The process scarcely hurts at all -
Not more than when YOU're what you call

'Cut up' by a Review.
"The Fifth is one you may prefer

That I should quote entire:-
THE KING MUST BE ADDRESSED AS 'SIR.'

THIS, FROM A SIMPLE COURTIER,
IS ALL THE LAWS REQUIRE:

"BUT, SHOULD YOU WISH TO DO THE THING
WITH OUT-AND-OUT POLITENESS,

ACCOST HIM AS 'MY GOBLIN KING!
AND ALWAYS USE, IN ANSWERING,

THE PHRASE 'YOUR ROYAL WHITENESS!'
"I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear,

After so much reciting :
So, if you don't object, my dear,

We'll try a glass of bitter beer -
I think it looks inviting."

CANTO III - Scarmoges
"AND did you really walk," said I,

"On such a wretched night?
I always fancied Ghosts could fly -

If not exactly in the sky,
Yet at a fairish height."

"It's very well," said he, "for Kings
To soar above the earth:

But Phantoms often find that wings -
Like many other pleasant things -

Cost more than they are worth.
"Spectres of course are rich, and so

Can buy them from the Elves:
But WE prefer to keep below -

They're stupid company, you know,
For any but themselves:

"For, though they claim to be exempt
From pride, they treat a Phantom

As something quite beneath contempt -
Just as no Turkey ever dreamt

Of noticing a Bantam."
"They seem too proud," said I, "to go

To houses such as mine.
Pray, how did they contrive to know

So quickly that 'the place was low,'
And that I 'kept bad wine'?"

"Inspector Kobold came to you - "
The little Ghost began.

Here I broke in - "Inspector who?
Inspecting Ghosts is something new!

Explain yourself, my man!"
"His name is Kobold," said my guest:

"One of the Spectre order:
You'll very often see him dressed

In a yellow gown, a crimson vest,
And a night-cap with a border.

"He tried the Brocken business first,
But caught a sort of chill ;

So came to England to be nursed,
And here it took the form of THIRST,

Which he complains of still.
"Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,

Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,

Are his especial hunting-ground,
We call him the INN-SPECTRE."

I bore it - bore it like a man -
This agonizing witticism!

And nothing could be sweeter than
My temper, till the Ghost began

Some most provoking criticism.
"Cooks need not be indulged in waste;

Yet still you'd better teach them
Dishes should have SOME SORT of taste.

Pray, why are all the cruets placed
Where nobody can reach them?

"That man of yours will never earn
His living as a waiter!

Is that queer THING supposed to burn?
(It's far too dismal a concern

To call a Moderator).
"The duck was tender, but the peas

Were very much too old:
And just remember, if you please,

The NEXT time you have toasted cheese,
Don't let them send it cold.

"You'd find the bread improved, I think,
By getting better flour:

And have you anything to drink
That looks a LITTLE less like ink,

And isn't QUITE so sour?"
Then, peering round with curious eyes,

He muttered "Goodness gracious!"
And so went on to criticise -

"Your room's an inconvenient size:
It's neither snug nor spacious.

"That narrow window, I expect,
Serves but to let the dusk in - "

"But please," said I, "to recollect
'Twas fashioned by an architect

Who pinned his faith on Ruskin!"
"I don't care who he was, Sir, or

On whom he pinned his faith!
Constructed by whatever law,

So poor a job I never saw,
As I'm a living Wraith!

"What a re-markable cigar!
How much are they a dozen?"

I growled "No matter what they are!
You're getting as familiar

As if you were my cousin!
"Now that's a thing I WILL NOT STAND,

And so I tell you flat."
"Aha," said he, "we're getting grand!"

(Taking a bottle in his hand)
"I'll soon arrange for THAT!"

And here he took a careful aim,
And gaily cried "Here goes!"

I tried to dodge it as it came,
But somehow caught it, all the same,

Exactly on my nose.
And I remember nothing more

That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,

Repeating "Two and five are four,
But FIVE AND TWO are six."

What really passed I never learned,
Nor guessed: I only know

That, when at last my sense returned,
The lamp, neglected, dimly burned -

The fire was getting low -
Through driving mists I seemed to see

A Thing that smirked and smiled:
And found that he was giving me

A lesson in Biography,
As if I were a child.

CANTO IV - Hys Nouryture
"OH, when I was a little Ghost,

A merry time had we!
Each seated on his favourite post,

We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for our tea."

"That story is in print!" I cried.
"Don't say it's not, because

It's known as well as Bradshaw's Guide!"
(The Ghost uneasily replied

He hardly thought it was).
"It's not in Nursery Rhymes? And yet

I almost think it is -
'Three little Ghosteses' were set

'On posteses,' you know, and ate
Their 'buttered toasteses.'

"I have the book; so if you doubt it - "
I turned to search the shelf.

"Don't stir!" he cried. "We'll do without it:
I now remember all about it;

I wrote the thing myself.
"It came out in a 'Monthly,' or

At least my agent said it did:
Some literary swell, who saw

It, thought it seemed adapted for
The Magazine he edited.

"My father was a Brownie, Sir;
My mother was a Fairy.

The notion had occurred to her,
The children would be happier,

If they were taught to vary.
"The notion soon became a craze;

And, when it once began, she
Brought us all out in different ways -

One was a Pixy, two were Fays,
Another was a Banshee;

"The Fetch and Kelpie went to school
And gave a lot of trouble;

Next came a Poltergeist and Ghoul,
And then two Trolls (which broke the rule),

A Goblin, and a Double -
"(If that's a snuff-box on the shelf,"

He added with a yawn,
"I'll take a pinch) - next came an Elf,

And then a Phantom (that's myself),
And last, a Leprechaun.

"One day, some Spectres chanced to call,
Dressed in the usual white:

I stood and watched them in the hall,
And couldn't make them out at all,

They seemed so strange a sight.
"I wondered what on earth they were,

That looked all head and sack;
But Mother told me not to stare,

And then she twitched me by the hair,
And punched me in the back.

"Since then I've often wished that I
Had been a Spectre born.

But what's the use?" (He heaved a sigh.)
"THEY are the ghost-nobility,

And look on US with scorn.
"My phantom-life was soon begun:

When I was barely six,
I went out with an older one -

And just at first I thought it fun,
And learned a lot of tricks.

"I've haunted dungeons, castles, towers -

• phrase [freiz] n.短语；词组；措词 (初中英语单词)
• wretched [´retʃid] a.可怜的；倒霉的 (初中英语单词)
• stupid [´stju:pid] a.愚蠢的；糊涂的 (初中英语单词)
• turkey [´tə:ki] n.火鸡 (初中英语单词)
• temper [´tempə] n.韧度 v.锻炼；调和 (初中英语单词)
• supposed [sə´pəuzd] a.想象的；假定的 (初中英语单词)
• whatever [wɔt´evə] pron.&a.无论什么 (初中英语单词)
• literary [´litərəri] a.文学(上)的 (初中英语单词)
• barely [´beəli] ad.公开地；仅仅 (初中英语单词)
• haunted [´hɔ:tid] a.常出现鬼的，闹鬼的 (初中英语单词)
• goblin [´gɔblin] n.恶鬼，小妖精 (高中英语单词)
• contempt [kən´tempt] n.轻蔑；受辱；不顾 (高中英语单词)
• contrive [kən´traiv] v.发明；设计；图谋 (高中英语单词)
• crimson [´krimzən] a.&n.深(紫)红(的) (高中英语单词)
• dismal [´dizməl] a.灰暗的；阴郁的 (高中英语单词)
• criticise [´kritisaiz] v.批评；批判；评论 (高中英语单词)
• nursery [´nə:səri] n.托儿所；苗床；养鱼场 (高中英语单词)
• learned [´lə:nid] a.有学问的，博学的 (高中英语单词)
• hoarse [hɔ:s] a.嘶哑的；嗓门粗哑的 (英语四级单词)
• brownie [´brauni] n.小精灵 (英语四级单词)
• especial [i´speʃəl] a.特别的，特殊的 (英语六级单词)
• inconvenient [,inkən´vi:niənt] a.不方便的 (英语六级单词)
• uneasily [ʌn´i:zili] ad.不安地；局促地 (英语六级单词)
• phantom [´fæntəm] n.幽灵；幻影 a.幻想的 (英语六级单词)