The History of the Devil, As Well Ancient as Modern: In Two PartsDefoe, Daniel
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The History of the Devil, As Well Ancient as Modern: In Two Parts
Defoe, Daniel
Devil -- Early works to 1800
But we need not go to _America_, or to the Inquisition, not to Paganism
or to Popery either, to look for People that are sacrificing to the
_Devil_, or that give their Peace-offerings to him, while they are
offer'd upon God's Altar; are not our Churches (ay, and Meeting-houses
too, as much as they pretend to be more sanctified than their
Neighbours) full of _Devil_ Worshipers? Where do his Devotees gratulate
one another, and congratulate him, more than at Church? where, while
they hold up their Hands, and turn up their Eyes towards Heaven, they
make all their Vows to Satan, or at least to the fair _Devils_ his
Representatives, which I shall speak of in their Place.
Do not the Sons of God make Assignations with the Daughters of Men in
the very House of Worship? Do they not talk to them in the Language of
the Eyes? And what is at the Bottom of it, while one Eye is upon the
Prayer-book, and the other adjusting their Dress? Are they not
sacrificing to _Venus_ and _Mercury_, nay, and the very _Devil_ they
dress at?
Let any Man impartially survey the Church-Gestures, the Air, the
Postures and the Behaviour; let him keep an exact Roll, and if I do not
shew him two _Devil_ Worshipers for one true Saint, then the Word
_Saint_ must have another Signification than I ever yet understood it
by.
The Church (as a Place) is the Receptacle of the Dead, as well as the
Assembly of the Living; what relates to those below, I doubt Satan, if
he would be so kind, could give a better Account of than I can; but as
to the Superficies, I pretend to so much Penetration as to tell you,
that there are more Spectres, more Apparitions always there, than you
that know nothing of the matter may be aware of.
I happen'd to be at an eminent Place of God's most devout Worship the
other Day, with a Gentleman of my Acquaintance, who, I observed, minded
very little the Business he ought to come about; first I saw him always
busy staring about him and bowing this Way and that Way, nay, he made
two or three bows and Scrapes when he was repeating the Responses to the
Ten Commandments, and assure you he made it correspond strangely, so
that the Harmony was not so broken in upon as you would expect it
should; thus; _Lord_, and a Bow to a fine Lady just come up to her Seat,
_have Mercy upon us_; ---- three Bows to a Throng of Ladies that came
into the next Pew altogether, _and incline_ ---- then stop'd to make a
great Scrape to my Lord ----, _our Hearts_, just then the Hearts of all
the Church were gone off from the Subject, for the Response was over, so
he huddled up the rest in Whispers, for _God a Mighty_ could hear him
well enough, _he said_, nay, as well as if he had spoken as loud as his
Neighbours did.
After we were come home, I ask'd him what he meant by all this, and what
he thought of it?
How could I help it, _said he_, I must not be rude.
What, _says I_, rude to who?
Why, _says he_, there came in so many she _Devils_ I could not help it.
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