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Open, waves, your surging tide! For the earth, when Abel died, Drank the blood of him I slew, Heard the curse of vengeance too! Open, waves, your surging tide! And disclose your bed all wide ! Ah ! 'tis vain ! revenge has might In the realm of ancient night;
In the darkest, deepest deep, Abel's shade would near me keepNear me, though I took my flight To the highest mountain's height. Should this frame dissolve away, Of the whirlpool-storm the prey, Yet, oh yet, would Cain still dread Heaven's anger on his head !
Knowing now no end, no age,
Vengeance on my head I drew,
brother slew ! Woe is me! oh, woe is me! Dread of heaven follows me!
THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
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
All in a chaise and pair.
My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.”
He soon replied, “I do admire
Of woman-kind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go."
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That's well said ;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear."
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife ;
O'erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
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 folks so glad ;
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 reached had he,
His journey to begin,
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,
“ The wine is left behind !"
“Good lack !" quoth he, "yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
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
Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet,
Which galled 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 grasped the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig ;
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;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed,
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 !"