Chapter 4

The Diverting History of JOHN GILPINONE OFR. Caldecott’s Picture BooksGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONSThe Diverting Historyof John Gilpin.THE DIVERTING HISTORYOFJOHN GILPIN:Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again.WRITTEN BY Wm. COWPERWITH DRAWINGS BY R. CALDECOTTJohn Gilpin was a citizenOf 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 beenThese twice ten tedious years, yet weNo holiday have seen.“To-morrow is our wedding-day,And we will then repairUnto 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 rideOn horseback after we.”The Linendraper boldHe soon replied, “I do admireOf womankind but one,And you are she, my dearest dear,Therefore it shall be done.“I am a linendraper bold,As all the world doth know,And my good friend the calenderWill lend his horse to go.”Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That’s well said;And for that wine is dear,We will be furnished with our own,Which is both bright and clear.”John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;O’erjoyed 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 allowedTo drive up to the door, lest allShould say that she was proud.So three doors off the chaise was stayed,Where they all did get in;Six precious souls, and all agogTo dash through thick and thin.Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,Were never folks so glad!The stones did rattle underneath,As if Cheapside were mad.John Gilpin at his horse’s sideSeized fast the flowing mane,And up he got, in haste to ride,But soon came down again;For saddletree scarce reached had he,His journey to begin,When, turning round his head, he sawThree 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.The 3 customers’Twas long before the customersWere suited to their mind,When Betty screaming came downstairs,“The wine is left behind!”“Good lack!” quoth he, “yet bring it me,My leathern belt likewise,In which I bear my trusty swordWhen 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 beEquipped from top to toe,His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,He manfully did throw.Now see him mounted once againUpon his nimble steed,Full slowly pacing o’er the stones,With caution and good heed.But finding soon a smoother roadBeneath his well-shod feet,The snorting beast began to trot,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 mustWho cannot sit upright,He grasped the mane with both his hands,And eke with all his might.His horse, who never in that sortHad 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 flyLike streamer long and gay,Till, loop and button failing both,At last it flew away.Then might all people well discernThe bottles he had slung;A bottle swinging at each side,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!”And still as fast as he drew near,’Twas wonderful to viewHow in a trice the turnpike-menTheir gates wide open threw.And now, as he went bowing downHis reeking head full low,The bottles twain behind his backWere shattered at a blow.Down ran the wine into the road,Most piteous to be seen,Which made the horse’s flanks to smoke,As they had basted been.But still he seemed to carry weight,With leathern girdle braced;For all might see the bottle-necksStill dangling at his waist.Thus all through merry IslingtonThese gambols he did play,Until he came unto the WashOf Edmonton so gay;And there he threw the wash aboutOn both sides of the way,Just like unto a trundling mop,Or a wild goose at play.At Edmonton his loving wifeFrom the balcony spiedHer tender husband, wondering muchTo 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;”Says Gilpin—“So am I!”But yet his horse was not a whitInclined to tarry there;For why?—his owner had a houseFull ten miles off, at Ware.So like an arrow swift he flew.Shot by an archer strong;So he did fly—which brings me toThe middle of my song.Away went Gilpin, out of breath,And sore against his will,Till at his friend the calender’sHis horse at last stood still.The calender, amazed to seeHis 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 bareheaded you are come,Or why you come at all?”Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,And loved a timely joke;And thus unto the calenderIn 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 findHis friend in merry pin,Returned him not a single word,But to the house went in;Whence straight he came with hat and wig,A wig that flowed behind,A hat not much the worse for wear,Each comely in its kind.He held them up, and in his turnThus showed 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 mayBe in a hungry case.”Said John, “It is my wedding-day,And all the world would stareIf 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 assDid sing most loud and clear;Whereat his horse did snort, as heHad heard a lion roar,And galloped off with all his might,As he had done before.Away went Gilpin, and awayWent Gilpin’s hat and wig;He lost them sooner than at first,For why?—they were too big.Now Mistress Gilpin, when she sawHer husband posting downInto the country far away,She pulled out half-a-crown;And thus unto the youth she saidThat drove them to the “Bell,”“This shall be yours when you bring backMy husband safe and well.”The youth did ride, and soon did meetJohn coming back amain;Whom in a trice he tried to stop,By catching at his rein.But not performing what he meant,And gladly would have done,The frighted steed he frighted more,And made him faster run.Away went Gilpin, and awayWent postboy at his heels,The postboy’s horse right glad to missThe lumbering of the wheels.Six gentlemen upon the road,Thus seeing Gilpin fly,With postboy scampering in the rear,They raised the hue and cry.“Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!”Not one of them was mute;And all and each that passed that wayDid join in the pursuit.And now the turnpike-gates againFlew open in short space;the toll-men thinking, as before,That Gilpin rode a race.And so he did, and won it too,For he got first to town;Nor stopped till where he had got up,He did again get down.Now let us sing, Long live the King,And Gilpin, long live he;And when he next doth ride abroad,May I be there to see.

The Diverting History of JOHN GILPINONE OFR. Caldecott’s Picture BooksGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS

The Diverting History of JOHN GILPIN

ONE OFR. Caldecott’s Picture Books

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS

The Diverting Historyof John Gilpin.

THE DIVERTING HISTORYOFJOHN GILPIN:Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again.

WRITTEN BY Wm. COWPERWITH DRAWINGS BY R. CALDECOTT

WRITTEN BY Wm. COWPER

WITH DRAWINGS BY R. CALDECOTT

John Gilpin was a citizenOf 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 beenThese twice ten tedious years, yet weNo holiday have seen.“To-morrow is our wedding-day,And we will then repairUnto 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 rideOn horseback after we.”

John Gilpin was a citizenOf 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 beenThese twice ten tedious years, yet weNo holiday have seen.

“To-morrow is our wedding-day,And we will then repairUnto 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 rideOn horseback after we.”

The Linendraper bold

He soon replied, “I do admireOf womankind but one,And you are she, my dearest dear,Therefore it shall be done.“I am a linendraper bold,As all the world doth know,And my good friend the calenderWill lend his horse to go.”

He soon replied, “I do admireOf womankind but one,And you are she, my dearest dear,Therefore it shall be done.

“I am a linendraper bold,As all the world doth know,And my good friend the calenderWill lend his horse to go.”

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That’s well said;And for that wine is dear,We will be furnished with our own,Which is both bright and clear.”John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;O’erjoyed was he to find,That though on pleasure she was bent,She had a frugal mind.

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That’s well said;And for that wine is dear,We will be furnished with our own,Which is both bright and clear.”

John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;O’erjoyed 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 allowedTo drive up to the door, lest allShould say that she was proud.So three doors off the chaise was stayed,Where they all did get in;Six precious souls, and all agogTo dash through thick and thin.Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,Were never folks so glad!The stones did rattle underneath,As if Cheapside were mad.John Gilpin at his horse’s sideSeized fast the flowing mane,And up he got, in haste to ride,But soon came down again;For saddletree scarce reached had he,His journey to begin,When, turning round his head, he sawThree 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.

The morning came, the chaise was brought,But yet was not allowedTo drive up to the door, lest allShould say that she was proud.

So three doors off the chaise was stayed,Where they all did get in;Six precious souls, and all agogTo dash through thick and thin.

Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,Were never folks so glad!The stones did rattle underneath,As if Cheapside were mad.

John Gilpin at his horse’s sideSeized fast the flowing mane,And up he got, in haste to ride,But soon came down again;

For saddletree scarce reached had he,His journey to begin,When, turning round his head, he sawThree 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.

The 3 customers

’Twas long before the customersWere suited to their mind,When Betty screaming came downstairs,“The wine is left behind!”“Good lack!” quoth he, “yet bring it me,My leathern belt likewise,In which I bear my trusty swordWhen 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 beEquipped from top to toe,His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,He manfully did throw.

’Twas long before the customersWere suited to their mind,When Betty screaming came downstairs,“The wine is left behind!”

“Good lack!” quoth he, “yet bring it me,My leathern belt likewise,In which I bear my trusty swordWhen 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 beEquipped from top to toe,His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,He manfully did throw.

Now see him mounted once againUpon his nimble steed,Full slowly pacing o’er the stones,With caution and good heed.

But finding soon a smoother roadBeneath his well-shod feet,The snorting beast began to trot,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 mustWho cannot sit upright,He grasped the mane with both his hands,And eke with all his might.His horse, who never in that sortHad 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 flyLike streamer long and gay,Till, loop and button failing both,At last it flew away.

“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 mustWho cannot sit upright,He grasped the mane with both his hands,And eke with all his might.

His horse, who never in that sortHad 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 flyLike streamer long and gay,Till, loop and button failing both,At last it flew away.

Then might all people well discernThe bottles he had slung;A bottle swinging at each side,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!”And still as fast as he drew near,’Twas wonderful to viewHow in a trice the turnpike-menTheir gates wide open threw.

Then might all people well discernThe bottles he had slung;A bottle swinging at each side,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!”

And still as fast as he drew near,’Twas wonderful to viewHow in a trice the turnpike-menTheir gates wide open threw.

And now, as he went bowing downHis reeking head full low,The bottles twain behind his backWere shattered at a blow.Down ran the wine into the road,Most piteous to be seen,Which made the horse’s flanks to smoke,As they had basted been.

And now, as he went bowing downHis reeking head full low,The bottles twain behind his backWere shattered at a blow.

Down ran the wine into the road,Most piteous to be seen,Which made the horse’s flanks to smoke,As they had basted been.

But still he seemed to carry weight,With leathern girdle braced;For all might see the bottle-necksStill dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry IslingtonThese gambols he did play,Until he came unto the WashOf Edmonton so gay;

And there he threw the wash aboutOn both sides of the way,Just like unto a trundling mop,Or a wild goose at play.

At Edmonton his loving wifeFrom the balcony spiedHer tender husband, wondering muchTo 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;”Says Gilpin—“So am I!”

At Edmonton his loving wifeFrom the balcony spiedHer tender husband, wondering muchTo 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;”Says Gilpin—“So am I!”

But yet his horse was not a whitInclined to tarry there;For why?—his owner had a houseFull ten miles off, at Ware.So like an arrow swift he flew.Shot by an archer strong;So he did fly—which brings me toThe middle of my song.

But yet his horse was not a whitInclined to tarry there;For why?—his owner had a houseFull ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew.Shot by an archer strong;So he did fly—which brings me toThe middle of my song.

Away went Gilpin, out of breath,And sore against his will,Till at his friend the calender’sHis horse at last stood still.The calender, amazed to seeHis neighbour in such trim,Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,And thus accosted him:

Away went Gilpin, out of breath,And sore against his will,Till at his friend the calender’sHis horse at last stood still.

The calender, amazed to seeHis 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 bareheaded you are come,Or why you come at all?”Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,And loved a timely joke;And thus unto the calenderIn merry guise he spoke:

“What news? what news? your tidings tell;Tell me you must and shall—Say why bareheaded you are come,Or why you come at all?”

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,And loved a timely joke;And thus unto the calenderIn 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 findHis friend in merry pin,Returned him not a single word,But to the house went in;

“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 findHis friend in merry pin,Returned him not a single word,But to the house went in;

Whence straight he came with hat and wig,A wig that flowed behind,A hat not much the worse for wear,Each comely in its kind.He held them up, and in his turnThus showed his ready wit:“My head is twice as big as yours,They therefore needs must fit.”

Whence straight he came with hat and wig,A wig that flowed behind,A hat not much the worse for wear,Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and in his turnThus showed 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 mayBe in a hungry case.”Said John, “It is my wedding-day,And all the world would stareIf 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 assDid sing most loud and clear;Whereat his horse did snort, as heHad heard a lion roar,And galloped off with all his might,As he had done before.

“But let me scrape the dirt away,That hangs upon your face;And stop and eat, for well you mayBe in a hungry case.”

Said John, “It is my wedding-day,And all the world would stareIf 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 assDid sing most loud and clear;

Whereat his horse did snort, as heHad heard a lion roar,And galloped off with all his might,As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and awayWent Gilpin’s hat and wig;He lost them sooner than at first,For why?—they were too big.

Now Mistress Gilpin, when she sawHer husband posting downInto the country far away,She pulled out half-a-crown;And thus unto the youth she saidThat drove them to the “Bell,”“This shall be yours when you bring backMy husband safe and well.”

Now Mistress Gilpin, when she sawHer husband posting downInto the country far away,She pulled out half-a-crown;

And thus unto the youth she saidThat drove them to the “Bell,”“This shall be yours when you bring backMy husband safe and well.”

The youth did ride, and soon did meetJohn coming back amain;Whom in a trice he tried to stop,By catching at his rein.But not performing what he meant,And gladly would have done,The frighted steed he frighted more,And made him faster run.

The youth did ride, and soon did meetJohn coming back amain;Whom in a trice he tried to stop,By catching at his rein.

But not performing what he meant,And gladly would have done,The frighted steed he frighted more,And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and awayWent postboy at his heels,The postboy’s horse right glad to missThe lumbering of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road,Thus seeing Gilpin fly,With postboy scampering in the rear,They raised the hue and cry.

“Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!”Not one of them was mute;And all and each that passed that wayDid join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike-gates againFlew open in short space;the toll-men thinking, as before,That Gilpin rode a race.And so he did, and won it too,For he got first to town;Nor stopped till where he had got up,He did again get down.

And now the turnpike-gates againFlew open in short space;the toll-men thinking, as before,That Gilpin rode a race.

And so he did, and won it too,For he got first to town;Nor stopped till where he had got up,He did again get down.

Now let us sing, Long live the King,And Gilpin, long live he;And when he next doth ride abroad,May I be there to see.

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