ASMODEUS; OR, The Devil on Two Sticks. By ALAIN RENÉ LE SAGE. WITH A BIOGRAPHICAL NOTICE OF THE AUTHOR, By JULES JANIN. [Illustration: Asmodeus and Zambullo fly over Madrid] Illustrated by TONY JOHANNOT. [Translated by Joseph Thomas.] GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, LONDON: BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL. NEW YORK: 416 BROOME STREET. 1879. TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. When I first determined on the publication of a new edition of "THE DEVIL ON TWO STICKS," I had certainly no idea of engaging in a new translation. I had not read an English version since my boyhood, and naturally conceived that the one which had passed current for upwards of a century must possess sufficient merit to render anything beyond a careful revision, before passing it again through the press, unnecessary. However, on reading a few pages, and on comparing them with the much-loved original, I no longer wondered, as I had so often done, why LE DIABLE BOITEUX was so little esteemed by those who had only known him in his English dress, while Gil Blas was as great a favourite with the British public as any of its own heroes of story. To account for this, I will not dwell on the want of literal fidelity in the old version, although in some instances that is amusing enough; but the total absence of style, and that too in the translation of a work by one of the greatest masters of verbal melody that ever existed, was so striking as to induce me, rashly perhaps, to endeavour more worthily to interpret the witty and satirical ASMODEUS for the benefit of those who have not the inestimable pleasure of comprehending him in his _native_ tongue--for, as Jules Janin observes, he is a Devil truly French. In the translation which I here present, I do not myself pretend, at all times, to have rendered the words of the 'graceful Cupid' with strict exactness, but I have striven to convey to my reader the ideas which those words import. Whether I have succeeded in so doing is for others to determine; but, if I have not, I shall at all events have the satisfaction of failing in company,--which, I am told, however, is only an Old Bailey sort of feeling after all.