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And stop and eat--for well you may.

Be in a hungry case !
Said John-" It is my wedding day :

And folks would gape and stare,
If wife should dine åt Edmonton,

And I should dine at Ware!" So turning to his horse, he said,

“ I am in haste to dine ;
Twas for your pleasure you came here',

You shall go back for mine."
Ab! luckless speech, and bootless boasts i

For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying a39,

Did sing most loud and clear :
Whereat his horse did snort, as if

He heard a lion roar;
And gallop'd off with all his might;

As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig ;
He lost them sooner than at first;

For why? They were too big.
Now Gilpin's wife, when she had seen i

Her husband posting down.
Into the country, far away,

She pull'd out half a crown : And thus unto the youth she said

That drove them to the Bell, « This shall be yours, when you bring back,

My husband safe and well.”
The youth did ride, and soon they met ; ,

He tried to stop John's horse
By seizing fast the flowing rein

But only made things worse :
But not performing what he meanti

And gladly would have done,
He thereby frighted Gilpin's horse,

And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin-and away.

Went postbøj at his heels ;
The postboy's horse righ-glad to missy,

The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road;

Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scamp'ring in the rear,

They rais'd the bue and cry. a stop thief ! stop thief! a highwayman ib? »

Not one of them was mute ;

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So they, and all that pass'd that way,

Soon join'd in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again

Flew open in short space ;
The toll-men thinking, as before,

That Gilpin rode a race:
And so he did, and won it too ;

For he got first to town:
Nor stopp'd till where he had got up,

He did again get down.
Now let us sing—"Long live ihe king ;

And Gilpin, long live he :
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!"
VII.-The Creation of the World.- MILTON.

MEANWHILE the Son
On his great expedition non appear’d,
Girt with omnipotence, with radiance crown's,
Of majesty divine; sapience and love
Immense, and all his Father in him shone.
About his chariot numberless were pour'd
Cherub and seraph, potentates and thrones,
And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariots wing'd
From the armory of God; where stand of Id
Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd
Against a solemn day, harness'd at hand.
Celestial equipage ! and now came forth
Spontaneous, for within the spirit liv’d,
Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide
Her erercuring gates, harmonious sound !
On golden hinges moving, to let fort!
'The King of Glory, in his powerful Word
And Spirit, coming to create new worlds.
On heavenly ground they stood, and from ihe slucre

They view'd ihe vast immeasurable aby:s,
Outrageous as a se:1; dar k, wasteful, wild;
Up from the bottom turn'd by furious winds;
Avd surging waves, as mountains to assault
Heaven's height, and with the centre mix the pele.
Silence, ye iroubled waves! and thou deep, peace!
Said then the cmnific Word, your discord end :
Nor stay'd; but on the wings of Cherubim
Uplified,

in paternal glory rode
Far into Chacs, and the world unborn;
For Ch20s heard his voice; him all his train
Follow'd in bright possession to behold
Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Then stay'd the fervid wheels, and in his hand
He took the golden compasses, prepar'd
In God's eternal store, to circumscribe

This universe, and all created things.
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure,
And said thus far extend, thus tar thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O world!

Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
Matter uform'd and void ! Darkness profound
Cover'd th’abyss ; but on the watery calm
His brooding wings the spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus’d, and vital warinth
Throughout the Auid mass; but downward purg'd
The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adrerse to life ; then founded, then cenglob'd
Like things to like, the rest to several place
Disparted; and between, spun out the air ;
And earth self-balanced, on ter centre hung.

Vili.- Overthrow of the Rebel Angels.--IB. So spake the Son, and into terror chang'd His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enesnies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shape contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound Of torrent Algods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes, right ouward drove, Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels The stea last empireap shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues. They astonish’d, all resistance lost, All courage ; down their idle weapons drop'd : O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode, Of thrones and nighty seraphim prostrate, That wish'd the mountains, now, might be again Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire. Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell His arrows, fron the fourfold visag'd four Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels Distinc: alike with multitude ofeyes : One spirit in them rul'd; and every eye Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire Among th' accurs’d, that wither'd all their strength, And, of their wonteù vigor, left them drain'd, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall’n. Yet half his strength he put net forth; but check'd His thunder in mid volley ; for he meant Not to destroy but to root them out of heaven, The overthrown hę rais’d ; and as a here

Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd,
Drove them before him thunderstruck pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heaven ; Which opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Siruck them with horror backward ; bur far worse
Urg'd them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven ; eternal wrath

Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
IX. Alexander's Feast ; or the Power of Music An Ode

for St. Cicilia's Day.DRYDEN.
"TWAS at the royal feast, for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son.-
Aloft in awful state,
The gorllike hero sat
On his imperial throne.

His valient peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound ;

So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sar like a blooming eastern bride,
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.com

Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave,

None but the brave,
None but the brave, deserve the fair.
'Timotheus plac'd on high,

Amid the tuneful choir,

With flying fingers touch the lyre ;
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove.
Who left his blissful seats above ;
(Such is the power of mighty love!)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode

When he to fair Olympia press'd,
And stan p'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.

The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound i
A present deity, they shout around ;
A present deity; the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,

Assumes the god, affects to nod,
And seems to shake thé spheres.
The praise of Bachus, then, the sweet musician sung ;
OI Bachus, ever fair and ever young.

The jolly god in triumph coupes !
Sound the trumpet; beat the drums ;

Flush'd with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face ;
Now give the hautboy's breath he comes ! he comes !

Bachus, ever fair and young,
Drinking jovs did first ordaip:

Bachus blessings are a treasure ;
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure :

Rich the treasure ;

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure, after pain.
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain ;
Fought all his battles o'er again ;

(slain. And thrice he routed all his for's, and thrice he slew the

The master saw the madness rise ;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;

And, while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand and check'd his pride.

He chose a mournfui muse,

S. :ft pity to infuse:
He sung Darius, great and good,

By too severe a fare,
Fall'n, fall'n, fali'n fall'n,

Fali'n, from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood:
Deserted at his utmost need
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
With not a friend to close his eves.

With downcast look the joyless victor sat,
Revolving, in his alter'd soul,

Tie various turns of fate below;
And now and then, a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.
The mighty miaster smild to see
That love was in the next degree ;
'Twas but a kindred sound to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lidian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures,
War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;
Honor but an empty bubble !

Never ending, srill beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.

It the world be wor:h the winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying ;

Lovely Thais sits beside thee;

Take the good the gods provide thee, The many rend the skies with loud applause, So love was crown'd ; bui music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

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