But let me fcrape the dirt away. Said John, It is my wedding-day; So turning to his horfe he faid 'Twas for your pleafure you came here, Ah lucklefs fpeech, and bootlefs boast! Whereat his horfe did fnort, as he * Now que Now Mitrefs Gilpin, when the faw Her husband pofting down doso bar Js ba Into the country far away, She pull'd out half a crown; That drove them to the Bell, This fhall be yours when you bring back! d My husband fafe and well, The youth did ride, and foon did meet John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to flop By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted fleed he frighted more, I vel And made him fafter run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went pofl-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to mifs The lumb'ring of the wheels. Six gentlemen upon the road With post-boy fcamp'ring in the rear, They rais'd the hue and cry : Stop Stop thief! ftop thief!-a highwayman! And all and each that pafs'd that way Did join in the purfuit. And now the turnpike gates again The toll-men thinking, as before, That Gilpin rode a race. And fo he did, and won it too, For he firft to town, Nor flopp'd till where he first got up Now let us fing, Long live the king, And when he next doth ride abroad, Ca ON ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT. Occafioned by reading the following Maxim in Rochefoucault, Dans l'adverfité de nos meilleurs amis. nous trouvous toujours quelque chofe qui ne nous deplaift pas' My dad d "In the adverfity of our best friends, we always find fomething that doth not difpleate us. AS Rochefoucault his maxims drew From nature, I believe them true; They argue no corrupted mind Then I Then let me have the higher poft HT V If in a battle your should find lunge 535 oma A champion kill'd, or trophy won: Would you not with his laurels cropt P Dear honeft Ned is in the gout, Lies rack'd with pain, and you without; Her end when emulation miffes, She turns to envy, flings and hiffes: Vain human kind! fantaftic race! Thy various follies who can trace? I have no title to aspire ;. Yet, when you fink, I feem the higher,. In |