The Rash Conjurer

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Strong spirit-bidding sounds!        &nbsp       &nbspWith deep and hollow voice,        &nbsp       &nbsp'Twixt Hope and Dread,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspSeven Times I said        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspIohva Mitzoveh        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspVohoeen! And up came an imp in the shape of a        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspPea-hen!        &nbsp       &nbspI saw, I doubted,        &nbsp       &nbspAnd seven times spouted        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspJohva Mitzoveh        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspYahóevohāen! When Anti-Christ starting up, butting        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspand bāing,        &nbspIn the shape of a mischievous curly        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspblack Lamb—        &nbspWith a vast flock of Devils behind        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspand beside,        &nbspAnd before 'em their Shepherdess        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspLucifer's Dam,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspRiding astride        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp      On an old black Ram, With Tartary stirrups, knees up to her chin. And a sleek chrysom imp to her Dugs muzzled in,—        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp'Gee-up, my old Belzy! (she cried,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAs she sung to her suckling cub) Trit-a-trot, trot! we'll go far and wide Trot, Ram-Devil! Trot! Belzebub!' Her petticoat fine was of scarlet Brocade, And soft in her lap her Baby she lay'd With his pretty Nubs of Horns a-        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspsprouting, And his pretty little Tail all curly-twirly— St. Dunstan! and this comes of spouting— Of Devils what a Hurly-Burly! 35 'Behold we are up! what want'st thou then?' 'Sirs! only that'—'Say when and what'— You'd be so good'—'Say what and when' 'This moment to get down again!' 'We do it! we do it! we all get down! But we take you with us to swim        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspor drown! Down a down to the grim Engulpher!' 'O me! I am floundering in Fire and Sulphur! That the Dragon had scrounched you, squeal        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspand squall— Cabbalists! Conjurers! great and small, Johva Mitzoveh Evohāen and all! Had I never uttered your jaw-breaking words, I might now have been sloshing down Junket and Curds,        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspLike a Devonshire Christian:        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspBut now a Philistine! Ye Earthmen! be warned by a judgement so tragic, And wipe yourselves cleanly with all books of magic— Hark! hark! it is Dives! 'Hold your Bother, you Booby! I am burnt ashy white, and you yet are but ruby.'        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspEpilogue.        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspWe ask and urge (here ends the story)        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspAll Christian Papishes to pray        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspThat this unhappy Conjurer may        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspInstead of Hell, be but in Purgatory—        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspFor then there's Hope,—        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspLong live the Pope!        &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspCatholicus.