chapter I can make after such a----My good little girl, will you

just take the candle, and look carefully under the table?--that's a dear! Yes, my love, very black indeed, with two horns, and inclined to be corpulent. Gentlemen and ladies who have cultivated an acquaintance with the Phoenician language, are aware that Belzebub, examined etymologically and entomologically, is nothing more nor less than Baal-zebub--"the Jupiter-Fly"--an emblem of the Destroying Attribute, which attribute, indeed, is found in all the insect tribes, more or less. Wherefore, as Mr Payne Knight, in his _Inquiry into Symbolical Languages_, hath observed--the Egyptian priests shaved their whole bodies, even to their eyebrows, lest unaware they should harbour any of the minor Zebubs of the great Baal. If I were the least bit more persuaded that that black cr-cr were about me still, and that the sacrifice of my eyebrows would deprive him of shelter, by the souls of the Ptolemies! I would,--and I will, too. Ring the bell, my little dear! John,--my--my cigar-box! There is not a cr in the world that can abide the fumes of the Havannah! Pshaw, sir, I am not the only man who lets his first thoughts upon cold steel end, like this chapter, in--Pff--pff--pff--!