All prefent then utter'd a terrified shout; The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, "Behold me, thou falfe one! behold me!" he cried; "God grants, that, to punish thy falfehood and pride, Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound, Then fank with his prey through the wide-yawning ground: Or the spectre who bore her away. Not long lived the Baron: and none fince that time To inhabit the caftle prefume; For chronicles tell, that, by order fublime, There Imogine fuffers the pain of her crime, At midnight four times in each year does her sprite, Array'd in her bridal apparel of white, Appear Appear in the hall with the skeleton-knight, While they drink out of fKulls newly torn from the grave, No. V. LES JOLLUP THE GRAVE, AND BROWN SALLY GREEN. ORIGINAL.-M. G. LEWIS. This is a Parody upon the foregoing Ballad. I must acknowledge, however, that the lines printed in italics, and the idea of making an apothecary of the knight, and a brewer of the baron, are taken from a parody which appeared in one of the news-papers, under the title of "Pil-Garlic the Brave and Brown Celeftine." A DOCTOR fo prim and a fempstress so tight "And as," faid Giles Jollup, "To physic a feverish land, " to-morrow I go "At fome fixpenny hop, or perhaps the Mayor's fhow, "You'll tumble in love with fome fmart city beau, And with him fhare your fhop in the Strand.". -"Lord! how can you think fo?" brown Sally Green faid; "You must know mighty little of. me; "For if you be living, or if you be dead, "I fwear, 'pon my honour, that none in your stead "Shall hufband of Sally Green be. "And if e'er for another my heart fhould decide, "False to you and the faith which I gave, "God grant that, at dinner too amply supplied, "Over-eating may give me a pain in my fide; "May your ghoft then bring rhubarb to phyfic the bride, "And fend her well dofed to the grave !". Away went poor Giles, to what place is not told: But scarce had a twelvemonth elapfed, when behold His wealth, his pot-belly, and whisky of cane, The steam of strong beer now bewildering her brain, He He caught her while tipfy! denials were vain, And now the roaft beef had been blefs'd by the prieft, Tooth and nail like a wolf fell the bride on the feast; When a bell-('twas a dustman's)-toll'd-" one!" Then first with amazement Brown Sally Green found His cravat and his ruffles with snuff were embrown'd; His wig was turn'd forwards, and short was his height; The women (oh! wondrous) were hush'd at his fight: Now, as all wish'd to speak, but none knew what to say, They look'd mighty foolish and queer: At length spoke the bride, while fhe trembled-" I pray, "Dear Sir, your peruke that aside you would lay, "And partake of some strong or small beer!” The |