ND did you really walk," said I,"On such a wretched night?
I always fancied Ghosts could fly -If not exactly in the sky,
Yet at a fairish height." "It's very well," said he, "for
To soar above the earth:
But Phantoms often find that wings -Like many other pleasant things -Cost more than they are worth. "Spectres of course are rich, and
Can buy them from the Elves:
But WE prefer to keep below -They're stupid company, you know,
For any but themselves: "For, though they claim to be
From pride, they treat a
As something quite beneath contempt -Just as no Turkey ever
Of noticing a Bantam." "They seem too proud," said I, "to
To houses such as mine.
Pray, how did they contrive to
So quickly that 'the place was low,'And that I 'kept bad wine'?" "Inspector Kobold came to you - "The little Ghost began.
Here I broke in - "Inspector who?
Inspecting Ghosts is something new!
Explain yourself, my man!" "His name is Kobold," said my guest:"One of the Spectre order:
You'll very often see him
In a yellow gown, a crimson vest,
And a night-cap with a border. "He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill ;
So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of
ST,
Which he complains of still. "Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his especial hunting-grou nd,
We call him the
RE. " I bore it - bore it like a man -This agonizing witticism!
And nothing could be sweeter
My temper, till the Ghost
Some most provoking criticism. "Cooks need not be indulged in waste;
Yet still you'd better teach
Dishes should have
ME
RT of taste.
Pray, why are all the cruets
Where nobody can reach them? "That man of yours will never
His living as a waiter!
Is that queer
NG supposed to burn?(It's far too dismal a
To call a Moderator). "The duck was tender, but the
Were very much too old:
And just remember, if you please,
The
XT time you have toasted cheese,
Don't let them send it cold. "You'd find the bread improved,
I think,
By getting better flour:
And have you anything to
That looks a
LE less like ink,
And isn't
TE so sour?" Then, peering round with curious eyes,
He muttered "Goodness gracious!"And so went on to criticise -"Your room's an inconvenient size:
It's neither snug nor spacious. "That narrow window,
I expect,
Serves but to let the dusk in - ""But please," said I, "to recollect'Twas fashioned by an
Who pinned his faith on Ruskin!" "I don't care who he was,
Sir,
On whom he pinned his faith!
Constructed by whatever law,
So poor a job I never saw,
As I'm a living Wraith! "What a re-markable cigar!
How much are they a dozen?"I growled "No matter what they are!
You're getting as
As if you were my cousin! "Now that's a thing I
LL
OT
ND,
And so I tell you flat.""Aha," said he, "we're getting grand!"(Taking a bottle in his hand)"I'll soon arrange for
AT!" And here he took a careful aim,
And gaily cried "Here goes!"I tried to dodge it as it came,
But somehow caught it, all the same,
Exactly on my nose.
And I remember nothing
That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
Repeating "Two and five are four,
But
VE
ND
WO are six." What really passed I never learned,
Nor guessed:
I only
That, when at last my sense returned,
The lamp, neglected, dimly burned -The fire was getting low - Through driving mists I seemed to seeA Thing that smirked and smiled:
And found that he was giving meA lesson in Biography,
As if I were a child.
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