As you mount the stage for departure you give him a warm shake of the hand, and suggest that it would be a grand thing if some one with a vein of poetry in his mind and the faith of God in his heart would come round some day, and passing among the geysers with a sprinkle of hot steam, would baptize them with a Christian name.
Let us ascribe to Satan nothing that is grand, or creative, or wise.

He could not make one of these grains of alum.

He could not blow up one of these bubbles on the spring.

He does some things that seem smart; but taking him all in all, he is the biggest fool in the universe.
If the devil wants to boil his "Tea-kettle," or stir his "Mush-pot," or whirl his "Grist-mill," let him do it in his own territory.

Meanwhile, let the water and the fire and the vapor, at the lift of David's orchestral baton, praise the Lord!.