Piece of intelligence inspired, With this response the chamber rang, "I guess it was Old Hundred." And Franklin, being asked to name The reason why the lightning came, Replied, "Because it thundered." On one sole point the ghosts agreed, 'T was thus; by dreadful raps was shown Old Grimes, Young Norval, Swift, Bris- Some spirit's longing to make known sot, Maimonides, the Chevalier D'O, Socrates, Fenelon, Job, Stow, Confucius, Hiram Smith, and Fo, With Franklin's expedition; By our mere mortal vision. Sometimes the spirits made mistakes, And seemed to play at ducks and drakes With bold inquiry's heaviest stakes In science or in mystery; They knew so little (and that wrong) Yet rapped it out so bold and strong, One would have said the unnumbered throng Had been Professors of History; Were just the ones that blundered; And who (with him) had wondered What song it was the Sirens sang, A bloody fact, which he alone In Earth's affairs to meddle are ;) Who are you? with awe-stricken looks, All ask his airy knuckles he crooks, And raps, "I was Eliab Snooks, That used to be a pedler; Some on ye still are on my books!" A duly licensed follower Of that much-wandering trade that wins And various kinds of hollow-ware; And (the same night) him ferried Across Great Pond to t' other shore, And there, on land of Widow Moore, Just where you turn to Larkin's store, Under a rock him buried; Some friends (who happened to be by) He called upon to testify That what he said was not a lie, And that he did not stir this Foul matter, out of any spite But from a simple love of right; Which statements the Nine Worthies, Rabbi Akiba, Charlemagne, Seth, Colley Cibber, General Wayne, Cambyses, Tasso, Tubal-Cain, The owner of a castle in Spain, Jehanghire, and the Widow of Nain, (The friends aforesaid,) made more plain And by loud raps attested; To the same purport testified Asked the shrewd Ithacan—bang! bang! | Plato, John Wilkes, and Colonel Pride Who knew said Snooks before he died, Eliab this occasion seized, Of the Eleven Thousand Virgins! Knott was perplexed and shook his head, He did not wish his child to wed With a suspected murderer, (For, true or false, the rumor spread,) But as for this roiled life he led, "It would not answer," so he said, "To have it go no furderer." At last, scarce knowing what it meant, Reluctantly he gave consent That Jenny, since 't was evident That she would follow her own bent, Should make her own election; For that appeared the only way These frightful noises to allay Which had already turned him gray And plunged him in dejection. Accordingly, this artless maid" Her father's ordinance obeyed, And, all in whitest crape arrayed, (Miss Pulsifer the dresses made And wishes here the fact displayed That she still carries on the trade, The third door south from Bagg's Arcade,) A very faint "I do" essayed And gave her hand to Hiram Slade, From which time forth, the ghosts were laid, And ne'er gave trouble after; But the Selectmen, be it known, Dug underneath the aforesaid stone, Where the poor pedler's corpse was thrown, And found thereunder a jaw-bone, Though, when the crowner sat thereon, He nothing hatched, except alone Still, if to Jaalam you go down, And one by Perez Tinkham ; Two curious facts which Prince Lee Boo Rapped clearly to a chosen few Whereas the others think 'em And, last week, did n't Eliab Snooks (So say the best authorities ;) And that a charge by raps conveyed Should be most scrupulously weighed And searched into, before it is Made public, since it may give pain That cannot soon be cured again, And one word may infix a stain Which ten cannot gloss over, Though speaking for his private part, He is rejoiced with all his heart Miss Knott missed not her lover. Have trod far planets where the atmosphere (Of nobler temper) steeps the face with light, Just as our skins are tanned and freckled here; His air was that of a cosmopolite In the wide universe from sphere to sphere; Perhaps he was (his face had such grave beauty) An officer of Saturn's guards off duty. XIV. mere Both saints began to unfold their tales Auricular canal or mill-race fed All day and night, in sunshine and in shower, From their vast heads of milk-andwater-power. |