Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
And thus accosted him :
"What news? What news? Your tidings tell;
Make haste and tell me all!
Say, Why bareheaded are you come ?
Or why you come at all "
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd a timely joke;
And thus unto Tom Callender,
In merry strains he spoke
"I came because your horse would come ;
And if 1 well forbode,
My hat and wig will soon be here;
They are upon the road."
Tom Callender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,
Return'd him not a single word,
But to the house went in:
Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
A wig that flow'd behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear;
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up and in his turn,
Thus show'd his ready wit--
"My head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.
But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat-for well you may
Be in a hungry case!"
Said John- It is my wedding day;
And folks would gape and stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,
And I should dise at Ware!"
Beturning to his horse, he said,
fam in haste to dine;
"Teas for your pleasure you came here:
You shuli go back for mise."
Ah! luckless speech. and bootless boast,
For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying ass,
Did sing moft loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as if
He heard a lion roar ;
And gailop'd off with all his might
As he had dons before.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
He loft them sooner than at first;
For why? They were too big.
Now Gilpin's wife, when she had seen
Her husband posting down
Into the country, far away,
She pull'd out half a crown :
And thus unto the youth she said ?
That drove them to the Bell,
"This shall be yours, when you bring back
My husband safe and well,"
The youth did ride, and soon they met ;
He tried to stop John's horse
By seizing fast the flowing rein;
But only made things worse:
For not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
He thereby frighted Gilpin's horse,
And made him faster run.
Away went Gilpin and away
Went postboy at his heels;
The postboy's horse right g ad to miss
The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scamp'ring in the rear,
They rais'd the hue and cry.
"Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman! Not one of them was mute!
So they, and all that pass'd that way,
Soon join'd in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space;
The tollmen thinking, as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too;
For he got first to town:
Nor stopp'd till where he had got up,
He did again get down.
Now let us sing" Long live the king;
And Gilpin, long live he:
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see !”
VII- The Creation of the World
* # * MEANWHILE the Son On his great expedition now appear'd, Girt with omnipotence, with radiance crown'd, Of majesty divine; sapience and love Immense, and all his father in him shone. About his chariot numberless were pour'd Cherub and seraph, potentates and thrones, And virtues; wing'd spirits and chariots wing'd From the armory of God; where stand of old Myriads, between two brazen mountains lodg'd Against a solemn day, harness'd at hand. Celestial equipage! and now came forth Spontaneous, for within them spirit liv'd, Attendant on their Lord; heaven open'd wide Her everduring gates, harmonious sound! On golden hinges moving, to let forth The King of Glory, in his powerful Word And Spirit, coming to create new worlds. On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore They view'd the vast immeasurable abyss, Outrageous as a sea; dark, wasteful, wild; Up from the bottom turn'd by furious winds, And surging waves, as mountains to assault Heav'ns height, and with the centre mix the pole. Silence, ye troubled waves! and thou deep peace Said then the omnifie Word, your discord end: Nor stay'd; but on the wings of cherubim
Uplifted, in paternal glory rode.
Far into Chaos, and the world unborn :
For Chaos heard his voice; him all his traiu
Follow'd in bright procession to behold
Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Then stay'd the fervid wheels, and in his hand
He took the golden compasses, prepar'd
In God's eternal store, to circumscribe
This universe, and all created things.
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profoundity obscure,
And said thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O world!
Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
Matter unform'd and void! Darkness profound
Cover'd th' abyss; but on the wairy calm
His brooding wings the spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'd
The black. tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adverse to life; then founded, thea conglob'd
Like things to light, the rest to several p'ace
Disparted; and between, spun out the air;
And earth self-balanced, on her centre hung.
\VIII.-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels.-I.
SO spake the Son, and into terrer chang'd
His countenance, too severe to be beheld,
And full of wrath bent on his enemies.
At once the four spread out their starry wigs,
With dreadful shape contigious, and the orbs
Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as with the sound
Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host.
He on his impious foes, right onward drave,
Gloomy as night. Under his burning wheels
The stedfast empirean shook throughout,
All but the throne itself of Gad. Full soon
Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand
Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in their souls infix'd
Plagues. They astonish'd, all resistance lost.
All courage; down their idle weapons dropp'd :
O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode,
Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate,
That wish'd the mountains, now, might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold visag❜d four
Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels
Distinet alike with multitude of eyes:
Oue spirit in them rul'd; and every eye
Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
Among the accursed, that wither'd all their strength,
And, of their wonted vigor, left them drain'd,
Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n.
Yet half his strength he put not forth; but check'd
His thunder in mid volley; for he meant
Not to destroy but to root them out of heaven.
The overthrown he rais'd; and as a herd
Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd
Drove them before him thunderstruck pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heaven; which opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Struck them with horror backward; but far worse
Urg' them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath
Barnt after them to the bottomless pit.
IX.-Alexander's Feast; or, the power of Musie.--An Ode for St. Cecilia's Day-DRYDEN.
'TWAS at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son→→
Aloft in awful state,
The godlike hero sat
On his imperial throne.
His valiant peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles beund
So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side.
Sat like a blooming eastern bride,,
la flewer of youth and beauty's pride.-
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None hat the brave,
None but the brave,
None but the brave, deserve the fair.
Timotheus plac'd en high,
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