The trees in the green wood bowed low as he uttered, And the wing of the raven grew helpless and fluttered; The ivy-clad battlements shook at his name, ad the noble Black Sluggard who Wilfrid defended; Rebecca, the lovely and patient, stood near him, And Rowena, the proud, was obliged to revere him; The Templar, abashed, dar'd no longer be bold, And Isaac, the Jew, safely hugg'd up his gold. Meg Merriles wove the dark web at her leisure, And Ochiltree wandered about at his pleasure; Whilst the Minstrels chaunted, in tones sweet and wild, All hail Walter Scott! Immortality's child !" Now a far different scene took my curious eye, The Bride of Abydos in vain tried to cheer him ; The sweet notes of Leilla, no more could endear him; The Corsair alone, with his look of distraction, Could give to his agonised soul satisfaction; Now Leigh Hunt appeared in a garden of flow ers, The sun warmly playing to dry up the showers; Young roses and woodbines entwin'd into wreathes, And the hearts-ease shewed meekly its brown and gold leaves; The daisy, old Chaucer's gay favorite, looked bright, But the innocent primrose shrank back from the light: The jessamine shed its sweet odour around, And all that was lovely sprang up from the ground. A crowd of fine heads, with laurel green ever, (For genius from genius the gods will not sever,) Surrounded Leigh Hunt, and their blest conversation, Made his garden of flowers an inspired habita tion; Amongst them was Dante, and Petrarch the tender, And Tasso, and Tell the intrepid defender: THE ROSE; From Madame de GENLIS' "Petrarch and SWEET emanation of the power For war o'er all our fields hath past; And far and wide, with tears and gore, Sweet Stranger! in this joyless land, This world is all by war defaced: But when on our long-wasted shore LINES Suggested by the death of a beautiful young Lady, in the 15th year of her age. THO' reckon'd in the month of May, Presented with a Rose-bud to a young Lady, who appeared at a fancy ball, in the character of Flora.. SWEET bud, whose forward bloom displays The promise of a beauteous flower, May no rude blight thy freshness seize ! No worm thy tender leaf devour! Light fall the rains upon thy head, Safe be thy beauty from the storm, "Till Spring's soft breath thy blossom spread, Thy ripen'd glow shall long be seen; ON DEATH. HARK, my gay friend, that solemn toll, misse, For Love loves moste when love moste secrete is. The rarest jewels hidden virtue yielde; The swete of traffique is a secrete gaine The yeare once old dothe shewe a barren fielde; And plants seeme dede, and yet they springo againe. Cupide is blinde;—the reason why, is this, Love loves moste when love moste secrete is. Loudon: Printed for the Proprietors by H.Hewitt, 145, High Holborn, Published at 42, Holywellstreet, Strand; and sold by Sherwood, Neely, and Jones, Paternoster-row; Simpkin and Mar shall, Stationers'-court; and may be had of all Booksellers. TICKLER MAGAZINE. 12. VOL. II.] LONDON, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1820. Anecdotes. CANDID CULPRIT. Duke of Ossuna, Viceroy of Naples, sing through Barcelona, and having got e to release some slaves, went on board the De Galley, and passing through the crew of es, he asked several of them what their aces were? Every one excused himself in several pretences; one said he was put out of malice, another by bribery of the ge; but all of them unjustly. Among the there was one sturdy little black man, on the duke questioned as to what he was re for. "My lord," said he, "I cannot y but I am justly put in here; for I wanted ary, and so took a purse near Tarragona, keep me from starving." The duke on aring this, gave him two or three blows on shoulder with his stick, saying, "You e, what are you doing among so many Best men? Get you out of their company. ie poor fellow was then set at liberty, while rest were left to tug at the oar. [PRICE 6d though he had still the mortification to leave his family prisoners. When his own safety was insured, he negociated with the Pacha for the liberty of his wife and children, but in vain. All other methods failing, he determined to write: and his letter is a curious specimen of social feeling, operating on a rugged mind and ardent disposition. It was in these terms: "I am informed, O Pacha of Bosnia! that you complain of my escape; but I put it to yourself, what would you have done in my place? Would you have suffered yourself to be bound with cords like a miserable beast, and led without resistance by men, who, as soon as they arrived at a certain place, would in all probability have put you to death? Nature impels us to avoid destruction, and I have only acted in obedience to her laws. “Tell me, Pacha, what crime have my wife and children committed, that, in spite of law and justice, you should retain them like slaves? Perhaps you hope to render me more submissive; but you cannot surely expect that I shall return to you, and hold forth my arms to be loaded with fresh chains? No, you do but deceive yourself, and render me more terrible than before. Hear me then, Pacha; you may exhaust on them all your fury, without producing the least advantage. On my part I declare, I will wreak my vengeance on all the Turks, your subjects, who may fall into my hands; and I will omit no means of injuring you. For the love of God, restore to me, I beseech you, my blood. Obtain my pardon from my sovereign, and no longer retain in your memory my past offences. I promise that I will then leave your subjects in tranquility, and even serve them as a guide when necessary. "If you refuse me this favour, expect from me all that despair can prompt. I will assemble my friends, carry destruction wherever you reside. pillage your property, plunder your merchants; and from this moment, if you pay no attention to my intreaties, I swear that I will massacre every Turk that falls into my hands." The Pacha did not think proper to pay any attention to the letter of a highway robber, and Socivizca was not slow in carrying into effect the vow he had made. He desolated the country, giving proofs of a prodigious valour; insomuch that the people were obliged to entreat the Pacha to deliver them from so great a scourge, by sending back his wife and children. The Pacha, however was inexorable, and it was only by a fortunate co-operation of force and stratagem, of the particulars of which we are not correctly informed, that he succeeded at last in obtaining the liberty of his family. Shortly after his troop took prisoner a Turk, who had favoured the escape of one of Socivizca's brothers. The brother, in opposition to the wish of the chief and the rest of the band, was anxious to return the favour. The captive was destined to die; but the grateful robber, while Socivizca was at prayers, a ce. remony he never omitted before meals, set him at liberty. All the band were outrageous against the brother of Socivizea, and one of his nephews carried his resentment so far, as to give him a blow; the indignant uncle drew a pistol, and killed the aggressor on the spot; Socivizca at the same time expelled his brother from the troop; and after performing the fu neral obsequies of his nephew, felt so great a degree of mortification, that he determined to pass the remainder of his days in retire But the habits of a long life are not so easily changed; after a short retreat, Socivizca suddenly resumed his system of hostilities against the Turks. Yet how instructive is the sequel of this extraordinary man's life! After as many massacres and robberies as would have outweighed the souls of a thousand men, he found himself in possession of no more than six hundred sequins; part of this sum he confided to a friend, and part to a cousin, both of whom absconded with their respective deposits. At length, in 1775, the Emperor Joseph 11. passing by Grazach, was desirous to see him; he had him brought into his presence, and made him repeat the chief events of his life; after which, besides making him a considerable present in money, he appointed him to the post of Anambassa of Fandours. THEODORE, KING OF CORSICA. THIS unhappy monarch, whose courage and enterprise had raised him to a throne, not by a succession of bloody acts, but by the free choice of an oppressed nation, for many years struggled with fortune, and left no means untried which indefatigable policy or solicitation of succours could attempt, to recover his crown; at length he chose for his retirement a country where he might enjoy the participation of that liberty, which he had so vainly endeavoured to secure to the Corsicans; but his situation in London by degrees grew wretched, and he was reduced so low, as to be several years before his death a prisoner for debt in the King's Bench. Theodore told a friend of his in London as an instance of the superstition of mankind that there was a very high mountain in Ce sica, which was carefully avoided from a long received opinion, that whoever ascended d would be unhappy and unsuccessful in all his future undertakings. Theodore, in order to convince them of the weakness of such a be lief, in spite of their remonstrances, insiste on climbing the fatal mountain; on the of which he found a beautiful plain, and great quantity of game, so tame that he coul take them with his hands. To the honour of some private persons. charitable contribution was set on foot for bi in 1753. And in 1757, at the expence of gentleman, a marble was erected to bis rue mory in the church-yard of St. Ann's, West minster, with the following inscription: Near this place is interred The King's Bench Prison, For the use of his creditors. The grave, great teacher, to a level brings Bon Mots. RING the time of the sanguinary war een the Gieonese and the Catalans, a galley, nging to the former was intercepted by Seet of the latter. The Admiral, who was an of ferocious disposition, ordered the ecrew to be thrown overboard in retaliaof some cruelty inflicted on his countryby the Geonese; and, adding insult to arbarity, he made each man kneel down e deck, and eat half a biscuit, saying as as he finished, now let him go and drink; hich he was thrown into the sea. One se poor fellows, whose spirits were not ed by the sight of twenty or thirty of omrades committed before him to a wagrave, on receiving his dole, observed to dmiral, "Your honour gives us a great more to drink than to eat, I perceive." unexpected piece of wit had such an upon the Admiral, that he ordereed the life to be spared, and put him on shore the remainder of the crew soon after. TAIRE, on hearing the name of Haller oned to him by an English traveller at y, burst forth into a violent panegyric him; his visitor told him that such was most disinterested, for that Haller means spoke so highly of him. "Well, importe," replied Voltaire, "perhaps both mistaken. n. Senior Wrangler, of a certain year, hot from the Senate House at Cam - went to the play at Drury-lane; it so med, that a certain great personage enthe same moment, on the other side house, but unobserved by the matheThe whole house testified their by a general rising and clapping of Our astonished academic instantly med, to the no small amusement of his friends, "Well, well, this is more than ted; how is it possible that these good should so soon have discovered that I Senior Wrangler!!!" CHARLES had appointed a day for with his chaplains; and it was underat this step was adopted as the least ble mode of putting an end to the It was Dr. South's turn to say the and whenever the king honoured his s with his presence, the prescribed formula ran thus: "God save the king, and bless the dinner." Our witty divine took the liberty of transposing the words, by saying, "God bless the king, and save the dinner." “And it shall be saved," said the monarch. Correspondence. TO THE EDITOR OF THE TICKLER MAGAZINE. MR. EDITOR,-I am one of those unaccountable beings who can wander down Bartholomew-lane without thinking of the fluctuations of the Stocks, and have actually perambulated upon 'Change without a single idea of business. I view with equal unconcern the low-priced articles ornamenting the shop-windows of our busy citizens, and the puff of the Lottery-office keeper: I am neither desirous of loading myself with bargains, nor of becoming suddenly rich with a 20,0007. But while I am thus unconcerned about matters which in general attract attention, I am possibly occupied with thoughts, which may, perhaps, be exclusively my own. Amongst other sources of solitary amusements, I not unfrequently employ myself in noticing the names of the different inhabitants of the streets through which I happen to pass, and sion associations far from unpleasant. I will my observations in this way frequently occagive you an example. I am in CI will take a few names at random, viz.: Butler, Scott, Fuulkner, Northoote. Here, in this Moore, Wilson, Johnson, Pope, Hutchinson, comparatively short street, we are furnished with the names of five of our best poets of the pher, of two eminent patriots, and of a dispast and present times, of our great lexiogratinguished artist. The mind is thus filled with a continued train of pleasant associations, and while we are thinking of our old friend Hudibras, his image gives place to that of the delightful author of Lalla Rookh-poetry makes way for patriotism, for who will say that he does not associate that quality with the name of Wilson? We then leave the ornaments of the present age for that which is past, and Johnson reminds us what a strong nind, impelled by perseverance, can accomplish. To Johnson succeeds Pope, and for the moment we forget the present time, for him who -e: --lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. But while dwelling with delight upon memory of the tuneful Bard of Twickenham the |