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Rh Such as mine eyes avoach. I have seen, yea touched the leathern wallet found On the body of one from whom the truth was wrenched By salutary tortare. He confeased, Though but a famulus of the master-wizard, The horrible old MoBes of Mayence, He had flung such pouches in the Rhine, the Elbe, The Oder, Danube-in a hundred brooks, Until the wholesame air reeked pestilence; Twas an ell Iong, filled with a dry, fine dust Of rasty black and red, deftly compounded Of powdered fleeh of basilisks, spiders, froga, And lizarda, baked with eacramental doagh In Christian blood.

Such goblin-tales may curdle The veins of priest-rid women, fools, and chidren- They are not for the ears of sober men

Pardon me, Sire. I am R simple eoldier. My God, my coDEcience, and my Buzerain, These are my guiden-blindfold I follow them.