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So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's
His horse at last stood still.
The calender, amaz'd to see
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him :
“ What news? what news ? your tidings tell ;
Tell me you must and shall-
Or why you come at all ?”
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd a timely joke; And thus unto the calender
In merry guise he spoke:
“ I came because your horse would come ;
And, if I well forbode,
They are upon the road.”
The calender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word, But to the house went in;
Whence straight he came with hat and wig;
A wig that flow'd behind,
Each comely in it's kind.
He held them up, and in his turn
Thus show'd his ready wit,
“ But let me scrape the dirt away,
That hangs upon your face;
Be in a hungry case."
Said John, “ It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton,
And I should dine at Ware.”
So turning to his horse, he said,
6 I am in haste to dine; 'T was for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine."
Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast !
For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
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 Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
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 did mee
John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
By catching at his rein ;
But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels,
The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin Ay,
They rais'd the hue and cry:
“ Stop thief! stop thief!- a highwayman!"
Not one of them was mute;
Did join in the pursuit.
Flew open in short space;
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, Long live the King,
And Gilpin long live he ;
May I be there to see !
JOSEPH HILL, Esq. DEAR JOSEPH five-and-twenty years ago Alas, how time escapes ! — 't is even so With frequent intercourse, and always sweet, And always friendly, we were wont to cheat A tedious hour — and now we never meet ! As some grave gentleman in Terence says, ('T was therefore much the same in ancient days,)
Good lack, we know not what to-morrow brings -
Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life,
Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringe, Swinging the parlour door upon it's hinge, Dreading a negative, and overaw'd Lest he should trespass, begg'd to go abroad. “ Go, fellow !-whither?”turning short about “ Nay. Stay at home-you 're always going out." “ 'T is but a step, sir, just at the street's end.” « For what?”—“An please you, sir, to see a friend." “ A friend !” Horatio cried, and seem'd to start“ Yea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart. And fetch my cloak ; for, though the night be raw, I'll see him too the first I ever saw.”
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild, And was his plaything often when a child ; But somewhat at that moment pinch'd him close, Else he was seldom bitter or morose. Perhaps his confidence just then betray'd, His grief might prompt hin with the speech he made; Perhaps 't was mere good-humour gave it birth, The harmless play of pleasantry and mirth.