But take your choice); and then it grew a cloud; Satan replied, 'To me the matter is But such a cloud! No land ere saw a crowd And varied cries were like those of wild geese Indifferent, in a personal point of view: Late Majesty of Britain's case with you LXV. Thus spoke the Demon (late call'd 'multifaced' LXVI. A merry, cock-eyed, curious-looking sprite For all the fashions of the flesh stick long From Eve's fig-leaf down to the petticoat, LXVII. The spirit look'd around upon the crowds So let's to business: why this general call? And 'tis for an election that they bawl, Behold a candidate with unturn'd coat! Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?' LXVIII. 'Sir,' replied Michael, you mistake; these things Are of a former life, and what we do Above is more august; to judge of kings Is the tribunal met so now you know.' 'Then I presume those gentlemen with wings, Said Wilkes, 'are cherubs; and that soul below [mind Looks much like George the Third, but to my A good deal older-Bless me! is he blind?' LXIX. He is what you behold him, and his doom lead Now it wax'd little, then again grew bigger, With now an air of gloom, or savage mirth; But as you gazed upon its features, they Changed every instant-to what, none could say. LXXVI. The more intently the ghosts gazed, the less Could they distinguish whose the features were; The Devil himself seem'd puzzled even to guess; They varied like a dream-now here, now there; And several people swore from out the press, They knew him perfectly; and one could swear He was his father: upon which another Was sure he was his mother's cousin's brother: LXXVII. Another, that he was a duke, or knight, An orator, a lawyer, or a priest, A nabob, a man-midwife; but the wight Mysterious changed his countenance at least As oft as they their minds: though in full sight He stood, the puzzle only was increased: The man was a phantasmagoria in Himself-he was so volatile and thin. LXXVIII. The moment that you had pronounced him one, Presto! his face changed, and he was another; And when that change was hardly well put on, It varied, till I don't think his own mother (If that he had a mother) would her son Have known, he shifted so from one to Till guessing from a pleasure grew a task, LXXIX. For sometimes he like Cerberus would seem'Three gentlemen at once' (as sagely says Good Mrs Malap op): then you might deem That he was not even one; now many rays Were flashing round him; and now a thick steam Hid him from sight - like fogs on London days: [fancies. Tow Burke, now Tooke, he grew to people's And certes often like Sir Philip Francis. LXXX. I've an hypothesis--'tis quite my own; And injuring some minister or peer, LXXXI. I don't see wherefore letters should not be Written without hands, since we daily view Them written without heads; and books, we see, Are fill'd as well without the latter too: Belongs to all of us, you understand. I snatch'd him up just as you see him there, I dare say that his wife is still at tea. Here Satan said, 'I know this man of old, Or more conceited in his petty sphere : But surely it was not worth while to fold Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear: We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored He ceased, and drew forth an MS.; and no Of which he butter'd both sides: 'twould delay Too long the assembly (he was pleas'd to dread), And take up rather more time than a day, To name his works-he would but cite a few-Ambrosial and sulphureous, as they sprang 'Wat Tyler,' 'Rhymes on Blenheim,' 'Water- Like lightning, off from his 'melodious twang.'t loo.' CHI. Those grand heroics acted as a spell; The angels stopp'd their ears and plied their pinions : The devils ran howling, deafen'd, down to hell; The ghosts fled, gibbering, for their own dominions (For 'tis not yet decided where they dwell, And I leave every man to his own opinions); CIV. Saint Peter, who has hitherto been known For an impetuous saint, upraised his keys, Alfonso, speaking of the Ptolemean system, said that had he been consulted at the creation of the world, he would have spared the Maker some absurdities.' + See Aubrey's account of the apparition which disappeared with a curious perfume and a most melodious twang:' or see the Antiquary, vol. i. p. 225. 1 CV. He first sank to the bottom-like his works, CVI. As for the rest, to come to the conclusion THE AGE OF BRONZE; OR, CARMEN SECULARE ET ANNUS HAUD MIRABILI'. 'Impar Congressus Achilli,' THE 'good old times'—all times when old are good Though Cleopatra's mummy cross the sea Are gone; the present might be if they would: heaven.' I know not if the angels weep, but men II. All is exploded-be it good or bad. Hath all of desolation, save its peace. He wept for worlds to conquer !' he who ne'er But where is he, the modern, mightier far, [late, And spurn the dust o'er which they crawl'd of • A drowned body lies at the bottom till rotten: it then O'er curtail'd dishes and o'er stinted wines: Boats, as most people know |