How, at five o’clock, just in time for dinner,
The good-looking couple arrived at the inner
Abode of hell, where their journey was o’er,
And they dined off a chop in the Devil’s boudoir;
All this I could tell, if I wasn’t afraid,
That Satan would blush for the pranks I betrayed.
* * * * *
Years have fled since the fatal day,
When the Baron’s spirit wing’d its way,
Obsequious at Apollyon’s call,