Azzageddi, would you had a hand, I'd shake it." "Not so with us; who, rear to rear, shake each other's tails, and courteously inquire, 'Pray, worthy sir, how now stands the great thermometer ?'" "The very prince of devils, this." "How mad our Babbalanja is," cried Mohi.

My lord, take heed; he'll bite." "Alas! alas!" sighed Yoomy.
"Hark ye, Babbalanja," cried Media, "enough of this: doff your devil, and be a man." "My lord, I can not doff him; but I'll down him for a time: Azzageddi! down, imp; down, down, down! so: now, my lord, I'm only Babbalanja." "Shall I test his sanity, my lord ?" cried Mohi.
"Do, old man." "Philosopher, our great reef is surrounded by an ocean; what think you lies beyond ?" "Alas!" sighed Yoomy, "the very subject to renew his madness." "Peace, minstrel!" said Media.

"Answer, Babbalanja." "I will, my lord.

Fear not, sweet Yoomy; you see how calm I am.

Braid- Beard, those strangers, that came to Mondoldo prove isles afar, as a philosopher of old surmised, but was hooted at for his surmisings.