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Updated: June 11, 2025
To read of such scenes, produces painfully interesting sensations; but even these are not so strong or intense as those delightful feelings which pervade the mind while watching the poor pilgrim in his struggles to get through the Slough of Despond, his terror under the flames of Mount Sinai, his passing unhurt the darts from Beelzebub's castle, and his finding refuge at the Wicket Gate.
At Beelzebub's approach the Incroyable, perhaps mindful of obligations in another quarter, bowed and moved off, leaving the field temporarily quite clear. She greeted him with a faint recurrence of her former blush. "Why, Peter!" she cried and so sealed with confirmation his surmise as to her mistake "I was wondering what had become of you. I thought you must have gone home."
"He had enough of it, as I'll engage! Did he tell you of the pot which tosses and roars as if the biggest of Beelzebub's fires was burning beneath, and of the hog's-back over which the water pitches, as it may tumble over the Great Falls of the West!
By the side of the actress, and filling up the threshold, stood Gionetta, with her hands thrust up to the elbow in two huge recesses on either side her gown, pockets, indeed, they might be called by courtesy; such pockets as Beelzebub's grandmother might have shaped for herself, bottomless pits in miniature.
Help him to saddle Pirate." "Saddle Pirate, Miss Annesley!" cried the boy, his mouth open and his eyes wide. "You see?" said the girl to Warburton. "Take down that saddle with the hooded stirrups," said Warburton, briefly. He would ride Pirate now, even if Pirate had been sired in Beelzebub's stables. He carefully inspected the saddle, the stirrup- straps and the girth. "Very good, indeed.
"Bless the devil, ye crop-eared knave!" exclaimed Sir Geoffrey; "for nothing less than the father of all fanatics saved your brains from being blown about like the rinsings of Beelzebub's porridge pot!" "Sir Geoffrey," said Major Bridgenorth, "I have already told you, that with you I will hold no argument; for to you I am not accountable for any of my actions."
"Thou art right, Prudence, and I am hot and hasty; but does not the villain deserve the warmest place in Beelzebub's dominions who would harm thee? Prudence, thou shalt not remain in his house." "That will I," replied the girl. "Why, who is to wait on my mistress, and take care of her but me?
Sampson wishes to speak to me alone. And now they are gone, what, in heaven's name, Mr. Sampson, is the meaning of all this?" "It may be a message from Heaven," said the Dominie, "but it came by Beelzebub's postmistress. It was that witch, Meg Merrilies, who should have been burned with a tar-barrel twenty years since, for a harlot, thief, witch, and gipsy."
Her whole soul was concentrated upon Beelzebub's reply. It came at last with the effect of something uttered from an immense distance that was yet piercingly distinct. "Went " said Beelzebub, and paused; then, with renewed effort, "Wentworth." And Sybil turned from him, shrinking as though something evil had touched her, and walked stiffly back into the house. She had known it all day long!
The relation of Matthew's sickness, and the method of his cure, may be justly esteemed among the finest passages of this work. He ate the fruit of Beelzebub's orchard, sin, the disease of the soul, threatening eternal death. It is an unspeakable mercy to be exceedingly pained with it. Such need the physician, and the remedy is at hand. Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus!
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