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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 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,
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,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn
Thus showed his ready wit,
They therefore needs must fit.
But let me scrape the dirt away,
That hangs upon your face;
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,
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,
And made him fasier run.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went post boy at his heels,
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;
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he;
May I be there to see!
A PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE.
A STRANGER's purpose in these lays
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,