Rhyme? and reason? . inned 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 IYou re getting as familiar As if you were my cousin ! Now thats a thing / will not stand, And so I tell you flat/Aha, said he, were getting grand!(Taking a bottle in his hand) Ill soon arrange for that! 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. SCARMOGES. And I remember nothing more That
Rhyme? and reason? . inned 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 IYou re getting as familiar As if you were my cousin ! Now thats a thing / will not stand, And so I tell you flat/Aha, said he, were getting grand!(Taking a bottle in his hand) Ill soon arrange for that! 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. SCARMOGES. And I remember nothing more That I can clearly fix,Till I was sitting on the floor,Repeating Two and five are four> But five and two are six. What really passed I never learned, Nor guessed: I only know-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 me A lesson in Biography,As if I were a child. 25. u Oh, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we !Each seated on his favourite post,We chumped and chawed the butteredtoastThey gave us for our tea. j£~2^ That st017 *s m Pnt * cried. Dont say its not, because H1 rS NO UK YTUKE. 2 7 Its known as well as Bradshaws Guide!(The Ghost uneasily replied He hardly thought it was). Its not in Nursery Rhymes ? And yet I almost think it is— Three little Ghosteses were set On posteses, you know, and ate Their buttered toasteses. I have the book ; so, if you doubt it— I turned to search the stir! he cried. k We 11 do without it:I now remember all about it ; I wrote the thincr mvself. ? It came out in a Monthly, or At least my agent said it did :Some literary swell, who sawIt. thought it seemed adapted for The Magazine he edited. i»i My father was a Brownie, Sir :My mother was a Fairy. 2 8 PHANTASMA GOP I A. The notion had occurred to her,The children would be happier,If they were taught to vary. The notion
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