Paul Summers Young

  Diaprunum Simple, more rightly called Lenitive - Nich. Take a hundred Damask Prunes fresh and ripe; boil them in a sufficient quantity of water till they be soft, then draw the pulp of them through a sieve, and in the liquor they were boiled in boil an ounce of Violet flowers, strain it, and in the decoction dissolve two pound of Sugar ( they might have set down how much decoction there must be; I suppose you may boil the violets in three pints till one be consumed ), and boil it into a syrup, then add of the pulp spoken of before, a pound; pulp of Cassia and Tamarinds, of each an ounce. Then, put in these following powders, of White and Red Sanders, Spodium, Rhubarb, of each three drachms; Roses, Violets, the seeds of Purslain, Endive, Barberries, Gum Tragacanth, Liquoris, Cinnamon, of each two drams; of the Four Greater Cold Seeds, of each one drachm.  Make them into an electuary according to art.  It may safely and is with good success given in acute, burning, and all other fevers

  So, they escorted me, and along the way I learned yes, this was indeed France, but New France. They took me before their Viceroy, who asked me my name, my country, and what manner of person I was; I satisfied his curiosity, and related the story of my journey and its gladdening outcome. Whether he believed or just humoured me, he was kind enough to furnish me with a chamber in his appartments.  I was so happy to meet a man of letters, who was not at all surprised to hear the Earth must had turned while I rose two leagues above Paris, for I had obviously come to rest in Canada.  That evening, as I prepared for bed, the Viceroy visited my chamber.  'I would not have wished to disturb your rest', he said, 'had I but believed someone who could travel so far in half a day was not also indefatigable. 'You don't know this, but I have just returned from a jolly affair with our Fathers. They are pretty much convinced you're a magician, and honestly the best you can exp

  They put him to the rack in the Town of Bedburg; fearing torture, however, he confessed everything, all his villainies over the space of twenty-five years, and the sorcery he performed to receive his girdle from the Devil.  He told the magistrates he had cast the girdle off in a certain valley. When they went there to look, there was nothing to be seen; the Devil had retrieved his property, and abandoned Stubbe Peeter to the suffering he deserved.  He had been imprisoned some time before the magistrates learned his daughter and the gossip Katherine Trompin had been accessories to many of his murders, and were arraigned for this, and for their lewd way of life. The three of them were condemned, judgement pronounced on 28th October 1589: Stubbe Peeter was named principle malefactor, and was sentenced to be laid upon the Wheel, and his flesh torn in ten places from the bone with red-hot pincers, his arms and legs broken with a wooden cudgel or hatchet, his head struck from his body, his

  They tried to trap the wolf by all means men could devise, but they could only fail until the Lord ordained his fall; even so, they went out daily with great mastiffs and dogs to chase him down and take him.  But one day, it so pleased God that they came across him in his wolfish guise, ready to meet him in the field. They beset and set their dogs upon him; he had no means of escape, and as the Lord delivered Goliath into the hands of David, so the dogs snapped at his heels, and seeing he had nothing now to lose, he slipped out of his girdle and immediately assumed his true form, staff in hand like one walking to town. However, the hunters had fixed their gaze upon him, and saw the transformation take place, and were amazed.  Had they not known him, they would have taken him to be some devil in the shape of a man; however, they recognised him as someone who had long dwelled in their town, and took him to his own home to confirm it was indeed Stubbe Peeter, and not an illusion or phan

  Saturday, Octobris 26. hora 12. scil. in meridie. At Breame. The Lord Albert being at Styckhusen behind us, with the Earl John of Embden and Friesland, etc. Kelly  - The curtain seemeth to be far backward in the stone, and the stone to be clear between the curtain and the fore-part; under the curtain, I see the legs of men up to the knees.  Then appeared one, and said: Il - Room for a player? Jesus, who would have thought I should have met you here? Kelly  - He is all in his ragged apparel, down from the girdle steed, but above he hath a white satin jerkin.  Dee  - By the mercies of God we are here, and by your will and propriety, and the power of God, you are here.  Il  - Tush, doubt not of me, for I am I.L. Kelly  - Me thinketh that the gravity of this action requireth a more grave gesture and more grave speeches. Bear with me, though I say so unto you. Il - If I must bear with thee for speaking foolishly, which art but flesh and speakest of they own wisdom, how much oughtest thou

 Stubbe Peeter passed five-and-twenty years like this, and none suspected him. Nobody knows how many men, women, children, sheep, lambs, goats and other cattle he slew; when he couldn't draw a person from their warrens, he'd take out his frustration on the animals he tore apart. He wrought an unbelievable amount of mayhem, as all High Germany now must acknowledge.  So, the people of Cologne, Bedburg and Quadrath lived in constant fear of this roaming wolf. Often, they'd find the body parts of men, women and children among the fields, their arms and legs scattered; if any lost sight of their children, they'd be seized by the fear they'd never see them again.  Here, I note an incident manifesting God's power and merciful providence, for the comfort of every Christian heart. Not very long ago, some small children were playing just outside town, in a meadow among the cattle nursing their calves. Like a flash, the wolf ran wild among them, and took a pretty little gi

  Sunday, a meridie hor. a 2 Octob. 13. Kelly  - Now, the aforesaid spirits invade Gabriel again. Gabriel  - And hereby I teach you that those afflictions which you suffer in soul, either for your offences towards God or for the imperfections of your minds being void of brotherly charity toward your neighbours (and so from you generally hereafter, how great or how many soever), ought not to be manifested or made open to the world, but perfectly shadowed in charity, bearing your own infirmities and so the infirmity of others with quiet and hidden mind.  For the anguish of the soul is compared with prayer, dwelling in one house which ought to laugh with the world and to weep towards heaven, For every sin is noted, and the least thing as well amongst the celestial bodies as the terrestrial is perfectly considered of; for sin hath his end, and his end is punishment.  And so contrariwise of virtue, wisdom (in the one and the twentieth ent . . . ie or l . . . ); his ground is upon mildness,

  He led this life a long time, wild and villainous, sometimes a wolf, sometimes a man, sometimes about town or in the city, other times haunting the woods and hedgerows. The German account mentions the occasion he met a woman and a pair of men on the way; he greatly desired the woman, but feared the three of them would be too much even for him. So, the better to win his prize, he did this: he chose a spot on their path, and crouched down low out of sight; when he sighted the party - but not they him - he called out the name of one of the men, whom he knew. That man, hearing his name called from among the leaves and assuming a friend was beckoning him hither, he went among the trees, but found instead Stubbe Peeter in his other form, who sprang upon him and quickly took his life.  The second of the men was curious to learn what had delayed his fellow so long in the woods there, and went among the leaves to find him, but to find his death. When both her companions vanished in the green,

  That, and he'd take lambs and kids, too, feeding on them raw and as bloodily as if he were indeed the wolf he appeared to be; so much so, indeed, that men suspected not his sorcery.  He had still living a daughter, whom he desired unnaturally and took in most cruel incest, that sin surpassing far adultery or fornication, though the least of those three would drive the soul to hellfire, but for a repentent heart and the boundless mercy of God. He begot this daughter of his in those when he was not entirely given to wickedness, and he named her Stubbe Belle, and her grace and beauty was praised by all who knew her.  However, his foul desire and boundless lust was such that he begat a child by her, still daily visiting her like a concubine. So deep was his greed, so given over was he to evil, that even she was not enough to satiate him, so he lay with his sister, too.  One day he paid a visit to a gossip, with whom he made merry and good cheer. He won her by his fair and flattering

  His new form caught his fancy, and agreed with his nature. Stubbe Peeter lusted for blood and cruelty, and so was well satisfied with this most strange and devilish gift; afterall, the girdle was no great burden, and could be put on quietly in any small room, from which he would emerge to commit the most vile, heinous murder.  If any displeased him, he would nurse the hurt until broke as a thirst for revenge; they would be about their business in the fields or streets when he'd be on them like a wolf, and run them down to worry at their throats and tear them asunder, joint from joint. He acquired the taste, and delighted so in the shedding of blood that he would stalk the fields, day and night, for the chance to work some cruelty.  Often, he'd stroll the streets of Cologne, Bedburg and Quadrath, well-dressed and civil, like one known to all, passing the time of day with those whose children he'd butchered, friends slain, and nobody suspected a thing. He'd walk about,

In High Germany, in the towns of Quadrath and Bedburg near Cologne, was born and raised Stubbe Peeter. He was inclined to evil from the start, practising wicked arts from his twelfth year to his twentieth, and until the day he died; bursting with the damnable desire for magic, necromancy and sorcery, he made the acquaintance of all manner of spirit and fiend, and so forgot the God who made him and his Saviour who spilled his blood for our redemption.  In the end, caring nothing for his salvation, he gave himself to the Devil, body and soul, for all time, all for the small carnal pleasures of this life, for the sake of earthly fame and reputation, even though he lost Heaven thereby. The Devil - who ever gives ear to the lewd desires of cursed men - promised him whatever his heart desired for the term of his mortal life. But this vile wretch desired neither riches nor status, or the satisfaction of any pleasure he could imagine; rather, having a heart full of rapine and cruel bloody mind

  After a great quarter of an hour, he came again.  Kelly  - He appeareth now clothed, with all his garment hanging with bells of gold, and flaming fire coming from them with silverish flames. He hath hanging about his crown as if they were seven labels, the tops of which come from above, from an uncertain place and distance. Gabriel  - Venite Morvorgran! Come, Morvorgran! Kelly  - Now cometh a big black man with a white face, and after him hath twenty-four. They stand in four rows, and in every row six.  Gabriel  - Let me see thy seal.  Morvorgran  - Behold power is given to me! Neither is the liquor that thou ministrest of any taste with me; neither shall I be overcome, for I have placed my seat here.  Gabriel  - But by whose permission? Gag lah nai.  Kelly  - Now Morvorgran falleth down on his knees, and the rest on their face.  Medicina Dei, malis, justicia vera.  True justice, God's medicine for evil.  Kelly  - They tremble that lie on the ground.  Morvorgran sheweth to Gabrie

  A Most True Discourse, Declaring the Life and Death of one Stubbe Peeter, Being a Most Wicked Sorcerer.  Those whom the Lord leaves to follow the imagination of their own hearts, despising his proffered Grace, in the end, through the hardness of heart and contempt of his fatherly mercy, enter the right path to perdition and destruction of body and soul forever.  In this present history, therefore, this may perfectly be seen; the strangeness whereof, together with the cruelties committed and the long time they continued, may drive many to doubt whether it be truth or no, but rather like those sundry false and fabulous matters which have passed in print and wrought incredulity in the hearts of men generally. Nowadays, few things escape, be they never so certain, but that they are made base by some lie or false report.  So, in the reading of this story, I ask you keep an open mind, and peruse it with patience. It is published to set an example, and as a warning in the light of reason an

  Electuarium Amarum Magistrale Maius. Take of White Agrick, choice Turbith, species hiera simplex Galeni , of the best Rhubarb, of each one dram; choice Aloes washed, two drachms; Ginger, Cremor, Tartar, of each two scruples; Orris, Florentine, Sweet Fennel Seeds, of each one scruple; Syrup of Roses, solutive as much as is sufficient to make it into a bitter electuary.  Electuarium Amarum Minus. Take of Epithimum, half an ounce; the roots of Angelica, three drachms; of Gentian, Zedoary, Acorus, of each two drams; Cinnamon, one dram and a half; Cloves, Mace, Nutmegs, Saffron, of each one dram; Aloes, six ounces; with Syrup of Fumitory and Scabious, with Sugar, so much as is sufficient ( it is something mysterious why Sugar should be added to the syrups ). Make them up into a soft electuary according to art. Both these purge choler; the former phlegm, and this melancholy. The former works strongest, and this strengthens most, and is good for such whose brains are annoyed.  You may take