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And said, that with his clenched teeth,
And drag it with him down to hell.
And wrenched his gnashing teeth asunder;
Between his upper jaw and under.
And yellow death lay on his face ;
And a fixed smile that was not human
I heard all this from the old woman.
Then there came down from Langdale Pike
A cloud, with lightning, wind and hail;
The woods and crags of Grasmere vale.
Nearer, minute after minute;
It neared as if the Devil was in it.
The Devil was in it:- he had bought
Peter for half-a-crown; and when The storm which bore him vanished, naught That in the house that storm had caught
Was ever seen again.
The gaping neighbours came next day
They found all vanished from the shore: The Bible, whence he used to pray, Half scorched under a hen-coop lay;
Smashed glass-and nothing more!
PART THE SECOND.
The Devil, I safely can aver,
Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting;
In nothing—yet in everything.
He is—what we are; for sometimes
The Devil is a gentleman;
A swindler, living as he can;
With whole boots and net pantaloons,
From whom he steals nine silver spoons.
But in this case he did appear
Like a slop-merchant from Wapping,
And with smug face, and eye severe, On every side did perk and peer
Till he saw Peter dead or napping.
He had on an upper Benjamin
(For he was of the driving schism) In the which he wrapped his skin From the storm he travelled in,
For fear of rheumatism.
VI. He called the ghost out of the corse ;
It was exceedingly like Peter,Only its voice was hollow and hoarseIt had a queerish look of course
Its dress too was a little neater.
The Devil knew not his name and lot;
Peter knew not that he was Bell: Each had an upper stream of thought, Which made all seem as it was not;
Fitting itself to all things well.
Brothers, sisters, cousins, cronies,
Had he gone and boldly shown his
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,
'Mid the misery and confusion
The world is full of strange delusion
In a square like Grosvenor-square,
To see what was romantic there.
Ready at a breath to vanish,
Or the care he could not banish.
XIII. After a little conversation,
The Devil told Peter, if he chose, He'd bring him to the world of fashion By giving him a situation
In his own service—and new clothes.
XIV. And Peter bowed, quite pleased and proud,
And after waiting some few days For a new livery-dirty yellow Turned up with black-the wretched fellow
Was bowled to Hell in the Devil's chaise.
Hell is a city much like London
A populous and a smoky city; There are all sorts of people undone, And there is little or no fun done ;
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
There is a Castles,' and a Canning,
A Cobbett, and a Castlereagh; All sorts of caitiff corpses planning All sorts of cozening for trepanning
Corpses less corrupt than they.
There is a * * *,? who has lost
His wits, or sold them, none knows which; He walks about a double ghost, | The hatred with which the Government spy Castles was regarded finds a grim reflexion in Lamb's. powerful little poem The Three Graves, of which the opening and close are as follows :
Close by the ever-burning brimstone beds
bedwards, -I mean for Castles, Oliver, and Edwards.”—ED. ? Probably the blank should be filled by the name of Eldon.-ĚD.