Accosted him with cringing air:
“Most noble sir, ’t is plain to see
You are not of the likes of me;
You are a spook of high degree.”
“My good man,” cried J. Wentworth B.,
“Leave me a little while, I pray,
I’ve travelled very far to-day,
And I desire to be alone
With him who sleeps beneath this stone.
I cannot rest till I have seen