Then might all people well discern A bottle swinging at each side, The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all; "Well done!" And ev'ry soul cry'd out, Away went Gilpin-who but he! And still, as fast as he drew near, And now, as he went bowing down Down ran the wine into the road, But still he seem'd to carry weight, Thus, all through merry Islington, Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay. And there he threw the wash about At Edmonton, his loving wife, From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wond'ring much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin! here's the house!" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tir'd!" Said Gilpin-" So am I!" But, ah! his horse was not a whit For why?-his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew Away went Gilpin, out of breath, Till at his friend Tom Callender's Tom Callender surpris'd to see Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him- "What news, what news!-the tidings tell: "Make haste and tell me all ! "Say, why bare headed you are come, "Or why you come at all?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, In merry strains, he spoke— "I come because your horse would come; "And if I well forebode, 'My hat and wig will soon be here; Tom Callender, right glad to find Returned him not a single word, But to the house went in. Whence straight he came with hat and wig, A hat not much the worse for wear; He held them up, and in his turn, 66 « But let me scrape the dirt away Said John—“ It is my wedding day; 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 word and bootless boast, Whereat his horse did snort, as he Away went Gilpin-and away Now, Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw She pulled out half-a-crown: And thus, unto the youth she said The youth did ride, and soon did meet : But not performing what he meant Away went Gilpin-and away The post-boy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road, With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear, "Stop thief!-stop thief!—a highwayman!" Not one of them was mute, Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again And so he did, and won it too; Nor stopp'd, till where he had got up, Now let us sing-Long live the king; And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see. The facetious History of John Gilpin" illustrates most forcibly The adage of the poet, Great wit to madness sure is near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. and proves to a demonstration that melancholy and mirth are, frequently, if not inmates, very near neighbours. The outlines of the story were told by Lady Austen to the author, William Cowper, to divert one of those fits of gloomy despondency, to which he was for a great part of his life, daily subjected, and which finally laid the noble fabric of his genius in ruins, and the effect upon his faculties was such, that he told her next morning, he had been in convulsions of laughter through the whole night, and had already turned her history of John Gilpin into a Ballad. Perhaps no work of a similar kind was ever more widely circulated, or more generally admired. It is indeed, for genuine simplicity and exquisite humour, without a parallel in the language, though, no doubt, its celebrity has been increased by the extraordinary circumstances of the author's life, and the pre-eminent excellence of his more serious productions. Of the history of his life, which appears to us the most singular and the most instructive of any recorded in English literature, we can only afford |