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The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay,
At last it flew away.
The bottles he had slung ;
As hath been said, or sung.
The dogs did bark—the children scream'd
Up flew the windows all; And every
soul cried out, “ Well done !" As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin--who but he ?
His fame soon spread around“ He carries weight!”—“ He rides a race !"
6 'Tis for a thousand pound !" And still, as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view How, in a trice, the turnpike men
Their gates wide open threw.
His reeking head full low,
Were shatter'd at a blow.
(Most piteous to be seen!)
As they had basted been.
With leathern girdle brac'd;
Still dangling at his waist. Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play, And till he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay.
And, there, he threw the wash about,
On both sides of the way,
Or a wild goose at play.
From balcony, espied
To see how he did ride.
They all at once did cry;
Said Gilpin—" So am I.”
Inclin’d to tarry there ;-
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
Shot by an archer strong ;
The middle of my song.
And sore against his will,
His horse at last stood still.
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him :
“ Tell me you must and shall-
“Or why you come at all ?”
And lov'd a timely joke ;
In merry guise he spoke :
“ And, if I well forebode,
They are upon the road.”
The callender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word,
But to the house went in ;
A wig that flow'd behind,-
Each comely in its kind.
Thus show'd his ready wit,
They, therefore, needs must fit. 6 But let me scrape
away “ That hangs upon your face; “ And stop and eat, for well you may
“Be in a hungry case.” Said John, “ It is my wedding-day,
“ And all the world would stare, “ If wife should dine at Edmonton,
“ And I should dine at Ware.” So, turning to his horse, he said,
I am in haste to dine: “'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
“ You shall go back for mine." Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast !
For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear ;
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.
Went Gilpin's hat and wig !
For why ?—they were too big.
Her husband posting down Into the country, far away,
She pull’d out half a crown ;
And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell,
My husband safe and well.”
John coming back amain ;
By catching at his rein ;
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run.
Went post-boy.at his heels ;-
The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They rais'd the hue and cry: “Stop thief! Stop thief !-A highwayman !"
Not one of them was mute;
Did join in the pursuit.
Flew open in short space ;
That Gilpin rode a race:
For he got first to town ;'
He did again get down.
And Gilpin long live he ;
May I be there to see !
THE STAMMERER: A COMIC ILLUSTRATION.
Altered from ALLAN RAMSAY, by Joan ToelwALL,*
late Teacher of Elocution. msay was, in his juvenile days, a Fellow of an Easy Club; the Members of which occasionally presented Papers and Dissertations on subjects of literature and morals ; which furnished topics for the conversation of the evening. Allan being, as he himself acknowledges, “but an indifferent Orator, his friends would merrily allege that he was not so happy in prose as rhyme.” It was therefore carried in a vote," against which there was no opposition, “ that on the night appointed for some lessons on wit,” he should give his thoughts to the Society “in Verse.” He accordingly produced a little poem, the major part of which is here presented; with some alterations, and additions.t
There liv'd a manting lad in Fife
One day his father's kiln he watchd,
* This amiable and talented lecturer, after a life of great vicissitude, and
many “hair.breadth 'scapes," died in 1834, at Bath, in the 70th year of his age, esteemed and respected by all who knew him.
† The highly-gifted author of the finest pastoral drama in the world, "The Gentle Shepherd," was born in Lanarkshire, and died at his house,
Ramsay Lodge,” in Edinburgh, on the 7th of January, 1758, aged 72.