Make ends meet

have not seen for many a day. The culture, too, that shapes the world, at last

Hath e'en the devil in its sphere embraced; The northern phantom from the

scene hath pass'd, Tail, talons, horns, are nowhere to be traced! As for the

foot, with which I can't dispense, 'Twould injure me in company, and hence,

Like many a youthful cavalier, False calves I now have worn for many a year.

I am beside myself with joy, To see once more the gallant Satan here!

Woman, no more that name employ!

But why! what mischief hath it done?