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Breeches he wore of an amber hue,
From the rear ofwhich tail peeped through;
His feet were shaped like bullock's hoof,
And the boots he wore were caloric proof:
In his hand he bore, if hand it was,
Whose fingers were shaped like Vulture's


claws,


A three-tined fork, and its prongs 80 dull
Thro' the sockets were thrust of grinning


skull


Like sceptre he waved it to and fro,
While he softly chuckled, Aha, ono,
And all the while his eyes, that burn'd
Like sulphrous flame, on the Grog Seller


turn'd.


And low did he feel beneath that look
Why, his jaw fell down, and he shiver'd


and shook;
He quivered and quaked in every limb
As if an ague-ft had hold Of him
And his eyes to the monster grim were


glued,


And his tongue was as stiff as billet of


wood
And the fiend he laughed, Fla, ha, ha he,


he, he
And switched his tail in his quiet glee.
Why, what do you fear my friend, he said
And nodded the horns of his grizzly head
You're an ally Of mine, and love you WE'LL
In very warm country that men call He'll,
| hold my court, and am proud to say
Have not faithfnller friend in pay
Than you, dear sir, for work of evil
May-hap you don't know me. Pm called


the devil
Like galvanized corse, so pale and wan,
Up started instanter this horror struck man;
And he turn'd up the whites of his google


eyes,


With look, half terror-half surprise
And his tongue was loosed, but his words


were few,
The devil you don't Yes, faith do,
Interrupted "Old Nick" and here are the


proofs,
Just twig my tail, my horns, and hoofs
Having come from the warmer climes below
To chat with friend for an hour or 50;
And the night being somewhat chill, think
You might ask an old fellow TO take drink
Now let il be strong, the clear, pure stuff,
Sweeten'd with birthstone, a QUARTS enough;
Stir up the mess in an iron cup,
And heat by the fire till it bubbles up
As the devil bade 50 the Grog Seller did,
And filling ilagon Of gin to the lid,
And when it boiled and bubbled DER
The fiery draught to his guest he bore.
Nick, in a jiffy the liquor did quaf,
And thank'd his host with cultural laugh;
But faint and few were the smiles | ween
That on the Grog Sellers face were seen,
For a mortal fear was on him then,
And he dreamed that the ways of living
He should tread no more--that his hour


had come,
And his master too, to call him home
Thought went back to the darken'd past,
And shrieks were heard on the wintry blast,
And gliding before him, pale and dim
Were Jibbering fends and spectres dim.
Ohio, says Nick, It's welcome cold,
You've gave to a friend so true and old,
Who has been years in your employ,
Running about like an errand boy,
But we'll not fall out, for | clearly see
You're rather afraid It's strange, of me-
Do you think Pve come for you? never fear
You can't be spared for long while here,
There are hearts TO break, there are souls


to win
From the ways Of peace, to the paths ofsini
There are homes must be RENDERED desolate,
There is trusting love to be changed to


hate;


There are hands that murder mast crimson


red;


There are hopes to crush, there IS blight to


be shed


Over the young, and the pure, and far,
Till their lives are crush'd by the nend