His holy friends then came about, And with long preaching and persuasion Convinced the patient that, without The smallest shadow of a doubt, He was predestined to damnation : They said " Thy name is Peter Bell; Then Peter set up such a yell! The nurse, who with some water gruel Was climbing up the stairs, as well As her old legs could climb them—fell And broke them both-the fall was cruel. The Parson from the casement leapt And all the rest rushed through the door, And cursed his father and his mother; And raved of God, and sin, and death, And said, that with his clenched teeth, As he was speaking came a spasm, And yellow death lay on his face; And a fixed smile that was not human That he was gone to the wrong place :- Then there came down from Langdale Pike An ocean, and I heard it strike The woods and crags of Grasmere vale. And I saw the black storm come Nearer, minute after minute; Its thunder made the cataracts dumb; The Devil was in it :-he had bought Peter for half-a-crown; and when The storm which bore him vanished, nought That in the house that storm had caught Was ever seen again. The gaping neighbours came next day. PART THE SECOND. THE DEVIL. THE DEVIL, I safely can aver, Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting; Nor is he, as some sages swear, He is what we are; for sometimes A thief, who cometh in the night, With whole boots and net pantaloons, Like some one whom it were not right To mention ;-or the luckless wight, From whom he steals nine silver spoons. But in this case he did appear Like a slop-merchant from Wapping, He had on an upper Benjamin He called the ghost out of the corse; The Devil knew not his name and lot, Fitting itself to all things well Peter thought he had parents dear, Solemn phiz in his own village; Where he thought oft when a boy He'd clomb the orchard walls to pillage The produce of his neighbour's tillage, With marvellous pride and joy. And the Devil thought he had, Of an unjust war, just made A fortune by the gainful trade Of giving soldiers rations bad The world is full of strange delusion That he had a mansion planned In a square like Grosvenor-square, And all this, though quite ideal, Was a state not more unreal Or the care he could not banish. |