Where I do nothing but pine; Whilst I grieve all the day, And fret the long nights away, In dreaming of my true-love, young Huey Lenine. Would the devil but come at my call, And take the old Squire—silks, satins, and all, With jewels and rings so fine; Then, merry and gay, I'd work through the day, And cheerily pass the nights away, Kissing my true-love, young Huey Lenine." [11] DUFFY AND THE DEVIL. Part Second. "Refinement, too, that smoothens all O'er which it in the world hath pass'd, Has been extended in its call, And reach'd the devil, too, at last. That Northern Phantom found no more can be, Horns, tail, and claws, we now no longer see. * * * * * * But with your like, when we the name can learn, Your nature too we commonly discern." Goethe's Faust. Filimore's Translation. IN a mill scene, after the Squire's marriage, there is a long dialogue, in rhyme, on "the cruel miseries to be endured" by both husband and wife, "when a young maid is wedded to an old man." This can not be given because much of it would now be regarded as indelicate. In another scene, the Squire's man Jack, and Huey Lenine, discuss the same subject. This is also inadmissible for the same reason. We are reluctant to dismember this old piece, even by so much as may be deemed necessary by persons of fastidious taste, because students of ancient manners would doubtless prefer an unpruned version. We shall give the remainder of the story as it may be gathered from the play, without dividing it into scenes. And indeed great part of it, for want of convenience in acting, was often recited by Father Christmas, in his character of Chorus. We also omit the mill scenes, as they afforded a kind of by-play, that had little or nothing to do with the main story. Whenever time was required for the principle personages to get ready, a bevy of women were brought on to gossip about old times and the past year's events, or they told stories, danced, or sung until their turn came to "serge their flour," (bolt their meal.) Duffy complaind to the kind old witch that she was very dissatisfied with her aged spouse. The old crone advised her to[12] have patience and well feather her nest, that she might secure a youthful successor to Squire Lovell, who was'nt likely to trouble her long. Notwithstanding Madam's griefs, she kept the Bucca-boo to his work, so that all her chests and presses were filled with stockings, blankets, yarn and home-spun cloth; and her husband was clad, from top to toe, in devil-made garments. Squire Lovell, as was his wont, being away hunting every week-day, from dawn till dark, and the housekeeper and other servants hearing a constant rumbling throughout the house like the noise of a spinning-wheel, only varied by the clicking of cards, thought their mistress busy at work, when she spent great part of her time at the mill.