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THE LEPRACAUN. IAPML. I906.
TEMPTATIONS OF A MODERN ST. ANTONY,
A Hvouzmc IDYL.
Saint Antony sat on a lowly stool
In his high laboratoree.
Before him there lay a very large book;
Never an eye from its page he took,
But with steadfast soul as was his rule
He scanned it carefulee.
“We must draw,” said the imps, “Saint Antony‘s eye;
From oh" this wonderful book;
We’1l fill him choke-up full of smells and cries,
Till we haven’t left him a look.”
The imps were in their best form that day,
They’d been having a high old time,
And they grinned at the obstacles placed in their way,
From “earbolic” to chloride of lime.
So to bother Saint Antony, all in a throng
They came with a smell and a smoke and a song ->
An infernal pantomime.
But the good Saint Antony kept his eyes
Fixed on the healthy book;
Nor songs nor laughter, smells nor Cries,
Could win away his look.
A quaint imp came in a shadowy form,
He Called himself H. S.,
And around the saint he raised a storm
And a flavour too strong to guess.
Till the saint could hardly keep on his legs
VVith the awful odour of ancient eggs."
Next came two imps arrayed in blacke
C. O. 2 and his brother C. 0.
And they stood behind Saint Antony’s back,
Their pestilent breaths to blow.
But the good Saint Antony bent his eyes
Upon the healthy book;
He knew the smell and he heard the sighs
And he did not trouble to look.
A myriad next of bacilli there came
Of every hue and shape,
And round the saint like moths ‘round flame
Did they flutter and buzz and gape.
But often before this game they’d tried,
So the saint didn't bother to glance aside.
Another imp Came now stranger than alle
He was made of scissors and paste.
His dart was a quill that was dipped in gall,
And an ink-jar hung from his waist.
I-Iis wings were paper, and made a bum
Like to the sound of a distant drum.
v He squinted and glower’d on the good saint’s task,
He reached the table by stealth,
And tried to o’erturn the magic flask
That contained the elixir of health.
But the saint was up on his feet like a shot,
And down the book on the imp he brought
VVith a bang that ‘woke the echoes around,
And the imp made off with a shriek and a bound.
And from that day ’tis said did the evil cease,
And the saint was left with his book in peace-
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