Nor stop we here — strange farragos succeed, ("Oh, horrible! most horrible indeed!") Undaunted IRELAND dares the mighty test, Although, in raising spirits and the rest, LEWIS without a rival stands confest. Though sprites appear obedient at his will, Ghosts are but ghosts; and demons, demons still; Alike in matter, and in form the same:— Hobgoblins differ only — in the name: Yet LEWIS trembles lest his fame be won, And MISTRESS RADCLIFFE fears herself outdone.
Mr. Ireland has written a great number of romances, full of the most riduculous diablerie; in one of them is the merry incident of "a little red woman" being yearly whipped round the abbey cloisters by the devil!
