We will stay here safe in the quiet dwell- I could not, if I would, mask myself ings. 'Tis an old custom. built here. Men have ever Come now, we'll go about from fire to fire: Their own small world in the great world I'll be the pimp, and you shall be the of all. I see young witches naked there, and old ones Wisely attired with greater decency. Be guided now by me, and you shall buy lover. You ought to be with the young rioters A pound of pleasure with a dram of Right in the thickest of the revelry— But every one is best content at home. Who throng around them seem innumerable: But One's while to be in place and wear a star; That was indeed the golden age on earth. Parvenu. We too are active, and we did and do we now Will seize, whilst all things are whirled round and round, I have no ribbon at my knee; but A spoke of Fortune's wheel, and keep here At home, the cloven foot is honourable. See you that snail there?-she comes creeping up, And with her feeling eyes hath smelt out something. our ground. Author. Who now can taste a treatise of deep sense And ponderous volume? 'tis impertin ence To write what none will read, therefore will I Faust. Mephistopheles. Who? wife of Adam. Lilith, the first Beware of her fair hair, for she excels To please the young and thoughtless people try. Mephistopheles (who at once appears to have grown very old). I find the people ripe for the last day, Since I last came up to the wizard She will not ever set him free again. And when she winds them round a young man's neck, No sword which cuts the bond it cannot With you I feel that if required, is past, Such still within my garden grow. That ghosts move not on ordinary feet? They shape themselves into the innova- But these are dancing just like men and 1 There are few things that scandalise Who sang so sweetly to Jus in Mephistopheles. As he went round the wheel in his old Sprang from her mouth. mill, He says that you go wrong in all respects, Especially if you congratulate him Fly! Procto-Phantasmist. Vanish! Unheard-of impudence! What, still there! In this enlightened age too, since you have been right, my friend: Be it enough that the mouse was to Seest thou not a pak. Fair girl, standing alone, far, far away Proved not to exist!-But this infernal She drags herself now forward with slo steps, brood Will hear no reason and endure no rule. And seems as if she moved with shackled Are we so wise, and is the pond still haunted? How long have I been sweeping out this rubbish Of superstition, and the world will not case Unheard of! The Girl. teasing us so. No good can come of it—it is not well To meet it—it is an enchanted phantom, A lifeless idol; with its numbing look, Then leave off It freezes up the blood of man; and they Who meet its ghastly stare are turned Procto-Phantasmist. I tell you, spirits, to your faces now, That I should not regret this despotism not. To-night I shall make poor work of it, Before my last step in the living dance Cures him of spirits and the spirit to- | My looks from her sweet piteous coun gether. [To FAUST, who has seceded from Why do you let that fair girl pass from you, tenance. How strangely does a single blood-red Not broader than the sharp edge of a A DIALOGUE DEATH FOR my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave, I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave, Where Innocence sleeps 'neath the peace-giving sod, And the good cease to tremble at Tyranny's nod; I offer a calm habitation to thee, Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me? My mansion is damp, cold silence is there, But it lulls in oblivion the fiends of despair, Not a groan of regret, not a sigh, not a breath, Dares dispute with grim Silence the empire of Death. I offer a calm habitation to thee, Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me? |