Peter Bell the First was Peter
Smugger, milder, softer, neater,
Like the soul before it is

Born from that world into this.
The next Peter Bell was he,
Predevote, like you and me,
To good or evil, as may come;
His was the severer doom,-
For he was an evil Cotter,
And a polygamic Potter.*
And the last is Peter Bell,
Damned since our first parents fell,
Damned eternally to Hell:
Surely he deserves it well!

*The oldest scholiasts read

A dodecagamic Potter.

This is at once more descriptive and more megalophonous,— but the alliteration of the text had captivated the vulgar ear of the herd of later commentators.

PETER BELL THE THIRD.

PART THE FIRST.

DEATH.

AND Peter Bell, when he had been
With fresh-imported Hell-fire warmed,
Grew serious-from his dress and mien
"Twas very plainly to be seen

Peter was quite reformed.

His eyes turned up, his mouth turned down;
His accent caught a nasal twang;
He oiled his hair,* there might be heard
The grace of God in every word

Which Peter said or sang.

But Peter now grew old, and had
An ill no doctor could unravel;
His torments almost drove him mad:
Some said it was a fever bad;

Some swore it was the gravel.

*To those who have not duly appreciated the distinction between Whale and Russia oil, this attribute might rather seem to belong to the Dandy than the Evangelic. The effect, when to the windward, is indeed so similar, that it requires a subtle naturalist to discriminate the animals. They belong, however, to distinct genera.

His holy friends then came about,
And with long preaching and persuasion
Convinced the patient that, without
The smallest shadow of a doubt,

He was predestined to damnation :

They said " Thy name is Peter Bell;
Thy skin is of a brimstone hue;
Alive or dead-ay, sick or well—
The one God made to rhyme with hell;
The other, I think, rhymes with you."

Then Peter set up such a yell!

The nurse, who with some water gruel Was climbing up the stairs, as well

As her old legs could climb them-fell

And broke them both-the fall was cruel.

The Parson from the casement leapt
Into the lake of Windermere ;
And many an eel-though no adept
In God's right reason for it-kept
Gnawing his kidneys half a year.

And all the rest rushed through the door,
And tumbled over one another,
And broke their skulls.-Upon the floor
Meanwhile sat Peter Bell, and swore,

And cursed his father and his mother;

And raved of God, and sin, and death,
Blaspheming like an infidel;

And said, that with his clenched teeth,
He'd seize the earth from underneath,
And drag it with him down to hell.

As he was speaking came a spasm,
And wrenched his gnashing teeth asunder;
Like one who sees a strange phantasm
He lay, there was a silent chasm
Betwixt his upper jaw and under.

And yellow death lay on his face

;

And a fixed smile that was not human

Told, as I understand the case,

That he was gone to the wrong place :-
I heard all this from the old woman.

Then there came down from Langdale Pike
A cloud, with lightning, wind and hail;
It swept over the mountains like
An ocean, and I heard it strike

The woods and crags of Grasmere vale.

And I saw the black storm come
Nearer, minute after minute;

Its thunder made the cataracts dumb;
With hiss, and clash, and hollow hum,
It neared as if the Devil was in it.

The Devil was in it:-he had bought

Peter for half-a-crown; and when The storm which bore him vanished, nought That in the house that storm had caught Was ever seen again.

The gaping neighbours came next day.
They found all vanished from the shore:
The Bible, whence he used to pray,
Half scorched under a hen-coop lay;
Smashed glass-and nothing more!

PART THE SECOND.

THE DEVIL.

THE DEVIL, I safely can aver,

Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting;

Nor is he, as some sages swear,
A spirit, neither here nor there,
In nothing-yet in everything.

He is what we are; for sometimes
The Devil is a gentleman;
At others a bard bartering rhymes
For sack; a statesman spinning crimes ;
A swindler, living as he can;