A friend identified the print as by Bernard Zuber, and it bears the title "Satan presiding at the Sabbat, attended by Demons in animal form" (or something similar to that).
Apparently it's from a French book with the title La Vie Exécrable de Guillemette Babin, Sorcière by Maurice Garcon, first published in 1926 and later filmed as Le Destin Exécrable de Guillemette Babin in 1948. The image seems to draw heavily on Eliphas Levi's Baphomet, which would make sense given the French connection. Seems the film was considered quite raunchy at the time (some semi-naked witches dancing at a sabbat, I think).
Garcon seems an interesting character - a famous lawyer in France, he successfully defended a publisher who brought out works by de Sade that were banned in France at the time (just before the start of WW2), and he also wrote novels and histories (including histories of witchcraft and Satanism). He was also described by Montague Summers as being "a high authority upon contemporary black magic and witchcraft" in his books.
Post by Michael Connolly on Oct 8, 2018 12:51:57 GMT
Sorry for the delay. I was cut off.
It is as Helrunar says "Satan Presides at the Sabbat Attended by Demons in Human or Animal Shapes" by Bernard Zuber, the first image that appeared when I Googled "Woodcut of Satan". While it's an engraving or an etching rather than a woodcut, it is appropriate to M.R. James. Satan, as Lord of the Flies, makes a personal appearance in "The Residence at Whitminister": "If I was to describe my experience exactly, I should say this: there was a dry, light, rustling sound all over the room as I went in, and then (you remember it was perfectly dark) something seemed to rush at me, and there was — I don’t know how to put it — a sensation of long thin arms, or legs, or feelers, all about my face, and neck, and body. Very little strength in them, there seemed to be, but Spearman, I don’t think I was ever more horrified or disgusted in all my life, that I remember: and it does take something to put me out. I roared out as loud as I could, and flung away my candle at random, and, knowing I was near the window, I tore at the curtain and somehow let in enough light to be able to see something waving which I knew was an insect’s leg, by the shape of it: but, Lord, what a size! Why the beast must have been as tall as I am. And now you tell me sawflies are an inch long or less. What do you make of it, Spearman?"