The Roman Catholic priests of the vicinity, however, look at the matter
in another light, and regard the "Deathlike face" as the editor of the
_Tablet_ does the Salette miracle, where the Virgin astonished the weak
mind of the pig-boy and girl, and sent a very proper message to the
French people not to swear. They say that the Ghost is that of somebody
who, not having paid up the priest's "dues," will haunt the
neighbourhood until somebody else pays them for him. The landlord of the
house, who seems to have most reason to complain of the apparition,
intends to pay these "dues," and charge them in the rent, unless the
next tenant likes to take the Ghost with the fixtures.
This is, _Punch_ joyfully admits, an enlightened age, but its lights
will, sometimes, burn blue.
* * * * *
A CONSULTATION "IN ARTICULO."
Doctors, diplomatic doctors, mixers of the paper-pill.
Fuming, fussing, drafts discussing, o'er a dying nation,
Protocol-prescription-mongers, slow to cure, but strong to kill,
Spreading words, like blister-ointment, to allay an irritation.
CLARENDON, M.D., prescribeth sedatives and cooling potion;
_Le Docteur_ DROUYN DE L'HUYS to stimulants inclineth;
_Hofartzt_ BRUCK of _vis naturæ medicatrix_ hath a notion;
_Medicus_ AUPICK, looking wise, doth nothing, but defineth.
Wrangle, jangle, argol-bargol, still the Doctors diplomatic
But differ to agree again, and but agree to differ,
While the poor old Turk, their patient, groweth more and more asthmatic,
And his eye gets dim and dimmer, and his limbs wax stiff and stiffer.
While behind the patient's curtain, with cautious step, yet certain,
The AZRAEL who that poor old Turk hath threatened many a year--
A Calmuc skull, with vulture claw, and waist like spider girt in--
To choke death's rattle, and do battle for the body, doth appear.
The Doctors argue with him, and he patiently doth listen;
He treateth them to reasons, and they treat him to replies;
But the old Turk's eyeballs glaze, and the Calmuc eyeholes glisten;--
And while the Doctors differ the presumptuous patient dies!
* * * * *
LOUIS NAPOLEON AT BOULOGNE.
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