This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...I do deem the wicked one Hath entered in already. Now, regard me This is the top of the crisis, I must save him, --I must discomfit quite the evil fiend; Regard me, I will rout him; I will use Most dreadful spells, I will anathematize: --Soft, let me fulminate--the fiend shall cower, Netherward shall he pack, howling--Avaunt I' Th' Name or Heaven--Exorcizo Te _ E SIMON. Brother, methinks thy charm hath wrought deliverance Marvellous swift; already is he fled. Look on this visage; Satan is despoiled. Regard him, how he slumbereth in peace; He sleepeth not the sleep of one possessed: What say'st thou an awhile we leave him? JONAS. Pho Peace, quotha 'tis the fiend's own lethargy. I know it well. This is the sheepskin. Mark me, This that thou seest is the fiend's disguise. When he hath entered in unto a soul Fair banners in the visage hangeth he; Only the experts scent the wolf-hide. Ay, 'Tis the most woful sign, and symptomatic Of his most strenuous occupation. Why, were he dispossessed, being most wrath, He would have rent and torn his tenement So cruelly, filled it so with lunatic frenzy, So gored it with a frightful shriek--and now What have we? Not a sign. This is most parlous. SIMON. Nay, deem'st thou so? Then fetch we swift the prior. Perchance the tempter will do reverence, And hath respect unto the upper grade. JONAS. Well spoken, brother. Yea, I do confess I am in sore extremity. The fiend Doth quite bewilder and o'ermaster me. Ay, go we fetch the prior and expel With valiant succour our arch-enemy. Exeunt. RAYMOND. Now am I blessed that thou hast absolved me; Now am I blessed, Lord. My pangs are o'er, Thou drawest my soul aloft. Soon shall I stand Jubilant, clad in white, on heaven's threshold, Such triumph, such elation do I feel As link by link ...