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Mad as Christians used to be About the seventeenth century, There's others to be had In this the nineteenth just as bad.
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old men; and, as the chairman motioned Prov. to a vacant seat, they all regarded him with a stare that made him feel the reverse of jolly. Although he is well acquainted with the neighbourhood, he recognises none of them. The meal proceeded in solemn silence: look which way he would, he encounters the gaze of his companions, who appear to scowl at him with an expression of fiendish hate. Dreadful surmises flit across his brain. Suddenly his attention becomes directed to the posterior portion of the gentleman next him.
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By Jove! he has a tail. Yes, he has; and so has his neighbour, and so have they all. He fancies too he can trace a resemblance between the individual who sits at the head of the table and the fiend of the morning's exorcism. All is now clear as a pike-staff. It is a decided case of trepan. That dark fellow on the right has to complain of a forcible ejection from a comfortable dwelling in the portly corpus of Master Muggins the miller; and he on the left is the identical demon who got into Farmer Nelson's cow, and gave our hero a world of trouble to get him out. He is in the power of the incubi, whom he has been so long warring against. Not a moment is to be lost, for already they are whispering together, and the scowls get fiercer and fiercer. What is to be done? A monk would have had recourse to his breviary; Prov. thought of his hymn-book.
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Brethren, says he,
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A blessing quotha! and to _us_? roared the fiends.
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Ha! ha! Yea! yea! said Prov.; and _instanter_ he out with that _spirit-stirring_ stanza of
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Jesus the name, high over all, In hell, or earth, or sky, Angels and men before Him fall, And devils fear and fly!