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was content for a while to gaze upon them, without interrupting them with troublesome inquiries.

But seeing a young man, gay and thoughtless, I resolved to accost him, and was informed that I was in the garden of Hope, the daughter of Desire, and that all those, whom I saw thus tumultuously bustling around me, were incited by the promises of Hope, and were hastening to seize the gifts which she held in her hand. I turned my sight upward, and saw a goddess in the bloom of youth sitting on a throne. Around her lay all the gifts of fortune, and all the blessings of life were spread abroad to view. She had a perpetual gayety of aspect, and every one imagined that her smile, which was impartial and general, was directed to himself, and triumphed in his own superiority to others, who had conceived the same confidence from the same mistake.

I then mounted an eminence, from which I had a more extensive view of the whole place, and could with less perplexity consider the different conduct of the crowds that filled it. From this station I observed that the entrance into the garden of Hope was by two gates, one of which was kept by Reason, and the other by Fancy. Reason was surly and scrupulous, and seldom turned the key without many interrogatories and long hesitation. But Fancy was a kind and gentle portress. She held her gate wide open, and welcomed all equally to the district under her superintendence; so that the passage was crowded by all those who either feared the examination of Reason, or had been rejected by her.

From the gate of Reason there was a way to the throne of Hope, by a craggy, slippery, and winding path, called the Strait of Difficulty, which those, who entered with permission of the guard, endeavored to climb. But, though they surveyed the way very carefully before they began to rise, and marked out the several stages of their progress, they commonly found unexpected obstacles, and were often obliged to stop suddenly, where they imagined the way plain and

A thousand intricacies embarrassed them, a thousand slips threw them back, and a thousand pitfalls impeded their advance. So formidable were the dangers, and so frequent the miscarriages, that many returned from the first attempt, and many fainted in the midst of the way, and only a very small


number were led up to the summit of hope, by the hand of Fortitude. Of these few, the greater part, when they had obtained the gift which Hope had promised them, regretted the labor which it cost, and felt disappointment even in their success: the rest retired with their prize, and were led by Wisdom to the bowers of Content.

Turning then toward the gate of Fancy, I could find no way to the seat of Hope; but, though she sat full in view, and held out her gifts with an air of invitation, which filled every heart with rapture, the mountain was, on that side, inaccessibly steep, but so channeled and shaded, that none perceived the impossibility of ascending it, but each imagined himself to have discovered a way to which the rest were strangers. Many expedients were indeed tried by this industrious tribe, of whom some were making themselves wings, which others were contriving to actuate by the perpetual motion. But, with all their labor, and all their artifices, they never rose above the ground, or quickly fell back, nor ever approached the throne of Hope, but continued still to gaze at a distance, and laughed at the slow progress of those whom they saw toiling in the Strait of Difficulty.

Part of the favorites of Fancy, when they had entered the garden, without making, like the rest, an attempt to climb the mountain, turned immediately to the Vale of Idleness, a calm and undisturbed retirement, from whence they could always have Hope in prospect, and to which they pleased themselves with believing that she intended speedily to descend. These were indeed scorned by all the rest; but they seemed very little affected by contempt, advice, or reproof, but were resolved to expect at ease the favor of the goddess. Among this gay race I was wandering, and found them ready to answer all my questions, and willing to communicate their mirth; but, turning round, I saw two dreadful monsters entering the vale. One of them I knew to be Age, and the other Want. Sport and reveling were now at an end, and a universal shriek of affright and distress burst out and awaked me. Dr. Johnson.




AND THE LION. King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking on the court; The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their side, And 'mong them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he

sighed: And truly 't was a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below.

Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws;
They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with

their paws;

With wallowing might and stifled roar, they rolled on one another ; Till all the pit, with sand and mane, was in a thunderous smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air : Said Francis, then, “Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there."

De Lorge's love o'erheard the king, a beauteous, lively dame,
With smiling lips, and sharp, bright eyes, which always seemed

the same;

She thought, “the Count, my lover, is brave as brave can be,
He surely would do wondrous things to show his love for me;
King, ladies, lovers, all look on; the occasion is divine;
I'll drop my glove, to prove his love; great glory will be mine."

She dropped her glove, to prove his love, then looked at him, and

smiled, He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild: The leap was quick, return was quick, he soon regained the place, Then threw the glove, but not with love, right in the lady's face. In faith,” cried Francis, "rightly done !" and he rose from where

he sat;

“ Not love," quoth he, “but vanity, sets love a task like that "




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 calendrer 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 al

lowed 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.

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,
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 like

wise, In which I bear my trusty sword when I do exercise."

Now Mistress Gilpin, (careful soul!) had two stone bottles found,
To hold the liquor that he 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,” John 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

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 naught; away went hat and wig;
He little dreamed, 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 flew 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 but he ? his fame soon spread around,
“ He carries weight! he rides a race! 'tis for a thousand pound !"
And still as fast as he drew near, 'twas wonderful to view,
How in a trice the turnpike men their gates wide open threw.

And now, as he went bowing down, his reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back were shattered at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, as they had basted been,

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But still he seemed to carry weight, with leathern girdle braced
For all might see the bottle-necks still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Islington these gambols he did play,
Until he came unto the Wash of Edmonton so gay;
And there he threw the wash abont on both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop, or a wild goose at play.

At Edmonton his loving wife from the balcony spied
Her tender husband, wond’ring much to see how he did ride.

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