The Days The Thing.

Wuw--Wuw--Wuw--Wuw--Wuw--Wuw--

W-Waterloo Place? yes you

T--Take the first tut--tut--tut--turning

that faces you,--

Lul--left, and then kuk--kuk--kuk,--kuk--

kuk--kuk--keep up Pell Mell'till you

See the Wuw--Wuw----Wuw----Wuw----

Zounds, Sir, you'll get there before I

can tell it you!

GHOSTRIES.

ID you never hear a rustling,

In the comer of your room;

When the faint fantastic fire-light

Served but to reveal the gloom?

Did you never feel the clammy

Terror, starting from each pore,

At a shocking

Sort of knocking

On your chamber door?

Did you never fancy something

Horrid, underneath the bed?

Or a ghastly skeletonian,

In the garret overhead?

Or a sudden life-like movement,

Of the Vandyke, grim and tall?

Or that ruddy

Mark, a bloody

Stain upon the wall?

Did you never see a fearful

Figure, by the rushlight low,

Crouching, creeping, crawling nearer--

Putting out its lingers--SO.

Whilst its lurid eyes glared on you

From the darkness where it sat--

And you could not,

Or you would not,

See it was the cat?