ON THE SAME. WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept, 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 ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, Esq. TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP ROUND Thurlow's head in early youth, And in his sportive days, Fair Science pour'd the light of truth, See! with united wonder cried Discernment, eloquence, and grace The praise bestow'd was just and wise; So the best courser on the plain 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 John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, To-morrow is our wedding-day, Unto the Bell at Edmonton My sister, and my sister's child, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire And you are she, my dearest dear, 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; We will be furnish'd with our own, 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, 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 For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, 'Twas long before the customers, When Betty screaming came down stairs, Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise. |