"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, 170 And loved a timely * joke; And thus unto the calender, In merry guise * he spoke : 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 195 200 So turning to his horse, he said, "I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, Ah, luckless speech! ah, bootless* boast! 205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he 210 And galloped off with all his might, Away went Gilpin, and away Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw 215 Into the country far away, 220 She pulled out half-a-crown: And thus unto the youth she said, "This shall be yours, when you bring back The youth did ride, and soon did meet 225 But not performing what he meant, 230 * The frighted steed he frighted more, Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy* at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road 235 With postboy scampering in the rear,* 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. 20 25 309 35 40 45 50 55 Through the black fir-forest Hark! The brave North-easter! Chime, ye dappled * darlings, Chime, ye dappled darlings,* Go! and rest to-morrow, Let the luscious* South wind * Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants Bask in ladies' eyes. * 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 Moor, a native of Smile, &c., she "My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they've dropped And what to say to Muça, I cannot, cannot tell." "The well is deep, far down they lie, beneath To me did Muça give them, when he spake his sad farewell, And what to say when he comes back, alas! I * "My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls* in silver set, should him forget, * was far away, I ne'er That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor * smile on other's tale, should not heed But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as the avowals of love 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. |