236 PagafWii's Interview wilh Satan. (^Sept. 



And gave his soul 

 Upon a scroll. 

 With evidence no lavf could sever. 

 Unto the Devil and his heirs for ever. 

 Then, to his thinking. 

 In a winking 

 The doors flew open with a bang. 

 The Devil vanished with a twang. 

 Or flower of brimstone kind of smell, 

 "Which, in some regions, does as well 

 As eau-de-Cologne, musk, or rose. 

 Or other perfume for the nose. 



He was again alone ! 

 And seeing all the doors were open wide. 



He made a stride, 

 Snatched up his violin, and— he was gone ! 

 The Devil in his promise did not fail ; 

 But at the end, ah me ! there hangs a tail. 

 Where'er he went,_ 

 His instrument 

 Produced such wondrous tones, that soon his name 

 Got puffed in all the journals. 

 The monthly and diurnals ; 

 And all the continental world proclaimed his fame. 

 Musicians hid their heads. 

 Took to their beds ; 

 Some said the cholera-morbus had been near 'em ; 

 But ah ! 'twas seen too soon 

 What put them out of tune — 

 The " publico respeciahile" would not hear 'era. 

 And then it is a fact he did appear 

 Even here. 

 And tried to do John Bull out of his guineas. 

 He doubled all. 

 Pit, boxes, gallery, and stall. 

 To all who thither went to hear or see ; 

 Yet though so well he planned it. 

 They wouldn't stand it ; 

 None like to pay so much to any ninnies ; 

 And so he was obliged to lower his key. 



But oh ! that night. 

 With what delight. 

 After escaping from the rush and squeeze, 

 1 saw the length of back. 

 The suit of black. 

 And heard this fiddling Mephistophiles ! 

 To paint him, who would dare 

 His look, his gesture, and his hair. 

 The long black hair that hangs upon his shoulders. 

 To the surprise and terror of beholders ? 

 And then his squint. 

 Put it in print 

 Who can ! 

 Who is so mad to think 

 A little drop of ink 

 Can mark the man ? 



