LXXX. I've an hypothesis-'tis quite my own; On whom the stigma might perhaps be blown; LXXXI. I don't see wherefore letters should not be For certain sure to claim them as his due, LXXXII. "And who and what art thou?" the Archangel said. "For that, you may consult my title-page," Replied this mighty Shadow of a Shade: "If I have kept my secret half an age, "I scarce shall tell it now."-" Canst thou upbraid,” Continued Michael, "George Rex, or allege "Aught further?" Junius answer'd, "You had better "First ask him for his answer to my letter: LXXXIII. 66 66 66 My charges upon record will outlast "The brass of both his epitaph and tomb.” Repent'st thou not," said Michael, "of some past "Of passion?" "Passion!" cried the Phantom dim, LXXXIV. "What I have written, I have written: let Then Sathan said to Michael, "Don't forget "To call George Washington, and John Horne Tooke, "And Franklin:"-but at this time there was heard A cry for room, though not a phantom stirr'd. LXXXV. At length with jostling, elbowing, and the aid The devil Asmodeus to the circle made His way, and look'd as if his journey cost Some trouble. When his burden down he laid, "What's this?" cried Michael; "why, 'tis not a ghost?" "I know it," quoth the incubus; "but he "Shall be one, if you leave the affair to me. LXXXVI. "Confound the Renegado! I have sprain'd 66 My left wing, he's so heavy; one would think "Some of his works about his neck were chain'd. "But to the point: while hovering o'er the brink "Of Skiddaw (where as usual it still rain'd), "I saw a taper, far below me, wink, "And stooping, caught this fellow at a libel"No less on History than the Holy Bible. LXXXVII. "The former is the devil's scripture, and "I snatch'd him up just as you see him there, "And brought him off for sentence out of hand: "I've scarcely been ten minutes in the air— "At least a quarter it can hardly be: LXXXVIII. Here Sathan said, "I know this man of old, "Such trash below your wing, Asmodeus dear! "We had the poor wretch safe (without being bored "With carriage) coming of his own accord. LXXXIX. "But since he's here, let's see what he has done." "And scribbles as if head clerk to the Fates. XC. Now the Bard, glad to get an audience, which To all unhappy hearers within reach Of poets when the tide of rhyme's in flow; XCI. But ere the spavin'd dactyls could be spurr'd Both cherubim and seraphim were heard To murmur loudly through their long array; And Michael rose ere he could get a word Of all his founder'd verses under way, And cried, "For God's sake stop, my friend! 'twere best"Non Di, non homines-" you know the rest." XCII. A general bustle spread throughout the throng, When upon service; and the generation The Monarch, mute till then, exclaim'd, "What! what! 66 Pye come again? No more-no more of that!" XCIII. The tumult grew, an universal cough I mean the slaves hear now;) some cried "off, off," The Bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose (Himself an author) only for his prose. XCIV. The varlet was not an ill-favour'd knave; |