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ON THE SAME.
When Wit and Genius meet their doom,
In all-devouring flame,
And bid us fear the same.
O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept,
They felt the rude alarm,
His sacred head from harm.
There Memory, like the bee, that's fed
From Flora's balmy store,
Had treasured up before.
The lawless herd, with fury blind,
Have done him cruel wrong;
The honey on his tongue.
PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.
TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP
Round Thurlow's head in early youth,
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried
The experienced and the sage,
With all the skill of age!
Discernment, eloquence, and grace.
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
The praise bestow'd was just and wise;
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
THE DIVERTING HISTORY
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 Unto the Bell at Edmonton
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, 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,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O’erjoy'd was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud:
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
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,
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 reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved bim 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.