choose to live in Hela, where they performed again their deeds of might and fell without fear. At length the woman took Hadding towards a place which was surrounded by a high wall. He had already gazed from afar off, as he descended the hills, upon the beauties of the enclosure, where grew the flowers which were plucked in midwinter and stately beings in robes of purple had blissful dwelling. The old woman tried to leap over the wall, but was unable to do so. She, however, showed Hadding that the place within was indeed the land of life. She seized a fowl which she carried with her, and flung its head, which he wrung off, over the wall. The head was speedily restored again, and the bird crowed loudly. Hadding thereafter returned again unto his own land, and he endured many perils upon the way. Spenser's Mimer Guyon finds Mammon in a delve At last he came upon a gloomy glade, Covered with boughs and shrubs from heaven's light, His face with smoke was tann'd and eyes were bleared, His coal-black hands did seem to have been seared In smith's fire-spitting forge, and nails like claws appeared. 1This is Spenser's Mammon. He resembles very closely Gudmund-Mimer, the chief of elfin smiths who in Norse mythology produce the vast stores of treasure accursed. His iron coat, all overgrown with rust, And round about him lay on every side Some others were new driven, and distent "What secret place," quoth he,2 " can safely hold So soon as Mammon there1 arrived, the door Soon as he entered was, the door straightway 1 Superscription, image. 3 Dwelling. 2 The Knight Guyon. 4 The gate of hell. Did shut, and from behind it forth there leapt Both roof, and floor, and walls, were all of gold, Or as the moon, cloathed with cloudy night, Does shew to him that walks in fear and sad affright. In all that room was nothing to be seen But huge great iron chests, and coffers strong, All barr'd with double bends, that none could weene Them to enforce with violence or wrong; Cn every side they placed were along, But all the ground with skulls was scattered And dead men's bones, which round about were flung They forward pass; ne Guyon yet spoke word, Though all the wealth, which is or was of yore, The charge thereof unto a covetous spright |