74 F ohn Gilpin.

Why, here is our old friend, John Gilpin, I
declare! Paste him on by all means; he is
always amusing. Poor fellow! How he clings
to his horse’s neck, and what a fright he is in!
The picture represents him as he dashes past

 

the hotel at Edmonton, where his wife and chil-
dren are standing in the balcony watching for
him.

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“Stop, stop, John Gilpin, here’s the house
They all aloud did cry ;

“The dinner waits, and we are tired,”
Said Gilpin, “ So am I.”