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If wife shoald 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.
Whereat his horse did snort, as he

Had heard a lion roar,
And gallop'd off with all his might,

As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat anć wig; He lost them sooner than at first,

For why-they were too big.

Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw

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, This shall be yours, when you bring back

My husband safe and well.

The youih did ride, and soon did meet,

John coming back amain :
Whom in a trice he tried to stop,

By catching at his rein;
But not performing what he meant,

And gladly would have done,
The frighted steed he frighted more

And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went bostboy at his heels, The postboy's horse righ: glad to misa

The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road,

Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scamp’ring in the rear,

They rais'd the hue and cry:-
Stop thief! stop thief !--a highwaymax

Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that pass'd that way

Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again

Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before,

That Gilpin rode a race.

ind so did, and won it too, For he got first to town;

Nor stopp'd till where he did get up

He did again get down.

Now let us sing, long live the king,

And Gilpin long live he; And when he next doth ride abroad

May I be there to as9!



(July 15, 1793.)

A Spaniel, Beau, that fares like you

Well fed, and at his ease, Should wiser be than to pursue

Each trifle that he sees.

But you have kill'd a tiny bird,

Which flew not till to-day,
Against my orders, whom you heard

Forbidding you the prey.
Nor did you kill that you might eat,

And ease a doggish pain,
For him, though chas'd with furious heat

You left where he was slain.

Nor was he of the thievish sort,

Or one whom blood allures, But innocent was all his sport Whom you have torn for youra.




My dog! what remedy remains,

Since, teach you all I can, I see you, after all my pains,

So much resemble Man ?

Sir, when I flew to seize the bird

In spite of your command,
A louder voice than yours I heard,

And harder to withstand.

You cried-forbear-but in my breast

A mightier cried-proceed 'Twas Nature, Sir, whose strong behes.

Impellid me to the deed. Yet much as nature I respect,

I ventur'd once to break, (As you, perhaps, may recollect)

Her precept for your sake;
And when your linnet on a day,

Passing his prison door,
Had flutter'd all his strength away,

And panting press’d the floor,
Well knowing him a sacred thing,

Not destin'd to my tooth,
I only kiss'd his ruffled wing,

And lick'd the fea-hers smooth.

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