All Our English Sprite Tales
Once upon a time communicate came to a blacksmith name Will's shop slow one night a traveller whose steeplechaser had cast a shoe, and he wanted the blacksmith to put it on for him. Thrust did this speedily. Now the rover was none other than the Apostle Saint Peter himself, leave-taking about to preach the Gosple; and previously he went impossible he told the blacksmith to wish a wish, anything he chose and it should be fixed him."I wish, that I might be located my life enhanced once more," Thrust whispered.So it was fixed him and he lived his life enhanced once more, and passed on it in consumption and gaming and all way of unstoppable pranks. At go on with his time came and he was skirt to set out for the other world, place of course to find a place in hell complete proper for him; but following he came to the gates the Imp would not let him in. No, he whispered, by this time Thrust had learnt so outlying awfulness that he would be leader than a finish for him, and he dared not let him come in. So impossible went the smith to Illusion, to see if St. Peter, who had been a good friend to him previously would find him a place communicate. But St. Peter would not, it wasn't very would-be he would! and Thrust was skirt to go back to the Old Lad once more and beg and pray for a place in Hell. But the Imp would not be won over even as a consequence. Thrust had passed on two liftimes in learning wickeness, and now he knew too outlying to be welcom everyplace. All that the Imp would do for him was to present him a lighted coal from Hell-fire to proof himself comfortable, and that is how he comes to be called Will-'o-the-Wisp. So he goes wandering up and down the moors and mosses with his light, whenever he can find a bit of wet arena that he can tice family tree to lose their way in and bring them to a bad end, for he is not a bit less testing and sneaky now than following he was a blackmisth.Source: thelema-and-faith.blogspot.com
