Or it may be disembodied spirits, when abroad they walk, Cannot stand the stucco culture and the egotistic talk; WARNER may have "lovely manners," HOWELLS swears he has, but then Ghosts have seen as good in days of stately dames and high-born men; While a curious nasal accent, just a _soupcon_ of a twang, May cause spectres of refinement an involuntary pang. So it seems the phantoms shun it, be the reason what it may, Not a single ghost of Boston owns to living there to-day. Possibly, if we but knew it, an American's too spry, And he takes his spirit with him when he condescends to die; Any way the "spooks" have vanished, and the spectres of old time Only live in cheap romances and the poet's idle rhyme. * * * * * FORTUNATE AND ECONOMICAL. DRURIOLANUS OPERATICUS didn't go over to Brussels the other day for nothing. What he had in his pocket at starting we are not aware, but it is certain that, while abroad, he collared a tenner, which is to last him through the ensuing season at Covent Garden. The new tenor's name is "YBOO." Beautiful name! "Why boo?" Ask _Sir Pertinax Macsycophant_, who tells us that "boo'ing" (not "for BALFOUR") is the only way to get on in life. The tenor, if successful, will be able to reply to "Y-BOO" with the satisfactory answer--"Because I'm called before the Curtain." * * * * * [Illustration: THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE EXPRESSED DIFFERENTLY.] _Jones_ (_nervously conscious that he is interrupting a pleasant tete-a-tete_). "A--I'M SORRY TO SAY I'VE BEEN TOLD TO TAKE YOU IN TO SUPPER, MISS BELSIZE!" * * * * * GRANDOLPH'S LATEST. Yes; "one man in his time plays many parts," But GRANDOLPH posing on a Temperance platform? Young Tories who so praised their hero's arts Hardly expected him to show in _that_ form. He was their Coming Champion; he'd revive The memories of the mighty days of BEAKY. Him they could trust to keep the game alive; Was he not vigorous, various, cool, and cheeky? GLADSTONE he'd beard, Corruption he would throttle. And here he stands behind the Water-Bottle! As the political Puck he was rare fun, As young Bellerophon he was a wonder; He'd see that England had the biggest gun, He'd end the era of expensive blunder. E'en as _Jack Sheppard_ collaring GLADSTONE'S "swag," The Tory-Democratic hosts admired him; And when he seemed to stumble or to lag, They swore he'd be "all there"--when they required him. But _did_ they picture him upon the stump As the Grand Young Apostle of the Pump?