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Quando fuit melior Tyro, meliorve Magistra!

Quando duo ingeniis tam coiere pares ! Ardua discenti nulla est, res nulla docenti

Ardua; cum doceat Fæmina, discat Avis,

VI.

THE PARROT.

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.

IN painted plumes superbly drest,
A native of the gorgeous east,

By many a billow tost;
Poll gains at length the British shore,
Part of the captain's precious store,

A present to his toast.

Belinda's maids are soon preferred
To teach him now and then a word,

As Poll can master it;
And 'tis her own important charge
To qualify him more at large,

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;
And, listening close with both his ears,

Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,
Much to the amusement of the crowd,

And stuns the neighbours round.

A querulous old woman's voice
His humourous talent next employs,

He scolds and gives the lie.
And now he sings, and now is sick,
Here Sally, Susan, come, come quick,

Poor Poll is like to die!

Belinda and her bird ! 'tis rare
To meet with such a well-matched pair,

The language and the tone,
Each character in every part
Sustained with so much grace and art,

And both in unison.

When children first begin to spell,
And stammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;
But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate,

And women are the teachers.

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 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.
My sister and my sister's child,

Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride

On horseback after we.

He soon replied, I do admire

Of womankind but one,
And you are she my dearest dear,

Therefore it shall be done,

I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender

Will lend his horse to go.

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said;

And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnished with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;

O’erjoyed was he to find
That though on pleasure she was bent,

She had a frugal mind.

The morning came, the chaise was brought,

But yet was not allowed
To drive up to the door, lest all

Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,

Where they did all get in;
Six precious souls, and all agog

To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,

Were never folk so glad,
The stones did rattle underneath

As if Cheapside were mad.

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John Gilpin at his horse's side

Seized fast the Aowing mane,
And up he got in haste to ride,

But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reached had le,

His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw

Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,

Although it grieved him sore,
Yet loss of pence full well he knew,

Would trouble him much more.

'Twas long before the customers

Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs,

The wine is left behind!”

Good lack ! quoth he---yet bring it me,

My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword

When I do exercise.

Now Mrs. Gilpin (careful soul !)

Had two stone hottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved,

And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear,

Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,

To make his balance true.

Then over all, that he might be

Equipped from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,

He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,

With caution and good heed.

But finding soon a smoother road,

Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,

Which galled him in his seat.
So, Fair and softly, Jobn he cried,

But John he cried in vain;
That trot became a gallop soon,

In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down as needs he must,

Who cannot sit upright,
He grasped the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort

Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got

Did wonder more and more.

Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;

Away went hat and wig ;
He little dreamt when he set out,

Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,

Like streamer long and gay,
Till, loop and button failing both,

At last it Aew away.
Then might all people well discern

The bottles he had slung ;
A bottle swinging at each side,

As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed,

Up flew the windows all;
And every soul cried out, Well done!

As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin---who hut he ?

His fame soon spread around, He carries weight! he rides a race ! 'Tis for a thousand pound !

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