Though his eyes were heavy, and legs did ache, Jack was far too wide awake To trust himself to the arms of sleep;-- I mean to say he was much too deep. Stumping, through the midnight gloom, Up and down in the neighbouring room, Like a pavior's rammer, Ap Morgan goes. "I shouldn't much like him to tread on my toes!" Thought Jack as he listened with mind perplexed;-- "I wonder what he's up to next?" XVI. Short was our hero's marvelling; For, deeming him in slumber locked, The monstrous oaf began to sing: Gracious, how the timbers rocked! From double throat He poured each note, So his voice was a species of double bass, Slightly hoarse, Rather coarse, {021} And decidedly wanting _a little_ in grace: A circumstance which unluckily smashes A comparison I was about to make Between it and the great Lablache's,-- Just for an allusion's sake. Thus warbled the gigantic host, To the well-known air of "Giles Scroggins' Ghost: See Page Image: ==> {021} XVII. "Ha! say you so," Thought Jack; "oh, oh! " And, getting out of bed, He found a log;-- "Whack that, old Gog! He whispered, "in my stead." XVIII. In steals the Giant, crafty old fox! His buskins he'd doffed, and he walked in his socks, And he fetches the bed some tremendous knocks With his great big mace, I' th' identical place Where Jack's wooden substitute quietly lay; And, chuckling as he went away, He said to himself, "How. Griffith Ap Jones Will laugh when he hears that I've broken his bones! [Illustration: 045] {022} XIX. The morning shone brightly, all nature was gay; And the Giant at breakfast was pegging away: On pantomime rolls all so fiercely fed he, And he ate hasty-pudding along with his tea. Oh, why starts the monster in terror and fright? Why gapes and why stares he when Jack meets his sight? Why mutters he wildly, o'ercome with dismay, "How long have ghosts taken to walking by day?" [Illustration: 047] {023} XX. "Pless us!" he cried, "it can't be;--no! " "'Tis I," said Jack, "old fellow, though." "How slept you?" asked the monster gruff. "Toi lol," he answered;--"well enough: About twelve, or one, I awoke with a rat,-- At least, I fancied it was that,-- Which fetched me with its tail a ' whop; ' But I went off again as sound as a top." XXI. Jack's feet the Giant did n't scan, Because he was a Pagan man; And knew no more than a mining lad What kind of a foot Apollyon had;