StoriesThe Virtuous Lady With Two Husbands
By Monseigneur. _Of a noble knight of Flanders, who was ma...
The Reverend John Creedy
I. "On Sunday next, the 14th inst., the Reverend John Cr...
Good Measure! 
By Michault De Changy. _Of a young German girl, aged fifte...
The Pope-maker, Or The Holy Man
By Monseigneur de Crequy _Of a hermit who deceived the dau...
The Real Fathers
By The Editor. _Of a woman who on her death-bed, in the ab...
How The Nun Paid For The Pears
By Monseigneur De Thianges (*). _Of a Jacobin and a nun, w...
The Woman At The Bath
By Philippe De Laon. _Of an inn-keeper at Saint Omer who p...
The Curate Of Churnside
Walter Dene, deacon, in his faultless Oxford clerical coat ...
The Abbess Cured 
By Philippe De Laon. _Of an abbess who was ill for want of...
The Husband Turned Confessor
By Jehan Martin. _Of a married gentleman who made many lon...
Two Mules Drowned Together
By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a President who knowing of...
By Poncelet. _Of a merchant who locked up in a bin his wif...
There was much stir and commotion on the night of Thursday,...
The Child With Two Fathers
By Caron. _Of a gentleman who seduced a young girl, and th...
Montbleru; Or The Thief
By G. De Montbleru. _Of one named Montbleru, who at a fair...
The Senior Proctor's Wooing:
A TALE OF TWO CONTINENTS. I. I was positively blinded...
The Bird In The Cage
By Jehan Lambin. _Of a cure who was in love with the wife ...
The Use Of Dirty Water
By Monseigneur De La Roche. _Of a jealous man who recorded...
The Child Of The Snow
By Philippe Vignier. _Of an English merchant whose wife ha...
The Considerate Cuckold
By Monseigneur Le Duc. _Of a knight of Picardy, who lodged...
The Devil's Share
By The Marquis De Rothelin.
_Of one of his marshals who married the sweetest and most lovable woman
there was in all Germany. Whether what I tell you is true--for I do
not swear to it that I may not be considered a liar--you will see more
Whilst we are waiting tor some one to come forward and tell us a good
story, I will relate a little one which will not detain you long, but is
quite true, and happened lately.
I had a marshal, who had served me long and faithfully, and who
determined to get a wife, and was married to the most ill-tempered woman
in all the country; and when he found that neither by good means or bad
could he cure her of her evil temper, he left her, and would not live
with her, but avoided her as he would a tempest, for if he knew she was
in any place he would go in the contrary direction. When she saw that
he avoided her, and that he gave her no opportunity of displaying her
temper, she went in search of him, and followed him, crying God knows
what, whilst he held his tongue and pursued his road, and this only
made her worse and she bestowed more curses and maledictions on her poor
husband than a devil would on a damned soul.
One day she, finding that her husband did not reply a word to anything
she said, followed him through the street, crying as loud as she could
before all the people;
"Come here, traitor! speak to me. I belong to you. I belong to you!"
And my marshal replied each time; "I give my share to the devil! I give
my share to the devil."
Thus they went all through the town of Lille, she crying all the while
"I belong to you," and the other replying "I give my share to the
Soon afterwards, so God willed, this good woman died, and my marshal was
asked if he were much grieved at the loss of his wife, and he replied
that never had such a piece of luck occurred to him, and if God had
promised him anything he might wish, he would have wished for his wife's
death; "for she," he said, "was so wicked and malicious that if I knew
she were in paradise I would not go there, for there could be no peace
in any place where she was. But I am sure that she is in hell, for never
did any created thing more resemble a devil than she did." Then they
said to him;
"Really you ought to marry again. You should look out for some good,
quiet, honest woman."
"Marry?" said he. "I would rather go and hang myself on a gibbet than
again run the danger of finding such a hell as I have--thank God--now
Thus he lived, and still lives--but I know not what he will be.
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