IV.

At firft he aims at what he hears;

And, liftening close with both his ears,

Juft catches at the found;

But foon articulates aloud,

Much to the amusement of the crowd, And ftuns the neighbours round.

V.

A querulous old woman's voice

His humorous talent next employs,
He fcolds and gives the lie.

And now he fings, and now is fick,
Here Sally, Sufan, come, come quick,
Poor Poll is like to die!

VI.

Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare

To meet with fuch a well matched pair,

The language and the tone,

Each character in every part

Suftained with fo much grace and art,

And both in unifon.

VII.

When children firft begin to fpell,

And ftammer out a syllable,

We think them tedious creatures;

But difficulties foon abate,

When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers.

TRANSLATION OF PRIOR'S
CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.

I.

MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere poffit, Nomine fub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lené fonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed folam exoptant te, mea vota, Chlöe.

II.

Ad fpeculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, fume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà pofitam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcifonamque lyram,

III.

Fila lyræ vocemque paro, fufpiria furgunt,
Et mifcent numeris murmura mæfta meis,
Dumque fuæ memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ,
Tota anima intereà pendet ab ore Chlöes.

IV.

Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem, Me torquet mea mens confcia, pfallo, tremo; Atque Cupidineâ dixit Dea cincta corona,

Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.

THE

DIVERTING HISTORY

OF

JOHN GILPIN;

SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN

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 faid 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 chaife and pair.

My fifter, and my fifter's child,
Myfelf, and children three,

Will fill the chaife; fo you must ride
On horfeback after we.

He foon 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 horfe to go.

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well faid; And for that wine is dear,

We will be furnished with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.