Dear wife, last midnight, whilst I read
  The tomes you so despise,
A spectre rose beside the bed,
  And spake in this true wise:
“From Canaan’s beatific coast
  I ’ve come to visit thee,
For I am Frognall Dibdin’s ghost,”
  Says Dibdin’s ghost to me.

I bade him welcome, and we twain
  Discussed with buoyant hearts...