Beetles and slow-worms crawled about, And toads did squat demure; From holes in the wainscoting mice peeped out, Danced in and out in an endless throng: But the good St. Anthony kept his eyes A quaint imp sat in an earthen pot, In a big-bellied earthen pot sat he: Through holes in the bottom his legs outshot, And holes in the sides his arms had got, And his head came out through the mouth, God wot! A comical sight to see. And he drummed on his belly so fair and round, On his belly so round and fair; And it gave forth a rumbling, mingled sound, And he sat on the edge of a table-desk, And drummed it with his heels; And he looked as strange and as picturesque As the figures we see in an arabesque, Half hidden in flowers, all painted in fresque, In Gothic vaulted ceils. Then he whooped and hawed, and winked and grinned, And his eyes stood out with glee; And he said these words, and he sung this song, And his legs and his arms, with their double prong, As birth to his song gave he. Another imp came in a masquerade, Most like to a monk's attire: But of living bats his cowl was made, Their wings stitched together with spider thread; And his loose teeth chattered like clanking bones, A rosary of beads was hung by his side,- But the good St. Anthony bent his eyes He heard that mock of groans and sighs, And he knew that the thing had an evil guise, Another imp came with a trumpet-snout, That was mouth and nose in one: It had stops like a flute, as you never may doubt, In quaver, and shake, and run. And his head moved forward and backward still On his long and snaky neck; As he bent his energies all to fill His nosey tube with wind and skill, And he sneezed his octaves out, until 'Twas well-nigh ready to break. And close to St. Anthony's ear he came, And piped his music in : And the shrill sound went through the good Saint's frame, With a smart and a sting, like a shred of flame, Or a bee in the ear,-which is much the same, And he shivered with the din. But the good St. Anthony bent his eyes Upon the holy book; He heard that snout with its gimlet cries, And he knew that the imp had an evil guise, A thing with horny eyes was there, And its long sharp nose was all of horn, Its body was of thin birdy bones, Bound round with a parchment skin; And, when 'twas struck, the hollow tones That circled round like drum-dull groans, Bespoke a void within. Its arm was like a peacock's leg, And the claws were like a bird's: But the creep that went, like a blast of plague, But the good St. Anthony kept his eyes He felt the clam on his brow arise, And he knew that the thing had a horrid guise, An imp came then like a skeleton form Out of a charnel vault : Some clingings of meat had been left by the worm, And he grinned full many a lifeless grin, He took his stand at the good Saint's back, Forward he bent, all rotten-black, And he sunk again on his heel, good lack! A horrible embrace! And the skull hung o'er with an elvish pry, And cocked down its Indian-rubber eye To gaze upon his face. Yet the good St. Anthony sunk his eyes He felt the bones, and so was wise To know that the thing had a ghastly guise, And he did not dare to look. Last came an imp,-how unlike the rest!— And her voice was like music, that sleep-oppress'd And whilst with a whisper his cheek she press'd, When over his shoulder she bent the light It came like a moonbeam silver bright, That was weak with the mists of age. Hey! the good St. Anthony boggled his eyes Ho ho! at the corners they 'gan to rise, For he knew that the thing had a lovely guise, There are many devils that walk this world,— Devils so meagre, and devils so stout; Devils black, and devils white; But a laughing woman, with two bright eyes, Is the worsest devil of all. T. H.S. THE NEW YEAR. Lines on George Cruikshank's Illustration of January, in the Comic Almanack for 1838. A GREAT philosopher art thou, George Cruikshank, All smiles and promises. But looking closely Fitted so well, it almost seems a face; But still a mask. What features lurk beneath, The rolling months will show. Thy Old Year passes,- A faded form, with thin and pallid face, Will enter masked and smiling, and be welcomed |