THE INVOCATION. Fays, Fairies, Genii, Elves, and Demons, hear! POPE. Headless horses,-wandering ghosts, Who all around these precincts are, From Croghan-keep, to Knocknashee, While stalking dark as funeral pall, The blind mole heard not thy foot fall; Adjoining. In this bog, some bodies of armed soldiers have been found. Phantoms approach; from blasted oak, While leaf-stript branches, o'er my head, "Hence, horrible shadow!" said Macbeth I greet you, goblins, great and small; And welcome to a lang-syne place, Deem not the glen-field means to scout you; Like sun-beam in moon-mirror seen, Or willow pale, our lake within, * As the Ash-park apparition is, by some, alleged to do. Let all a mingled echo seem, Of laugh, wail, song, sob, gust, or stream, In mystic coronach hung o'er us ; And be it nam'd "the Newtown Chorus." If this Invocation should need to be explained, and be worth explaining,the keys will be found in the following Articles in this volume; viz. The White Squadron-The Rencontre-The Ash-park Apparition-The Black Dog-The White Lady. A TRUE STORY. "Rise up, rise up," Miss Kitty cried; "Oh ask me not, Miss Kate, to go! I'll bring it with to-morrow's dawn; "To-morrow's dawn it will not do ; But Dempsey, why should you refuse, "Miss Kate, Miss Kate, I dare not go : For I should meet the Man in black, "Tut! nonsense, Boy! you cannot fear : No living persons wander here; "Indeed, Miss Kate, I will not go, Me, in the old Ash lane.* “He walks with a stately marching tread, With a three cocked hat upon his head,+ "He sometimes tramps it on the road; With a kind of light, all round about, *The walk of another of the Newtown Apparitions. + This coiffure is not as ghostly as I might wish it: but so is the legend: ita lex scripta ; and I must obey and follow. In excuse for the language of this -shall I call it ballad?-I would remind the Reader, that it is" a true story;' and that it accordingly gives the words of Mick Dempsey, as far as the rules of Poesy, and demands of Metre, will admit.-For some inattention also, to the laws of rhyme, the Author would offer the same apology. C "His coat is black; his waistcoat's black; His trousers are black; and shoe buckles black; "If he only walk the Ashy Park, The road, or the lone Ash Lane, "Oh, no, Miss Kate, for tho' I know, "What can you fear," Miss Kitty said; Is it the horse without a head, Or John Brien's white Lady?" "'Tis not the horse without a head; Nor is it the white girl that walks "'Tis not the fairy elves I fear, That dance in the upper grounds : 'Tis Captain Smith ;* for oft, I hear, *Captain Smith has been said to be "a good travelling name," and our phantom ramblers may well be called travellers, although they be Revenans. The above verses (the true story) were not written by the Author of the preceding articles in this small volume. |