Chapter I.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume IV, Issue 278, 29 March 1848, Page 3

Chapter I.

A stranger who visits Haarlem is not a little astonished to see, hung out from various houses, little frames coquettishly ornamented with squares of the finest lace. His curiosity will lead him to ask the reason of so stiange a proceeding. But, however be may push hia questions — however persevering be may be in getting at the bottom of the mystery — if he examine and cross-examine fifty different persons, he will get no other answer than — " These are the devil's frills." The frills of the devil ! Horrible ! What possible connexion can there be between those beautiful Valenciennes, those splendid Mechlins, those exquisite Brussels points, and his cloven-footed majesty ? Is Haarlem a city of idolaters ? Are all these gossamer oblations an offering to Beelzebub ? And are we to believe, in spite of well authenticated tale and history, that instead of horns and claws, the gentleman in black sports frills and ruffles, as if he were a young dandy in Bond Street ? 11 These are the devil's frills." It is my own private opinion that these mystic words contain some prodigiously recondite meaning ; or, perhaps, arise from one of those awful incidents, of which Hoffman encountered so many among the ghost-seeing, all-believing Germans. But don't take it upon my simple assertion, but judge for yourself. I shall tell you, word for word, the story as it was told to me, and as it is believed by multitudes of people, who believe nothing else, in the good town of Haarlem.