Spoke, spoke, spoke.
(To Charon.) Pull away, my old friend,
For at last there's an end
To their croak, croak, croak.
(Bacchus pays his two obols, and is landed)
NOTES OF A READER.
LAYING A GHOST.
In the Memoirs of J.F. Oberlin, Pastor of a poor Protestant flock, in one of the wildest parts of France, we find the following pleasant recipe for laying a ghost:—