_Ralph._ There's no fear on't, but he'l be taught to groan better when he comes to groan for himself. One would have thought he should have practised the Art of Groaning more accurately before he went to groan upon such an Occasion as this--He should have groaned as if he had been groaning for his Life, that had taken such a part upon him--but it seems he rather fell a braying then a groaning, and so discover'd himself--for upon the noise, as some Report, or at least, as the Goblin deserv'd, one of the Watch coming up to him, and perceiving by his shoes, that he had no Cloven-Feet, _Can't ye be quiet_., quo he, _in your Grave_? _I'le make ye quiet_; and with that, gave him such a Palt o'th Pate and the Thigh, as quickly chang'd the colour of his Ghostly Habit. _Ralph._ I' good faith, the Watchmen did more then all the Committee could do--for they only strove to make him a faigned Goblin, but the Watchman made him a real _Raw-Head and Bloody-Bones_.--A Catastrophe that such an enterprize justly deserv'd.--But what became of poor Raw-Head and Bloody-Bones? _Will._ The now real Goblin was forc'd to confess his name, and the names of his Associates, and to chear up the Watch with Drink and Money for the fright he had put 'em in, and so they let him go, to groan forth his own Lamentations to the Gulls that set him at Work. _Ralph._ Well, I will say nothing of the Speech one way nor other, but sure it was an act neither generous nor christian-like, to raise up an Impostor to disturb the silence of a Gentleman's Grave that had paid his last debt to Justice. _Will._ Barbarous and papistical, which is as much as needs be said of it. FINIS. London: Printed by J. Grantham, MDCLXXXIII. 294. The true Englishman speaking plain English. By Edward Fitzharris. 1681.