The Story of a Werewolf, 1888

A noble gentleman of Brittany, In high favor with the king, married a lovely lady. There would have been no limit to their happiness but that three days out of every week the gentleman mysteriously disappeared. When pressed by his wife for an explanation he confessed that he was a Bisclaveret or werewolf, and for three days in the week was condemned to assume a wolf’s shape. The lady was sore troubled and determined to rid herself of so objectionable a husband. Learning that if the lord’s clothes were stolen after Hie metamorphosis was effected he could not resume his human shape, she and a false cavalier who loved her watched him and got possession of the castoff garments. As from that day the husband was no more seen she married the cavalier.

One day the king was out hunting when a wolf that had been sore pressed by the hounds made its way to him and looked at him with so pitiful and human an expression that the king’s heart was touched. He spared it and brought it home to his court. The animal proved gentle and tractable and became a great favorite. But one day when the false cavalier came to court it jumped upon him with a wild cry and bit him severely. And when some days later tho wife claimed an audience with the king the wolf flew at her, too, and bit off her nose. Swords were drawn and tho wolf would have been killed, but that a wise man counseled the prince to find out first what could be the reason of the wolfs grudge to the lady and Her husband. And, being threatened with imprisonment, the lady, terrified, confessed all she knew, and when the clothes of her former husband were given to the wolf he was transformed into human shape and the king rejoiced to recognize his old favorite. The guilty pair were ignominiously banished. They lived several years and had many children, all the girls being born without noses. – American Notes and Queries.

 

From the Arizona Weekly Enterprise, July 14, 1888

Vampire Stories, 1884

(The St. Charles Herald, Louisiana, September 06, 1884)
A physician of local fame in an Eastern city said to the writer recently: “This is an age of queer mental and bodily delusions, despite its enlightenment. One of the oddest cases that I ever saw I was called on to treat the other day. A man came in to complain that his ankles were wounded, found that the wounds were scratches, and expressed my surprise that he should have consulted a physician about a trifle. He said he often found the skin of his ankles broken in the same way on rising from bed. I suggested that he smooth the foot board, and not kick it so much. Then the real object of his visit came out. What do you think it was? With bated breath he whispered that he was the victim of a vampire—

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International Superstitions, 1888


Dr. Oswald in Drake’s Magazine.
Metempsychosis the wide-spread doctrine of soul migration from animal to human bodies, maybe founded on a veiled paraphrase of the Darwinian hypothrsis; but how are we to account for the most equally international prevalence of the were-wolf superstition? The belief in the wolfish metamorphosis of human beings has been found among tribes of North America aborigines who could not possibly have introduced their folklore from the country of Jacob Grimm, or from the Carpathian high lands, where lycanthropy still furnishes the staple of fireside sagas. Continue reading “International Superstitions, 1888”

A Night of Horror, 1886

(Edited for length… Mr Oufle, hosting a party at carnival time, and quite drunk, decides to wear his son’s masquerade costume, which was a combination of a suit of green and gold, intended as a foresters dress; a costume of the time of Francois L, covered with spangles; and last, but not least, a bear-skin suit, so contrived that the wearer of it was covered with fur from head to foot, and looked precisely like a black-bear escaped from a traveling caravan.)

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