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ON THE SAME.

When Wit and Genius meet their doom,

In all-devouring flame,
They tell us of the fate of Rome,

And bid us fear the same.

O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept,

They felt the rude alarm,
Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept

His sacred head from harm.

There Memory, like the bee, that's fed

From Flora's balmy store,
The quintessence of all he read

Had treasured up before.

The lawless herd, with fury blind,

Have done him cruel wrong;
The flowers are gone-but still we find

The honey on his tongue.

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ON THE

PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP

OF ENGLAND.

Round Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,

And Genius shed his rays.

See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the sage,
Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age!

Discernment, eloquence, and grace.

Proclaim him born to sway
The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.

The praise bestow'd was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth,
Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.

So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own.

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,
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 calender

Will lend his horse to go.

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said;

And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnish'd with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.

John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;

O’erjoy'd 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 allow'd
To drive up to the door, lest all

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,
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 reach'd had he,

His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw

Three customers come in.

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So down he came; for loss of time,

Although it grieved bim 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 likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword,

When I do exercise.

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