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Some clouds, which had over us hung,
Fled, chased by her melody clear, And methought while she liberty sung,
'Twas liberty only to hear.
Thus swiftly dividing the flood,
To a slave-cultured island we came,
Oppression his terrible name.
A scourge hung with lashes he bore,
From Africa's sorrowful shore.
But soon as, approaching the land,
That goddesslike woman he view'd, The scourge
he let fall from his hand, With blood of his subjects imbrued. I saw him both sicken and die,
And, the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts, that ascended the sky,
From thousands with rapture inspired.
Awaking, how could I but muse
At what such a dream should betide ? But soon my ear caught the glad news,
Which served my weak thought for a guide; That Britannia, renown'd o'er the waves
For the hatred she ever has shown To the black-sceptred rulers of slaves,
Resolves to have none of her own.
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF
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
No holiday have seen.
To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair
All in a chaise and pair.
My sister, and
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ;
And for that wine is clear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in ;
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 saddletree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came ; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
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,
When I do exercise.
Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she 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
Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot,
Which gall’d 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 grasp'd the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.