Des Arc weekly citizen., 1868-01-18
The Devils Delight.

! From the Land we Love
 To breakfast one morning the Devil cam down,
 By demons and vassels attended; A headache had darkeued his brow with
 frswn,
 From his orgy last night, or the weight | his crown,
 But his presence internal was splendid. I h robe of red flame was Diavolo drest,
 Without smutch of cinder to soil it; Blue blasss snveloped his throat and his chest While the tail, tied with ribbons as blue a the vest,
 Completed his Majcsty's toilet. No masquerade devil of earth could begin,
 With his counterfeit horns and his mock tail l To look like his model Original Sin, As of lava and lightning and bitters aad gil He sas and compounded g cocktail. But to give, in all con science, the Devil his du He seemed sorrowful rather than irate; And his Majesty mopcd all the d9euner througl With twitch, now and then, of the ribbons of blue,
 And the look offs penitent pirate. Then smile such as follows some capita
 joke
 Of . Dickens, Hood or Jerrold, Sweet, playful and tender, all suddenly brok' Der the face of SatAanas, as turning he spoke
 ..Go imp! bring the file of the Heraid'" The paper was brought, and Old Nick ran hi eye (In default of debates in the Senate) Over crimes, <here were plenty, of terribl dye,
 Over letter and telegram. islander and lie, And the blatherskite leaders of Bennett There were frsnds in high places, oficia
 deceit; There were sins, we'll not name them, O ladies;
 There were Mexican murders, and.murderl in Crete,
 By the thousand, all maansr of villainie'
 To the Heraidrs subscribers in Hadss. But the numberlsss horrors of every degre Did net wholly dispel his dejection; .The Herald's bore, I'm weary says he Then, uprising. he added, "what's this
 'TESKEssEEt 1 By lingo. here's Brownlows election, ..Ho varlet, i'll up till the beaker runs o'er!' Cried the Dell, growing joyous and f,isky 4 white-hot fcrruginous goblet he bore, And the liquor vas vitriol straight whicl he swore
 Was less hurtful than tanglc-foot whiskey "Fill up, let us drink" said the Fathers O "To the mortal whose claims are mos weigh,y". t-And . light diabolic shone out of his eyes That made the thermometer instantly rise To fully five thousand and eighty. '.l hssc knights of the garter ard knights O the lance. l Who shall surely hereafter for sin burE ;. have writers of history, ethics, romance, In Englsnd. America, Germany. Frshes, 1 And gay litsle poet in swinburne; "Reformsr., who go in for infinite smash; The widows and orphsns' opprcssor; D. D.s, by the dozen, whose titles are trash To be written with two little d's and dash; 1 And many Father Confessar1 "And besides all the hypocri,es, chuckle' 1 the Dejl
 "who serve me with ips and csedo, have tyrants that murder, cofm mynders tha 1 steal,
 Dahomey, Moursvieff Butler, O'Niell, Thad. Stevens. Joe Holt, Escobedo: . But the man of all others the most td
 mind. 1 The dearest terrestrial creature. Is the blssphemins p'isss and thSdyran
 combined, - Who mocks at his Maker and dcurses his Kind
 In tho garb of ahlnthodist preacher. And ;,,,:. 2, ':, F.'''' T" ''''''' From his praisSz shallbe no deduction Whose acts most exquisite malice evince And whose government furnishes excellen hints
 opportunsly for HELLs RscoSsrnuorfoS Thsn shs Fiend, with " langaag
 may tell.
 Drained his cup, his crow 1 low,
 Cried "Hip, Hip, Hurrab!! y1nd boisterou Wen, round siIl tn. n..hsrmo.s confines
 Hell
 Rc-echoed .Threscheers for old Brownlew