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Theirs is but a summer's song
A TRANSLATION FROM THE LATIN.
In painted plumes superbly dress'd,
By many a billow toss’d,
A present to his toast.
As Poll can master it;
And make him quite a wit. “ Sweet Poll!” his doating mistress cries, “ Sweet Poll!” the mimic bird replies ;
And calls aloud for sack, She next instructs him in the kiss ; 'Tis now a little one like Miss,
And now a hearty smack.
At first he aims at what he hears;
Just catches at the sound;
shion Much to th' amusement of the crowd,
And stuns the neighbours round. A querulous old woman's voice
ods His hum’rous talent next employs;
He scolds, and gives the lie.
Poor Poll is like to die!
The language and the tone,
And both in unison. Ils
We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties soon abate, de roba When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers.
men are t S
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE
INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown, A train-band
captain eke was he Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we
No holiday have seen. “ To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton
All in a chaise and pair.
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.'
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done. “ I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.”
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 ,
i To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad, is 090 The stones did rattle underneath, wala la
As if Cheapside were mad. miw John Gilpin at his horse's side bil tudi
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, teens And up he got in haste to ride, idrona T
But soon came down again; dV For saddletree scarce reach'd had he, a
His journey to begin, orlot. When, turning round his head, he saw IT
Three customers come in. lo stiga ni!
Although it griev'd him sore, on
Would trouble him much more. bids
Were suited to their mind, bed
“ The wine is left behind!” “Good lack !" quoth he—“yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise, WA
When I do exercise.”
Had two stone bottles found,
Through which the belt he drew,
To make his balance true.
Equipp'd from top to toe,
Now see him mounted once agaiti
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
Beneath his well-shod feet,
Which gall'd 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.
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went hat and wig;
Of running such a rig.'
Like streamer long and gay,
At last it flew away.
The bottles he had slung ;
As hath been said or sung.
Up flew the windows all ; And ev'ry soul cried out, “Well done!" !;
As loud as he could bawl.