42 CHItiDE HAROLD'S PlGGTmiAGE.

Till the tir’d jade the wheel forgets to hurl,Provoking envious gihe from each pedestrianChurl.

LXX.

Some o'er thy Thamis row the tihbpn’d fair,Others along the safer Turnpike ily;

Some Richmond - hill ascend, some scud toAT are.

And many to the sleep of llighgi.tc hie.

Ask ye, iia*otian shades! tin* reason why?***Tis to the worship of the. solemn Horn,Clasped in the holy hand of Mystery,in whose dread name hoth men and maidsare sworn,

And consecrate the oath with draught, anddance till morn.

LX XT.

All have their fooleries — not alike aro thine.Fair Cadi/., rising o’er the dark Muc sea!Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine,Thy saint adorers count the rosary:

Much is the ViHGiM team’d to shrive them free(Well do ! wfern the only virgin there)From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be;Then to the crowded circus forth they fare,‘Young, old, high, low, at once the same di-version share