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DR. SHERIDAN. 1723. Well, if ever. I saw such another man since my
mother bound my head! You a gentleman! marry come up! I wonder where
you were bred. I'm sure such words do not become a man of your
cloth; I would not give such language to a dog, faith and
troth. Yes, you call'd my master a knave: fie, Mr. Sheri.
dan! 'tis a shame For a parson, who should know better things, to
come out with such a name. Knave in your teeth, Mr. Sheridan! 't is both a shame,
and a sin; And the Dean my master is an honester man than
you and all your kin: He has more goodness in his little finger, than you
have in your whole body: My master is a parsonable man, and 'not a spindle.
shank'd hoddy-doddy. And now, whereby Í find you would fain make an Because my master one day, in anger, call'd you
goose; Which, and I am sure I have been his servant four
years since October, And he never call?d me worse than sweet-heart,
drunk or sober: Not that I know his reverence was ever concern’d to
my knowledge, Though you and your come-rogi keep him out so
late in your college. You
say you will eat grass on his grave; a christian
tian eat grass!
Whereby you now confess yourself to be a goose or But that's as much as to say, that my master should
die before ye; Well, well, that's' as God pleases; and I don't bra
lieve that's a true story: And so say I told you so, and you may go tell my
master; what care I? And I don't care who knows it; 'tis all one to Mary. Every body knows that I love to tell truth, and shame
the devil; I am but a poor servant; but I think gentle folks
should be civil. Besides, you found fault with our victuals one day
that you was here; I remember it was on a Tuesday of all days in the
year; And Saunders the man says you are always jesting
and mocking: Mary, said he, (one day as I was mending my mga
ter's stocking;) My master is so fond of that minister that keeps the
schoolI thought my master a wise man, but that man make
him a fool. Saunders, said I, I would rather than a quart of ale He would come into our kitchen, and I would pina
dish-clout to his tail. And now I must go, & get Saunders to direct this letter; For I write but a sad scrawl, but my sister Margel,
she writes better. Well, but I nyust run and make the bed, before my
master comes from prayers; And see now, it strikes ten, and I 'hear him coming Whereof I could say more to your verses, if I cous
write writtein hand: And so I remain, in a civil way, your servant to com mand,
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OR
JOHN GILPIN, showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe
BY WM. COWPER, ESQ.
f all day
er that ke
John Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen.
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.
Myself and children three,
On horseback after we.
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done,
As all the world doth know,
Quoth Mistress Gilpin, That's well said;
And, for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
O'erjoy'd was he to find
She had a frugal mind.
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
Where they did all get in;
To dash through thick and thin.
Were never folk so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane,
But-soon came down again;
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
Although it griev'd him sore,
Would trouble him much more. *T was long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
When Betty screaming came down stairs,
• The wine is left behind!"
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true; Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
Beneath his well-shod feet,
Which gallid him in his seat.
But John he cried in vain,
In spite of curb and rein.
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might.