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WHEREIN IT IS SHOWN THAT THE MOST ARDENT SPIRITS ARE MORE

James Russell Lowell

ORNAMENTAL THAN USEFUL

 

Many a speculating wight

Came by express-trains, day and night,

To see if Knott would 'sell his right,' 550

Meaning to make the ghosts a sight--

What they call a 'meenaygerie;'

One threatened, if he would not 'trade,'

His run of custom to invade,

(He could not these sharp folks persuade

That he was not, in some way, paid,)

And stamp him as a plagiary,

By coming down, at one fell swoop,

With THE ORIGINAL KNOCKING TROUPE,

Come recently from Hades, 560

Who (for a quarter-dollar heard)

Would ne'er rap out a hasty word

Whence any blame might be incurred

From the most fastidious ladies;

The late lamented Jesse Soule,

To stir the ghosts up with a pole

And be director of the whole,

Who was engaged the rather

For the rare merits he'd combine,

Having been in the spirit line, 570

Which trade he only did resign,

With general applause, to shine,

Awful in mail of cotton fine,

As ghost of Hamlet's father!

Another a fair plan reveals

Never yet hit on, which, he feels,

To Knott's religious sense appeals--

'We'll have your house set up on wheels,

A speculation pious;

For music, we can shortly find 580

A barrel-organ that will grind

Psalm-tunes--an instrument designed

For the New England tour--refined

From secular drosses, and inclined

To an unworldly turn, (combined

With no sectarian bias;)

Then, travelling by stages slow,

Under the style of Knott & Co.,

I would accompany the show

As moral lecturer, the foe 590

Of Rationalism; while you could throw

The rappings in, and make them go

Strict Puritan principles, you know,

(How _do_ you make 'em? with your toe?)

And the receipts which thence might flow,

We could divide between us;

Still more attractions to combine,

Beside these services of mine,

I will throw in a very fine

(It would do nicely for a sign) 600

Original Titian's Venus.'

Another offered handsome fees

If Knott would get Demosthenes

(Nay, his mere knuckles, for more ease)

To rap a few short sentences;

Or if, for want of proper keys,

His Greek might make confusion,

Then just to get a rap from Burke,

To recommend a little work

On Public Elocution. 610

Meanwhile, the spirits made replies

To all the reverent _whats_ and _whys_,

Resolving doubts of every size,

And giving seekers grave and wise,

Who came to know their destinies,

A rap-turous reception;

When unbelievers void of grace

Came to investigate the place,

(Creatures of Sadducistic race,

With grovelling intellects and base,) 620

They could not find the slightest trace

To indicate deception;

Indeed, it is declared by some

That spirits (of this sort) are glum,

Almost, or wholly, deaf and dumb,

And (out of self-respect) quite mum

To skeptic natures cold and numb

Who of _this_ kind of Kingdom Come

Have not a just conception:

True, there were people who demurred 630

That, though the raps no doubt were heard

Both under them and o'er them,

Yet, somehow, when a search they made,

They found Miss Jenny sore afraid,

Or Jenny's lover, Doctor Slade,

Equally awestruck and dismayed,

Or Deborah, the chambermaid,

Whose terrors not to be gainsaid

In laughs hysteric were displayed,

Was always there before them;

This had its due effect with some

Who straight departed, muttering, Hum! 642

Transparent hoax! and Gammon!

But these were few: believing souls,

Came, day by day, in larger shoals,

As the ancients to the windy holes

'Neath Delphi's tripod brought their doles,

Or to the shrine of Ammon.

 

The spirits seemed exceeding tame,

Call whom you fancied, and he came; 650

The shades august of eldest fame

You summoned with an awful ease;

As grosser spirits gurgled out

From chair and table with a spout,

In Auerbach's cellar once, to flout

The senses of the rabble rout,

Where'er the gimlet twirled about

Of cunning Mephistopheles,

So did these spirits seem in store,

Behind the wainscot or the door,

Ready to thrill the being's core

Of every enterprising bore 662

With their astounding glamour;

Whatever ghost one wished to hear,

By strange coincidence, was near

To make the past or future clear

(Sometimes in shocking grammar)

By raps and taps, now there, now here--

It seemed as if the spirit queer

Of some departed auctioneer 670

Were doomed to practise by the year

With the spirit of his hammer:

Whate'er you asked was answered, yet

One could not very deeply get

Into the obliging spirits' debt,

Because they used the alphabet

In all communications,

And new revealings (though sublime)

Rapped out, one letter at a time,

With boggles, hesitations, 680

Stoppings, beginnings o'er again,

And getting matters into train,

Could hardly overload the brain

With too excessive rations,

Since just to ask _if two and two

Really make four? or, How d' ye do_?

And get the fit replies thereto

In the tramundane rat-tat-too,

Might ask a whole day's patience.

 

'Twas strange ('mongst other things) to find 690

In what odd sets the ghosts combined,

Happy forthwith to thump any

Piece of intelligence inspired,

The truth whereof had been inquired

By some one of the company;

For instance, Fielding, Mirabeau,

Orator Henley, Cicero,

Paley, John Ziska, Marivaux,

Melancthon, Robertson, Junot, 699

Scaliger, Chesterfield, Rousseau,

Hakluyt, Boccaccio, South, De Foe,

Diaz, Josephus, Richard Roe,

Odin, Arminius, Charles _le gros_,

Tiresias, the late James Crow,

Casabianca, Grose, Prideaux,

Old Grimes, Young Norval, Swift, Brissot,

Malmonides, the Chevalier D'O,

Socrates, Fénelon, Job, Stow.

The inventor of _Elixir pro_,

Euripides, Spinoza, Poe, 710

Confucius, Hiram Smith, and Fo,

Came (as it seemed, somewhat _de trop_)

With a disembodied Esquimaux,

To say that it was so and so,

With Franklin's expedition;

One testified to ice and snow,

One that the mercury was low,

One that his progress was quite slow,

One that he much desired to go,

One that the cook had frozen his toe, 720

(Dissented from by Dandolo,

Wordsworth, Cynaegirus, Boileau,

La Hontan, and Sir Thomas Roe,)

One saw twelve white bears in a row,

One saw eleven and a crow,

With other things we could not know

(Of great statistic value, though,)

By our mere mortal vision.

 

Sometimes the spirits made mistakes,

And seemed to play at ducks and drakes. 730

With bold inquiry's heaviest stakes

In science or in mystery:

They knew so little (and that wrong)

Yet rapped it out so bold and strong,

One would have said the unnumbered throng

Had been Professors of History;

What made it odder was, that those

Who, you would naturally suppose,

Could solve a question, if they chose,

As easily as count their toes, 740

Were just the ones that blundered;

One day, Ulysses happening down,

A reader of Sir Thomas Browne

And who (with him) had wondered

What song it was the Sirens sang,

Asked the shrewd Ithacan--_bang! bang!_

With this response the chamber rang,

'I guess it was Old Hundred.'

And Franklin, being asked to name

The reason why the lightning came, 750

Replied, 'Because it thundered.'

 

On one sole point the ghosts agreed

One fearful point, than which, indeed,

Nothing could seem absurder;

Poor Colonel Jones they all abused

And finally downright accused

The poor old man of murder;

'Twas thus; by dreadful raps was shown

Some spirit's longing to make known

A bloody fact, which he alone 760

Was privy to, (such ghosts more prone

In Earth's affairs to meddle are;)

_Who are you?_ with awe-stricken looks,

All ask: his airy knuckles he crooks,

And raps, 'I _was_ Eliab Snooks,

That used to be a pedler;

Some on ye still are on my books!'

Whereat, to inconspicuous nooks,

(More fearing this than common spooks)

Shrank each indebted meddler;

Further the vengeful ghost declared 771

That while his earthly life was spared,

About the country he had fared,

A duly licensed follower

Of that much-wandering trade that wins

Slow profit from the sale of tins

And various kinds of hollow-ware;

That Colonel Jones enticed him in,

Pretending that he wanted tin,

There slew him with a rolling-pin,

Hid him in a potato-bin, 781

And (the same night) him ferried

Across Great Pond to t'other shore,

And there, on land of Widow Moore,

Just where you turn to Larkin's store,

Under a rock him buried;

Some friends (who happened to be by)

He called upon to testify

That what he said was not a lie,

And that he did not stir this 790

Foul matter, out of any spite

But from a simple love of right;--

Which statements the Nine Worthies,

Rabbi Akiba, Charlemagne,

Seth, Golley Gibber, General Wayne,

Cambyses, Tasso, Tubal-Cain,

The owner of a castle in Spain,

Jehanghire, and the Widow of Nain,

(The friends aforesaid,) made more plain

And by loud raps attested; 800

To the same purport testified

Plato, John Wilkes, and Colonel Pride

Who knew said Snooks before he died,

Had in his wares invested,

Thought him entitled to belief

And freely could concur, in brief,

In everything the rest did.

 

Eliab this occasion seized,

(Distinctly here the spirit sneezed,)

To say that he should ne'er be eased 810

Till Jenny married whom she pleased,

Free from all checks and urgin's,

(This spirit dropt his final g's)

And that, unless Knott quickly sees

This done, the spirits to appease,

They would come back his life to tease,

As thick as mites in ancient cheese,

And let his house on an endless lease

To the ghosts (terrific rappers these

And veritable Eumenides) 820

Of the Eleven Thousand Virgins!

 

Knott was perplexed and shook his head,

He did not wish his child to wed

With a suspected murderer,

(For, true or false, the rumor spread,)

But as for this roiled life he led,

'It would not answer,' so he said,

'To have it go no furderer.'

At last, scarce knowing what it meant,

Reluctantly he gave consent 830

That Jenny, since 'twas evident

That she _would_ follow her own bent,

Should make her own election;

For that appeared the only way

These frightful noises to allay

Which had already turned him gray

And plunged him in dejection.

 

Accordingly, this artless maid

Her father's ordinance obeyed, 839

And, all in whitest crape arrayed,

(Miss Pulsifer the dresses made

And wishes here the fact displayed

That she still carries on the trade,

The third door south from Bagg's Arcade,)

A very faint 'I do' essayed

And gave her hand to Hiram Slade,

From which time forth, the ghosts were laid,

And ne'er gave trouble after;

But the Selectmen, be it known,

Dug underneath the aforesaid stone, 850

Where the poor pedler's corpse was thrown,

And found thereunder a jaw-bone,

Though, when the crowner sat thereon,

He nothing hatched, except alone

Successive broods of laughter;

It was a frail and dingy thing,

In which a grinder or two did cling,

In color like molasses,

Which surgeons, called from far and wide.

Upon the horror to decide, 860

Having put on their glasses,

Reported thus: 'To judge by looks,

These bones, by some queer hooks or crooks,

May have belonged to Mr. Snooks,

But, as men deepest read in books

Are perfectly aware, bones,

If buried fifty years or so,

Lose their identity and grow

From human bones to bare bones.'

 

Still, if to Jaalam you go down,

You'll find two parties in the town, 871

One headed by Benaiah Brown,

And one by Perez Tinkham;

The first believe the ghosts all through

And vow that they shall never rue

The happy chance by which they knew

That people in Jupiter are blue,

And very fond of Irish stew,

Two curious facts which Prince Lee Boo 879

Rapped clearly to a chosen few--

Whereas the others think 'em

A trick got up by Doctor Slade

With Deborah the chambermaid

And that sly cretur Jinny.

That all the revelations wise,

At which the Brownites made big eyes,

Might have been given by Jared Keyes,

A natural fool and ninny,

And, last week, didn't Eliab Snooks

Come back with never better looks, 890

As sharp as new-bought mackerel hooks,

And bright as a new pin, eh?

Good Parson Wilbur, too, avers

(Though to be mixed in parish stirs

Is worse than handling chestnut-burrs)

That no case to his mind occurs

Where spirits ever did converse,

Save in a kind of guttural Erse,

(So say the best authorities;)

And that a charge by raps conveyed 900

Should be most scrupulously weighed

And searched into, before it is

Made public, since it may give pain

That cannot soon be cured again,

And one word may infix a stain

Which ten cannot gloss over,

Though speaking for his private part,

He is rejoiced with all his heart

Miss Knott missed not her lover.