And live on asses’ milk and milder air.
“My uncle bought a farm, and on the land
The fine old mansion yet was left to stand,
Not in this state, but old and much decay’d;
Of this a part was habitable made;
The rest—who doubts?—was by the spirits seized,
Ghosts of all kinds, who used it as they pleased.
“The worthy farmer tenant yet remain’d,
Of good report—he had a fortune gain’d; 20
And his three daughters at their school acquired