With his broad palm;-'twixt love and fear, XVI. The Devil was no uncommon creature; With mind, and heart, and fancy muddled. XVII. He was that heavy, dull, cold thing, XVIII. Now he was quite the kind of wight Venison, turtle, hock, and claret, Good cheer-and those who come to share it— And best East Indian madeira! XIX. It was his fancy to invite Men of science, wit, and learning, XX. And men of learning, science, wit, Think of some rotten tree, and sit Lounging and dining under it, XXI. And all the while, with loose fat smile, The willing wretch sate winking there, Believing 'twas his power that made That jovial scene-and that all paid Homage to his unnoticed chair. XXII. Though to be sure this place was Hell; He was the Devil-and all theyWhat though the claret circled well, And wit, like ocean, rose and fell ?Were damned eternally. PART THE FIFTH. GRACE. I. AMONG the guests who often stayed II. He was a mighty poet-and A subtle-souled psychologist; All things he seemed to understand, But his own mind-which was a mist. III. This was a man who might have turned Hell into Heaven-and so in gladness A Heaven unto himself have earned; Trusted,—and damned himself to madness. IV. He spoke of poetry, and how 66 Divine it was a light—a love— A spirit which like wind doth blow As it listeth, to and fro; A dew rained down from God above; V. "A power which comes and goes like dream, And which none can ever trace Heaven's light on earth-Truth's brightest beam." And when he ceased there lay the gleam VI. Now Peter, when he heard such talk, VII. At night he oft would start and wake In a wild measure songs to make VIII. And on the universal sky And the wide earth's bosom green, And the sweet, strange mystery Of what beyond these things may lie, IX. For in his thought he visited The spots in which, ere dead and damned, He his wayward life had led; Yet knew not whence the thoughts were fed, Which thus his fancy crammed. X. And these obscure remembrances XI. For though it was without a sense He knew something of heath, and fell. XII. He had also dim recollections Of pedlars tramping on their rounds; Milk-pans and pails; and odd collections Of saws, and proverbs; and reflexions Old parsons make in burying-grounds. XIII. But Peter's verse was clear, and came It augured to the Earth: XIV. Like gentle rains, on the dry plains, XV. For language was in Peter's hand, Gave twenty pounds for some; then scorning A footman's yellow coat to wear, Peter, too proud of heart, I fear, Instantly gave the Devil warning. XVII. Whereat the Devil took offence, 66 And swore in his soul a great oath then, That for his damned impertinence, He'd bring him to a proper sense Of what was due to gentlemen!" 66 PART THE SIXTH. DAMNATION. I. O THAT mine enemy had written A book!"-cried Job:- -a fearful curse, |