"I've haunted dungeons, castles, towers — Wherever I was sent: I've often sat and howled for hours, Drenched to the skin with driving showers, Upon a battlement. "It's quite old-fashioned now to groan When you begin to speak: This is the newest thing in tone — " And here (it chilled me to the bone) He gave an awful squeak. "Perhaps," he added, "to your ear That sounds an easy thing? Try it yourself, my little dear! It took me something like a year, With constant practising. "And when you've learned to squeak, my man, And caught the double sob, You're pretty much where you began: Just try and gibber if you can! That's something like a job! "I've tried it, and can only say I'm sure you couldn't do it, e- ven if you practised night and day, Unless you have a turn that way, And natural ingenuity. "Shakspeare I think it is who treats Of Ghosts, in days of old, Who 'gibbered in the Roman streets,' Dressed, if you recollect, in sheets — They must have found it cold. "I've often spent ten pounds on stuff, In dressing as a Double; But, though it answers as a puff, It never has effect enough To make it worth the trouble. "Long bills soon quenched the little thirst I had for being funny. The setting-up is always worst: Such heaps of things you want at first, One must be made of money!