As solemnly as before the spirit replied--

"From Pit that's bottomless and dark--
Methinks I hear it shrieking--Hark!"


(The Baron certainly did hear a tumult that might
well be termed infernal; though whether it emanated
from Mr. Gallosh, fiends, or the piper, he could not at
the moment feel certain.)

"I came o'er many leagues of heather
To carry back the answer whether
The noble chieftain of my clan
Conducts him like a gentleman."


After this warning, to put the third question
required an effort of the most supreme resolution. The
Baron was equal to it, however.

"Vat instroction do you give me?" he managed to
utter.

In the gravest accents the Wraith chanted--

"Hang ever kilt above the knee,
With Usquebaugh be not too free,
When toasts and sic'like games be mooted
See that your dram be well diluted;