the firefly, one to Mefitia, the goddess of malaria, and a long poetic 
prophecy relative to the hero.  It is evidently full of old Latin mythologic lore of a very 
marked character.  The whole of it may be found in a forthcoming work by the writer of 
this book, entitled "The Unpublished Legends of Virgil."


     Diana hath the power to do all things, to give glory to the lowly, wealth to the poor, 
joy to the afflicted, beauty to the ugly.  Be not in grief, if you are her follower; though 
you be in prison and in darkness, she will bring light - many there are whom she sinks 
that they may rise the higher.

     There was of old in Monteroni a young man so ugly that when a stranger was passing 
through the town he was shown this Gianni, as one of the sights of the place.  Yet, 
hideous as he was, because he was rich, though of no family, he had confidence, and 
hoped boldly to win and wed some beautiful young lady of rank.

     Now there came to dwell in Monteroni a wonderfully beautiful blonde young lady of 
culture and condition, to whom Gianni, with his usual impudence, boldly made love, 
getting, as was also usual, a round  No for his reply.

     But this time, being more than usually fascinated in good truth, for there were 
influences at work he knew not of, he became as one possessed or mad with passion, so 
that he hung about the lady's house by night and day, seeking indeed an opportunity to 
rush in and seize her, or by some desperate trick to master and bear her away.

     But here his plans were defeated, because the lady had ever by her a great cat which 
seemed to be of more than human intelligence, and, whenever Gianni approached her or 
her home, it always espied him and gave the alarm with a terrible noise.  And there was 
indeed something so unearthly in its appearance, and something so awful in its great 
green eyes which shone like torches, that the boldest man might have been appalled by 

     But one evening Gianni reflected that it was foolish to be afraid of a mere cat, which 
need only scare a boy, and so he boldly ventured on an attack.  So going forth, he took a 
ladder, which he carried and placed against the lady's window.  But while he stood at the 
foot, he found by him an old  woman, who earnestly began to beg him not to persevere in 
his intention.

     "For thou knowest well, Gianni," she said, "that the lady will have none of thee; thou 
art a terror to her.  Do but go home and look in the glass, and it will seem to thee that 
thou art looking on a mortal sin in human form."

     Then Gianni in a roaring rage cried, 

     "I will have my way and my will, thou old wife of the devil, if I must kill thee and the 
girl too!"  

     Saying which, he rushed up the ladder; but before he had opened or could enter the 
window, and was at the top, he found himself as it were turned to wood or stone, unable 
to move.   Then he was overwhelmed with shame, and said, 

     "Ere long the whole town will be here to witness my defeat.  However, I will make 
one last appeal."
     So he cried, 

     "Oh, vecchia! thou who didst mean me more kindly than I knew, pardon me, I beg 
thee, and rescue me from this trouble! And if, as I well ween, thou art a witch, and if I, by 
becoming a wizard, may be freed from my trials and troubles, then I pray thee teach me 
how it may be done, so that I may win the young lady, since I now see that she is of thy 
kind, and that I must be of it to be worthy of her."

     Then Gianni saw the old woman sweep like a flash of light from a lantern up from the 
ground, and, touching him, bore him away from the ladder, when lo! the light was a cat, 
who had been anon the witch, and she said, 

     "Thou wilt soon set forth on a long journey, and in thy way wilt find a wretched worn 
out horse, when thou must say:-
          'Fairy Diana! Fairy Diana! Fairy Diana!
          I conjure thee to do some little good
          To this poor beast.'
          Then thou wilt find
          A great goat
          A true he-goat
          And thou shalt say,
          'Good evening, fair goat!
          And he will reply,
          'Good evening, fair sir!
          I am so weary
          That I can go no farther'
          And thou shalt reply as usual,
          'Fairy Diana, I conjure thee
          To give to this goat relief and peace!'

     "Then will we enter in a great hall where thou wilt see many beautiful ladies who will 
try to fascinate thee; but let thy answer ever be, 
     'She whom I love is her of Monteroni.'  

     "And now Gianni, to horse; mount and away!"  

So he mounted the cat, which flew as quick as thought, and found the mare, and having 
pronounced over it the incantation, it became a woman and said: -

          In the name of the Fairy Diana!
          Mayest thou hereby become
          A beautiful young man,
          Red and white in hue,
          Like to milk and blood!

     After this he found the goat and conjured it in like manner, and it  replied: - 

          In the name of the Fairy Diana!
          Be thou attired more richly than a prince!
     So he passed to the hall, where he was wooed by beautiful ladies, but his answer to 
them all was that his love was at Monterone.

     Then he saw or knew no more, but on awakening found himself in Monterone, and so 
changed to a handsome youth that no one knew him.  So he married his beautiful lady, 
and all lived the hidden life of witches and wizards from that day, and are now in fairy 


	As a curious illustration of the fact that the faith in Diana and the other deities 
of the Roman mythology, as connected with divination, still survives among the Italians 
of 'the people,' I may mention that after this work went to press, I purchased for two soldi 
or one penny, a small chapbook in which is shown how, by a process of conjuration or 
evocation and numbers, not only Diana, but 39 other deities may be made to give answers 
to certain questions. The work is probably taken from some old manuscript, as it is 
declared to have been discovered and translated by P.P. Francesco di Villanova 
Monteleone.  It is divided into two parts, one entitled Circe and the other Medea.
	As such works must have pictures, Circe is set forth by a page cut of a very 
ugly old woman in the most modern costume of shawl and mob cap with ribbons.  She is 
holding an ordinary candlestick.  It is quite the ideal of a common fortune teller, and it is 
probably that the words Maga Circe suggested nothing more or less than such a person to 
him who 'made up' the book.  That of Medea is, however, quite correct, even artistic, 
representing the sorceress as conjuring the magic bath, and was probably taken from 
some work on mythology.  It is ever so in Italy, where the most grotesque and modern 
conceptions of classic subjects are mingled with much that is accurate and beautiful - of 
which indeed this work supplies many examples.

Charles Godfrey Leland

"Life is a romance, to everybody who observes it" 
~ Charles Godfrey Leland 

	Charles Godfrey Leland was the founder and first president of the Gypsy Lore 
Society, and as a prolific author and folklorist. He is best known, in this day and age, as 
being the author of: Aradia or the Gospel Of The Witches.
	He was born in Philadelphia on 15 August 1824. Interestingly, 15 August is the 
date attributed to the ascension of the Virgin Mary into heaven; as well as the attributed 
date of Buddha's ascension. Leland himself was well aware of this, and counted himself 
very fortunate for it. 
	Coming from Puritan stock on his father's side, and a mixture of Huguenot and 
Puritan, on his mother's; this unusual man was never more at ease than in the company of 
his Gypsy friends. An ancestor - a High German Doctor - had a reputation as a sorcerer, 
and 'Rye', as his family called him, was believed to have inherited his gifts. Leland is said 
to have believed that this ancestor was "Washington Irving's 'High German Doctor' who 
laid the mystic spell on Sleepy Hollow." 
	From a very early age, Leland was an avid reader with a love of nature and an 
affinity for the occult.. His early education would be termed 'progressive' today, and by 
the age of Seventeen, he started his upper education at Princeton University. By his own 
admission, he hated being at Princeton. On a visit home his father suggested that he go to 
Europe, "for his health and to study."  
	Enrolling in the University of Heidelberg; Leland determined that he had less 
of an interest in mathematics than he did in hanging out with smugglers, Gypsies and 
pirates. He even met an old slave trader whom may or may not have helped formed his 
strong abolitionist leanings as a grown man. Leland wrote many letters to his brother 
Henry, detailing his fascinating adventures in minute detail.
	After returning to America, he finished his education then set up shop as an 
Attorney at Law. That career last a grand total of six months, but he soon caught his 
stride as a writer. In due time he became the Editor of the Philadelphia Bulletin.  While in 
that position, he wrote frequent fiery attacks on 'the institution of slavery', putting him out 
of favour with many Southerners who depended on slave labour to run their plantations.
	Leland wrote the Ballad of Hans Breitmann which was written in an 
approximation of a heavy German accent. After the deaths of his parents and his brother, 
Henry, Leland was left in a comfortable financial position, and he decided to go to 
England, where a publisher had expressed an interest in re-publishing his work the Ballad 
of Hans Breitmann. For ten years he hob-nobbed with the famous people of his day - as 
well as rekindling his friendships 'with the out casts of society.'
	In a letter dated 17 December 1871, to Mrs. John Harrison, Leland wrote:  "I 
am following up my Gypsies with great success and have one regular Romany Chal who 
passes Saturdays with me.  I am really getting to talk the language well and could write 
you a letter in it. Nobody ever yet, except Barrow, got into their good graces so, and they 
tell me their    tricks and secrets without reserve."
	Around 1888, Leland was 'initiated into the Witch-Lore of the Romagna'. He 
had been travelling around Florence when he met a woman he called 'Maddalena'. This 
Maddalena is said to have been from Romagna Toscana, where she was born into a 'witch 
family'.  (Kindred?) She is credited as the source for a great deal of his knowledge of the 
	 Charles Godfrey Leland died in Florence, Italy on 20 March 1903.
Some of Leland's Writings

Ballad of Hans Breitmann
The Book of English Gypsy Songs
The Egyptian Sketch Book
Etruscan Magic and Occult Remedies
Gypsy Lore Journal
Gypsy Sorcery and Fortune Telling
Legends of Florence (vol. 2)
The Mystic Will

Source For this Biography:
"Witchcraft The Old Religion" 
Dr. Leo Louis Martello
Citadel Press, 
publication date not given.

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