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E-book The Boggart Sourcebook : Texts and Memories for the Study of the British Supernatural
This section gathers nineteenth-century boggart ephemera, particularly from newspapers but also from magazines, rare books and broadsides. Given the space constraints, I concentrate on material that other researchers might have trouble finding. I have typically included here actual boggart news (everything from ‘boggart hunts’ to children dying from boggart stories, sic) rather than incidental asides about boggart-lore. I have not (again for reasons of space) included the works of John Higson (valuable as they are). These are now avail-able in South Manchester Supernatural: The Ghosts, Fairies and Boggarts of Victorian Gorton, Lees, Newton and Saddleworth (Pwca Ghost, Witch and Fairy Pamphlets, 2020). Nor have I included James McKay, ‘The Evolution of East Lancashire Boggarts’ (1888), as this can be freely downloaded on my academia.edu site. The material is given in order of publication. The following serio-comic scene, we are positively assured took place in the neighbouring town of Kirkham, about a fortnight since: One morning, (evening we should think) a tall, thin personage of ominous aspect, and most awfully enveloped in a long grey cloak, of the most ample folds we can imagine, advanced towards a young woman in the public street, and with a hollow voice and mysterious air, most condescendingly vouchsafed to open his sepulchral lips to her, with a question, which, from the poor woman’s agita-tion at being addressed by the ghost-like stranger, she did not comprehend. Thinking, however, at last, that if flesh and blood at all, her grim inquirer could be no other than a six feet sybil, she plucked up resolution enough to say she did not want her ‘fortin tellin’. ‘I beg pardon,’ returned the man, ‘I am no fortune-teller, – I want’ – lowering his tone again, of course, the gravest pitch – ‘I want a spirit vault.’ This plain question the poor girl, who had never ceased to associate boggarts and goblins with the dreadful stranger from the first moment she beheld him, directed him, with fear and trembling, to the church-yard, then turn to the right hand and he would see a monument (one just erected to the memory of E. King, Esq.) underneath which she could assure him he would find the object of his search – a spirit vault. Saying this, she darted off, leaving the thirsty gentleman in amazement at the extraordinary instructions he had received, for it seems his half-smothered inquiry had no other object than a drop of comfort from the nearest gin shop. Preston Pilot. On Saturday last, a considerable sensation was excited in this town in consequence of a report prevailing that a woman had cut the throat of her child and afterwards her own. From what we have been able to collect, it seems, that the person alluded to, with her child, have been for some time residing at the house of Robert Simpson, in China Lane, and the woman has been in the habit of attending a debtor in the Castle, and had passed for his wife, although her husband is still living. The woman’s name is Sarah Parker, and the child’s, a girl about twelve years of age, Amanda Parker, and daughter to the former, by her husband. Early on the morning in question a little girl, daughter to the person with whom they lodged, was ordered by her mother to go into the room which the two persons occupied, and fetch a clean cap out of a drawer for her; but she came running downstairs saying that there was a red ‘boggart’ in the room, and she durst not go in.
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