The Pixy Labour

,Dame the sage femme of Tavisstock, had just got comfotable in bed, rap,rap,rap, came on her cottage door, there was a sign of authority with each noc. Startled and alarmed,she rose from her bed, the summons was a hastie one, to attend on a patient who needed her help. The summoner appeared to be a strange,squient eyed, little,ugly,old fellow,who had a look aa she saaid, very like a certain dark personage,who ought not at all times to be called by his proper name. Not at all in favor of the errand, she nevertheless could not resist the command, to follow him straight, and attend on his wife. Thy wife! thought the good dame;heaven forbib mebut as sure as i livei be going to theof a little divil. A largeblack horsewith eyes like balls of firestood at the door. How she got to the place of destination she could not tell; but it was a great felief to her fears when she found herself set down at the door of a neet cottage,saw a couple of tidy children,and remarked how patient to be a decent looking woman,having all things about her fitting for the times and occasion. A fine bouncing babe soon made its appearence, who seemed very bold on its entry into life, she declared the sweet little thing to be like its father. The mother said nothing to this,but gave nurse a certain ointment, with instructions to rub in the babies eyes. The nurse decided if it was good enough for the baby, then it was good enough for her to try on herself., when O' ye powers of fairyland! What a change was there!

The neat but homely cottage, and all who were in it,all of a sudden a mighty transformation,some for the better,some for the worse.The new made mother appeared as a beautiful lady attired in white,the baby wraped in silvery guaze. It looked much prettier than before, but still maintained the elfish cast of the eye;like his father.The other 2 children had undergone a strange metamorphosis.For there sat on either side of the beds head a couple oflittle flat noses imps. The dame who beheld all this,fearing she knew not what,of the house en chantment, got away as fast as she could,without saying one wordabout her own eye and the magic ointmint and what she had seen. On the next market day,she saw the same old fellow and enquird about his wife and child. WHAT! do you see me today? I see you as I see the sun and I see you are busy to. Please tell me what eye do you see me out of?.With the right eye to be sure. The ointmint, the ointment!cried he. Take that for meddeling with what did not belong to you; you shall see no more
He struck her eye as he spoke, and fromm that hour till the day she died she was blind of that eye.
the end.....................click below for a photo of the fairy with pixies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!