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His very words,-my own boy's words,-oh, tell me
You little know how dear to his old mother is my son."
"Through Havelock's fights and marches the 90th
In all the gallant 90th did, your Robert had his share: 15 Twice he went into Lucknow,* untouched by steel or ball; And you may bless your God, old dame, that brought him safe through all."
"Oh, thanks unto the living God that heard his
The widow's cry that rose on high her only son to spare!
And what to his old mother did my darling bid you say?"
were shut up here in a building called the Re
"Mother, he saved his colonel's life, and bravely it was sidency, and
In the despatch * they told it all, and named and praised
A medal and a pension's* his,-good luck to him I say,
25 "Now, soldier, blessings on your tongue! O husband!
All I have done and borne for him the long years
But, soldier, tell me how he looked, and all my Robert
"He's bronzed and tanned and bearded, and you'd
30 We've made your boy into a man, but still his heart's
For often, dame, his talk's of you, and always to one tone;
"Oh, is he really coming home, and shall I really see
35 Did you say soon ?" "Well, he is home-keep cool, old
"O Robert! my own blessèd boy!" "O mother, mother
surrounded by the mutineers. After they had suffered many and great hardships, they were re
lieved first by
Havelock, on the 23d of September, and finally, by Sir Colin Campbell, on the 17th of November. Despatch, the account of the battle
sent by the
commander to headquar
A pension, a
the state. He's bronzed,
the heat of
the sun had caused his
skin to turn
WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800), the most popular poet of his day, was born in Hertfordshire. He suffered during the greater part of his life from fits of insanity. Chief poems: The Task, Table-Talk, John Gilpin, &c.
Trainband, a com-
Tedious, long, tire-
Edmonton, a village to the north of London, where there is an inn with the sign of a Bell,
Chaise, a light twowheeled carriage.
Here is no doubt. meant a carriage with four wheels, drawn by two or more horses, and used for the con
veyance of people from one post or place to another.
After we is used for the sake of the rhyme, instead of after us. Calender or Calenderer, a cloth finisher.
JOHN Gilpin was a citizen
Of credit and renown;
A trainband captain eke* was he
John Gilpin's spouse * said to her dear,
These twice ten tedious* years, yet we
"To-morrow is our wedding-day,
Unto the 'Bell' at Edmonton,*
"My sister, and my sister's child,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
He soon replied, "I do admire
Of womankind but one;
"I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know,
And my good friend, the calender,*
Frugal, sparing, careful.
She had a frugal * mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
To drive up to the door, lest all
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip; round went the wheels;
As if Cheapside * were mad.
45 John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane,
His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw
So down he came; for loss of time,
55 Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
'Twas long before the customers
When Betty, screaming, came down-stairs,
The wine is left behind!"
"Good lack!"* quoth he, "yet bring it me,
In which I bear my trusty sword
65 Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew,
Then over all, that he might be
Equipped from top to toe,
75 His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
He manfully did throw.
Good lack! or good
Equipped, furnished, fitted out.
Nimble, being light and quick in motion.
Galled, wounded by rubbing.
Curb, a chain or strap fastened to the bit of a bridle, in order to check the horse when necessary.
In that sort, in that manner.
Neck or nought, neck or nothing, at the risk of everything. Wig, an artificial covering of hair for the head.
Rig, a piece of folly, to do something outrageous, a wild prank.
Discern, see clearly.
Now see him mounted once again
But finding soon a smoother road
So "Fair and softly," John he cried ;
The trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb * and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must,
He grasped the mane with both his hands,
Fame, renown, hav-
And every soul cried out, "Well done!"
Away went Gilpin-who but he?
His fame* soon spread around;
"He carries weight! *—he rides a race!
Which made his horse's flanks to smoke,
But still he seemed 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,
On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goose at play.
At Edmonton his loving wife
Her tender husband, wond'ring much
145 "Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house! "
They all at once did cry;
"The dinner waits, and we are tired;"
But yet his horse was not a whit*
For why? His owner had a house
So like an arrow swift he flew,
155 So did he fly-which brings me to
Trice, a short time,
Piteous, causing pity.
Baste, to pour fat over meat whilst roasting.
Islington, one of the northern suburbs of London. It now forms a part of the town.
Balcony, a kind of
Whit, the least bit.
Ware, a town in Hertfordshire, on the river Lea