THE LAW AND THE GHOST

New Zealand Times, Volume XXXIII, Issue 7979, 9 December 1911, Page 6

THE LAW AND THE GHOST

Th© law mav boldly bid m© tak© No heed of ghosts, bufe I will swear Th© law ’has never lain awake . While each distinct and separate hair Sat up in terror on its head At 'hearing a soft, ghostly troafi Come slowly np tho stair!

The law has never had its dreams, About the midnight hour, cut short Br bubbling shrieks and piercing screams, ‘Nor has Sir Rupert's ghost at sport. His severed head beneath his arm, • Clutched at its breast with wild alarm. No. nothing,ot the sort!

The law has haply never seen A lady with a- face like chalk, Trarsparent as tho moon's pale hcam, ■iriewn the haunted passage walk, Wringing her hands and moaning low lake wind among the trees, and so I say it needn’t talk!

The law is dull: the law is dry. It reckons not ol tho weird and strange. But if it feels inclined to try A meet complete and thorough change, I- yet will ask it as a friend To spend with mo a long week-end At mine own moated grange! —Touchstone, in “Daily Mail."