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Six gentlemen upon the road .

Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With post-boy scampering in the rear,

They raised the hue and cry:

Stop thiefl 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

Flew open in short space;
The toll-men thinking as before

That Gilpin rode a race. ;

And so he did, and won it too,

For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up,

He did again get down.

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AN EPISTLE.

TO
A PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE. Tot

MADAM,

A STRANGER's purpose in these lays
Is to congratulate, and not to praise,
To give the creature her Creator's due :
Were sin in me, and an offence to you.
From man to man, or ev'n to woman paid,
Praise is the medium of a knayish trade,
A coin by craft for folly's use designed,
Spurious, and only current with the blind.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown; No traveller ever reached that blest abode, . Who found not thorns and briars in his road. The world may dance along the flowery plain, Cheered as they go by many a sprightly strain, Where Nature has her mossy velvet spread, With unshow feet they yet securely tread, Admonished, scom the caution and the friend, Bent upon pleasure, heedless of its end. But he, who knew what human hearts would prove, How slow to learn the dictates of his love, That hard by nature and of stubborn will, A life of ease would make them harder still,

In pity to the sinners he designed
To rescue from the ruins of mankind,
Called for a cloud to darken all their years, .
And said, “Go spend them in the vale of tears."
Oh balıny gales of soul-reviving air,
Oh salatary streams that murmur there,
These flowing from the fount of grace above,
Those breathed from lips of everlasting love!
The flinty soil indeed their feet annoys,
And sudden sorrow nips their springing joys,
An envious world will interpose its frown
To mar delights superior to its own,'
And many a pang, experienced still within,
Reminds them of their hatred inmate, sin;
But ills of every shape and every name
Transformed to blessings miss their cruel aim,
And every moment's calm, that soothes the breast,
Is given in earnest of eternal rest...

Ah, be not sad, although thy lot be cast Far from the flock, and in a distant waste! No shepherd's tents within' thy view appear, But the chief Shepherd is for ever near ; Thy tender sorrows and thy plaintive strain Flow in a foreign land, but not in vain; Thy tears all issue from a source divine, And every drop bespeaks a Saviour thine . 'Twas thus in Gideon's fleece the dews were found, And drought on all the drooping herbs around.

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Unwin, I should but ill repay

The kindness of a friend,
Whose worth deserves as warm a lay

As ever friendship penned,
Thy name omitted in a page,
That would reclaim a vicious age.

II.
An union formed, as mine with thee,

Not rashly, nor in sport,
May be as fervent in degree,..

And faithful in its sort,
And may as rich in comfort prove,
As that of true fraternal love. .

III.
The bud inserted in the rind,

The bud of peach or rose,
Adorns, though differing in its kind,

The stock whereon it grows,
With flower as sweet, or fruit as fair,
As if produced by nature there.. ..

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288 TO THE REV. W. CAWTHORNE UNWIN.

IV.
Not rich, I render what I may,

I seize thy name in haste,
And place it in this first essay,

Least this should prove the last.
'Tis where it should be in a plan,
That holds in view the good of man.

The poet's lyre, to fix his fame, i

Should be the poet's heart;
Affection lights a brighter flame

Than ever blazed by art.
No muses on these lines attend,
I sink the poet in the friend,

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