The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-06-13
Che 2utland 1aily Glube,
SATURDAY, JUNE 10, 1874.
From the Boston Globe
QUI(D) Rides ;

"Quadrupcdante putrem sonltur
Ana the rest OF the line, that need not repeat
II a reader OF Virgil by chance are you,
Has always a sound deliciOusly sweet
10 writer's In prose and writer's In verse,
Who the praise Of the horse (caballus) rehearse,
From the musical flow OF It's metrlcal feet
Many and oft the times | wecn
~ has helped speaker to classic fame
Though what the Dickens 1t all might mean
lie oil not know, or the poets name
But the measure was tripping and smooth and
And fell on the eager listeners ear
4 4, perfect line, after sentences lame.
Rides full many had been, before
Inc MAINTAIN poet smoothly sang
Or the gallopng horses that sped to the fore.
While the hollow ground under them rumbled
Rides full many have since been had
And never single school boy lad,
But VIII give you straight,
II you Will but watt
list as long as the Giant Ant.
Think OF Mazeppa's circus feat;
Think OF the Err King Goethe sing
Tam OShanter on cOurScr fleet;
FOL TSii9w yt6 by those who to fear gave wings
"a nice companion he had in train;
Lady GOdiva; the man who brought
The news that Flodden Field was fought
Young Lochinvar and his bride behind;
find;
Israel Putnam's breakneck pace;
PythiaS' headlOng homeward race;
Gilpin's ride to Bath and back;
Iurpln's ride from the sherlifS pack;
The wonderful ride OF the Light Brigade;
The dread one OF the Commentators;
Don QuiNOte's rare parade;
Wilhel1n'S ride with LeOnOrp:
Sheridan's ride, and Paul Revere
And hundred need not mention here.
These are enough to plainly show
That rides most swift and rides most slow
Are among the very commOnest things.
But the ride Of all the rides as It seems to me,
Was the ride OF the mllkman, Grolin caves,
OF whom with peculiar iiuency
SO many poet at present raves.
There he was on the bright May morn,
Ready to start on his daily round,
Perhaps had started and turned the corn
En- when 10 a roaring sound
lie looks behind, and he sees food
That almost curdleS his very blood;
For It rears on high like mighty wall
And comes with speed that may well appal
He rouses his horse from his lazy walk,
And-mlkman eVer-"cutS his chalk"
My, how the animal felt the lash:
Never before was IL thus applied.
Failing like lightnings vivid flash.
Stirring the dust from his rusty hide
Get up get up!' Crhls last applies
To the horse who to do his utmost tries
And to Grollln, who down mid the milk cans
lies,
Thrown from his seat By the sudden dash,
on they go at fearful pace.
Dexter's self would have lost all heart
II he had been entered ia that race;
Like shooting star they forward dart.
(Aud II the reader darcs to say,
yes, star that was quite IN the milky way"
I'd like i've words with him apart.)
on they CO. the trees fly by
Like Sheeteu ghosts ana all that ilk
For GrOllin none can this denV
DIDN'T wish this morning watercl milk.
on they go; and the flood behind
Roars ana PUSHES like some great wind
The whip lash Is worn as thin as SILK
on they go such burst OF speed
Never the horse had shown before
Well, II was at this hour OF need
That he had the power, for the tOrrcnt'5 roar
Nearer sounds, and the terrified man,
Striving to catch fugitive can,
See 1t close behind him pour.
On they go; the horse lets out
AS he reaches the beaten streets of the town
The driver gives one frenzed shout
And out OF the wagon jumps him down:
For the horse falls prostrate waters pour
Down the road where he was a minute before
But they leave him safe on the hills dry crown
liurrah hurrah for Grollin Caves,
Hurrah hurrah for each bright milk can,
That all Its tactical contents saves.
save the one that was lost ; but why does he
scan
The cans with an anxious troubled gaze?
Why stand like a dreamer all amaze?
Goodness gracious what ais the man ?
Give him laurels he won them wen
(Best time on record he Indde that day,
Ana saVed--himSef, the papers nov telN
But not OF leaves that fade away /;
No. let them be as he well has earned
or the butter the ride from his milk has
churned
Made by the new found Western belle.