t 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, And gladly would have done, The frightened steed he frightened more, Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels! The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels. Six gentlemen upon the road, With post-boy scampering in the rear, 'Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!' Not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again And so he did-and won it too!- Now let us sing-Long live the king, And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see! William Cowper. THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER! FRIEND OF HUMANITY. NEEDY Knife-grinder! whither art you going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of orderBleak blows the blast; your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches! Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeRoad, what hard work 'tis crying all the day "Knives and Scissors to grind O!" 1 From the Anti - Jacobin. Southey's sapphics. Written to ridicule Tell me, Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives? Did some rich man tyrannically use you? Was it the Squire for killing of his game? or Covetous Parson, for his Tithes distraining? Or roguish Lawyer, made you lose your little All in a law suit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids Pitiful story. KNIFE-GRINDER. 'Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, 'Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the Parish Stocks for a vagrant. 'I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence ; But for my part, I never love to meddle With Politics, sir.' FRIEND OF HUMANITY. I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd first! Wretch, whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to (Kicks the knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy). George Canning. NORA'S VOW HEAR What Highland Nora said,— I would not wed the Earlie's son.' "A maiden's vows,' old Callum spoke, i The frost-wind soon shall sweep away 'The swan,' she said, "the lake's clear breast May barter for the eagle's nest ; " The Awe's fierce stream may backward turn, 14 Still in the water-lily's shade Her wonted nest the wild swan made, -She's wedded to the Earlie's son! Sir Walter Scott. DELIA'S POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF, 'Tis mine! What accents can my joy declare ? Blest be the pressure of the thronging rout! Blest be the hand so hasty of my fair, That left the tempting corner hanging out! I envy not the joy the pilgrim feels, After long travel to some distant shrine, When at the relic of his saint he kneels, For Delia's POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF IS MINE. When first with filching fingers I drew near, b Keen hopes shot tremulous through every vein; And when the finished deed removed my fear, Scarce could my bounding heart its joy contain. |