bath with the fays? or if she had not assisted at the assemblies held at the fountain of the fays, near Domprein, around which 'dance' malignant spirits?" The journal of Paris, under Charles VI. and Charles VII. pretends that she confessed that, at the age of twenty-seven years, she frequently went, in spite of her father and mother, to a fair fountain in the country of Lorraine, which 'she' named the good fountain to the fays our lord.[1]
Gervase of Tilbury, in his chapter "Of Fauns and Satyrs," says "there are, likewise, others, whom the vulgar name Follets, who inhabit the houses of the simple rustics, and can be driven away neither by holy-water, nor exorcisms; and because they are not seen, they afflict those who are entering with stones, billets, and domestic furniture; whose words, for certain, are heard in the human manner, and their forms do not appear."[2] He is speaking of England.
This Follet seems to resemble our Puck, or Robin Good-fellow, whose pranks are recorded in an old song, and who was sometimes useful, and sometimes mischievous. Whether or not he were the fairy-spirit of whom Milton
