STANDARD 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 its kind. JOHN GILPIN TRIES AGAIN. Then, turning to his horse, John said, "I am in haste to dine : "Twas for your pleasure you came here; you shall go back for mine.' A luckless speech and bootless boast, for which he paid full dear; For while he spake a braying ass did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort as he had heard a lion roar, Away went Gilpin, and away went Gilpin's hat and wig: MRS. GILPIN MAKES MATTERS WORSE. Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw her husband posting down Into the country far away, she pull'd out half-a-crown; And then unto the youth she said, that drove them to the Bell, "This shall be yours when you bring back my husband safe and well." The youth, did ride, and soon did meet John coming back again, Whom in a trice he tried to stop, by catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, and gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, and made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away went postboy at his heels; Six gentlemen upon the road, thus seeing Gilpin fly, cry: Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!"-not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass'd that way did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again flew open in short space, And so he did, and won it too; for he got first to town, Cowper. THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM.* It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, She saw her brother Peterkin In playing there had found; That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ""Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. "I find them in my garden, for The ploughshare turns them out; "Now tell us what 'twas all about," With wonder-waiting eyes; And what they kill'd each other for ?" * Fought in Queen Anne's reign, at Blenheim, on the Danube. "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "My father lived at Blenheim then, So with his wife and child he fled, "With fire and sword the country round And many a wretched mother, then, But things like that, you know, must be "They say it was a shocking sight, After the field was won, For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won, And our good Prince Eugene ;" 'Why, 'twas a very wicked thing," Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory. BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, We thought, as we hollow'd his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But half of our heavy task was done, Slowly and sadly we laid him down, We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, Wolfe. YOUNG LOCHINVAR. O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the West! So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar! He stay'd not for brake and he stopp'd not for stone; The bride had consented; the gallant came late; So bravely he enter'd the Netherby Hall, "I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; The bride kiss'd the goblet, the knight took it up, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, |