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(speaking, of course, in regard to his mental disease, as distinct from his mind itself) should have written perhaps the most humorous poem in the language. It originated as follows :—“With the hope of diverting his mind, during an unusually severe attack of gloom, Lady Austen related to him one day the history of Gilpin, which she had heard in her childhood. The tale made a vivid impression; and the next morning he told her that the ludicrous incident had convulsed him with laughter during the night, and that he had embodied the whole in a ballad.”

The Diverting History of John Gilpin.
" 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.
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.
But, finding soon a smoother road

Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,

Which gall’d him in his seat.
So, ‘Fair and softly,' John he cried,

But John he cried in vain ;
That trot became a gallop soon,

In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must

Who cannot sit upright,
He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all his might.
His horse, wlio never in that sort

Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got

Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought,

Away went hat and wig !
He little dreamt when he set out,

Of running such a rig!
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,

Like streamer long and gay,
Till, loop and button failing both,

At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern

The bottles he had slung,
A bottle swinging at cach side,

As hath been said or simg.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,

Up flew the windows all,
And every soul cried out-Well done!

As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin—who but he ?

His fame soon spread around-
He carries weight, he rides a race !

'Tis for a thousand pound !
And still, as fast as he drew near,

'Twas wonderful to view,
How in a trice the turnpike-men

Their gates wide open threw.
And now, as he went bowing down

His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back

Were shatter'd at a blow.

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Down ran the wine into the road,

Most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse's flanks 'to smoke

As they had basted been.
But still he seem'd to carry weight,

With leathern girdle braced,
For all might see the bottle-necks

Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Islington

These gambols he did play,
And till he came unto the Wash

Of Edmonton so gay.
And there he threw the wash about

On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,

Or a wild goose at play.
At Ednionton, his loving wife

From the balcony spied
Her tender husband, wond'ring much

To see how he did ride!
Stop, stop, John Gilpin !--Here's the house-

They all at once did cry,
The dinner waits and we are tired :-

Said Gilpin-So am I.
But yet his horse was not a whit

Inclined to tarry there;
For why? his owner had a house

Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew,

Shot by an archer strong ;
So did he fly-which brings me to

The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,

And sore against his will,
Till at his friend the Calender's

His horse at last stood still.
The Calender, amazed to see

His neighbour in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

And thus accosted him :
What news? what news? your tidings tell,

Tell me you must and shall-
Say why bare-headed you are come,

Or why you come at all?
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,

And loved a timely joke,

And thus unto the Calender

In merry guise he spoke :-
I came because your horse would come ;

And if I well forebode,
My hat and wig will soon be here,

They are upon the road.
The Calender, right glad to find

His friend in merry pin,
Return'd him not a single word,

But to the house went in.
Whence straight he came with hat and wig;

A wig that flow'd behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,

Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn

Thus show'd his ready wit :-
My head is twice as big as yours,

They therefore needs must fit.
But let me scrape the dirt away

That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may

Be in an hungry case.
Said John--- It is my wedding-day,

And all the world would stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,

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 speech, and bootless boast !

For which he paid full dear;
For while he spake, a braying ass

Did sing most loud and clear.
Whereat his horse did snort, 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 lost them sooner than at first,

For why ?--they were too big!
Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw

Her husband posting down Into the country far away,

She pull'd out half-a-crown;

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