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Jncurs derision for his easy faith,
From ‘Yardley Oak.' *
Who lived when thou wast euch? Oh, couldst thou speak,
What exhibitions various hath the world
Thought cannot spend itself, comparing still
* A tree in Yardley Chace, near Olney, said to have been planted by Judith, of William the Conqueror, and wife of Earl Waltheof,
eless, an in the rest has, far an et ring.
Could shake thee to the root-and time has been
Embowelled now, and of thy ancient self
So stands a kingdom, whose foundation vet
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
“I am a linen-draper bold, . 's * Of credit and renown,
Will As all the world doth know. A train-band captain eke was he
And my good friend the calender Of famous London town.
Will lend his horse to go.' John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear:: ! Quoth Mrs. Gilpin: That's well said;
“Though wedded we have been i And for that wine is dear, These twice ten tedious years, yet we 'n We will be furnished with our own, No holiday have seen.
Which is both bright and clear.'. .To-morrow is our weddir
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; And we will then repair
O’erjoyed was he to find Upto the Bell at Edinonton :
That, though on pleasure she was bent All in a chaise and pair.
She had a frugal mind. My sister, and my sister's child.
The morning came, the chaise was Myself and children three,
brought, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
But yet was not allowed On horseback after we.' .
To drive up to the door, lest all
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed, And you are she, my dearest dear;
Where they did all get in; Therefore it shall be done.
Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and t!
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
The dogs did bark, the children scream"Good lack ! quoth he—yet bring it me,
ed, 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 loud as he could bawl.
Then over all, that he might be
And now, as he went bowing
His reeking head full low.
Were shattered at a blow.'
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
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 upou 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 I. (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 emuld 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.
For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, long the king,
And Gilpin, long live he;
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. . Bir