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260 ON LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY,
In pledge, perhaps, of favours from on high,
Thy locks were wet when others’ locks were dry.
Heaven grant us half the omen--may we see
Not drought on others, but much dew on thee!

ON

THE BURNING

OF LORD MANSFIELD'S LIBRARY, TOGETHER

WITH HIS MSS.

By the Mob, in the Month of June, 1780. So then—the Vandals of our isle,

Sworn foes to sense and law, Have burn'd to dust a nobler pile

Than ever Roman saw!

And Murray sighs o’er Pope and Swift,

And many a treasure more,
The well judged purchase and the gift,

That graced his letter'd store.
Their pages mangled, burn'd, and torn,

The loss was his alone;
But ages yet to come shall mourn

The burning of his own.

ON THE SAME.

WHEN Wit and Genius meet their doom

In all-devouring flame,
They tell us of the fate of Rome,

And bid us fear the same.

O'er Murray's loss the Muses wept,

They felt the rude alarm,
Yet bless’d the guardian care that kept

His sacred head from harm.
There Memory, like the bee that's fed

From Flora's balmy store,
The quintessence of all he read
Had treasured

up

before. The lawless herd, with fury blind,

Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone—but still we find

The honey on his tongue.

ON THE PROMOTION OF

EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.

TO THE LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.

Round Thurlow's head in early youth,

And in his sportive days,
Fair Science pour'd the light of truth,

And Genius shed his rays.
See! with united wonder cried

The experienced and the sage, Ambition in a boy supplied

With all the skill of age! Discernment, eloquence, and grace

Proclaim him born to sway The balance in the highest place,

And bear the palm away.

The praise bestow'd was just and wise;

He sprang impetuous forth,
Secure of conquest, where the prize

Attends superior worth.
So the best courser on the plain

Ere yet he starts is known,
And does but at the goal obtain

What all had deem'd his own,

THE DIVERTING

HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN:

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 bent,

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;

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For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,

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 heed.

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