These words were scarce said,
When in popt the head
Of an old jesuistical wight
Who cried you’re mistaken
They’ve all sav’d their bacon,
And Jemmy still stinks of the fright.
Then Satan was struck,
And cried ’tis ill luck,
But you for your news shall be thanked,
So he call’d at the door
Six devils or more
And toss’d the poor priest in a blanket.
NATURALISTS’ CALENDAR.
Mean Temperature 42·32.
[413] In vol. i. col. 1433.
[414] Fuller’s Church History.
[415] Dr. Aikin’s Athenæum.