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The History of JOHN GILPIN,
Of CHE APSID E.
A DROLL STORY, read by Mr. HenDERSON, with
great Applause, at Free Mason's Tavern.
OHN GIL PIN 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, - Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
« On horfeback after we.”
He foon reply'd' I do admire
«Of womankind but one ; " And you are she, my dearest dear,
4. Therefore it shall be done.
“ I am a linen-draper bold,
« As all the world does know; “ And my good friend, the callender,
-66 Will lend his horse to go.”
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin-" That's well said ;
And, for that wine is dear, * We will be furnish'd with our own,
" Which is so bright and clear.”
* John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O’erjoy'd was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was staid,
Where they did all get in, Six precious fouls; and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.'.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folks fo glad ;
As if Cheapfide were mad.
John Gilpin, at his horse's fide,
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And up he got in haite to ride,
But soon came down again.
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 griev'd him fore,
Would grieve him still much more.
'Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
“ The wine is left behind!”
« Good lack !" quoth he; “ yet bring it me,
“ My leathern belt likewise, 5. In which I bear my trusty sword
“ When I do exercise.”
Now Mrs. Gilpin-careful soul !
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and found.
HILE you, my lord, the rural shades admire,
And from Britannia's public posts retire,
How am I pleas'd to search the hills and woods For rising springs and celebrated floods ! To view the Nar, tumultuous in his course, And trace the smooth Clitumnus to his source ; To see the Mincio draw his
Fir’d with a thousand raptures I survey
Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng,
Sometimes to gentle Tiber I retire,