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The calender, amazed to see

His neighbour in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

And thus accosted him:

What news? what news! your tidings tell;

Tell me you must and shall
Say wby bare-beaded you are come,

Or why you coine at all?

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,

And loved a timely joke! And thus unto the calender

In merry guise he spoke:

I came because your horse would come;

And, if I well forebode,
My hat and wig will soon be here,',

They are upon the road.

The calender, right glad to find

His friend in inerry pin, Returned him not a single word,

But to the house went in;

Whence straight he came with hat and wig;

A wig that flowed bebind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,

Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and in his turn

Thus showed his ready wit,
My head is twice as big as your's,

They therefore needs must fit.

But let me scrape the dirt away,

That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may

Be in a hungry case,

Said John it is my wedding-day,

And all the world would stare If wife should dine at Edmonton,

And I should dine at Ware.

So turning to his horse, he said,

I am in laste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came bere,

You shall go back for nine.

Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast!

For which he paid full dear; For, w bile he spake, a braying ass

Did sing most loud and clear;

W'bcreat his horse did snort, as he

Had heard a lion roar,
And galloped off with all his might,

As he had done before,

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first,

For why? - They were too big.

Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw

Her husband posting down Into the country far away,

She pulled out half a crown;

And thus unto the youth she said,

That drove them to the Bell, This shall be your's when you bring back

My husband safe and well.

The youth did ride, and soon did meet

John coming back amain! 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 fasier run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went post boy at his heels,
The post-boy's horse right glad to miss

The lumbering of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road

Thus seeing Gilpin fiy, With post-boy scampering in the rear,

They raised the hue and cry:

Stop thief! stop thicf a highwayman!

Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way

Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again

Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before

That Gilpin rode a race.

And so he did, and won it too,

For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got op

He did again get down.

Now let us sing, long live the king,

And Gilpin, long live he;
And, when he next doth ride abroad,

May I be there to see!

AN EPISTLE.

TO

A PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE.

MADAM,

A STRANGER's purpose in these lays
Is to congratulate, and not to praise.
To give the creature her Creator's-due,
Were sin in me, and an offence to you.
From man to man, or ev'n to woman paid,
Praise is the medium of a knavish trade,
A coin by craft for folly's use designed,
Spurious, and only current with the blind.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; No traveller ever reached that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briars in his road. The world may dance along the flowery plain, Cheered as they go by many a sprightly strain, Where Nature has her mossy velvet spread, With unshod feet they yet securely tread, Admonished, scorn the caution and the friend, Bent upon pleasure, heedless of its end. But he, who know what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease. would make them harder still,

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