An Unfinished Rhapsody.
The Devil returned to hell by two,
And he stay’d at home till five;
When he dined on some homicides done in ragout,
And a rebel or so in an Irish stew,
And sausages made of a self-slain Jew—
And bethought himself what next to do,
“And,” quoth he, “I’ll take a drive.
I walk’d in the morning, I’ll ride to night;
In darkness my children take most delight,