_Ralph._ Most Enigmatical, Problematical, Emphatical, and Emblematical--for a _Night-Rail_ being a kind of a Cloak, was most proper to cover a piece of Knavery. _Will._ To hide his lower parts, the _Fishmongers_ lent him their _Aprons_. _Ralph._ More Enigmatical still.--For _Fishmongers_ being men of Lent and Fasting days--the _Fishmongers' Aprons_ were to put the Ghost in mind of his sorrow, contrition, and repentance for owning a Speech that was none of own. _Will._ By your favour, Sir, here's a Breach of an Act of Parliament discovered, to bring a Spirit out of his Grave in _Linnen_, whereas he ought to have appear'd in _Crape_; and being a Lord in Lac't _Crape_ too. _Ralph._ Well! But what had the Goblin about his Head? _Will._ His head was muffl'd up in a White Diaper Napkin--to shew that the Letter was drapered with the Inventions of several Writers, and not of one plain Woofe. _Ralph._ Shame faw the Luggs on 'em for a Company of Dotards--as if the Devil were grown as fantastical as the _French_, to change his old fashions.--Now the old fashions of Ghosts, ever since I heard of Ghosts was always the same, a Winding-sheet with two Knots and a Taper in the Spirit's hands, with which the _Chandler_ might easily have furnished the Devil. Or if the Spirit must needs rise in the same Cloaths he was burr'd, the Cabal had much better ha' club'd for a new _Crape_ Funeral Suit--'Twould ha' serv'd the Goblin of a Vintner another time, when the juice of his own _Lime-Fats_ had burnt up his Liver. I'le undertake there's ne're a Booth in _Pork Fair_ but would have dressed up a Hobgoblin more artificially than such a consultation of Ninny Hammers--But when the Devil was thus betrumpery'd what did he do? _Will._ In this Mere-maid's Attire, he went attended with the two _Fishmongers_ for his Guard, and the _Chandler_ and _Printer_ were to be Witnesses they saw the Apparition.--At length when he came to his Posts, as the Contrivers had laid it, 'tis to be supposed, near the House where the Lord _Russel_ liv'd, he fell a groaning like an Oxe at the first sticking; nay, he groan'd even like the Groaning-board itself; and after a short preamble of Lamentations lewdly uttered, He cried out, _Oh--I have no rest because of the Speech that I never made, but_ Dr. Burnet.