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Thy indistinct expressions seem
Like language utter'd in a dream;
Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme,

My Mary!
Thy silver locks, once auburn bright,
Are still more lovely in my sight
Than golden beams of orient light,

My Mary!
For, could I view nor them nor thee,
What sight worth seeing could I see?
The sun would rise in vain for me,

My Mary!
Partakers of thy sad decline,
Thy hands their little force resign;
Yet gently press'd, press gently mine,

My Mary!
Such feebleness of limbs thou provest,
That now, at every step thou movest,
Upheld by two; yet still thou lovest,

My Mary!
And still to love, though press'd with ill,
In wintry age to feel no chill,
With me is to be lovely still,

My Mary!
But ah! by constant heed I know,
How oft the sadness that I show,
Transforms thy smiles to looks of wo,

My Mary!
And should my future lot be cast
With much resemblance of the past,
Thy worn-out heart will break at last,

My Mary!

PREACHING V8. PRACTICE. A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest, Had once his integrity put to the test; His comrades had plotted an orchard to rob, And ask'd him to go and assist in the job. He was shock’d, sir, like you, and answer'd_"Oh, no What! rob our good neighbor? I pray you don't go! Besides, the man's poor, his orchard's his bread, Then think of his children, for they must be fed.” “ You speak very fine, and you look very grave, But apples we want, and apples we'll have; If you will go with us, you shall have a share, If not, you shall have neither apple nor pear." They spoke, and Tom ponder'd—“I see they will go : Poor man! what a pity to injure him so! Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could, But staying behind will do him no good.

“If the matter depended alone upon me,
His apples might hang till they dropp'd from the tree;
But since they will take them, I think I'll go too;
He will lose none by me, though I get a few."
His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease,
And went with his comrades the apples to seize;
He blamed and protested, but join'd in the plan;
He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.


Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again.

John Gilpin was a citizen

Of credit and renown,
A train-band Captain eke was he

Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear-

Though wedded we have been
These twice ten tedious years, yet we

No holiday have seen.
To-morrow is our wedding-day,

And we will then repair
Unto the Bell at Edmonton

All in a chaise and pair.
My sister and my sister's child,

Myself and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride

On horseback after we.”
He soon replied"I do admire

Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,

Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world doth know,
And my good friend the Calender

Will lend his horse to go."
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin—“That's well said;

And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnish'd with our own,

Which is both bright and clear."
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;

O'erjoy'd was he to find
That, though on pleasure she was bens,

She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,

But yet was not allow'd
To drive up to the door, lest all

Should say that she was proud.

So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,

Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog

To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,

Were never folk so glad,
The stones did rattle underneath,

As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side

Seized fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,

But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had be,

His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw

Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,

Although it grieved him sore,
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,

Would trouble him much more.

'Twas long before the customers

Were suited to their mind,
When Betty screaming came down stairs,

“The wine is left behind !".
"Good lack !" quoth he; “yet bring it me,

My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword

When I do exercise."
Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul)

Had two stone bottles found,
To hold the liquor that she loved,

And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear,

Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,

To make his balance true.

Then over all, that he might be

Equipp'd from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,

He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones

With caution and good beed.
But finding soon a smoother road

Beneath his well-shod feel, The snorting beast began to trot,

Which galld him in his seat.

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So “Fair and softly," John he cried;

But John he cried in vain;
That trot became a gallop soon,

In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must

Who cannot sit upright,
He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort

Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got

Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;

Away went hat and wig;
He little dreamt, when he set out,

Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,

Like streamer long and gay,
Till, loop and button failing both,

At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern

The bottles he had slung;
A bottle swinging at each side,

As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,

Up flew the windows all;
And every soul cried out, “Well done!”

As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin—who but he ?

His fame soon spread around“He carries weight! he rides a race!

'Tis for a thousand pound !" And still, as fast as he drew near,

'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men

Their gates wide open threw.

And now, as he went bowing down

His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back

Were shatter'd at a blow.

Down ran the wine into the road,

Most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse's flanks to smoke

As they had basted been.
But still he seemd to carry weight,

With leathern girdle braced ;
For all might see the bottle necks
Still dangling at his waist.

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