Are their eulogies read.—
Good souls, they never will let one rest
Until he is borne to the land of the blest!
No heart is aglow
With the burning zeal of a holiest mission,
But makes them fearful of heat below,
And tremble in dread of a fiend’s apparition.
For Satan has toils that, no matter whether
Come evil or good, trap all men together.
Whenever one spies