'To-morrow's a new day.

Why, I never made a resolution about it before.

I can keep it.

'Tis easily kept.

To-morrow I begin.' And with fists clenched in his pockets, he vowed his vow, with an oath into the fire; and ten minutes were not past and over when his eye wandered thirstily again to the flask on the middle of the table, and with a sardonic, flushed smile, he quoted the 'Good Angel's' words:-- 'O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it lest it tempt thy soul.' And then pouring out a dram, he looked on it, and said, with the 'Evil Angel'-- 'Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art, Wherein all Nature's treasure is contained: Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky, Lord and commander of the elements.' And then, with a solitary sneer, he sipped it.