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"What news? What news! Your tidings tell! 165 Tell me you must and shall

Say why bareheaded you are come,

Or why you come at all."

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,

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And loved a timely * joke;

And thus unto the calender,

In merry guise * he spoke :

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Wedding day, it was Said John, "It is my wedding-day,*

the anniversary of his wedding.

And all the world would stare,

If wife should dine at Edmonton
And I should dine at Ware."

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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! ah, bootless * boast!
For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear;

205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he*
Had heard a lion roar,

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And galloped 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 Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting * down

215 Into the country far away,

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She pulled out half-a-crown:

And thus unto the youth she said,
That drove them to the Bell,

"This shall be yours, when you bring back
My husband safe and well."

The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain,*
Whom in a trice* he tried to stop,
By catching at his rein :

225 But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,

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The frighted steed he frighted more,
And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went postboy * at his heels,

The postboy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb'ring* of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,

235 With postboy scampering in the rear,"
They raised the hue and cry:

*

Bootless, useless, without success.

As he, as if he.

Posting, travelling in great haste.

Amain, with all his might.

Trice, in an instant,

Frighted, frightened.

Postboy, one who
rides and drives a
carriage-horse.
Lumb'ring, noise,
rattle.

Rear, after him.
Hue and cry, loud
cries to give the
alarm when in pur-
suit of an offender.

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ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.-Kingsley.

He

THE REV. CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819-1875) was born in Devonshire. distinguished himself as a poet, historian, novelist, &c. From 1859 till 1870 he was Professor of Modern History at Cambridge. He was the author of Alton Locke, Westward Ho, Town Geology, The Roman and the Teuton, Madam How and Lady Why, &c.

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Through the black fir-forest
Thunder harsh and dry,
Shattering down the snowflakes
Off the curdled sky.

Hark! The brave North-easter!
Breast-high lies the scent,
On by holt* and headland,*
Over heath * and bent.*

Chime, ye dappled * darlings,
Through the sleet and snow.
Who can override you?
Let the horses go!

Chime, ye dappled darlings,*
Down the roaring blast:
You shall see a fox die
Ere an hour be past.

Go! and rest to-morrow,
Hunting in your dreams,
While our skates are ringing
O'er the frozen streams.

Let the luscious* South wind

Breathe in lovers' sighs,

While the lazy gallants
Bask* in ladies' eyes.

*

What does he but soften
Heart alike and pen?
'Tis the hard grey winter
Breeds hard Englishmen.*

What's the soft South-wester?*
"Tis the ladies' breeze,

Bringing home their true loves
Out of all the seas:

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ZARA'S EAR-RINGS.-Lockhart.

JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854) was born in Lanarkshire, and married the eldest daughter of Sir Walter Scott in 1820. In early life he wrote several tales and biographies and published his translations of the Spanish Ballads. He also wrote the Lives of Burns, Napoleon, and Theodore Hook. His Life of Scott is one of the finest biographies we possess.

Granada, a city in the south of Spain formerly in the possession of the Moors.

Pearl, a shining gem, chiefly found in the mother-ofpearl oyster.

Moor, a native of

"My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped
into the well,

And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell."
'Twas thus Granada's * fountain by, spoke
Albuharez' daughter,-

"The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath
the cold blue water-

To me did Muça give them, when he spake his

sad farewell,

And what to say when he comes back, alas! I
cannot tell.

"My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls *

in silver set,

That when my Moor*
should him forget,

was far away, I ne'er

Morocco, a country That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor

N.W. of Africa.

Smile, &c., she
should not heed
the avowals of love
made by others
when Muça
away.

was

smile* on other's tale,

But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as

those ear-rings pale

When he comes back, and hears that I have
dropped them in the well,

Oh what will Muça think of me, I cannot, can-
not tell.

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