The calender, ammaz'd to see a bind all What news? what news? your tidings tell ; Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And lov'd a timely joke! And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke fÊÀ I came because your horse would come My hat and wig will soon be here, 26T The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin, L Return'd him not a single word,{{wi Whence straight he came with hat and wig ; A wig that flow'd behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, Each comely in it's kind.. He held them up, and in his turn But let me scrape the dirt away, Said John, it is my wedding-day, So turning to his horse, he said, "Twas 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; 2) Whereat his horse did snort, as he And gallop'd off with all his might, Away went Gilpin, and away Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw Into the country far away, She pull'd out half a crown; And thus unto the youth she said, This shall be yours, when you bring back The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, Away went Gilpin, and away The postboy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road, With postboy scamp'ring in the rear, Stop thief! stop thief!-a highwayman! And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again 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; And, when he next doth ride abroad, Ff MADAM, A STRANGER's purpose in these lays The path of sorrow, and that path alone,ẩ Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown T No trav❜ller ever reach'd that blest abode, va DRA Who found not thorns and briers in his road. 21 The World may dance along the flow'ry plain, Cheer'd as they go by many a sprightly strain, Where Nature has her mossy velvet spread,† 27 With unshod feet they yet securely tread,qode of *290 al 37903 19vs bisdysɗë teido a sua |