135 140 * Which made his horse's flanks to smoke, But still he seemed to carry weight * For all might see the bottle necks Thus all through merry Islington * Until he came unto the, Washi Of Edmonton so gay. And there he threw the Wash about, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony * espied* Her tender husband, wond'ring much 145 "Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house! 150 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. Braced, fastened. Islington, one of the northern suburbs of London. Balcony, a kind of Whit, the least bit. Ware, Trim, state, position. Accost, to speak to any one. Timely, at the right time. Guise, manner. Away went Gilpin out of breath, The calender, amazed to see * His neighbour in such trim, 160 "What news? What news! Your tidings tell! 165 Tell me you must and shall-— Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all." Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And thus unto the calender, In merry guise * he spoke "I came because your horse would come; They are upon the road." 170 175 Forebode, foretell. My hat and wig will soon be here— Wedding day, it was Said John, "It is my wedding-day,* the anniversary of his wedding. And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton 190 195 200 So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, Ah, luckless speech! ah, bootless * boast ! 205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he * 210 And galloped off with all his might, Away went Gilpin, and away Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw 215 Into the country far away, 220 She pulled out half-a-crown : And thus unto the youth she said, "This shall be yours, when you bring back The youth did ride, and soon did meet * Whom in a trice* he tried to stop, 225 But not performing what he meant, 230 The frighted steed he frighted more, Away went Gilpin, and away * The postboy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road 235 With postboy scampering in the rear,* ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.-Kingsley. He THE REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819-1875) was born in Devonshire. 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 Why, &c. WELCOME, Wild North-easter! Odes* to every zephyr ; Welcome, black North-easter! Tired of gaudy glare,* Hot and breathless air. Tired of listless * dreaming, * Turn us out to play! 5 ΙΟ 15 |