The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resemblinga homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . . . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desks dead wood? . . . . . . . . . Sabbathless Satan!