And thy loved confort on the dang'rous tide
Of life, long fince, has anchor'd at thy fide.
But me, fcarce hoping to attain that rest,
Always from port withheld, always diftrefs'd-
Me howling winds drive devious, tempeft tofs'd,
Sails ript, feams op'ning wide, and compass loft,
And day by day fome current's thwarting force
Sets me more diftant from a profperous courfe.
But oh the thought, that thou art fafe, and he!
That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
My boaft is not that I deduce my birth
From loins enthron'd and rulers of the earth;
But higher far my proud pretenfions rife-
The fon of parents pafs'd into the skies.
And now, farewell-time, unrevok'd, has run
His wonted courfe, yet what I wish'd is done.
By contemplation's help, not fought in vain,
I feem t' have liv'd my childhood o'er again;
To have renew'd the joys that once were mine,
Without the fin of violating thine;

And, while the wings of fancy still are free,
And I can view this mimic fhew of thee,
Time has but half fucceeded in his theft-

Thyfelf removed, thy power to foothe me left.

John Gilpin's fpouse 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 chaife and pair.

My fifter, and my fifter's child,
Myfelf, and children three,

Will fill the chaife; fo you must ride
On horseback after we.

He foon replied-I do admire
Of womankind but one,

And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it fhall 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 faid And, for that wine is dear,

We will be furnish'd with our own,

Which is both bright and clear.

But let me fcrape 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 all the world would ftare

If wife fhould dine at Edmonton
And I should dine at Ware !

So, turning to his horse, he said-
I am in hafte to dine;

'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You fhall go back for mine.

Ah, lucklefs fpeech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear;

For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did fing moft loud and clear;

Whereat his horfe did fnort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,

And gallop'd off with all his might,
As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig!
He loft them fooner than at first
For why?-they were too big!

Now, mistress Gilpin, when the faw
Her husband posting down

Into the country far away,

She pull'd out half a crown;

And thus unto the youth fhe faid
That drove them to the Bell-
This fhall be your's when you bring back
My husband fafe and well.

The youth did ride, and foon did meet

John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to ftop,

By catching at his rein;

But, not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
The frighted steed he frighted more,
And made him fafter run.