For the blast of Death is on the heath,
    And the grave yawns wide for the child of Moy.

She then recounts the tale of treachery and cruelty committed by a chief of the House of Moy in the days of old, for which “his name shall perish for ever off the earth—­a son may be born—­but that son shall verily die.”  The witch brings tears into many an eye as she tells how this curse was uttered by one Margaret, a prominent figure in this sad feud, for it was when deceived in the most base manner, and when betrayed by a man who had violated his promise he had solemnly pledged, that she is moved to pronounce the fatal words of doom: 

    She pray’d that childless and forlorn,
      The chief of Moy might pine away,
    That the sleepless night, and the careful morn
      Might wither his limbs in slow decay.

    But never the son of a chief of Moy
      Might live to protect his father’s age,
    Or close in peace his dying eye,
      Or gather his gloomy heritage.

Such was the “Curse of Moy,” uttered, it must be remembered, too, by a fair young girl, against the Chief of Moy for a blood-thirsty crime—­the act of a traitor—­in that, not content with slaying her father, and murdering her lover, he satiates his brutal passion by letting her eyes rest on their corpses.

    “And here,” they said, “is thy father dead,
    And thy lover’s corpse is cold at his side.”

Her tale ended, the witch departs, but now ceased the revels of the shuddering clan, for “despair had seized on every breast,” and “in every vein chill terror ran.”  On the morrow, all is changed, no joyous sounds are heard, but silence reigns supreme—­the silence of death.  The curse has triumphed, the last hope of the house of Moy is gone, and—­

    Scarce shone the morn on the mountain’s head
    When the lady wept o’er her dying boy.

But tyranny, or oppression, has always been supposed to bring its own punishment, as in the case of Barcroft Hall, Lancashire, where the “Idiot’s Curse” is commonly said to have caused the downfall of the family.  The tradition current in the neighbourhood states that one of the heirs to Barcroft was of weak intellect, and that he was fastened by a younger brother with a chain in one of the cellars, and there in a most cruel manner gradually starved to death.  It appears that this unnatural conduct on the part of the younger brother was prompted by a desire to get possession of the property; and it is added that, long before the heir to Barcroft was released from his sufferings, he caused a report to be circulated that he was dead, and by this piece of deception made himself master of the Barcroft estate.  It was in one of his lucid intervals that the poor injured brother pronounced a curse upon the family of the Barcrofts, to the effect that their name should perish for ever, and that the property should pass into other hands.  But this malediction was only regarded