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 Dawson, and makes a motion for him to join in the reel. The intrepid Hurlo foots it with the head spectre, playing all the while; the hobgoblins, warm with the exercise, sit down upon a bench. The hero regales them with Moggy Lawder; Hobgoblina, delighted with this melodious air, rises, and is making a very low curtsey; but sinking too much, falls to the ground; quickly starting up, she speaks:

My boy has won: behold your granny's ghost; Your hapless father is in durance vile; But now by thee his son shall be releas'd. Art thou the image of my grand-mamma? Said Hurlo to the dame, who answered, yes. And these the spectres of thy virgin aunts, At least maids deem'd:—Alas! not justly deem'd, For ah confessors are most dangerous men, So may Grizzelda from experience say: An Alguazil was chaste Susannah's love. The maidens interrupted Mother Mum; Methinks a goblin need not be a blab; Revolve the wisdom of the English sage,