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Rh [Used by special arrangement with Houghton Mifflin Company, authorized publishers of the writings of Oliver Wendell Holmes.]

I.OOK out! Look out, boys! Clear the track! The witches are here! They've all come back They hanged them high, but they wouldn't lie still, For cats and witches are hard to kill; They buried them deep but they wouldn't die,— Books say they did, but they lie! they lie!

II.A couple of hundred years, or so, They had knocked about in the world below, When an Essex deacon dropped in to call, And a homesick feeling seized them all ; For he came from a place they knew full well, And many a tale he had to tell. They longed to visit the haunts of men, To see the old dwellings they knew again, On their well-trained broomsticks mounted high. Seen like shadows against the sky; Crossing the tracks of owls and bats, Hugging before them their coal-black cats.

III.Well did they know, those gray old wives, The sights we see in our daily drives: