The mother strait sends for the priest;
He comes, and he enjoys the jest.
His features brighten up with rapture,
And thus he preaches o'er his capture: -
"You feel the matter right, dear madam;
These pearls-'twere wrong the poor child had 'em:
To them who strive is grace accorded,

And he who conquers is rewarded.

The Church will feel (we cannot question)
No difficulty of digestion ;

Will swallow without fear of surfeit

The ill-got goods that sin makes forfeit ;

Whole realms, their produce and their profit,
She eats up, and thinks nothing of it:
The Church alone, with conscience quiet,
Can thrive upon this doubtful diet."

FAUSTUS.

That this is false each day evinces,
Or true as well of Jews and princes.

MEPHISTOPHeles.

On this, he swept into his pocket
Ear-rings and bracelet, chain and locket,
And made no more of pearls and casket,
Than if he pocketed a basket

Of nuts,

then treats them with a lecture

On vanity, states his conjecture

--

Upon the uses of affliction,

And leaves them with his benediction.

Does nothing-knows not what she should
Thinks night and day on what she lost,
But dwells on him who gave them most.

FAUSTUS.

Poor thing! her grief goes to my heart!

Bring her more jewels

come be smart

The first, coarse common things were they.

MEPHISTOPHELES (in affected vexation).

Mere trinkets flung in sport away!

- My toil is nothing, nor the value

Of what I give!

Act for my ends, by my direction.

Court thou the widow- tax invention

For sweet things - draw off her attention

Come come

you're dull as water gruel,

Up-up away for chain and jewel!

Mephistopheles.

My lord, I cheerfully obey.

[FAUSTUS exit.

How a man fooled with love will fling away Sun. stars, earth, heaven, upon the chosen lady All cheap as presents to a child on May-day!

[Exit.

THE NEIGHBOUR'S HOUSE.

MARTHA (alone).

God help and pity me, and pardon

My poor old man! he treats me badly ;

Thus to off
go
A wedded wife,

-'tis

here pining sadly

Am I upon my lonely straw.
I loved and doted on him so,
His very will to me was law;
And for no reason thus to go

And die abroad (weeping) --- he must have died
Yet 'twould be satisfactory

If I could have it certified.

My knees are sinking under me.

I've found another casket, one
Like that so lately had and gone,
Laid in my press - of ebony

The rings and jewels in it are

More brilliant than the former far.

MARTHA.

Your mother must not hear it, though, Or straitway to the priest they go.

Come here as often as you please, And try them on where no one sees : Before the glass be whole hours spent Adjusting every ornament.

We will enjoy their full effect,

With none your secret to suspect;
Then as occasions come, a ball,

A dance, a day of festival,