Wouldst thou, possessor of a flock, employ my simile. 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, 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 On horseback after we. He soon replied—I do admire Of womankind but one, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Callender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin- That's well said ; And for that wine is dear, 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 say 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. Were never folk so glad, As if Cheapside were mad. Seized fast the flowing mane, And up in haste to ride, But soon came down again. he got For saddle-tree 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. S. C.-9. х 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, In spite of curb and rein. Who cannot sit upright, And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, Of running such a rig. Like streamer long and gay, At last it flew away. |