But before we proceed to our disquisitions concerning the
power and efficacy of natural magic, and examine what
mysterious operations may be brought about and compassed
by magical practises, and before we take a farther survey of
what Mr. Campbell has performed in this kind, that relates
to his profession and the public part of his life, which concerns
other people as well as himself; I shall here relate some
singular adventures that he passed through in his private life,
and which regard only his own person. In order to this, I
must return back to the year 1702, about which time some
unaccountable turns of fortune attended him in his own
private capacity, which must be very surprising and entertaining
to my readers, when they find a man, whose foresight
was always so great a help and assistance to others,
who consulted him in their own future affairs, helpless, as it
has been an observation concerning all such men in the
account of the second-sight, and blind in his own future
affairs, tossed up and down by inevitable and spiteful accidents
of fortune, and made the may-game of chance and hazard,
as if that wayward and inconstant goddess, was resolved to
punish him, when she catched him on the blind side, for
having such a quick insight and penetrating faculty in other
people's matters, and scrutinizing too narrowly into her mysteries,
and so sometimes preventing those fatal intentions of
hers, into which she would fain lead many mortals hood-winked,
and before they knew where they were. In this light,
these mighty and famous seers seem to be born for the benefit
and felicity of others, but at the same time to be born to
unhappiness themselves. And certainly, inasmuch as we
consider them as useful and beneficial often, but always satisfactory
to persons who are curious in their enquiries about
their fortunes, it will be natural to those of us who have the
least share of generosity in our minds, to yield our pity and
compassion to them, when they are remarkably unfortunate
themselves; especially when that calamity seems more particularly
to light upon them for their ability, and endeavour
to consult the good fortune of other folks.
About the above-mentioned year, 1702, Duncan Campbell
grew a little tired of his profession; such a multitude of
followers troubled him, several of whom were wild youths,
and came to banter him, and many more too inquisitive
females to tease him with endless impertinences, and who,
the more he told them, had still the more to ask, and whose
curiosity was never to be satisfied: and besides this, he was
so much envied, and had so many malicious artifices daily
practised against him, that he resolved to leave off his profession.
He had, I know, followed it pretty closely from
the time I first saw him in London, which was, I think, in
the beginning of the year 1698, till the year 1702, with very
good success; and in those few years he had got together a
pretty round sum of money. Our young seer was now at
man's estate, and had learned the notion that he was to be
his own governor, so far as to be his own counsellor too in
what road of life he was to take, and this consideration no
doubt worked with a deeper impression on his mind, than it
usually does on others that are in the same blossom and
pride of manhood, because it might appear more natural for
him to believe that he had a sufficient ability to be his own
proper adviser, who had given so many others, and some
more aged than himself, counsel, with very good success.
Now every experienced person knows, that when manhood
is yet green, it is still in the same dangerous condition as a
young plant, which is liable to be warped by a thousand
cross fortuitous accidents, if good measures be not taken to
support it against all the contingent shocks it may meet with
from the weather or otherwise. Now, it was his misfortune
to be made averse to business, which he loved before, by
having too much of it, and to be so soured by meeting with
numerous perplexities and malicious rubs laid in his way by
invidious people, (who are the useless and injurious busy-bodies
that always repine at the good of others, and rejoice
to do harm to the diligent and assiduous, though they reap
no profit by it themselves), that he was disgusted and deterred
entirely from the prosecution of a profession by which
he got not only a competent but a copious and plentiful subsistence.
Nay, indeed, this was another mischief arising to
him from his having so much business, that he had got money
enough to leave it off, when the perplexities of it had made
him willing to do so, and to live very comfortably and handsomely,
like a gentleman, without it, for a time; and we
know the youngest men are not wont to look the farthest before
them, in matters that concern their own welfare. Now,
inasmuch as he had thus taken a disgust to business and
application, and was surfeited, as I may say, with the perplexities
of it, it must be as natural for him, we know, to
search for repose in the contrary extreme, viz., recreation
and idleness, as it is for a man to seek rest after toil, to sleep
after a day's labour, or to sit down after a long and tiresome
walk. But there are two very distinct sorts of idleness, and
two very different kinds of recreation; there is a shameful
idleness which is no better than downright sloth; and there
is a splendid kind of indolence, where a man having taken
an aversion to the wearisomeness of a business which properly
belongs to him, neglects not however to employ his thoughts,
when they are vacant from what they ought more chiefly to
be about, in other matters not entirely unprofitable in life,
the exercise of which he finds he can follow with more
abundant ease and satisfaction. There are some sorts of
recreations, too, that are mean, sordid, and base; others that
are very innocent, though very diverting, and that will give
one the very next most valuable qualifications of a gentleman,
after those which are obtained by a more serious application
of the mind. The idea which I have already given
my readers of our Duncan Campbell, will easily make them
judge, before I tell them, which way, in these two ways, his
genius would naturally lead him; and that, when he grew
an idle man, he would rather indulge himself with applying
his mind to the shining trifles of life, than be wholly slothful
and inactive; and that when he diverted himself he would
not do it after a sordid, base manner, as having a better
taste and a relish for good company; but that his recreations
would still be the recreations of a gentleman. And just, accordingly,
as my readers would naturally judge beforehand
in his case, so it really happened. The moment he shook
off business, and dismissed the thoughts of it, his genius led
him to a very gallant way of life; in his lodgings, in his entertainments,
in paying and receiving visits, in coffee-houses, in
taverns, in fencing-schools, in balls, and other public assemblies,
in all ways, in fine, both at home and abroad, Duncan
Campbell was a well-comported and civil fine gentleman;
he was a man of pleasure, and nothing of the man of business
appeared about him. But a gentleman's life, without a
gentleman's estate, however shining and pleasant it may be
for a time, will certainly end in sorrow, if not in infamy;
and comparing life, as moralists do, to a day, one may safely
pronounce this truth to all the splendid idlers I have mentioned,
that if they have sunshiny weather till noon, yet the
afternoon of their life will be very stormy, rainy and uncomfortable,
and perhaps just at the end of their journey, to
carry on the metaphor throughout, close in the darkest kind
of night. Of this, as I was a man of years and more experienced
in the world than he, I took upon me to forewarn
Mr. Campbell, as soon as I perceived the first dangerous fit
of this elegant idleness had seized him. But when will young
men, by so much the more headstrong as they have less of
the beard, be guided and brought to learn! and when shall
we see that happy age, in which the grey heads of old men
shall be clapped upon the shoulders of youth! I told him,
that in this one thing he ought to consult me, and acknowledge
me to be a true prophet, if I told him the end of the
seeming merry steps in life he was now taking, would infallibly
bring him to a labyrinth of difficulties, out of which
if he extricated himself at all, he would at least find it a
laborious piece of work. His taste had been already vitiated
with the sweets which lay at the top of the bitter draught of
fortune, and my honest rugged counsel came too late to prevail,
when his fancy had decoyed and debauched his judgment,
and carried it over into another interest. I remember
I writ down to him the moral story, where vicious Pleasure
and Virtue are pictured by the philosopher to appear before
Hercules, to court him into two several paths. I told him
more particularly, since he had not an estate to go through
with the gentlemanly life, as he called it, that, if he followed
the alluring pleasures which endeavoured to tempt Hercules,
he would involve himself at last in a whole heap of miseries, out
of which it would be more than an Herculean labour for him
to disentangle himself again. If he had been a man that could
have ever heard with either, I would have told the reader in
a very familiar idiom, that he turned the deaf ear to me; for
he did not mind one syllable or tittle of the prescriptions I
set down for him, no more than if he had never read
them; but, varying the phrase a little, I may say at least,
when he should have looked upon my counsel with all the
eyes he had, he turned the blind side upon it. I was resolved
to make use of the revenge natural to a man of years,
and therefore applied that reproachful proverb to him, which
we ancients delight much in making use of to youths that
follow their own false and hot imaginations, and will not
heed the cooler dictates of age, experience, and wisdom.
Accordingly, I wrote down to him these words, and left him
in a seeming passion: I am very well assured, young man,
you think me that am old, to be a fool; but I that am old,
absolutely know you, who are a young fellow, to be a downright
fool, and so I leave you to follow your own ways, till
sad and woful experience teaches you to know it your own
self, and makes you come to me to own it of your own accord.
As I was going away, after this tart admonition and severe
reprimand, I had a mind to observe his countenance, and I
saw him smile, which I rightly construed to be done in contempt
of the advice of age, and in the gaiety and fulness of
conceit, which youth entertains of its own fond opinions and
hair-brained rash resolves. He was got into the company of a
very pretty set of gentlemen, whose fortunes were far superior
to his; but he followed the same genteel exercises, as fencing,
&c., and made one at all their public entertainments;
and so being at an equal expense with those who could well
afford to spend what they did out of their estates, he went on
very pleasantly for a time, still spending and never getting,
without ever considering that it must, by inevitable consequence,
fall to his lot at last to be entirely reduced to a state
of indigence and want. And what commonly heightens the
misfortune of such men, and so of all gentlemen's younger
brothers, who live upon the ready money that is given them
for their portions, is, that the prosperity they live in for a
time gains them credit enough just to bring them in debt,
and render them more miserable than those very wretches
who never had either any money or credit at all. They run
themselves into debt out of shame, and to put off the evil day
of appearing ruined men as long as they can, and then, when
their tempers are soured by adversity, they grow tired of
their own lives; and then, in a quarrel, they or some other
gentleman, may be, is run through, or else being hunted by
bailiffs, they exercise their swords upon those pursuers.
Thus, where gentlemen will not consider their circumstances,
their very prosperity is a cause of, and aggravates their
misery; their very pride, which was a decent pride at first,
in keeping up and maintaining their credit, subjects them too
often to the lowest and the meanest acts, and their courage,
which was of a laudable kind, turns into a brutish and savage
rage; and all the fine, esteemed, flourishing, and happy
gentleman ends, and is lost in the contemned, poor and miserable
desperado, whose portion at last is confinement and a
gaol, and sometimes even worse, and what I shall not so
much as name here. Into many of these calamities Mr.
Campbell had brought himself before it was long, by his
heedlessness, and running, according to the wild dictates of
youth, counter to all sound and wholesome advice. He had,
it seems, run himself into debt, and one day as he was at a
coffee-house, the sign of the Three Crowns, in Great Queen-street,
in rushed four bailiffs upon him, who being directed
by the creditor's wife, had watched him into that house, and
told him they had a warrant against him, and upon his
not answering, they being unacquainted with his being deaf
and dumb, offered to seize his sword. He startled at their
offering of violence, and taking them for ruffians, which he
had often met with, repelled the assaulters, and drawing his
sword, as one man, more bold than the rest, closed in with
him, he shortened his blade, and in the fall pinned the fellow
through the shoulder, and himself through the leg, to the floor.
After that he stood at bay with all the four officers, when the
most mischievous assailant of them all, the creditor's wife,
ventured to step into the fray, and very barbarously took
hold of that nameless part of the man, for which, as she was
a married woman, nature methinks should have taught her
to have a greater tenderness, and almost squeezed and crushed
those vitals to death. But at last he got free from them all,
and was going away as fast as he could, not knowing what
consequences might ensue. But the woman who aimed herself
at committing murder, in the most savage and inhuman
manner, ran out after him, crying out, Murder! murder! as
loud as she could, and alarmed the whole street. The bailiffs
following the woman, and being bloody from head to foot,
by means of the wound he received, gave credit to the outcry.
The late Earl Rivers's footmen happening to be at the
door, ran immediately to stop the supposed murderer, and
they indeed did take him at last, but perceived their mistake,
and discovered that instead of being assistants in taking a
man whom they thought to be a murderer endeavouring to
make his escape from the hands of justice, they had only
been tricked in by that false cry to be adjutants to a bailiff
in retaking a gentleman, who, by so gallant a defence, had
rescued himself from the dangers of a prison; and when they
had discovered this their mistake they were mighty sorry for
what they had done. The most active and busy among the
earl's footmen was a Dutchman, and the earl happening to
be in a room next the street, and hearing the outcry of
murder, stepped to the window, and seeing his own servants
in the midst of the bustle, examined the Dutchman how the
matter was, and, being told it, he chid the man for being
concerned in stopping a gentleman that was getting free
from such troublesome companions. But the Dutchman excused
himself, like a Dutchman, by making a very merry
blunder for a reply; Sacramente, said he, to his lord, if I had
thought they were bailiffs, I would have fought for the poor
dumb gentlemen, but then why had he not told me they
were bailiffs, my lord?
In short, Duncan Campbell was carried off as their
prisoner; but the bailiff that was wounded was led back to
the coffee-house, where he pretended the wound was mortal,
and that he despaired of living an hour. The proverb, however,
was of the fellow's side, and he recovered sooner than
other people expected he could. As soon as all danger was
over, an action for damages and smart money, as their term
is, was brought against Mr. Campbell; the damages were
exaggerated and the demand was so extravagant, that
Duncan Campbell was neither able, just at that time, nor
willing, had he been able, to pay so much, as he thought, in
his own wrong, and having no bail, and being ashamed to
make his case known to his better sort of friends, who were
both able and willing to help him at a dead lift, he was
hurried away to gaol by the bailiffs, who showed such a
malignant and insolent pleasure, as commonly attends powerful
revenge, when they put him into the Marshalsea. There
he lay in confinement six weeks, till at last four or five of his
chief friends came by mere chance to hear of it; immediately
they consulted about his deliverance, and unanimously resolved
to contribute for his enlargement, and they accordingly
went across the water together, and procured it out of
hand.
Two of his benefactors were officers, and were just then
going over to Flanders. Duncan Campbell, to whom they
communicated their design, was resolved to try his fortune
in a military way, out of a roving kind of humour, raised in
him partly by his having taken a sort of aversion to his own
profession in town, and partly by his finding that he could
not live, without following a profession, as he had done, any
longer. He, over a bottle, frankly imparted his mind to them
at large; he signified to them that he hoped, since they had
lately done him so great a favour in freeing him from one
captivity, they would not think him too urgent if he pressed
for one favour farther, upon natures so generous as theirs, by
whom he took as great a pleasure in being obliged, as he
could receive in being capable of obliging others. He wrote
to them that the favour he meant was to redeem him from
another captivity, almost as irksome to him as that out of
which they had lately ransomed him. This captivity, continued
he, is being either forced to follow my old profession, which
I have taken an entire disgust to, for a maintenance, or
being forced to live in a narrower way than suits with my
genius, and the better taste I have of higher life. Such a
state, gentlemen, you know, is more unpalatable than half-pay;
it is like either being forced to go upon the forlorn
hope, or else like a man's being an entirely cashiered and
broken officer, that had no younger brother's fortune, and no
other support but his commission. Thus, though you have
set my body at liberty, my soul is still under an imprisonment,
and will be till I leave England, and can find means
of visiting Flanders, which I can do no otherwise than by
the advantage of having you for my convoy. I have a
mighty longing to experience some part of a military life,
and I fancy, if you will grant me your interest, and introduce
me to the valiant young Lord Lorne, and be spokesmen for
a dumb man, I shall meet with a favourable reception; and
as for you, gentlemen, after having named that great patron
and pattern of courage and conduct in the field, I can't doubt
but the very name I bear, if you had not known me, would
have made you take me for a person of a military genius,
and that I should do nothing but what would become a
British soldier, and a gentleman; nothing, in fine, that
should make you repent the recommendation.
These generous and gallant friends of his, it seems, complied
with his request, and promised they would make application
for him to the Lord Lorne, and Duncan Campbell
had nothing to do but to get his bag and baggage ready, and
provide himself with a pass. His baggage was not very long
a getting together, and he had it in tolerable good order,
and as for his pass, a brother of the Lord Forbes was so
kind as to procure him one upon the first application Duncan
made to him.
Accordingly, in a few days afterwards, they went on board,
and having a speedy and an easy passage, arrived soon at
Rotterdam. Duncan met with some of his English acquaintance
in that town, and his mind being pretty much bent
upon rambling, and seeing all the curiosities, customs, and
humours he could, in all the foreign places he was to pass
through, he went, out of a frolic, with some gentlemen, next
day, in a boat to an adjacent village, to make merry over a
homely Dutch entertainment, the intended repast being to
consist of what the boors there count a great delicacy,
brown bread and white beer. He walked out of sight from
his company, and they lost one another; and strolling about
by himself at an unseasonable hour, as they call it there
after the bell has tolled, Duncan Campbell, who neither
knew their laws, nor if he had, was capable of being guided
by the notice which their laws ordain, was taken into
custody in the village, for that night, and carried away the
next day to Williamstadt, where he was taken for a spy, and
put into a close imprisonment for three or four days.
But some Scotch gentlemen, who had been in company
with Mr. Campbell at Mr. Cloysterman's, a painter in
Covent-garden, made their application to the magistrate and
got him released; he knew his friends the officers, that
carried him over, were gone forward to the camp, and that
there was no hope of finding them at Rotterdam, if he
should go thither, and so he resolved, since he had had so
many days punishment in Williamstadt, to have three or
four days pleasure there too, by way of amends, before he
would set out on his journey after his friends. But on the
third night he got very much in drink; and as he went
very boisterously and disorderly along, a sentry challenged
him; and the want of the sense of hearing had like to have
occasioned the loss of his life. The sentry fired at him and
narrowly missed him; he was taken prisoner, not without
some resistance, which was so far innocent, as that he knew
not any reason why he should be seized; but very troublesome
and unwarrantable in so orderly a town; so the
governor's secretary, after the matter was examined into,
judging it better for the unhappy gentleman's future safety,
advised him to return home to his own country, and accordingly
bespoke him a place in a Dutch ship called Yowfrow
Catherine, for his passage to England.
Duncan Campbell had taken up this humour of rambling,
first, of his own accord, and the troubles which he had run
himself into by it, we may reasonably suppose had pretty
well cured him of that extravagant itch; and there is little
doubt to be made but that he rejoiced very heartily when he
was got on board the ship to return to England; and that
in his new resolutions he had reconciled himself to the prosecution
of his former profession, and intended to set up for a
predictor again as soon as he could arrive at London. But
now fortune had not a mind to let him go off so; he had
had his own fancy for rambling, and now she was resolved
to have hers, and to give him his bellyful of caprice. Accordingly,
when the Dutch ship, called Yowfrow Catherine,
was making the best of her road for London, and each
person in the vessel was making merry, filled with the hopes
of a quick and prosperous passage, a French privateer appeared
in sight, crowding all the sails she could, and bearing
towards them with all haste and diligence. The privateer
was double-manned, and carried thirty guns; the Dutch
vessel was defenceless in comparison; and the people on
board had scarce time to think, and to deplore that they
should be made a prey of, before they actually were so, and
had reason enough given them for their sorrow. All the
passengers, to a single man, were stripped, and had French
seamen's jackets in exchange for their clothes. Duncan
Campbell had now a taste given him of the fate of war, as
well as of the humour of travelling, and wished himself
again, I warrant him, among his greatest crowd of consulters,
as tiresome as he thought business to be, instead of
being in the middle of a crew of sea savages. The town
where the dumb prisoner was at last confined was Denain.
There happened to be some English friars there, who were
told by the others who he was, and to them he applied himself
in writing, and received from them a great deal of civil
treatment. But a certain man of the order of Recollects,
happening to see him there, who had known him in England,
and what profession he followed, caused him to be called to
question, as a man that made use of ill means to tell fortunes.
When he was questioned by a whole society of these religious
men, he made them such pertinent and satisfactory
answers in writing, that he convinced them he had done
nothing for which he deserved their reprimand; and they
unanimously acquitted him. The heads of his defence, as I
have been informed, were these:—
First, he alleged that the second-sight was inborn and inbred
in some men; and that every country had had examples
of it more or less; but that the country of Scotland, in which
he was educated from an infant, abounded the most of any
with those sort of people; and from thence he said he thought
he might very naturally draw this conclusion, that a faculty
that was inborn and inbred to men, and grown almost a national
faculty among a people who were remarkably honest,
upright, and well-meaning people, could not, without some
impiety, be imputed to the possessors of it as a sin; and
when one of the fathers rejoined that it was remarked by
several writers of the second-sight, that it must be therefore
sinful, because it remained no longer among the people when
the doctrines of Christianity were fully propagated, and the
light of the gospel increased among them; and that afterwards
it affected none but persons of vicious lives and an ill
character; to this objection Mr. Campbell replied, that he
knew most (even ingenious) writers had made that remark concerning
the second-sight, but begged leave to be excused, if
he ventured to declare that it was no better than a vulgar and
common error; and the reasons were these, which he alleged
in his own behalf; and to confirm his assertion, he told them
men of undoubted probity, virtue, and learning, both of their
own religion, viz., the Roman Catholic, and also of the reformed
religion, and in several nations, had been affected,
and continued all their lives to be affected, with this second-sighted
power, and that there could be, therefore, no room to
fix upon it the odious character of being a sinful and vicious,
not to say that some called it still worse, a diabolical talent.
He said he would content himself with making but two instances,
because he believed those two would be enough to
give content to them, his judges too, in that case. In his
first instance he told them that they might find somewhat
relating to this in Nicolaus Hemingius, who, in his tracts
de Superstitionibus Magicis, printed at Copenhagen, anno 1575,
informs the world, that Petrus Palladius, a bishop of See-landt,
and professor of divinity at Copenhagen, could, from a
part of his body affected, foretell from what part of the
heavens tempests would come, and was seldom deceived.
One of the fathers immediately asked him if he understood
Latin? To this Duncan Campbell replied, No. Oh! said
the friar, then, I don't remember that book was ever translated
into English, that you mention. But, rejoined Duncan
Campbell, the passage I mentioned to you, I have read in an
English book, and word for word, according to the best of my
memory, as I have written it down to you. In what English
book? said the friar. I don't remember the name of the
book, Duncan Campbell answered, but very well remember
the passages, and that it was in a book of authority, and
which bore a credit and good repute in the world; and you,
being scholars, may, if you please, have recourse to the
learned original, and I doubt not but you'll find what I say
to be a truth. For the second instance, he told them, that
in Spain, there are those they call Saludadores, that have
this kind of gift. There was, continued he, in writing, one
of your own religion, venerable fathers, and of a religious
order, nay, a friar too, that had this gift. He was a noted
Dominican, said he, and though I forget his name, you may,
by writing a letter to England, learn his name. He was a
devout Portuguese, belonging to Queen Catherine Dowager's
chapel, and had the second-sight to a great degree, and was
famous and eminent for it. They then asked him what was
the full power he had to do by the second-sight. He answered,
that as they had intimated that they had perused some of the
skilful writers concerning the second-sight, he did not doubt
but they had found, as well as he could tell them, that as to
the extent of people's knowledge in that secret way, it reached
both present, past, and future events. They foresee murders,
drownings, weddings, burials, combats, manslaughters, &c.,
all of which there are many instances to be given. They
commonly foresee sad events a little while before they happen;
for instance, if a man's fatal end be hanging, they will
see a gibbet, or rope about his neck; if beheading, they will
see a man without a head; if drowning, they will see water
up to his throat; if stabbing, they will see a dagger in his
breast; if unexpected death in his bed, they will see a windingsheet
about his head. They foretell not only marriages,
but of good children; what kind of life men shall lead, and
in what condition they shall die; also riches, honours, preferments,
peace, plenty, and good weather. It is likewise
usual with persons that have lost anything to go to some
of these men, by whom they are directed how, with what
persons, and in what place they shall find their goods. It is
also to be noted that these gifts bear a latitude, so that some
have it in a far more eminent degree than others; and what
I have here written down to you, you need not take as a
truth from me; but as it concerned me so nearly, I remember
the passage by heart, and you will find it very near word
for word in Dr. Beaumont's book Of Familiar Spirits. Aye,
said the friars, but you have a genius too that attends you,
as we are informed. So, replied Duncan Campbell, have all
persons that have the second-sight in any eminent degree;
and to prove this I will bring no less a witness than King
James, who, in his Demonology, book the third and chapter
the second, mentions also a spirit called Brownie, that was
wont formerly to haunt divers houses, without doing any evil,
but doing, as it were, necessary turns up and down the
house; he appeared like a rough man, nay, some believed
that their house was all the 'sonsier,' as they called it, that
is, the more lucky or fortunate, that such spirits resorted
there. With these replies the friars began to own they were
very well satisfied, and acquiesced in the account he had
given of himself as a very good, true, and honest account;
but they told him they had still a farther accusation against
him, and that was, that he practised magic arts, and that he
used, as they had been informed, unlawful incantations. To
this he made answer, that there were two kinds of magic,
of which he knew they that were men of learning could not
be ignorant. The art of magic, which is wicked and impious,
continued he, is that which is professed, and has been professed
at all times in the world, by witches, magicians,
diviners, enchanters, and such like notorious profligates; who,
by having an unnatural commerce with the devil, do many
strange, prodigious, and preternatural acts, above and beyond
all human wisdom; and all the arguments I ever did, or ever
will deduce, continued he, from that black art, is a good and
shining argument; it is this, O fathers: I draw a reason from
these prodigious practices of wizards, magicians, enchanters,
&c., and from all the heathen idolatry and superstition, to
prove that there is a Deity; for from these acts of theirs,
being preternatural and above human wisdom, we may consequently
infer that they proceed from a supernatural and
immaterial cause, such as demons are. And this is all the
knowledge I ever did or ever will draw from that black hellish
art. But, fathers, there is another kind of art magic,
called natural magic, which is directly opposite to theirs, and
the object of which art is to do spiritual good to mankind,
as the object of theirs is to torment them, and induce them
to evil. They afflict people with torments, and my art
relieves them from the torments they cause. The public profession
of these magical arts has, as you know, fathers, it is
a common distinction, between black and white magic, been
tolerated in some of the most famous universities of Christendom,
though afterwards for a very good reason in politics,
making it a public study to such a degree was very wisely
retrenched by prohibition. If this, therefore, be a fault in
your own opinions, hear my accusers, but if not, you will
not only excuse, but commend me.
The friars were extremely well pleased with his defence,
but one of them had a mind to frighten him a little if he
could, and asked him what he would say if he could produce
some witches lately seized, that would swear he had been frequently
at their unlawful assemblies, where they were making
their waxen images and other odd mischievous inventions in
black magic, to torment folks; what if I can produce such evidence
against you, wrote the father to him, by way of strengthening
the question, will you not own that we have convicted
you then? And when he had wrote the note, he gave it
Duncan Campbell, with a look that seemed to express his
warmth and eagerness in the expostulation. Duncan Campbell
took the paper and read it, and far from being startled,
returned this answer, with a smile continuing in his face
while he wrote it. No, said he, fathers, by your leave, they
will only prove me a good magician by that oath, and themselves
more plainly witches. They will prove their love to
torment good folks, and only show their hatred to me, an
innocent man, but wise enough to torment them by hindering
them from tormenting others. The fathers were well pleased
with the shrewdness of the answer; but Duncan Campbell
had a mind to exert his genius a little farther with the good
friar, who thought likewise he had put him a very shrewd
question; so taking up another sheet of paper, Fathers, said
he, shall I entertain you with a story of what passed upon
this head, between two religious fathers, as you all of you
are, and a prince of Germany, in which you will find that
mine ought to be reputed a full answer to the question the
last learned father was pleased to propose to me? The story
is somewhat long, but very much to the purpose and entertaining;
I remember it perfectly by heart, and if you will
have patience while I am writing it, I do not doubt but that
I shall not only satisfy you, but please you and oblige you
with the relation. The author I found it in, quotes it from
Fromannus, (I think the man's name was so, and I am sure
my author calls him a very learned man,) in his third book
of Magical Incantation, and though I do not understand the
language the original is writ in, yet I dare venture to say
upon the credit of my English author, from whom I got the
story by heart, that you will find me right whenever you
shall be pleased to search.
The friars were earnest for the story, and expressed a
desire that he would write it down for them to read, which he
did in the following words. Note—that I have since compared
Mr. Duncan Campbell's manuscript with the author's
page out of which he took it, and find it word for word the
same; which shows how incomparable a memory this deaf
and dumb gentleman has got, besides his other extraordinary
qualifications. The story is this:—
A prince of Germany invited two religious fathers, of
eminent virtue and learning, to a dinner. The prince, at
table, said to one of them: Father, think you we do right in
hanging persons, who are accused by ten or twelve witches,
to have appeared at their meetings or sabbaths? I somewhat
fear we are imposed on by the devil, and that it is not
a safe way to truth, that we walk in by these accusations;
especially since many great and learned men everywhere
begin to cry out against it, and to charge our consciences
with it; tell me, therefore, your opinion. To whom the
fathers, being somewhat of an eager spirit, said; What
should make us doubtful in this case? Or what should touch
our consciences, being convicted by so many testimonies?
Can we make it a scruple, whether God will permit innocent
persons should be so traduced? there is no cause for a judge
to stick at such a number of accusations, but he may proceed
with safety. To which, when the prince had replied, and
much had been said pro and con on both sides about it, and
the father seemed wholly to carry the point, the prince at
length concluded the dispute; saying, I am sorry for you,
father, that in a capital cause you have condemned yourself,
and you cannot complain if I commit you to custody; for no
less than fifteen witches have deposed that they have seen
you, ay, start not! you your ownself, at their meetings; and
to show you that I am not in jest, I will presently cause the
public acts to be brought for you to read them. The father
stood in a maze, and with a dejected countenance had nothing
here to oppose but confusion and silence, for all his learned
eloquence.
As soon as Mr. Campbell had wrote down the story, the
fathers perused it, and seemed mightily entertained with it.
It put an end to all farther questions, and the man whom they
had been trying for a conjuror, they joined in desiring, upon
distinct pieces of paper, under their several hands, to come
frequently and visit them, as being not only a harmless and
innocent, but an extraordinary well-meaning, good, and
diverting companion. They treated him for some time afterwards
during his stay, with the friendship due to a countryman,
with the civility that is owing to a gentleman, and with
the assistance and support which belonged to a person of merit
in distress. Money they had none themselves, it seems, to give
him, being Mendicants by their own profession; but they
had interest enough to get him quite free from being prisoner;
he participated of their eleemosynary table, had a cell allowed
him among them in what they call their Dormitory; he had
an odd coat and a pair of trowsers made out of some of their
brown coarse habits, by the poor unfashionable tailor, or
botcher, belonging to the convent, and at last they found
means of recommending him to a master of a French vessel
that was ready to set sail, to give him a cast over the channel
to England; and to provide him with the necessaries of life
till he got to the port. This French vessel was luckier than
the Dutch one had been before to our dumb gentleman; it
had a quick and prosperous passage, and arrived at Portsmouth;
and as soon as he landed there, he having experienced
the misfortunes and casualties that a man in his condition,
wanting both speech and hearing, was liable to, in places
where he was an utter stranger to everybody, resolved to
make no stay, but move on as fast as he could towards
London. When he came to Hampton town, considering the
indifferent figure he made in those odd kind of clothes, which
the poor friars had equipped him with, and that his long
beard and an uncombed wig added much to the disguise, he
was resolved to put on the best face he could, in those awkward
circumstances, and stepped into the first barber's shop
he came at to be trimmed and get his wig combed and powdered.
This proved a very lucky thought to him; for as
soon as he stepped into the first barber's shop, who should
prove to be the master of it, but one Tobit Yeats, who had
served him in the same capacity at London, and was but
newly set up in the trade of a barber-surgeon, at Hampton
town, and followed likewise the profession of schoolmaster.
This Tobit Yeats had shaved him quite, before he knew him
in that disguise; and Mr. Campbell, though he knew him
presently, had a mind to try if he should be known himself
first; at length the barber finding him to be a dumb man,
by his ordering everything with motions of the hand
and gestures of the body, looked at him very earnestly,
remembered him, and in a great surprise called for pen, ink,
and paper, and begged to know how he came to be in that
disguise; whether he was under any misfortune, and apprehension
of being discovered, that made him go in so poor
and so clownish a habit, and tendered him any services, as
far as his little capacity would reach, and desired him to be
free, and command him; if he was able to assist him in anything.
These were the most comfortable words that Duncan
Campbell had read a great while. He took the pen and
paper in his turn; related to him his whole story, gave the
poor barber thanks for his good natured offer, and said he
would make so much use of it, as to be indebted to him for
so much money as would pay the stage-coach, and bear him
in his travelling expenses up to London, from whence he
would speedily return the favour with interest. The poor
honest fellow, out of gratitude to a master whose liberality
he had formerly experienced, immediately furnished Mr.
Duncan Campbell with that little supply, expressing the
gladness of his heart that it lay in his power; and the stage-coach
being to set out within but a few hours, he ran instantly
to the inn to see if he could get him a place. By good luck,
there was room, and but just room for one more, which
pleased Duncan Campbell mightily, when he was acquainted
with it by his true and trusty servant the barber; for he
was as impatient to see London again, it seems, as he had
been before to quit it. Well, he had his wish; and when
he came to London, he had one wish more for Fortune to
bestow upon him, which appeared to begin to grow kind
again, after her fickle fit of cruelty was over; and this wish
was, that he might find his former lodgings empty, and live
in the same house as he did when he followed his profession.
This too succeeded according to his desire, and he was happily
fixed once more to his heart's content in his old residence,
with the same people of the house round about him, who
bore him all that respect and affection, and showed all that
readiness and willingness to serve him on every occasion and
at every turn, which could be expected from persons that
let lodgings in town to a gentleman, whom they esteemed
the best tenant they ever had in their lives, or ever could
have.
Immediately the tidings of the dumb gentleman's being returned
home from beyond sea, spread throughout all the
neighbourhood; and it was noised about from one neighbourhood
to another, till it went through all ranks and conditions,
and was known as well in a day or two's time, all the town
over, as if he had been some great man belonging to the
state, and his arrival had been notified to the public in the
gazette, as a person of the last importance. And such a
person he appeared indeed to be taken for, especially among
the fair sex, who thronged to his doors, crowd after crowd,
to consult with him about their future occurrences in life.
These curious tribes of people were as various in their
persons, sex, age, quality, profession, art, trade, as they were
in the curiosity of their minds, and the questions they had
intended to propound to this dumb predictor of strange
events, that lay yet as embryos in the womb of time, and
were not to come, some of them, to a maturity for birth, for
very many years after; just as porcelain clay is stored up in
the earth by good artificers, which their heirs make china of,
half a century, and sometimes more than an age, afterwards.
These shoals of customers, who were to fee him well for
his advice, as we may suppose, now he stood in need of
raising a fresh stock, were unquestionably as welcome and
acceptable to him as they appeared too troublesome to him
before, when he was in a state of more wealth and plenty.
Fortune, that does nothing moderately, seemed now resolved,
as she had been extremely cruel before, to be extremely
kind to him. He had nothing to do from early in
the morning till late at night, but to read questions, and resolve
them as fast as much-frequented doctors write their
prescriptions and recipes, and like them also to receive fees
as fast. Fortune was indeed mightily indulgent to the
wants she had so suddenly reduced him to, and relieved him
as suddenly by these knots of curiosos, who brought him a
glut of money. But one single fair lady, that was one of
his very first consulters after his return, and who had received
satisfactory answers from him in other points, before
he went abroad, proved, so good fortune would have it,
worth all the rest of his customers together, as numerous as
they were, and as I have accordingly represented them.
This lady was the relict or widow of a gentleman of a
good estate, and of a very good family, whose name was
Digby, and a handsome jointure she had out of the estate.
This lady, it seems, having been with him in former days,
and seen him in a more shining way of life, (for he had taken
a humour to appear before all his company in that coarse
odd dress made out of the friar's habit, and would not be
persuaded by the people of the house to put on a nightgown
till he could provide himself with a new suit,) was so
curious, among other questions, as to ask him whether he
had met with any misfortunes, and how he came to be in so
slovenly and wretched a habit? Here Mr. Campbell related
the whole story of his travels to her, and the crosses
and disappointments he had met with abroad. The tears,
he observed, would start every now and then into her eyes
when she came to any doleful passage, and she appeared to
have a mighty compassionate kind of feeling, when she read
of any hardship more than ordinarily melancholy that had
befallen him. Mr. Campbell, it is certain, had then a very
good presence, and was a handsome and portly young man;
and as a great many young gentlemen derive the seeming
agreeableness of their persons from the tailor and peruke-maker,
the shoemaker and hosier, so Mr. Campbell's person,
on the other hand, gave a good air and a good look to the
awkward garb he had on; and I believe it was from seeing
him in this odd trim, as they called it, the ladies first took up
the humour of calling him 'the handsome sloven:' add to
this that he looked his misfortune in the face with a jolly
countenance, and smiled even while he was penning the relation
of his calamities; all which are certainly circumstances
that first sooth a generous mind into a state of compassion,
and afterwards heighten it in the breast wherein it is conceived.
Hence it came that this pretty and good natured
widow, Mrs. Digby, when she had expressed her commiseration
of him by her looks, began to take the pen and
express it in very tender terms. Neither did she think that
expression in words a sufficient testimony of the compassion
she bore to him; the generosity of her mind did lead her to
express it in a more substantial manner still, and that was
to show it plainly by a very benevolous action. She laid a
purse of twenty guineas before the table, and at the same
time smiling, pointed to the table, as signifying her desire
that he would accept it, and running to the door, dropped a
curtsy, and skuttled away; and by the same civil act as she
obliged him, she put it out of his power to refuse being so
obliged; so that, though the present was very handsome, the
manner of giving it was still handsomer. If being a handsome
young man of merit in distress, and bearing his misfortunes
with an equal mind, are powerful motives to excite
compassion in the mind of a generous lady, so the generosity
of a young agreeable widow, expressed in so kind and so
benevolous a way, to a young gentleman, when he had been
tasting nothing but the bitter draughts of fortune before,
must stir up an affection in a mind that had any sense of
gratitude; and truly just such was the effect that this lady's
civility had upon Mr. Duncan Campbell. He conceived
from that moment a very great affection for her; and resolved
to try whether he could gain her, which he had no
small grounds to hope, from the esteem which she appeared
to bear towards him already. I remember Mr. Dryden
makes a very beautiful observation of the near alliance there
is between the two passions of pity and love in a woman's
breast, in one of his plays. His words are these; For pity
still foreruns approaching love, as lightning does the thunder.
Mr. Bruyere, a most ingenious member of the French
Academy, has made another remark, which comes home to
our present purpose. He says, That many women love their
money better than their friends; but yet value their lovers
more than their money. According to the two reflections
of these fine writers upon the tempers of the fair, Mr.
Campbell had hopes enough to ground his courtship upon;
and it appeared so in the end, by his proving successful; she
from being a very liberal and friendly client, became at last
a most affectionate wife. He then began to be a housekeeper,
and accordingly took a little neat one, and very commodious
for his profession, in Monmouth-court. Here I
must take leave to make this observation; that if Mr. Campbell
inherited the talents of his second-sighted mother, he
seemed likewise to be an heir to his father, Mr. Archibald
Campbell, both in his strange and accidental sufferings by
sea, and likewise in his being relieved from them after as
accidental and strange a manner, by an unexpected marriage,
just like his father's. And here we return again to take a
new survey of him in the course of his public practice as a
predictor. The accounts I shall give of his actions here,
will be very various in their nature from any I have yet presented
to the reader; they are more mysterious in themselves,
and yet I shall endeavour to make the manner of his
operating in this kind as plain as I think I have the foregoing
ones, and then I flatter myself they must afford a fresh entertainment
for every reader that has any curiosity and a
good taste for things of so extraordinary a kind. For what
I have all along propounded to myself from the beginning
and in the progress to the end of this history, is to interweave
entertaining and surprising narratives of what Mr.
Campbell has done, with curious and instructive inquiries
into the nature of those actions, for which he has rendered
himself so singularly famous. It was not, therefore, suitable
to my purpose, to clog the reader with numerous adventures,
almost all of the same kind, but out of a vast number of
them to single some few of those that were most remarkable,
and that were mysteries, but mysteries of very different
sorts. I leave that method of swelling distorted and commented
trifles into volumes, to the writers of fable and
romance; if I was to tell his adventures, with regard, for
example, to women, that came to consult him, I might perhaps
have not only written the stories of eleven thousand
virgins that died maids, but have had relations to give of as
many married women and widows, and the work would have
been endless. All that I shall do therefore is to pick out one
particular, each of a different kind, that there may be variety
in the entertainment. Upon application to this dumb man,
one is told in the middle of her health, that she shall die at
such a time; another, that she shall sicken, and upon the
moment of her recovery, have a suitor and a husband; a
third, who is a celebrated beauty with a multitude of admirers
round about her, that she shall never become a wife;
a fourth, that is married, when she shall get rid of an uneasy
husband; a fifth, that hath lost her goods, who stole them,
where and when they shall be restored; a sixth, that is a
merchant, when he shall be undone, and how and when he
shall recover his losses, and be as great on the Exchange as
ever; a seventh, that is a gamester, which will be his winning,
and which his losing hour; an eighth, how he shall be
involved in a law-suit, and whether the suit will have an adverse
or a prosperous issue; a ninth, that is a woman, with
choice of lovers, which she shall be most happy with for life;
and so on to many others, where every prediction is perfectly
new and surprising, and differs from the other in almost
every circumstance. When a man has so extensive a genius
as this at foretelling the future occurrences of life, one narrative
of a sort is enough in conscience to present the reader
with, and several of each kind would not methinks be entertaining,
but tiresome; for he that can do one thing in these
kinds by the power of prediction, can do ten thousand; and
those who are obstinate in extenuating his talents, and calling
his capacity in question, and that will not be convinced by
one instance of his judgment, would not own the conviction
if ten thousand instances were given them. The best passages
I can recommend to their perusal are those where persons
who came purposely to banter him under the colour of consulting
him, and covered over their sly intentions with
borrowed disguises, and came in masquerades, found all the
jest turned upon themselves in the end, which they meant to
our famous predictor, and had the discouragement of seeing
their most concealed and deepest laid plots discovered, and
all their most witty fetches and wily contrivances defeated,
till they were compelled universally to acknowledge, that endeavouring
to impose upon the judgment of our seer by any
hidden artifice and cunning whatsoever, was effectually imposing
upon their own. His unusual talent in this kind was
so openly known, and so generally confessed, that his knowledge
was celebrated in some of the most witty weekly papers
that ever appeared in public. Isaac Bickerstaff, who diverted
all the beau monde, for a long space of time with his lucubrations,
takes occasion in several of his papers to applaud the
speculations of this dumb gentleman in an admirable vein of
pleasantry and humour, peculiar to the writer, and to the
subject he writ upon. And when that bright author, who
joined the uttermost facetiousness with the most solid improvements
of morality and learning in his works, laid aside
the title of a Tatler, and assumed the name of a Spectator
and censor of men's actions, he still, every now and then,
thought our Duncan Campbell a subject worthy enough to
employ his farther considerations upon. I must take notice
of one letter sent concerning him to the Spectator, in the
year 1712, which was at a time when a lady wanted him,
after he had removed from Monmouth-street to Drury-lane.
Mr. Spectator,—
About two years ago I was called upon by the younger
part of a country family, by my mother's side related to me, to
visit Mr. Campbell, the dumb man; for they told me that
was chiefly what brought them to town, having heard wonders
of him in Essex. I, who always wanted faith in such matters,
was not easily prevailed on to go; but lest they should
take it ill, I went with them, when, to my own surprise, Mr.
Campbell related all their past life; in short, had he not
been prevented, such a discovery would have come out, as
would have ruined their next design of coming to town, viz.,
buying wedding clothes. Our names, though he had never
heard of us before, and we endeavoured to conceal, were as
familiar to him as to ourselves. To be sure, Mr. Spectator, he
is a very learned and wise man. Being impatient to know my
fortune, having paid my respects in a family Jacobus, he
told me, after his manner, among several other things, that
in a year and nine months I should fall ill of a new fever, be
given over by my physicians, but should with much difficulty
recover; that the first time I took the air afterwards, I should
be addressed to by a young gentleman of a plentiful fortune,
good sense, and a generous spirit. Mr. Spectator, he is the
purest man in the world, for all he said is come to pass, and
I am the happiest she in Kent. I have been in quest of
Mr. Campbell these three months, and cannot find him out;
now hearing you are a dumb man too, I thought you
might correspond and be able to tell me something; for
I think myself highly obliged to make his fortune, as
he has mine. It is very possible your worship, who has
spies all over this town, can inform me how to send to him;
if you can, I beseech you be as speedy as possible, and you
will highly oblige your constant reader and admirer,
Dulcibella Thankley.
The Spectator's Answer.
Ordered, that the inspector I employ about wonders,
inquire at the Golden-lion opposite to the Half-moon tavern,
in Drury-lane, into the merit of this silent sage, and report
accordingly. Vide the 7th volume of Spectators, No. 474,
being on Wednesday, September the 3rd, 1712.
But now let us come to those passages of his life the most
surprising of all, during the time that he enjoyed this reputation,
and when he proved that he deserved the fame he
enjoyed. Let us take a survey of him while he is wonderfully
curing persons labouring under the misfortune of witchcraft,
of which the following story will be an eminent instance,
and likewise clear up how he came by his reputation
in Essex, as mentioned in the above-mentioned letter to the
Spectator.
In the year 1709, Susanna Johnson, daughter to one
Captain Johnson, who lived at a place adjacent to Rumford,
in Essex, going one morning to that town to buy butter at
the market, was met there by an old miserable looking
woman, just as she had taken some of her change of the
marketwoman, in copper, and this old woman rather demanded
than begged the gentlewoman to give her a penny.
Miss Johnson reputing her to be one of those hateful people
that are called sturdy beggars, refused it her, as thinking it
to be no act of charity, and that it would be rather gratifying
and indulging her impudence, than supplying or satisfying
her indigence. Upon the refusal, the old hag, with a face
more wrinkled still, if possible, by anger, than it was by age,
took upon her to storm at young Miss Johnson very loudly,
and to threaten and menace her; but when she found her
common threats and menaces were of no avail, she swore she
would be revenged of the young creature in so signal a
manner, that she should repent the denial of that penny
from her heart before she got home, and that it should cost
her many pounds to get rid of the consequences of that
denial and her anger. The poor innocent girl despised these
last words likewise, and, getting up on horseback, returned
homewards; but just as she got about half way, her horse
stopped, and no means that she could use would make him
advance one single step; but she stayed awhile, to see if
that would humour him to go on. At last the beast
began to grow unruly, and snorted and trembled as if
he had seen or smelt something that frightened him, and so
fell a kicking desperately, till he threw the girl from the
saddle, not being able to cling to it any longer, though a
pretty good horsewoman of her years; so much were the
horse's motions and plungings more than ordinarily violent.
As Providence would have it, she got not much harm by
the fall, receiving only a little bruise in the right shoulder;
but she was dreadfully frightened. This fear added wings
to her feet, and brought her home as speedily of herself as
she usually came on horseback. She immediately, without
any other sign of illness than the palid colour with which
fear had disordered the complexion of her face, alarmed all
the family at home with the story, took her bed upon it,
complained of inward rackings of the belly, and was never
at ease unless she lay doubled up together, her head to her
knees, and her heels to her rump, just like a figure of 8. She
could not be a single moment out of that posture without
shrieking out with the violence of anxious torments and
racking pains.
In this condition of misery, amidst this agony of suffering,
and in this double posture, was the poor wretched young
gentlewoman brought to town; physicians were consulted
about her, but in vain; she was carried to different hospitals
for assistance, but their endeavours likewise proved ineffectual;
at last she was conducted to the College of Physicians;
and even the collective wisdom of the greatest sages
and adepts in the science of physic was posed to give her
any prescription that would do her service, and relieve her
from the inexplicable malady she laboured under. The poor
incurable creature was one constant subject of her complaining
mother's discourse in every company she came
into. It happened at last, and very providentially truly,
that the mother was thus condoling the misfortune of her
child among five or six ladies, and telling them, among other
things, that by the most skilful persons she was looked upon
to be bewitched, and that it was not within the power of
physic to compass her recovery. They all having been acquainted
with our Mr. Duncan Campbell, unanimously advised
her to carry her daughter to his house, and consult
with him about her. The mother was overjoyed at these
tidings, and purposed to let no time slip where her child's
health was so deeply concerned. She got the ladies to go
with her and her child, to be eye-witnesses of so extraordinary
a piece of practice, and so eminent a trial of skill.
As soon as this dismal object was brought into his room,
Mr. Duncan Campbell lifted up her head and looked earnestly
in her face, and in less than a minute's time signified
to the company, that she was not only bewitched, but in as
dreadful a condition almost as the man that had a legion of
fiends within him.
At the reading of these words the unhappy creature raised
up her head, turned her eyes upwards, and a smile, a thing
she had been a stranger to for many months, overspread her
whole face, and such a kind of colour as is the flushing of
joy and gladness, and with an innocent tone of voice she
said, she now had a firm belief she should shortly be delivered.
The mother and the rest of the company were all
in tears, but Mr. Campbell wrote to them that they should
be of good heart, be easy and quiet for a few moments, and
they should be convinced that it was witchcraft, but happily
convinced by seeing her so suddenly well again. This
brought the company into pretty good temper; and a little
after, Mr. Campbell desired she might be led up stairs into
his chamber and left there alone with him for a little while;
this occasioned some small female speculation, and as much
mirth as their late sorrow, alleviated with the hopes of her
cure, would permit.
This you may be sure was but a snatch of mirth, just as
the nature of the thing would allow of; and all sorts of
waggery being laid instantly aside, and removed almost as
soon as conceived, the poor young thing was carried in that
double posture up stairs. She had not been much above
half an hour there, when by the help only of Mr. Campbell's
arm she was led down stairs, and descended into that roomful
of company as a miracle appearing in a machine from above;
she was led backward and forward in the room, while all
gazed at her for awhile with joyful astonishment, for no
arrow was ever more straight than she. Mr. Campbell then
prevailed with her to drink a glass of wine, and immediately
after she evacuated wind, which she had not done for some
months before, and found herself still more amended and
easy; and then the mother making Mr. Campbell some small
acknowledgment at that time, with the promise of more, and
her daughter giving thanks, and all the company commending
his skill, took their leaves and departed, with great demonstrations
of joy. I shall here, to cut the story short,
signify, that she came frequently afterwards to make her
testimonials of gratitude to him, and continues to enjoy her
health to this very day, at Greenwich, where she now lives,
and will at any time, if called upon, make oath of the truth
of this little history, as she told me herself with her own
mouth.
The next thing, therefore, it behoves me to do in this
chapter, is, to give some satisfactory account of magic, by
which such seeming mysterious cures and operations are
brought about.
This task I would perform in the most perspicuous and
most convincing manner I can; for magic, I know, is held
to be a very hard and difficult study by those learned, and
universally unlawful and diabolical by those unlearned, who
believe there is such a science attainable by human genius.
On the other hand, by some learned men, who believe there
is no such science, it is represented as an inconsistent system
of superstitions and chimeras; and again laughed at as such
by the unlearned, who are of an incredulous temper; what
I would therefore undertake to do in this place is to show
the learned men, who believe there is such an art, that the
attainment to a tolerable knowledge of the manner how
magical practices may be brought about, is no such difficult
matter as they have represented it to themselves; and by
doing this I shall make the system of it so plain, that while
the learned approve of it, the unlearned too, who are not of an
unbelieving kind, may understand clearly what I say; and
the learned men who have rejected this science as chimerical,
may be clearly convinced it is real; and then there is nothing
left but obstinate unbelieving ignorance, which I shall not
here pretend by arguments to lead into sense, but leave it to
the work of time. In fine, I will endeavour to induce men of
sense to say, that what has been accounted mysterious, is
delivered in a plain, easy, and convincing manner, and to
own that they approve, while men of the lower class of
understanding shall confess and acknowledge that they themselves
understand it; and that what has hitherto been represented
as arduous and difficult to a great genius, is adapted and
rendered not only clear, but familiar to persons of middling
talents. In this work, therefore, I shall follow the strictest
order I can, which of all things render a discourse upon any
subject the most clear; and that it may be plain to the commonest
capacity, I will first set down what order I intend to
follow.
First, I will speak of magic in general.
Secondly, Of magic under its several divisions and subdivisions.
Thirdly, Concerning the object of art, as it is good or
bad.
Fourthly, Of the persons exercising that art in either capacity,
of good or bad, and by what means they become
capacitated to exercise it.
In the fifth place, I shall come to the several objections
against the art of magic, and the refutation of those objections.
The first objection shall be against the existence of good
and bad spirits; the refutation of which will consist in my
proving the existence of spirits, both good and bad, by reason
and by experience.
The second objection that will be brought, is to contain an
allegation that there are no such persons as witches now,
and an argument to support that allegation, drawn from the
incapacity and impossibility of any thing's making, while itself
is incarnate, a contract with a spirit. This objection
will be answered by proving the reality of witches from
almost universal experience, and by explaining rationally the
manner how the devils hold commerce with witches; which
explanation is backed and authorised by the opinion of the
most eminent divines, and the most learned physicians.
From hence, sixthly and lastly, We shall conclude on the
side of the good magic, that as there are witches on the one
hand that may afflict and torment persons with demons, so on
the other hand there are lawful and good magicians that may
cast out demons from people that are possessed with them.
And first as to magic in general. Magic consists in the
spirit by faith, for faith is that magnet of the magicians by
which they draw spirits to them, and by which spirits they
do great things, that appear like miracles.
Secondly, Magic is divided into three sorts, viz., divine,
natural, and diabolical. And natural magic is again subdivided
into two kinds, simple and compound; and natural
compound magic is again likewise divided into two kinds,
viz., natural-divine magic, and natural-diabolical magic.
Now, to give the reader a clear and a distinct notion of each
several species of magic here mentioned, I set down the
following definitions: Divine magic is a celestial science, in
which all operations that are wonderfully brought about, are
performed by the Spirit of God. Natural magic is a science
in which all the mysterious acts that are wrought, are compassed
by natural spirits. But as this natural magic may be
exercised about things either in a manner indifferent in
themselves, or mere morally good, and then it is mere natural
magic; or else about things theologically good, and transcendently
bad; and then it is not merely and natural magic,
but mixed and compound. If natural magic be exercised
about the most holy operations, it is then mixed with the
divine, and may then be called, not improperly, natural-divine
magic. But if natural magic troubles itself about
compassing the wickedest practices, then is it promiscuous
with the demoniacal, and may not improperly be called
natural-diabolical magic.
Thirdly, The object of this art is doing wonders out of
the ordinary appearing course of nature, which tend either
to great good or bad, by the help and mediation of spirits
good and bad.
Fourthly, As to the persons exercising that art in either
way, whether good or bad, and by what means they become
capacitated to act it, the notion of this may be easily deduced
from the notions of the art itself, as considered above
in its each different species; for as all magic consists in a
spirit, every magician acts by a spirit.
Divine magicians, that are of God, are spoke of in the
sacred Book, and therefore I shall not mention the passages
here, but pass them over, as I ought in a book like this,
with a profound and reverential silence, as well as the other
passages which speak of natural and demoniacal magicians;
and in all I shall speak of them in this place, I shall only
speak of them with regard to human reason and experience,
and conclude this head with saying, that natural magicians
work all things by the natural spirits of the elements; but
that witches and demoniacal magicians, as Jannes and
Jambres in Egypt were, work their magical performances
by the spirit of demons, and it is by the means of these
different spirits that these different magicians perform their
different operations.
These things thus distinctly settled and explained, it is now
we must come and ground the dispute between those who
believe there are no such things as magicians of any kind,
and those who assert there are of all the kinds above specified.
Those who contend there are, have recourse to experience,
and relate many well-witnessed narratives, to prove that
there have been in all times, and that there are still, magicians
of all these kinds. But those who contend that there
are no such persons, will give no ear to what the others call
plain experience; they call the stories, let whatever witnesses
appear to justify them, either fabulous legends invented
by the authors, or else tricks of intellectual legerdemain
imposed by the actors, upon the relators of those actions.
Since, therefore, they say, though the believers in
magic brag of experience never so much, it may be but a
fallible experience; they reasonably desire to know whether
these gentlemen that stand for magic can answer the objections
which they propose, to prove that the practice of magic,
according to the system laid down, is inconsistent with reason,
before they will yield their assent. Let the stories be never
so numerous, appear never so credible, these unbelieving
gentlemen desire to be tried by reason, and aver till that
reason is given they will not be convinced by the number of
stories, because, though numerous, they are stories still;
neither will they believe them because they appear credible,
because seeming so is not being so, and appearances, though
never so fair, when they contradict reason, are not to be
swallowed down with an implicit faith as so many realities.
And thus far, no doubt, the gentlemen who are on the unbelieving
side are very much in the right of it. The learned
gentlemen, on the other hand, who are persuaded of this
mighty mysterious power being lodged in the hands of magicians,
answer, that they will take upon them to refute the
most subtle objections brought by the learned unbelievers, and
to reconcile the practicability of magical mysteries by the capacity
of men who study that art, to right rules and laws of
reasoning, and to show that some stories, though never so
prodigious, which are told of magicians, demand the belief
of wise men on two accounts; because as experience backs
reason on the one hand, reason backs experience on the other,
and so the issue of the whole argument, whether there are
magicians or not, is thrown upon both experience and
reason. These arguments on each side, I shall draw up
fairly pro and con; for I do not pretend to be the inventor of
them myself, they belong to other authors many years ago;
be it enough for me to boast of, if I can draw them up in a
better and closer form together than they have yet appeared
in. In that I take upon myself a very great task; I erect
myself as it were into a kind of a judge; I will sum up the
evidences on both sides, and I shall, wherever I see occasion,
intimate which side of the argument bears the most weight
with me; but when I have enforced my opinion as far as I
think needful, my readers, like a jury, are still at liberty to
bring in their verdict just as they themselves shall see fit;
and this naturally leads me where I promised to come to in the
fifth part of this discourse, to the several objections against
the power of art magic, and the refutation of those objections.
The First Objections being against the Existence of Spirits, and the
Refutations thereof.
The first objection which they who reject magic make use
of, is, denying that there are any such things as spirits, about
which, since those who defend the art say it entirely exerciseth
itself, the objectors contend, that if they can make out
that there are no such beings as spirits, all pretensions to the
art must be entirely groundless, and for the future exploded.
To make this part out, that there are no spirits, the first
man they produce on their side is undoubtedly one of very
great credit and authority, inasmuch as he has justly borne
for many centuries the title of a prince of philosophers. They
say that Aristotle in his book de Mundo, reasons thus against
the existence of spirits, viz., That since God can do all things
of himself, he doth not stand in need of ministering angels
and demons. A multitude of servants showing the weakness
of a prince.
The gentlemen who defend the science make this reply,
they allow the credit and authority of Aristotle as much as
the objectors; but as the objectors themselves deny all
the authorities for the spirits, and desire that reason may
be the only ground they go upon, so the refuters, on their
parts desire, that Aristotle's ipse dixit may not be absolutely
passed upon them for argument; but that his words may be
brought to the same touchstone of reason, and proved if
they are standard. If this argument, say they, will hold
good, Aristotle should not suppose intelligences moving the
celestial spheres; for God sufficeth to move all without ministering
spirits; nor would there be need of a sun in the
world, for God can enlighten all things by himself, and so
all second causes were to be taken away; therefore, there
are angels and ministering spirits in the world, for the
majesty of God, not for his want of them, and for order, not
for his omnipotency. And here if the objectors return and
say, who told you that there are spirits; Is not yours a precarious
hypothesis? May not we have leave to recriminate
in this place? Pray, who told Aristotle that there were intelligences
that moved the celestial spheres? Is not this
hypothesis as precarious as any man may pretend that of
spirits to be? And we believe there are few philosophers
at present who agree with Aristotle in that opinion; and we
dare pronounce this to be ours, that Aristotle took his intelligences
from the Hebrews, who went according to the
same whimsical, though pretty notion, which first gave rise
to the fiction of the nine muses. But more than all this, it
is a very great doubt among learned men, whether this book
de Mundo be Aristotle's or no.
The next thing the objectors bring against the existence
of spirits, is, that it is nonsense for men to say that there are
such beings of which it is impossible for a man to have any
notion, and they insist upon it that it is impossible for any
man to form an idea of a spiritual substance. As to this
part, the defendants rejoin, that they think our late most judicious
Mr. Locke, in his elaborate and finished Essay on the
Human Understanding, has fairly made out, that men have as
clear a notion of a spiritual substance as they have of any corporeal
substance, matter, or body; and that there is as much
reason for admitting the existence of the one, as of the other;
for that if they admit the latter, it is but humour in them to
deny the former. It is in book the 2nd, chap. 29, where he
reasons thus: "If a man will examine himself concerning
his notion of pure substance in general he will find he has
no other idea of it, but only a supposition of he knows not
what support of such quality which are capable of producing
simple ideas in us, which qualities are commonly called accidents.
Thus, if we talk or think of any particular sort of
corporeal substance, as horse, stone, &c., though the idea we
have of either of them be but the complication or collection
of those several simple ideas, or sensible qualities which we
use to find united in the thing called horse, or stone; yet because
we cannot conceive how they should subsist alone, not
one in another, we suppose them to exist in, and be supported
by some common subject; which support we denote
by the name of substance, though it be certain we have no
clear or distinct idea of that thing we suppose a support.
The same happens concerning the operations of our mind,
viz., thinking, reasoning, and fearing, &c., which we concluding
not to subsist of themselves, and not apprehending
how they can belong to body, we are apt to think these the
actions of some substance which we call spirit; whereby it
is evident, that having no other notion of matter, but something
wherein those many sensible qualities which affect our
senses do subsist, by supposing a substance wherein thinking,
knowing, doubting, and a power of moving, &c., do subsist,
we have as clear a notion of the nature or substance of spirit,
as we have of body: the one being supposed to be, without
knowing what is, the substratum to those simple ideas which
we have from without; and the other supposed, with a like
ignorance of what it is, to be the substratum of these operations
which we experiment in ourselves within. It is plain,
then, that the idea of corporeal substance in matter, is as remote
from our conceptions and apprehensions as that of spiritual
substance, and therefore from our not having any notion
of the substance of spirit, we can no more conclude its not
existence, than we can for the same reason deny the existence
of body; it being as rational to affirm there is no body, because
we cannot know its essence, as it is called, or have
the idea of the substance of matter, as to say, there is no
spirit, because we know not its essence, or have no idea of a
spiritual substance." Mr. Locke also, comparing our idea of
spirit with our idea of body, thinks there may seem rather
less obscurity in the former than the latter. Our idea of
body he takes to be an extended solid substance, capable of
communicating motion by impulse; and our idea of soul is a
substance that thinks, and has a power of exciting motion in
body by will or thought. Now, some perhaps will say they
comprehend a thinking thing, which perhaps is true; but, he
says, if they consider it well, they can no more comprehend
an extended thing; and if they say, they know not what it
is thinks in them, they mean they know not what the substance
is of that thinking thing; no more, says he, do they
know what the substance is of that solid thing; and if they
say they know how not how they think, he says, neither do
they know how they are extended, how the solid parts are
united, or where to make extension, &c.
The learned Monsieur le Clerc, who generally knows how
far human reason can bear, argues consonantly to what is
before delivered by Mr. Locke, in his Coronis, added to the
end of the fourth volume of his Philosophical Works, in the
third edition of them, where he writes as followeth:—
"When we contemplate the corporeal nature, we can see
nothing in it but extension, divisibility, solidity, mobility,
and various determinations of quantity, or figures; which
being so, it were a rash thing, and contrary to the laws of
right reasoning, to affirm other things of bodies; and consequently
from mere body nothing can be deduced by us,
which is not joined in a necessary connection with the said
properties; therefore those who have thought the properties
of perceiving by sense, of understanding, willing, imagining,
remembering, and others the like, which have no affinity
with corporeal things, to have risen from the body, have
greatly transgressed in the method of right reasoning and
philosophising, which hath been done by Epicurus, and those
who have thought as he did, having affirmed our minds to
be composed of corporeal atoms: but whence shall we say
they have had their rise? truly, they do not owe their rise
to matter, which is wholly destitute of sense and thought,
nor are they spontaneously sprung up from nothing, it being
an ontological maxim of most evident truth, that nothing
springs from nothing."
Having thus given the reader the first objections made
against the existence of spirits, and the refutations thereof,
I must now frankly own on which side my opinion leans;
and for my part, it seems manifest to me that there are two
beings; we conceive very plainly and distinctly, viz., body
and spirit, and that it would be as absurd and ridiculous to
deny the existence of the one as of the other; and really, if
the refuters have got the better in their way of reasoning,
they have still a much greater advantage over the objectors,
when they come to back these reasons with fresh arguments
drawn from experience. Of this, there having been many
undoubted narratives given in the foregoing pages, concerning
the apparitions of spirits, I shall refer the reader
back again to them, and only subjoin here one or two instances,
which may, if required, be proved upon oath, of
spirits seen by two persons of our Duncan Campbell's own
acquaintance. In the year 1711, one Mrs. Stephens and her
daughter were together with Mr. Campbell, at the house of
Mr Ramell, a very great and noted weaver at Haggerstone,
where the rainy weather detained them till late at night.
Just after the clock struck twelve, they all of them went to
the door to see if the rain had ceased, being extremely desirous
to get home. As soon as ever they had opened the
door and where all got together, there appeared before them
a thing all in white, the face seemed of a dismal palid hue,
but the eyes thereof fiery and flaming, like beacons, and of a
saucer size. It made its approaches to them till it came up
within the space of about three yards of them, there it fixed
and stood like a figure agaze, for some minutes; and they
all stood likewise stiff, like the figure, frozen with fear, motionless,
and speechless; when all of a sudden it vanished
from their eyes, and that apparition to the sight was succeeded
by a noise, or the appearance of a noise, like
that which is occasioned by the fighting of twenty mastiff
dogs.
Not long after, Mrs. Anne Stephens, who lived in Spitalfields,
a woman well known by her great dealings with
mercers upon Ludgate-hill, sitting in her house alone, and
musing upon business, happened by accident to look behind
her, and saw a dead corpse, to her thinking, lie extended
upon the floor, just as a dead corpse should be, excepting
that the foot of one leg was fixed on the ground, as it is in a
bed when one lies with one knee up; she looked at it a long
while, and by degrees at last stole her eyes from so unpleasing
and unexpected an object. However, a strange kind of
a curiosity overcame her fears, and she ventured a second
time to turn her head that way, and saw it, as before, fixed
for a considerable time longer, but durst not stir from her
seat; she again withdrew her eyes from the horrible and
melancholy spectacle, and resumed the courage, after a little
reflection, of viewing it again, and resolved to ascertain herself
if the vision was real, by getting up from her seat and
going to it, but upon this third retrospection she found it
vanished. This relation she writ down to Mr. Duncan
Campbell, and has told before Mrs. Ramell, her own sister,
and many other very creditable persons. Now as to these
arguments from experience, I shall also deliver my opinion;
I dispute not but that learned men, who have obstinate prepossessions,
may produce plausible arguments why all things
should be thought to be done by imposture which seem
strange to them, and interfere with their belief; and truly
thus far their humour may be indulged, that if only one
person relates a very strange and surprising story, a man
may be more apt to think it is possible for that person to lie,
than that so strange a relation should be true; but if a considerable
number of persons, of several countries, several
religious, several professions, several ages, and those persons
looked upon to be of as great sagacity as any the country
afford, agree in relations of the same kind, thought very
strange and are ready to vouch the truth of them upon oath,
after having well considered circumstances, I think it a
violation of the law of nature to reject all these relations as
fabulous, merely upon a self-presuming conceit, unless a man
can fairly show the things to be impossible, or can demonstrate
wherein those persons were imposed on; for from
hence I form the following conclusive argument. What is
possible according to reason, grows probable according to
belief; where the possibility is attested to have reduced
itself into action by persons of known credit and integrity.
Now, not only the possibility of the existence of spirits, but
the actual existence thereof is proved above by logical
demonstration; therefore are we to believe both by the
course of logical reason and moral faith, that those existences
have appeared to men of credit, who have attested the
reality thereof upon oath.
Second Objection against the Existence of Witches.
These objectors go on to say, that provided they should
allow there is an existence of spirits, yet that would be still
no argument how magic should subsist, because they deny
that it is impossible for a man in his body to have a commerce,
much less make a contract, with spirits; but here
again the refuters allege they have both experience and
reason on their sides. As a joint argument of reason and
experience, they tell you, that the numerous witches which
have in all countries been arraigned and condemned upon
this occasion, are evident testimonies of this commerce and
contract being held and made with spirits. They pretend to
say, that these objectors call not their, the refuters, judgment
so much in question, who contend that there is a magic
art, as they call in question the judgment of all the wisest
legislative powers in Christendom, who have universally
agreed in enacting penal laws against such capital offenders.
But here the objectors return and say, that it being impossible
for us to show the manner how such a contract
should be made, we can never, but without reason, believe
a thing to be, of which we can form no perfect idea. The
refuters, on the other hand, reply with the learned Father
le Brune, it is manifest that we can see but two sorts of
beings, spirits and bodies; and that since we can reason but
according to our ideas, we ought to ascribe to spirits what
cannot be produced by bodies. Indeed the author of the
Republic of Learning, in the month of August, anno 1686,
has given us a rough draught for writing a good tract of
witchcraft, which he looks upon as a desideratum; where
among other things, he writes thus: Since this age is the
true time of systems, one should be contrived concerning the
commerce that may be betwixt demons and men.
On this passage Father le Brune writes thus: "Doubtless
here the author complies with the language of a great many
persons, who, for want of attention and light, would have us
put all religion in systems. Whatever regard I ought to
have for many of those persons, I must not be afraid to say,
that there is no system to be made of those truths, which we
ought to learn distinctly by faith, because we must advance
nothing here, but what we receive from the oracle. We
must make a system to explain the effects of the loadstone,
the ebbing and flowing of the sea, the motion of the planets;
for that the cause of these effects is not evidently signified to
us, and many may be conceived by us; and to determine us,
we have need of a great number of observations, which by
an exact induction may lead us to a cause that may satisfy
all the phenomena. It is not the same in the truths of
religion, we come not at them by groping, it were to be
wished men spoke not of them, but after a decisive and infallible
authority. It is thus we should speak of the power
of demons, and of the commerce they have with men; it is
of faith, that they have power, and that they attack men,
and try to seduce them divers ways. It is true, indeed,
they are sometimes permitted to have it over the just, though
they have it not ordinarily, but over those that want faith,
or fear not to partake of their works; and that to the last
particularly, the disordered intelligences try to make exactly
succeed what they wish; inspiring them to have recourse to
certain practices by which those seducing spirits enter into
commerce with men." Thus far Father le Brune. But still
these objectors demand to know by what means this commerce
may be held between demons and men, and urge us
to describe the manner; or pretend that they have still
reason to refuse coming into the belief of a thing which we
would impose upon them, though wholly ignorant of it ourselves;
to that the refuters answer thus; that both Christian
divines and physicians agree as to the manner how, which
they are so curious in inquiring after, that demons stir up
raptures and ecstacies in men, binding or loosing the exterior
senses, and that either by stopping the pores of the
brain, so that the spirits cannot pass forth, as it is done
naturally by sleep, or by recalling the sensitive spirits from
the outward senses to the inward organs, which he there
retains; so the Devil renders women witches ecstatical
and magicians, who while they lie fast asleep in one place,
think they have been in divers places, and done many things.
This the learned objectors say proceeds from no demon, but
from the disease called an epilepsy; but, on the other hand,
the more learned refuters insist upon it, that these ecstacies
are not epileptic seizures; this, say they, appears from
Bodin, in his Theatre of Universal Nature, where he says,
That those who are wrapped by the Devil, feel neither
stripes nor cuttings, nor no wresting of their limbs, nor
burning tortures, nor the application of a red hot iron; nay,
nor is the beat of the pulse, nor the motion of the heart perceived
in them; but afterwards, returning to themselves,
they feel most bitter pains of the wounds received, and tell
of things done at six hundred miles' distance, and affirm
themselves to have seen them done. The ingenious Dr. Ader,
makes an admirable physical distinction between this kind
of ecstacy and a syncope, or stupor caused by narcotic
medicines. Sennertus, in his Institutio Medica, writes of
the demoniacal sopor of witches, who think they are carried
through the air, dance, feast, and have copulation with the
devil, and do other things in their sleep, and afterwards
believe the same things waking. Now, he says, whether
they are really so carried in the air, &c., or being in a profound
sleep, or only dream they are so carried, and persist
in that opinion after they are awake, these facts or dreams
cannot be natural; for it cannot be that there should be so
great an agreement in dreams, of persons differing in place,
temperament, age, sex, and studies, that in one night, and
at the same hour, they should, in concert, dream of one and
the same such meeting, and should agree as to the place,
number, and quality of the persons, and the like circumstances;
but such dreams are suggested from a preternatural
cause, viz., from the devil to his confederate, by the divine
permission of an Almighty power, where punishments are to
be permitted to be inflicted upon reprobate sinners.
Whence also, to those witches, sincerely converted, and
refusing to be any more present at those diabolical meetings,
those dreams no longer happen, which is a proof that they
proceeded not before from a natural cause.
Here begins the great point of the dispute as to that
branch of magic which we call natural magic. The objectors
may tell us, that they will freely own that there may
be an existence of spirits, that there may be an existence of
witches, that by a divine power men may be influenced so
far as to have a communication with good spirits, and that
from thence they may become spiritual-divine magicians,
they will likewise, perhaps, as freely grant, that by the intervention
of a demon, things preternatural may be brought
about by persons who have studied the demoniacal magic;
but then what they principally insist upon is, that it must be
contradictory to all human reason to imagine that there can
be such a thing as natural magicians; and thus far they
may form their argument. They say, that the persons, who
contend for the magic art, own, that all that is brought
about by magic, is by the assistance and help of a spirit, and
that consequently what is effected by it must be preternatural;
now, they say, it is a thing inconsistent, by a
natural power, to bring about a preternatural effect; therefore,
there can be no such thing as natural magic, which has
within itself the efficacy of destroying those acts done by
magicians in the diabolical.
To this the refuters take leave to reply, that the foundation
upon which the argument is built is wrong grounded; they
have admitted that, in diabolical art magic, there may be a
commerce held between men and spirits, by which several
preternatural effects may be brought about; and the reason
they assign for it there is, because there is a preternatural
agent concerned therein, the devil; but then, say
they, in natural magic you can pretend to no such agent,
and therefore to no such preternatural effect. This
argument contains within it two fallacies; first, as to
the commerce held between a man and a demon, there
is nothing preternatural in getting the acquaintance;
the will of the man is entirely natural, either naturally good,
or naturally corrupted; the black spirit that converseth with
him, it is acknowledged is not so, but it is from the will of
the man, not from the power vested in the devil, that the
acquaintance first grows, therefore the acquaintance itself is
natural, though it arises from the last corruption and depravations
of nature; but being made with a preternatural
existence, though the cause of the acquaintance be corruptedly
natural, yet the intermediate cause or means after
that acquaintance is not so, and therefore the effect of that
intermediate cause may be wonderful, and seem to be out of
the ordinary course of nature. Now, since it is generally
allowed that there are natural spirits of the elements, as well
as divine and infernal, what we have to prove is only this,
that man by natural magic may have a commerce with
natural spirits of their elements, as witches may have with
the spirits or demons. Now, as we said before, the commerce
itself depends upon the will of the person, and is
therefore natural, and consequently may as well subsist
between the one as the other; for the devil cannot force a
man to hold a commerce with him whether he will or no.
The second fallacy is calling the effect preternatural, no
otherwise than as it connotates the agent that brought it
about, which is a spiritual agent; for the effect is, in itself
considered, natural, and brought about by second causes
that are natural, by the devil's penetration, who is subtle
enough to make use of them for such and such ends. Now
men, by natural spirits, which are of a faculty thoroughly
subtle, may as well with natural second causes compass the
remedy of an evil spirit, as the devil is able to infect men
with it. From these speculations a farther plain consequence
may be deduced, how a man may, by the pure force
of natural magic, cure a person that is infested with evils by
a demon; for how is it that a demon infests anybody with
his evil motions? It is true, he is a preternatural agent,
but the evil effect he does is brought about by natural
causes. For how does a demon stir up raptures or ecstacies
in men? Why he does it, as we are told above, by binding
or loosing the exterior senses, by stopping the pores of the
brain, so that the spirits cannot pass forth; and this the art
of physic can compass by its drugs, and sleep causes the
same thing very naturally of itself; therefore, as the evil
itself is natural, the remedy, that is natural, will certainly
overcome it. But then, say you, why cannot those persons
be cured by physicians? I answer, not because their remedies
are not in themselves sufficient to cure the evils themselves,
but because generally physicians do not administer
their drugs as Christians, but as physicians; and when
they prescribe them to the sick they generally prescribe to
them only purely considered as patients, not as Christians,
and therein they come to fail; because the agent, the devil,
is a subtle spirit, that brings the evil, and alters its situation
before the remedy, which would master it otherwise, can
take any effect; which agent, the devil, is employed by the
horrible and impious faith of the antiphysician, viz., the black
magician; but if the physician would act the Christian at
the same time, so far as to have a faith that things ordained
in the course of nature for the good of man, would have its
effects in spite of a devil, if taken with a good faith by the
patient; that all good things ordained to be for the natural
recovery of men, if they took it with thankfulness to the
sender, would have due effect; why then the natural spirits
of the elements would resist the farther agency of the demoniacal
spirit, and then nothing but the natural evil,
caused at first by the demon, remaining in the person,
without the farther superintendency of the demon, might
demonstratively be taken away by the mere natural remedy
or medicine. And thus good and pious physicians, making
use of such proper remedies as their skill teaches them, and
having an honest faith, that the goods of nature intended for
the use and benefit of man, if received by the patient with
the same good faith, is above the power of the devil to frustrate,
may not improperly be called natural magicians.
These arguments of mine I shall now take leave to back by
experience.
Besides, what we have urged from reason, concerning the
power of natural magic, we shall only subjoin, that divines
themselves hold that natural magic, and also natural divinations
and prophecies, are proved by quotations from that
venerable writ which is their guide; and bring proofs from
the same also, that by natural magic demons are also cast
forth, but not all kinds of demons, and so many works of
efficacy are wrought by natural magic: they tell you, such
was the Pythonissa that raised the apparition to Saul, which
appeared in a body of wind and air. Thus, if a person by
natural magic should cast out demons, it does not follow
that this was also from divine magic; and if demons are
cast out by natural magic, by one that is in the fear of God,
it does not follow that he is a true magician of God; but if
it exorbitates to demoniacal, then it is condemned: and
when natural magic keeps within its bounds, the divines tell
us it is not condemned in the venerable book, which is the
Christian's sure guide. But, inasmuch as the lawfulness
even of natural magic has been called in question by others,
I shall, in an Appendix joined to this treatise, examine that
matter, both according to the reasons of our English laws,
and according to the best stated rules of casuistry that I am
a master of; still submitting my judgment to the superior
judgment of those who are professed divines and lawyers;
and if my opinions prove erroneous, I am willing to retract
them; and therefore, in this place, there remains nothing
farther for me to do, but only, as I have shown, on the one
hand, how natural magic, and its powerful operations, are
proved by reason, to show, on the other hand, how far
reason in these cases is likewise backed and supported by
well-evidenced practice, and notorious experience. And to
do this, after having mentioned one memorable instance,
which I refer the reader to in the body of the book, concerning
the performances of Mr. Greatrix, to which a Lord
Orrery was a witness, in Ireland; I shall, to avoid prolixity,
bring the other testimonials of practice, from the success
which our Duncan Campbell himself has had in this way on
other occasions.
In the year 1713, lived in Fenchurch-street, one Mr.
Coates, a tobacco-merchant, who had been for many years
sorely tormented in his body, and had had recourse for a
cure to all the most eminent physicians of the age, even up
to the great Dr. Ratcliff himself; but all this mighty application
for relief was still in vain; each doctor owned him a
wonder and a mystery to physic, and left him as much a
wonder as they found him. Neither could the professors of
surgery guess at his ailment, or resolve the riddle of his distemper;
and after having spent, from first to last, above a
thousand pounds in search of proper remedies, they found
the search ineffectual; the learned all agreed that it could
proceed from nothing else than witchcraft; they had now
indeed guessed the source of his illness, but it was an illness
of such a kind that, when they had found it out, they
thought themselves not the proper persons to prescribe to
him any remedies. That task was reserved, it seems, for
our Duncan Campbell, who, upon somebody's information or
other, was sent for to the bewitched patient Mr. Coates, who
found him the wonder that the others had left him, but did
wonders in undertaking and compassing his cure. I remember,
one of the ingredients made use of was boiling his
own water, but I cannot tell how it was used; and, upon
turning over the books of some great physicians since, I have
found, that they themselves have formerly delivered that as
one part of the prescriptions for the cure of patients in like
cases. But as there are other things which Mr. Campbell
performs, that seem to require a mixture of the second-sight,
and of this natural magic, before they can be brought about,
I will entertain the reader with one or two passages of that
sort likewise, and so conclude the history of this so singular
a man's life and adventures.
In the year 1710, a gentlewoman lost about six pounds'
worth of Flanders lace, and inasmuch as it was a present
made to her husband, she was concerned as much as if it
had been of twenty times the value; and a lady of her acquaintance
coming to visit her, to whom she unfolded, among
other things in discourse, this little disaster, the lady, smiling,
replied with this question, Did you never hear, madam, of
Mr. Duncan Campbell? It is but making your application
to him, things that are lost are immediately found; the
power of his knowledge exceeds even the power of laws;
they but restrain, and frighten, and punish robbers, but he
makes thieves expiate their guilt by the more virtuous way
of turning restorers of the goods they have stolen. Madam,
rejoined the losing gentlewoman, you smile when you tell
me this; but really, as much a trifle as it is, since it was a
present to my husband, I cannot help being sensibly concerned
at it, a moment's disappointment to him in the least
thing in nature, creates in me a greater uneasiness than the
greatest disappointment to my single self could do in things
of moment and importance. What makes me smile, said
the lady, when I speak of it, or think of it, is the oddness
and peculiarity of this man's talent in helping one to such
things; but, without the least jest, I assure you, that I know,
by experience, these things come within the compass of his
knowledge; and I must seriously tell you, for your farther
satisfaction, that he has helped me, and several of my friends, to
the finding again things lost, which were of great value.
And is this, without laughing, true? said the losing fair, very
gravely and demurely, like a person half believing, and desirous
to be fully confirmed in such a belief. The lady she
advised with did then ascertain her of the truth of the
matter, alleging that, for a single half-guinea, he would inform
her of her things, and describe the person that conveyed
them away. No sooner was this gentlewoman convinced,
but she was eager for the trial; solicited her friend
to conduct her to Mr. Campbell, and, upon the first word of
consent, she was hooded and scarfed immediately, and they
coached it away in a trice to Mr. Campbell's house, whom
they luckily found within.
The ladies had not been long seated before he wrote down
the name of this new client of his, exactly as it was, viz.,
Mrs. Saxon. Then she was in good hopes, and with much
confidence propounded to him the question about the lace.
He paused but a very little while upon the matter, before he
described the person that took it, and satisfied her that in
two or three days she would be mistress of her lace again,
and find it in some book, or corner of her room. She presented
him a half-guinea, and was very contentedly going
away, but Mr. Campbell very kindly stopped her, and signified
to her, that, if she had no more to offer to him, he
had something of more importance to reveal to her. She
sat full of expectation while he wrote this new matter; and
the paper he delivered to her contained the following account:
As for the loss of a little bit of lace, it is a mere
trifle; you have lost a great many hundreds of pounds,
which your aunt (naming her name) left you, but you are
bubbled out of that large sum. For while you was artfully
required down stairs about some pretended business or other,
one Mr. H—tt—n, conveyed your aunt's Will out of the
desk, and several other things of value; and writing down
the names of all the persons concerned, which put Mrs.
Saxon in a great consternation, he concluded this paper,
with bidding her go home with a contented mind, she should
find her lace in a few days; and as she found that prediction
proved true, she should afterwards come and consult
about the rest.
When she came home, it seems, big at first with the
thoughts of what she had been told, she rifled and ransacked
every corner, but no lace was to be met with; all the next
day she hunted in the like manner, but frightened the whole
time as if she thought the devil was the only person could
bring it, but all to no purpose; the third day her curiosity
abated, she gave over the hopes of it, and took the prediction
as a vain delusion, and that what she gave for it was
only more money thrown away after what had been lost
before. That very day, as it commonly happens in such
cases, when she least dreamt of it, she lighted on it by accident
and surprise. She ran with it in her hand immediately
to her husband, and now she had recovered it again,
told him of the loss of it, and the whole story of her having
been at Mr. Campbell's about it; and then, amplifying the
discourse about what he had told her besides, as to more
considerable affairs, she said she resolved to go and consult
him a little farther about them, and begged her husband to
accompany her. He would fain have laughed her out of
that opinion and intent, but the end was, she persuaded him
into it, and prevailed upon him to seem at least very serious
about the matter, and go with her to the oracle, assuring
him there was no room for doubting the same success.
Well, to Mr. Campbell's they accordingly came; and after
Mr. Saxon, in deference to his wife's desire, had paid our
predictor a handsome complement of gold, Mr. Duncan
Campbell saluted him in as grateful a manner, with the assurance
that there was in Kent a little country house, with
some lands appertaining to it, that was his in right of his
wife; that he had the house, as it were, before his eyes, that
though he had never substantially seen it, nor been near the
place where it stood, he had seen it figuratively as if in
exact painting and sculpture; that particularly it had four
green trees before the door, from whence he was positive,
that if Mr. Saxon went with him in quest of it, he
should find it out, and know it as well the moment he come
near it, as if he had been an inhabitant in it all his life.
Mr. Saxon, though somewhat of an unbeliever, yet must
naturally wish to find it true, you may be sure, and yet
partly doubting the event, and partly pleased with the visionary
promise of a fortune he never expected, laughed
very heartily at the oddness of the adventure, and said he
would consider whether it would not savour too much of
Quixotism, to be at the expense of a journey on such frolics,
and on such a chimerical foundation of airy hopes, and that
then he would call again and let Mr. Campbell know his
mind upon that point.
In every company he came into, it served for laughter and
diversion; they all, however, agreed it was worth his while,
since the journey would not be very expensive, to go it by
way of frolic. His wife, one morning, saying that she did
remember some talk of a house, and such things as Mr.
Campbell had described, put him forward upon the adventure;
and upon Mr. Saxon's proposing it to his brother
Barnard, Mr. Barnard favoured the proposal as a joke, and
agreed upon the country ramble. They came on horseback
to Mr. Campbell's with a third horse, on which the dumb
predictor was mounted, and so on they jogged into Kent, towards
Sevenoaks, being the place which he described. The
first day they set out was on a Saturday morning in June,
and about five that afternoon they arrived at the Black Bull,
at Sevenoaks, in Kent. It being a delicate evening, they
took an agreeable walk up a fine hill, gracefully adorned
with woods, to an old seat of the Earl of Dorset. Meeting
by the way with an old servant of the earl, one Perkin, he
offered Mr. Barnard, who it seems was his old acquaintance,
to give them all a sight of the fine ancient seat.
After they had pleased themselves with viewing the antique
nobility of that stately structure, this Perkin went back
with them to their inn, the Bull, at Sevenoaks. They that
could talk, were very merry in chat; and the dumb gentleman,
who saw them laugh and wear all the signs of
alacrity in their countenances, was resolved not to be behind
with their tongues, and by dint of pen, ink, and paper, that
he made signs should be brought in, was resolved, if one
might be said to crack without noise, to crack his jest as well
as the best of them; for it may be truly said of him, that he
seldom comes into any, even diverting company, where he is
not the most diverting man there, and the head, though we
cannot call him the mouth, of the cheerful society. After
having eyed this Perkin a little, and being grown, by his
art, as we may suppose, as familiar with the man's humour
as if he had known him as many years as Mr. Barnard,
Pray, Mr. Barnard, quoth he, in writing, how comes it, you,
that are so stanch and so stiff a whig, should be so acquainted
and so particularly familiar with such an old Papist, and so
violent a Jacobite, as I know that Mr. Perkin (whom I never
saw nor had any notice of in my life) to be? And pray, replied
Mr. Barnard, what reason have you beyond a pun to
take him for a Jacobite? Must he be so because his name
is Perkin? I do assure you, in this you show yourself but
little of a conjurer; if you can tell no more of houses than
you do of men, we may give over the search after the house
you spoke of. (Here the reader must understand they discoursed
on their fingers, and wrote by turns.) Mr. Campbell
replied, seriously, Laying a wager is no argument in
other things, I own, but in this I know it is, because I am
sure, after we have laid the wager, he will fairly confess it
among friends, since it will go no farther; and I, said Mr.
Campbell, will lay what wager you will apiece with you all
round. Hereupon, Mr. Barnard, who had known him a
great many years, was the first that laid, and many more, to
the number of five or six, followed his example; the decision
of the matter was deferred till next day at the return of
the old man to the inn, they being about to break up that
night and go to bed.
The next day being Sunday, the landlord carried his guests
to see the country, and after a handsome walk, they came
through the churchyard. They were poring upon the tombs;
no delight can be greater to Mr. Campbell than that; and
really, by the frequent walks he usually takes in Westminster
abbey, and the churchyards adjacent to this metropolis,
one would imagine he takes delight to stalk along by
himself on that dumb silent ground, where the characters of
the persons are only to be known, as his own meaning is,
by writings and inscriptions on the marble. When they had
sufficiently surveyed the churchyard, it grew near dinner-time,
and they went homewards; but before they had got
many yards out of the churchyard, Mr. Campbell makes a
full stop, pointing up to a house, and stopping his friends a
little, he pulls out of his pocket a pencil and paper, and
notes down the following words: That, that is the house my
vision presented to me; I could swear it to be the same, I
know it to be the same, I am certain of it. The gentlemen
with him remarked it, would not take any farther notice at
that time intending to inquire into it with secrecy, and so
went on to the inn to dinner.
As merry as they had been the night before after supper,
they were still more innocently cheerful this day after dinner,
till the time of service begun. When the duty of the day
was performed and over, they returned to divert and unbend
their minds with pleasant but harmless conversation. I suppose
nobody but a set of very great formalists will be offended
with scandal or scruples, that to travellers just ready to depart
the town, Mr. Perkin came on that good day and decided
the wagers, by owning to all the company, secrecy
being first enjoined, that he was a Roman Catholic, though
nobody of the family knew it in so many years as he had
lived there, which was before Mr. Campbell was born. This
and other innocent speeches afforded as much cheerfulness as
the Lord's-day would allow of.
On the next day, being Monday, they sent for one Mr.
Toland Toler, an attorney of the place, to find out to whom
that house belonged, but by all the inquiry that could possibly
be made with convenient secrecy, nobody could find it
out for a long time; but at last it came to light and appeared
to be justly to a tittle as Mr. Campbell had predicted.
Being now satisfied, the next day our three travellers returned
for London; and the two vocal men were very
jocular upon their adventure, and by their outward gesticulations
gave the prophetical mute his share of diversion.
Mr. Barnard, as they passed into a farmhouse-yard,
remarked that all the hogs fell a grunting and
squeaking more and more as Mr. Campbell came nearer,
(who, poor man! could know nothing of the jest, nor the
cause of it, till they alighted and told it him by signs and
writing,) said to Mr. Saxon, laughing, Now we have found
out our house, we shall have only Mr. Campbell home again
by himself—we have no farther need of the devil that accompanied
him to the country, up to town with us, there are
other devils enow to be met with there he knows; and so
this, according to the fashion of his predecessor devils, is
entered into the herd of swine.
However, the event of this journey, to cut the story short,
procured Mr. Saxon a great insight, upon inquiry, into several
affairs belonging to him, of which he would otherwise have
had no knowledge; and he is now engaged in a chancery
suit to do himself justice, and in a fair way of recovering
great sums of money, which, without the consultation he
had with this dumb gentleman, he had in all likelihood never
dreamt of.
In the year 1711, a gentleman, whose name shall be, in
this place, Amandus, famed for his exquisite talents in all
arts and sciences, but particularly for his gentlemanlike and
entertaining manner of conversation, whose company was
affected by all men of wit, who grew his friends, and courted
by all ladies of an elegant taste, who grew his admirers;
this accomplished gentleman, I say, came to Mr. Campbell,
in order to propound a question to him, which was so very
intricate, and so difficult to answer, that, if he did answer it,
it might administer to himself and the ladies he brought
with him, the pleasure of admiration in seeing a thing so
wonderful in itself performed; or, on the other hand, if he
did not make a satisfactory reply to it, then it might afford
him and the ladies a very great delight, in being the first
that puzzled a man who had had the reputation for so many
years of being capable of baffling all the wittiest devices and
shrewd stratagems that had been from time to time invented
to baffle his skill and explode his penetration in the second-sight,
and the arts which he pretended to. The persons
whom Amandus brought with him, were the illustrious
Lady Delphina, distinguished for her great quality, but still
more celebrated for her beauty, his own lady, the admired
Amabella, and a young blooming pretty virgin whom we
will call by the name of Adeodata, about which last lady, the
question was to be put to Mr. Campbell. Adeodata, it seems,
was the natural daughter of this very fine gentleman, who
had never let her into the knowledge of her own birth, but
had bred her up from her infancy under a borrowed name,
in the notion that she was a relation's daughter, and recommended
to his care in her infancy. Now the man that had
the second-sight was to be tried; it was now to be put to
the proof if he could tell names or no? Amandus was so
much an unbeliever as to be willing to hazard the discovery.
Amabella and Delphina were strangers to her real name,
and asked Duncan Campbell, not doubting but he would set
down that which she ordinarily went by. Amabella had
indeed been told by Amandus, that Adeodata was the natural
daughter of a near friend of his; but who this near
friend was remained a secret: that was the point which lay
upon our Duncan Campbell to discover. When the question
was proposed to him, what her name was, he looked at her
very steadfastly, and shook his head, and after some time he
wrote down that it would be a very difficult name for him to
fix upon. And truly so it proved; he toiled for every letter
till he sweated; and the ladies laughed incontinently, imagining
that he was in an agony of shame and confusion at
finding himself posed. He desired Amandus to withdraw a
little, for that he could not so well take a full and proper
survey of ladies' faces when a gentleman was by. This disturbance
and perplexity of his afforded them still more subject
of mirth; and that excuse was taken as a pretence, and a
put-off to cover his shame the better, and hide from one at
least, that he was but a downright bungler in what he pretended
to be so wonderful an artist. However, after two
hours hard sweat and labour, and viewing the face in different
shades and lights, (for I must observe to the reader that
there is a vast deal of difference, some he can tell in a
minute or two with ease, some not in less than four or five
hours, and that with great trouble) he undeceived them with
regard to his capacity. He wrote down that Adeodata's real
name was Amanda, as being the natural daughter of Amandus.
Delphina and Amabella were surprised at the discovery;
and Amandus, when he was called in, owning it a
truth, his wife Amabella applauded the curious way of her
coming by such a discovery, when Adeodata was just marriageable,
took a liking to her as if her own daughter, and
everything ended with profit, mirth, and cheerfulness. I
could add a thousand more adventures of Mr. Campbell's
life, but that would prove tedious; and as the town has
made a great demand for the book, it was thought more
proper to conclude it here. The most diverting of all, are
to be found best to the life in original letters that passed
between Mr. Campbell and his correspondents, some select
ones of which will be shortly published in a little pocket
volume, for the farther entertainment of such readers as
shall relish this treatise; in which the author hopes he shall
be esteemed to have endeavoured at the intermingling of
some curious disquisitions of learning, with entertaining
passages, and to have ended all the merriest passages with a
sober, instructive, and edifying moral, which even to those
who are not willing to believe the stories, is reckoned sufficient
to recommend even fables themselves.