I held him tight, whispering very low,
'Tis a real ghost, for—I see it too!'
I felt his arm quiver under my clasp;
He started backwards with such a great start;
He flung up his arms, and cried with a gasp,
'Oh speak to me, Jack, whatever thou art!'
The ghost caught his hands with a cheer almost,
And shook them right manfully where it stood,
Shouting 'I'm neither a phantom nor ghost;
I am Jack Devize, and am flesh and blood!'