In Praise of his Horse; wrote the Morning after a very narrow Escape from being robb'd, near Town .

Thanks, my all-worthy Servant, Friend,
'Twas kindly done — no selfish End;
But high Respect, and dear Regard,
For your most grateful Master-Bard;
'Twas sterling Love, that wing'd your Flight,
Secur'd me in the dang'rous Night,
When lurking Villain for his Prey,
Rejoicing in the Close of Day,
Wou'd, with a Horror-chilling Fear,
Thunder'd his Mandate in my Ear;
And, Ruffian-like, perhaps my Life
(Too frequent in such lawless Strife)
Had butcher'd — if his Savage Aim,
Unsated with the Thirst of Gain! —
But thou, with Gratitude I pay,
And thank thee in this early Lay:
Thy friendly, animated Speed,
Secur'd me in extremest Need. —
C HUCHILL , all hail! thy honest Care
May I ne'er want, when Danger's near:
This kind Exploit shall trump thy Fame;
And I, enamour'd with thy Name,
Will, during Life, with grateful Joy,
Protect, esteem my trusty Boy.