Chapter XXX

Biting his nails, and shaking with fear,
The wizard vile was standing near;

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When he saw Catawampus fall and die,
He knew that the end of his course was nigh.
"My flint," he cried, "is fixed, I snore!"
He rent his hair and his garments tore,
Blasphemed and cursed, and vowed and swore.

Jack felt half frightened and greatly shocked,
When, behold! the mountain rocked:

Sudden night overspread the sky;
Pale blue lightnings glimmered by;
Roared the thunder, yawned the earth;
And with yells of hideous mirth,
Mid serpents and skeletons ghastly and dire,
The spirits of evil came in fire;-
Beelzebub and Zatanai,
Asdramelech and Asmodai,
Zamiel and Ashtaroth, with legions
Of frightful shapes from Pluto's regions;
And, the sorceror shrieking with frantic dismay,
On the wings of a whilwind they bore him away.

When once again the daylight broke,
The castle had vanished away like smoke.