"To devil it a diff'rent way,"
Swear that, amidst a strange perfume,
(Like brimstone, filling all the room,)
You felt a flash of lightning burn you,
And then, before you'd time to turn you,
Or wake at all from the surprise,
You'd lost the use of both your eyes!
And in that state, midst horrid clatters,
Saw the glass lying all in shatters.
'Another way:'—it wanted dusting,