The Haunted Hour eBook

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“From Alexandria we set sail,
    With corn, and oil, and figs,
But steering ‘too much Sow,’ we struck
    Upon the Sow and Pigs!

“The ship we pumped till we could see
    Old England from the tops;
When down she went with all our hands,
    Right in the Channel’s Chops.

“Just give a look in Norey’s Chart,
    The very place it tells: 
I think it says twelve fathom deep,
    Clay bottom, mixed with shells.

“Well, there we are till ‘hands aloft,’
    We have at last a call,
The pug I had for brother Jim,
    Kate’s parrot, too, and all.”

“But oh, my spirit cannot rest
    In Davy Jones’s sod,
Till I’ve appeared to you and said,
    ’Don’t sup on that there Cod!

“You live on land, and little think
    What passes in the sea;
Last Sunday week, at 2 P.M.,
    That Cod was picking me!

“Those oysters, too, that look so plump,
    And seem so nicely done,
They put my corpse in many shells,
    Instead of only one.

“Oh, do not eat those oysters, then,
    And do not touch the shrimps;
When I was in my briny grave
    They sucked my blood like imps!

“Don’t eat what brutes would never eat,
    The brutes I used to pat,
They’ll know the smell they used to smell,
    Just try the dog and cat!”

The spirit fled, they wept his fate,
    And cried Alas, Alack! 
At last up started brother Jim—­
    “Let’s try if Jack, was Jack!”

They called the Dog, they called the Cat,
    The little Kitten, too,
And down they put the Cod and sauce
    To see what brutes would do.

Old Tray licked all the oysters up,
    Puss never stood at crimps,
But munched the Cod—­and little Kit
    Quite feasted on the Shrimps!

The thing was odd, and minus Cod
    And sauce, they stood like posts;
Oh, prudent folks, for fear of hoax,
    Put no belief in Ghosts!


A Legend of Palestine and West Kent

Out and spake Sir Ingoldsby Bray,
A stalwart knight, I ween, was he,
  “Come east, come west, Come lance in rest,
Come falchion in hand, I’ll tickle the best
Of the Soldan’s Chivalrie!”

Oh, they came west, and they came east,
Twenty-four Emirs and Sheiks at the least,
  And they hammer’d away At Sir Ingoldsby Bray,
Fall back, fall edge, cut, thrust, and point,—­
But he topp’d off head, and he lopp’d off joint;
  Twenty and three, Of high degree,
Lay stark and stiff on the crimson’d lea,
All—­all save one—­and he ran up a tree! 
“Now count them, my Squire, now count them and see!”
  “Twenty and three!  Twenty and three!—­
All of them nobles of high degree: 
There they be lying on Ascalon lea!”

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