“Videantur sane, non affirmentur modo;”

     ["They may indeed appear to be; let them not be affirmed (Let them
     state the probabilities, but not affirm.)”
     —­Cicero, Acad., n. 27.]

but in the real consequence they draw from it these have much the advantage.  To kill men, a clear and strong light is required, and our life is too real and essential to warrant these supernatural and fantastic accidents.

As to drugs and poisons, I throw them out of my count, as being the worst sort of homicides:  yet even in this, ’tis said, that men are not always to rely upon the personal confessions of these people; for they have sometimes been known to accuse themselves of the murder of persons who have afterwards been found living and well.  In these other extravagant accusations, I should be apt to say, that it is sufficient a man, what recommendation soever he may have, be believed as to human things; but of what is beyond his conception, and of supernatural effect, he ought then only to be believed when authorised by a supernatural approbation.  The privilege it has pleased Almighty God to give to some of our witnesses, ought not to be lightly communicated and made cheap.  I have my ears battered with a thousand such tales as these:  “Three persons saw him such a day in the east three, the next day in the west:  at such an hour, in such a place, and in such habit”; assuredly I should not believe it myself.  How much more natural and likely do I find it that two men should lie than that one man in twelve hours’ time should fly with the wind from east to west?  How much more natural that our understanding should be carried from its place by the volubility of our disordered minds, than that one of us should be carried by a strange spirit upon a broomstaff, flesh and bones as we are, up the shaft of a chimney?  Let not us seek illusions from without and unknown, we who are perpetually agitated with illusions domestic and our own.  Methinks one is pardonable in disbelieving a miracle, at least, at all events where one can elude its verification as such, by means not miraculous; and I am of St. Augustine’s opinion, that, “’tis better to lean towards doubt than assurance, in things hard to prove and dangerous to believe.”

’Tis now some years ago that I travelled through the territories of a sovereign prince, who, in my favour, and to abate my incredulity, did me the honour to let me see, in his own presence, and in a private place, ten or twelve prisoners of this kind, and amongst others, an old woman, a real witch in foulness and deformity, who long had been famous in that profession.  I saw both proofs and free confessions, and I know not what insensible mark upon the miserable creature:  I examined and talked with her and the rest as much and as long as I would, and gave the best and soundest attention I could, and I am not a man to suffer my judgment to be made captive by prepossession.  In the end, and in all conscience, I should rather have prescribed them hellebore than hemlock;