IV. At first he aims at what he hears; And, list'ning close with both his ears, But soon articulates aloud, Much to th' amusement of the crowd, V. A querulous old woman's voice And now he sings, and now is sick, VI. Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare, To meet with such a well-match'd pair, The language and the tone, Each character in ev'ry part Sustain'd with so much grace and art, And both in unison. VII. When children first begin to spell, And stammer out a syllable, We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties soon abate, When birds are to be taught to prate, E e TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S CHLOE AND EUPHELIA. I. 1 MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit, Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lené sonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota, Chloe. II. Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, sume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà positam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram. III. Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt, IV. Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem, Me torquet mea mens conscia, psallo, tremo; Atque Cupidineâ dixit Dea cincta coronâ, Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN; Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, To morrow is our wedding day, All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said; We will be furnish'd with our own, John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife ; O'erjoy'd was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allow'd, To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud. So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddletree scarce reach'd had he, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, 'Twas long before the customers When Betty screaming came down stairs, |