The PIOUS PAINTER. THE SECOND PART. The Painter so pious all praise had acquired ́ The Monks the unerring resemblance admired: One there was to be painted the number among Of features most fair to behold; The country around of fair Marguerite rung, Marguerite she was lovely and lively and young, Her husband was ugly and old.. O Painter avoid her! O Painter take care!" For Satan is watchful for you! Take heed lest you fall in the Wicked One's sna The net is made ready, O Painter beware Of Satan and Marguerite too. She seats herself now, now she lifts up her head, The colours are ready, the canvas is spread, He is come to her eyes, eyes so bright and so blue! In vain he retouches, her eyes sparkle more, He yielded alas! for the truth must be told, Now Satan exults in his vengeance compleat, To the Husband he makes the scheme known, Night comes and the lovers impatiently meet, Together they fly, they are seiz'd in the street, And in prison the Painter is thrown. With Repentance, his only companion, he lies, On a sudden he saw the Old Serpent arise, you villainous dauber! Sir Beelzebub cries, You are paid for your insults to me! But my tender heart it is easy to move If to what I propose you agree; That picture,.. be just! the resemblance improve, Make a handsomer portrait, your chains I'll remove, And you shall this instant be free. Overjoyed, the conditions so easy he hears, At morn he arises, composes his look; And proceeds to his work as before; The people beheld him, the culprit they took; They thought that the Painter his prison had broke, And to prison they led him once more. They open the dungeon ;.. behold in his place He smirks and he smiles and he leers with a grace, Quoth the Painter, I trust you'll suspect me no more, But I'll alter the picture above the Church-door, ST. MICHAEL'S CHAIR, AND WHO SAT THERE. Merrily merrily rung the bells, The bells of St. Michael's tower, When Richard Penlake and Rebecca his wife Richard Penlake was a chearful man, Chearful and frank and free, But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife, Richard Penlake a scolding would take, Then Richard Penlake his crab-stick would take, |