To carry off a doctor Faustus!
Why scream the bats! why hoot the owls!
While Darwin’s midnight bull-dog howls![61]
Say, what portends this mighty rumpus,
To fright our senses out of compass!
’Tis Radcliffe’s sullen sprite now rising,[62]
To warn you by a sight surprising,
More solemn than a curtain lecture,
Or Monk-y Lewis’ Spanish Spectre![63]
Now, in a sort of moody mutter,