(much more of a cross-over example, with ‘fairies’, witchcraft, and Not Taking Things or you get bad luck (until you get rid of them). The writer seems to believe it all anyway)
Dr Lamb, who was killed by the Mob, for a Conjurer, about 1640, met one Morning Sir Miles Sands and Mr Barbor in the Street, and invited them to go and drink their Mornings Draught at his House: Discoursing about his Art, he told them if they would hold their Tongues, and their Hands from medling with any thing, he would shew them some Sport.
So falling to his Practice, in the middle of the Room springs up a Tree; soon after appeared three little Fellows, with Axes on their Shoulders, and Baskets in their Hands, who presently fell to work, cut down the Tree and carried all away.
But Mr Barbor observing one Chip to fall on his Velvet Coat, he slips it into his Pocket.
That Night, when he and his Family were in bed, and asleep, all the Doors and Windows in that house opened and clattered, so as to awaken and affright them all. His Wife said, Husband, you told me you was at Dr Lamb’s this day, and I fear you medled with something. He replied, I put a Chip into my Pocket. I pray you, said she, fling it out, or we shall have no Quiet. He did so, and all the Windows and Doors were presently shut, and all quiet, so they went to sleep.
Dr Barbor and Major John Barbor, who married my only Sister, told me this Relation, who had it again and again from their Father and Mother; and I know no reason to doubt the truth of it. This Mr Barbor laid the first Stone in building of Covent-Garden.
Thomas Woodcocke, writing a letter in July 1691, printed as part of The certainty of the Worlds of Spirits (1691) by Richard Baxter.