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Smack went the whip, round went the So stooping down, as needs he must wheels,
Who cannot sit upright, Were never folk so glad ;
He grasped the mane with both his hands, The stones did rattle underneath,
And eke with all his might. As if Cheapside were mad.
His horse, which never in that sort John Gilpin at his horse's side
Had handled been before, Seized fast the flowing mane;
What thing upon his back had got And up he got, in haste to ride,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
He little dreamt when he set out,
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, So down he came; for loss of time,
Like streamer long and gay, Although it grieved him sore,
Till, loop and button failing both, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
At last it flew away. Would trouble him much more.
Then might all people well discern 'Twas long before the customers
The bottles he had slung; Were suited to their mind,
A bottle swinging at each side, When Betty screaming came down-stairs : As hath been said or sung. • The wine is left behind !!
The dogs did bark, the children scream"Good lack ! quoth he— yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise,
Up flew the windows all ; In which I bear my trusty sword
And every soul cried out: "Well done!' When I do exercise.'
As load as he could be wl.
Now Mrs. Gilpin-careful soul !-- Away went Gilpin-who but he ?
His fame soon spread around;
He carries weight! be rides a race ! And keep it safe and sound.
'Tis for a thousand pound ! Each bottle had a curling ear,
And still, as fast as he drew near, Though which the belt he drew,
'Twas wonderful to view And hung a bottle on each side,
How in a trice the turnpike-men To make his balance true.
Their gates wide open threw. Then over all, that he might be
And now, as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
Were shattered at a blow.'
Most piteous to be seen, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
Which made his horse's flanks to smoke With caution and good heed.
As they had basted been. But finding soon a smoother road
But still he seemed to carry weight, Beneath his well-shod feet,
With leathern girdle braced ; The sporting beast began to trot,
For all might see the bottle necks
Still dangling at his waist.
These gambols he did play,
Until he came unto the Wash In spite of curb and rein.
Of Edmunton so gay.
And there he threw the wash about Whence straight he came with hat and On both sides of the way,
wig; Jus: like unto a trundling mop,
A wig that flowed behind, Or a wild goose at play.
A hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn
My head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit. ‘Stopstop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house!'
But let me scrape the dirt away They all at once did cry;
That hangs upon your face; "The dinner waits, and we are tired !' And stop and eat, for well you may Said Gilpin : 'So am I !'
Be in a hungry case.' But yet his horse was not a whit
Said John: 'It is my wedding-day, Inclined to tarry there;
And all the world would stare, For why?-his owner had a house If wife should dine at Edmonton, Full ten miles off, at Ware.
And I should dine at Ware.' So like an årrow swift he flew,
So turning to his horse, he said: Shot by an archer strong;
I am in haste to dine; So did he fly-which brings me to 'Twas for your pleasure you came here." The middle of my song.
You shall go back for mine.' Away went Gilpin out of breath,
Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! And sore against his will,
For which he paid full dear ; Till at his friend the calender's
For, while he spake, a braying ass His horse at last stood still.
Did sing most loud and clear; The calender, amazed to see
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
1 As he had done before. What news? what news ? your tidings' Away went Gilpin, and away
Tell me you must and shall- (tell; Went Gilpin's hat and wig :
For why?--they were too big.
Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw And loved a timely joke;
Her husband posting down And thus unto the calender
Into the country far away. In merry guise he spoke:
She pulled out half-a-crown; "I came because your horse would come And thus unto the youth she said, And, if I well forebode,
That drove them to the Bell : My hat and wig will soon be here
• This shall be yours, when you bring They are upon the road.'
My husband safe and well.' [back The calender, right glad to find
The youth did ride, and soon did meet His friend in merry pin,*
John coming back amain ! Returned him not a single word,
Whom in a trice he tried to stop, But to the house went in;
By catching at his rein;
* We may add to the poet's text an explanation of the old phrase 'a merry pin' as given in Fuller's Church History At a grand synod of the
clergy and laity: 3 Henry 1. (1102 A.D), priests were prohibited from drinking at pins. This was a Dutch trick, but used in England. of artificial drunkenness, out of a cup marked with certain pins, and he accounted the best man who enuld nick the pin. drinking even unto it, whereas to go above or beneath it was a forfeiture. Hence probably the proverb, he is in a merry pin.'
But, not performing what he meant, And all and each that passed that way
Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space; Away went Gilpin, and away
The tollman thinking as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town; Six gentlemen upon the road
Nor stopped till where he had got up Thus seeing Gilpin flý,
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, long the king,
And Gilpin, long live he; "Stop thief ! stop thief ! a highwayman!' And when he next doth ride abroad, Not one of them was mute;
May I be there to see!
WILLIAM HAYLEY. WILLIAM HAYLEY (1745-1820), the biographer of Cowper, wrote various poetical works which enjoyed great popularity in their day. His principal work is The Triumphs of Temper,' a poem in six cantos (1781)." He wrote also an Essay on History,' addressed to Gibbon (1780), an Essay on Epic Poetry’ (1782), an “Essay on Old Maids' (1785), ' Essays on Sculpture, addressed to Flaxman (1800), • The Triumph of Music (1804), &c. He wrote also various dramatic pieces and a Life of Milton' (1796). A gentleman by education and fortune, and fond of literary communication, Hayley enjoyed the acquaintance of most of the eminent men of his times. His over-strained sensibility and romantic tastes exposed him to ridicule, yet he was an amiable and accomplished man. It was through his personal application to Pitt that Cowper received his pension. He had—what appears to have been to him a sort of melancholy pride and satisfaction—the task of writing epitaphs for most of his friends, including Mrs. Unwin and Cowper. His life of Cowper appeared in 1803, and three years afterwards it was enlarged by a supplement. Hayley prepared memoirs of his own life, which he disposed of to a publisher on condition of his receiving an annuity for the remainder of his life. This annuity he enjoyed for twelve years. The memoirs appeared in two fine quarto volumes, but they failed to attract attention. Hayley had outlived his popularity, and his smooth but often unmeaning lines had vanished like chaff before the vigorous and natural outpourings of the modern muse. As a specimen of this once much-praised poet, we subjoin from his · Essay on Epic Poetry’some lines on the death of his mother, which had the merit of delighting Gibbon, and with which Southey has remarked' Cow. per would sympathise deeply:
Tribute to a Mother, on her Death.
Whom health, too tender for the bustling throng,
If heartfelt pain e'er led me to accuse
Nature, who decked thy form with beauty's flowers.
While my fond thoughts o'er all thy merits roll,
Inscription on the Tomb of Cowper.
On the Tomb of Mrs. Unwin.
DR. ERASMUS DARWIN. DR. ERASMUS DARWIN (1731-1802), an ingenious philosophical, though fanciful poet, was born at Elston, near Newark. Having passed with credit through a course of education at St. John's College, Cambridge, he applied himself to the study of physic, and took his degree of bachelor in medicine at Edinburgh in 1755. He then commenced practice in Nottingham, but meeting with little encouragement, he removed to Lichfield, where he long continued a successful and distinguished physician. In 1757 Dr. Darwin married an accomplished lady of Lichfield, Miss Mary Howard, by whom he had five children, two of whom died in infancy. The lady herself died in 1770; and after her decease, Darwin seems to have commenced his botanical and literary pursuits. He was at first afraid that the reputation of a poet would injure him in his profession, but being firmly established in the latter capacity, he at length ventured on publication. At this time he lived in a picturesque villa in the neighbourhood of Lichfield, furnished with a grotto and fountain, and here he began the formation of a botanic garden. The spot he has described as 'adapted to love-scenes, and as being thence a proper residence for the modern goddess of botany.' In 1781 appeared the first part of Darwin's Botanic Garden,' a poem in glittering and polished heroic verse, designed to describe, adorn, and allegorise the Linnæan system of botany. The Rosicrucian doctrine of gnomes, sylphs, nymphs, and salamanders, was adopted by the poet, as. affording a