While Darwin’s midnight bull-dog howls!
A delectable imitation of Dr Darwin’s delightful pair of lines—
“Shrill scream the famish’d bats and shiverings owls,
And long and loud the dog of midnight howls.
To prevent any post obit disputes among those who may hereafter write comments on this sublime passage, I have thought it advisable to designate the species of the dog which howls so horridly on this great occasion.
’Tis Radcliffe’s sullen sprite now rising.
This shows Pluto to be a god of correct calculation. Had he sent one of your water-gruel ghosts, it is a thousand to one if your worships would have paid the least deference to the mandates of his sooty highness.
Or Monk-y Lewis’ Spanish Spectre!