Yet, backward as they are, and long have been, 920 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, 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 All in a chaise and pair. “ My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, On horseback after we.” He soon replied, “I do admire Of womankind but one, Therefore it shall be done. “ I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, Will lend his horse to go.” Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “ That's well said; And for that wine is dear, Which is both bright and clear.” John Gilpin kissed his loving wife; O'erjoyed was he to find She had a frugal mind. But yet was not allowed Should say that she was proud. Where they did all get in; To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again; For saddle-tree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, Three customers come in. Although it grieved him sore, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, “ The wine is left behind!” “Good lack!” quoth he—“yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, When I do exercise.” Had two stone bottles found, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear Through which the belt he drew, To make his balance true. Equipped from top to toe, He manfully did throw. Upon his nimble steed, With caution and good heed. Beneath his well-shod feet, Which galled him in his seat. But John he cried in vain ; In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, Did wonder more and more. Away went hat and wig ; Of running such a rig. Like streamer long and gay, At last it flew away. The bottles he had slung; As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all ; As loud as he could bawl. His fame soon spread around; 'Tis for a thousand pound ! 'Twas wonderful to view, How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open threw. His reeking head full low, Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, As they had basted been. With leathern girdle braced ; Still dangling at his waist. Thus all through merry Islington These gambols he did play, Of Edmonton so gay; On both sides of the way, Or a wild goose at play. From the balcony spied To see how he did ride. ««« Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; “ The dinner waits, and we are tired;" Said Gilpin " So am I !” But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ! Full ten miles off, at Ware. Shot by an archer strong; The middle of my song. . And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, And thus accosted him : “What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall- Or why you come at all ?” And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke: And, if I well forebode, They are upon the road.” His friend in merry pin, But to the house went in; A wig that flowed behind, Each comely in its kind. Thus showed his ready wit, They therefore needs must fit. |