By the Rev. Canon Jackson F.S.A. 209 



Aia. — William and Margaret. 

 T'was at that time when Morpheus reigu'd. 



And Screech Owls take their flight; 

 When injur'd Spectres walk the earth. 



The guilty to afl^right. 

 The clock had told the midnight hour. 



When wrapt in winding sheet. 

 In glided Ayliffe's grimly Ghost 



And stood at Reynard's feet ; 

 His face was like a Barber's block 



When newly powder'd o'er ; 

 And round his neck, for solitaire, 



A hempen string he wore. 

 Stretched out upon his bed of down. 



The drowsy Statesman lay ; 

 In dreams revolving future schemes 



His country to betray. 

 Three times the angry airy form, 



The curtains hard did shake; 

 And three times cry'd in hollow tone, 



Aviahe ! Awake ! Awake ! 

 This unexpected awful sound 



Soon reach'd the Villain's ear; 

 Then like stern Richard in his tent 



He started, pale with fear. 

 " Hah ! what, or who, or whence art thou 



That thus offend'st my sight ? 

 Art Ihou corporeal, quickly say. 



Or visionary sprite ? " 

 " Behold (return'd the throttled shade) 



A face you well must know ; 

 By thee condemn'd to die with shame. 



And suffer pains below. 

 What tho' I forg'd that fatal scrowl, 



I only cheated you ; 

 But King and Country you have wrong'd ; 

 What will not Traitors do ? 



