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XXXVI.

"Oh! have you never heard of the Black Friar? The Spirit of these walls?"--"In truth not I." "Why Fame--but Fame you know's sometimes a liar-- Tells an odd story, of which by and by: Whether with time the Spectre has grown shyer, Or that our Sires had a more gifted eye For such sights, though the tale is half believed, The Friar of late has not been oft perceived.