SATAN.

[From Paradise Lost.]

He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend

Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield,

Etherial temper, massy, large and round,

Behind him cast; the broad circumference

Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb

Through optic glass the Tuscan artist[[125]] views

At evening from the top of Fesole,[[126]]

Or in Valdamo, to descry new lands,