. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. oment much like a Coffin a-walking up stairs. Mr. Pryce had begun To make up for a run,As in such a companion he saw no great fun, When a single bright ray Shone out on the wayHe had passed, and he saw, with no little dismay,Coming after him, bounding oer crag and oer deceased Mrs. Winifreds Grandmothers Clock!!Twas so!—it had certainly moved from its place,And come lumbering on thus, to hold him in chase;Twas the very same Head, and the very same Case,And nothing was altered at all—but the Face!In that he perceived, with
. The Ingoldsby legends : or, Mirth and marvels. oment much like a Coffin a-walking up stairs. Mr. Pryce had begun To make up for a run,As in such a companion he saw no great fun, When a single bright ray Shone out on the wayHe had passed, and he saw, with no little dismay,Coming after him, bounding oer crag and oer deceased Mrs. Winifreds Grandmothers Clock!!Twas so!—it had certainly moved from its place,And come lumbering on thus, to hold him in chase;Twas the very same Head, and the very same Case,And nothing was altered at all—but the Face!In that he perceived, with no little two little winder-holes turned into eyes Blazing with ire. Like two coals of fire;And the Name of the Maker was changed to a Lip,And the Hands to a Nose with a very red !—he could not mistake it,—twas She to the life!The identical face of his poor defunct wife! One glance was enough. Completely Quant, the doctors write down when they send you their stuffLike a Weather-cock whirled by a vehement LOOK AT THE CLOCK! 57 David turned himself round; Ten feet of groundHe cleared, in his start, at the very first bound!Ive seen people run at West-End Fair for cheeses—Ive seen ladies run at Bow Fair for chemises—At Greenwich Fair twenty men run for a one from a Bailiff much faster than that:At foot-ball Ive seen lads run after the bladder—Ive seen Irish bricklayers run up a ladder—Ive seen little boys run away from a cane—And Ive seen (that is, read of) good running in Spain; * But I never did read Of, or witness, such speedAs David exerted that evening.—IndeedAll I have ever heard of boys, women, or men,Falls far short of Pryce, as he ran over Pen ! He reaches its brow,— He has past it, and once gained the summit, and managed to cross it, heRolls down the side with uncommon velocity; But run as he will. Or roll down the hill,The bugbear behind him is after him still!And close at his heels, not at all to
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