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Thus all through merry Islington
And there he threw the wash about
At Edmonton his loving wife
Her tender husband, wondering much
"Stop, stop, John Gilpin!-Here's the house,❞— They all aloud 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,
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
The Calender, amazed to see
"What news? what news? your tidings tell,
Tell me you must and shall;
Say why bare-headed you are come,
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
In merry guise he spoke :
"I came because your horse would come;
My hat and wig will soon be here-
The Calender, right glad to find
Whence straight he came with hat and wig;
A hat not much the worse for wear,
He held them up, and in his turn
But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
Said John-" It is my wedding-day,
And I should dine at Ware."
So, turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine;
"Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine."
Ah, luckless specch, and bootless boast!
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig: He lost them sooner than at first;
For why? They were too big.
Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
She pull'd out half a crown;
And thus unto the youth she said
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
But not performing what he meant,
O thou, whom, borne on fancy's eager wing
SONNET TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE.1
Thou hast achieved a part; hast gain'd the ear
Hope smiles, joy springs, and though cold caution pause
And weave delay, the better hour is near
By peace for Afric, fenced with British laws.
ON THE RECEIPT OF HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE
O that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
O welcome guest, though unexpected here!
But gladly, as the precept were her own:
1 "The eloquence of Wilberforce was the voice of humanity. It was at the table of Bennet Langton, that he made the public avowal of his sentiments upon slavery. There was something sublime in the spectacle of so young a man preaching a new crusade. He declared himself the advocate of a forsaken race; and with almost unaided arm prepared to open the gates of mercy to mankind. Mackintosh said that he had conferred upon the world a benefit never exceeded by human benevolence. He was neither daunted by opposition nor depressed by defeat. However exhausted by the struggle, if he touched, in imagination at least, the ground where the ashes of the persecuted African reposed, his strength returned to him. The cry of blood ascended from the earth. Let his toil be appreciated, and his difficulties acknowledged. What others have dared in the war of arms, he dared in the war of opinion. He attacked the bulwarks with which avarice had fortified the cruelties of slavery; and never yielded to the invitations of ease, until he had driven a gap into those barricades of iniquity. His mind seemed to dilate with the majesty of his subject. His speech in 1789 gained the applause of all who heard it; and one passage, that in which he summoned death, as his last witness, whose tremendous testimony was neither to be purchased nor refuted, reached the sublime. Burke admired it; Pitt and Fox eulogized it; and Bishop Porteus mentioned it to the poet Mason, in terms of still warmer praise. In him was beheld, for the first, if not for the last time, the noble spectacle of a man without patronage or office, to whom parliament listened with respect, and the country with reverence; having no friends but the good; no side but virtue." - Willmott.