Away went Gilpin, and away Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw She pulled 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 did meet But not performing what he meant, Away went Gilpin, and away The lumbering of the wheels. Six gentlemen upon the road With post-boy scampering in the rear, They raised the hue and cry: "Stop thief! stop thief!-a highwayman!" Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike-gates again And so he did; and won it too; For he got first to town; With hesitation admirably slow, presumes Nor stopped till where he had got up He humbly hopes - it He did again get down. may be so. law His evidence, if he were called by And give us in recitals of disease, A doctor's trouble, but without the fees; To swear to some enormity he saw, For want of prominence and just relief, Would hang an honest man and save a thief. Through constant dread of giving truth offence, He ties up all his hearers in suspense; Knows what he knows as if he knew it not; What he remembers seems to have forgot; His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall, Centring at last in having none at all. phiz, Relate how many weeks they kept their bed, How an emetic or cathartic sped: Nothing is slightly touched, much less forgot. Nose, ears, and eyes seem present or the spot. Now the distemper, spite of draught or pill, Victorious seemed, and now the doctor's skill; And now - alas, for unforeseen mishaps! They put on a damp nightcap and relapse: They thought they must have died, they were so bad; Their peevish hearers almost wish they had. [From Conversation.] Touched with the magnet, had at- A FAITHFUL PICTURE OF ORDI SOME fretful tempers wince at every touch, You always do too little or too much: You speak with life in hopes to entertain,. Your elevated voice goes through the brain; You fall at once into a lower key, That's worse- - the drone-pipe of an humble-bee. The southern sash admits too strong a light, You rise and drop the curtain – -now 'tis night. PAIRING-TIME ANTICIPATED. A FABLE. I SHALL not ask Jean Jacques Rous seau If birds confabulate or no; Than to interpret by the letter, The birds, conceiving a design Began to agitate the matter. Entreated, opening wide his beak, treat A Finch, whose tongue knew no With golden wing and satin poll, "Methinks the gentleman," quoth He shakes with cold, you stir the fire" Opposite in the apple-tree, and strive To make a blaze- that's roasting him alive. Serve him with venison, and he chooses fish; With sole that's just the sort he would not wish. He takes what he at first professed to loathe, And in due time feeds heartily on both. By his good-will would keep us single Or (which is likelier to befall) Turning short round, strutting, and |