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As they were thus merry eating and carousing, “What’s the matter says the doctor, with that melancholy ghost, that he does not rise out of his coffin? He has been among us this fortnight, and has not yet given us any of his company: sure he is sadly tired with his journey out of the other world, for he has had a plaguy long sleep after it: Prithee awake him, and ask him to eat a bit with us, for he has had no refreshment since he has been in the Elizium;” With that one of the most frightful of the spectres with a taper in his hand, opens the lid of the coffin, and hollowing in his ears, “mag damnum haggle duggle, deputy governor of the lower regions, desires your company to supper with him.” Upon which he raised his head to the edge of the coffin, and beholding such a parcel of frightful figures feeding as heartily as so many ploughmen; “Pray, says he, do dead men eat? Aye, aye, and drink too, says the doctor, or how should they live else?” “Then says the judge, if eating be to custom of this country, I will make my resurrection and pick a bit with you.” So they lent him a hand, and conducted him to a seat at the table. “Truly, says he, I am very glad to find that dead men live so merrily;” “Well may we be so merry, cries the doctor, for we live better here without money, than one in the other world can for a thousand
