Cannot stand the stucco culture and the egotistic talk;
Warner may have "lovely manners," Howells swears he has, but then
Ghosts have seen as good in days of stately dames and high-born men;
While a curious nasal accent, just a soupcon of a twang,
May cause spectres of refinement an involuntary pang.
So it seems the phantoms shun it, be the reason what it may,
Not a single ghost of Boston owns to living there to-day.
Possibly, if we but knew it, an American's too spry,
And he takes his spirit with him when he condescends to die;
Any way the "spooks" have vanished, and the spectres of old time