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Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore * against his will,
His horse at last stood still.
The calender, amazed to see
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
“What news ? What news! Your tidings tell! 165
Tell me you must and shall-
Or why you come at all.”
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, Timely, at the right And loved a timely * joke;
170 And thus unto the calender, Guise, manner. In merry guise * he spoke :
“I came because your horse would come; Forebode, foretell.
And, if I well forebode, *
175 They are upon the road.”
The calender, right glad to find
Returned him not a single word,
180 Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
A wig that flowed behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,
They therefore needs must fit.
r90 And stop and eat, for well you may Case, state or con- Be in a hungry case. Wedding-day, it was Said John, “It is my wedding-day,* the anniversary of And all the world would stare, his wedding. If wife should dine at Edmonton
195 And I should dine at Ware."
Bootless, useless, without success.
So turning to his horse, he said,
“I am in haste to dine;
back for mine."
For which he paid full dear;
Did sing most loud and clear ; 205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he *
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.
As he, as if he.
Posting, travelling in great haste.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
For why? they were too big.
Her husband posting * down 215 Into the country far away,
She pulled out half-a-crown:
That drove them to the Bell,
My husband safe and well.”
John coming back amain, *
By catching at his rein :
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin, and away 230 Went postboy * at his heels,
The postboy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb’ring * of the wheels.
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They raised the hue and cry:
Amain, with all his
Postboy, one who
“Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman !” *
Not one of them was mute ;
240 And now the turnpike-gates again
Flew open in short space;
That Gilpin rode a race.
He did again get down.
250 And, when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see !
ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.-Kingsley.
THE REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819–1875) was born in Devonshire. He distinguished himself as a poet, historian, novelist, &c. From 1859 till 1870 he was Professor of Modern History at Cambridge. He was the author of Alton Locke, Westward Ho, Town Geology, The Roman and the Teuton, Madam How and Lady Whý, &c.
WELCOME, wild North-easter!
Shame it is to see Ode, a song, a poem
Odes* to every zephyr;* written to be set to
Ne'er a verse to thee. music. Zephyr,
gentle breeze, Welcome, black North-easter!
5 German foam, North
O’er the German foam ; Sea or German Ocean,
O'er the Danish moorlands,
From thy frozen home.
Tired we are of summer,
IO bright dazzling rays
Showers soft and steaming, of the sun.
Hot and breathless air. Listless, indolent,
Tired of listless * dreaming, careless.
Through the lazy day :
Turn us out to play!
Sweep the golden reed-beds;
Crisp the lazy dyke, *
Every plunging pike.*
Fill the marsh with snipe ;
Lonely curlew * pipe.
Thunder harsh and dry,
Off the curdled sky.
Breast-high lies the scent,
Over heath * and bent.*
Dyke, a ditch con. taining
stagnant water. Pike, a fresh-water fish, with a pointed snout, Snipe, a bird which frequents marshy places, so called from the length of its bill. Curlew, wading bird with long legs and short tail.
Holt, a wood. Headland, a point of land running out into the sea. Heath, a barren open country. Bent, a place which is winding or crooked; sloping land. Dappled, marked with spots. Dappled darlings, the bounds.
Chime, ye dappled * darlings,
Through the sleet and snow.
Let the horses go!
Down the roaring blast :
Ere an hour be past.
Hunting in your dreams,
O'er the frozen streams.
Breathe in lovers' sighs,
Bask* in ladies' eyes.
Heart alike and pen ?
Breeds hard Englishmen.*
'Tis the ladies' breeze,
Out of all the seas :
ZARA'S EAR-RINGS.—Lockhart, JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854) was born in Lanarkshire, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads. He also wrote the Lives of Burns, Napoleon, and Theodore Hook. His Life of Scott is one of the finest biographies we possess.
“My ear-rings ! my ear-rings ! they've dropped
into the well,
And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell.” Granada, a city in 'Twas thus Granada's * fountain by, spoke the south of Spain Albuharez' daughter,formerly in possession of the “ The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath Moors.
the cold blue water-
in silver set, in the mother-ofpearl oyster. That when my Moor *
I ne'er Moor, à native of
should him forget, Morocco, a country That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor Smile, &c., she smile* on other's tale, should not heed
But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as lo the avowals of love made by others
those ear-rings palewhen Muça
When he comes back, and hears that I have gway.
dropped them in the well,