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TO WOMAN.

To gaze on thy maternal face, I love thee, Woman! yes, indeed,

To hear thy' gentle chiding,

To hide reproof in love's embrace, I love thee when thou art kind;

In thy soft heart confiding. But oh! how tenderly I love,

When virtue forms thy mind! For I have felt life's thorny woe,

But 'ere to-morrow's sun can shine,

Relentless death shall take thee;
And I have shar'd its charms;
Yet still the sweetest bliss I found,

And all the grace so lately thine,
Was, Woman, in thy arms.

Shall silently forsake thee. Beside the bed I've seen her sit,

But nothing lovelier will remain, An'l brave infection's rage,

To cheer

our drooping sight, And with her soul-subduing care

Which must not hope to meet again,
The suffører's pain assuage;

So warm and pure a sight.
And I have seen, when Fortune frown'd,
Of worldly cares opprest,

And there is one impassioned heart,
Her smile appease the troubled soul,

That shall thy loss deplore; And set the heart at rest.

That shall not see thy life depart,
Yet some will say that Woman's frail,

That ne'er shall see thee more!
And that men often rue
The day, when they unite themselves

But he shall not for ever grieve,
To what is so untrue;

Sorrow shall not possess him ; But I have heard a poet sing,

The buds of the rose shall bring relief, And I believe it all

Their smiling eyes shall bless him. « Domestic love's the only bliss «« That has surviv'd the fall."

And all the love he bore to the rose,

To her innocent buds shall be given;
Could spirits of bliss their wish disclose

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He'd receive the command from beaven. LINES ON THE DEATH OF NA

POLEON. He sleeps in the vale, near the brook and the willows,

THE VANITY OF WEALTH. The greatly-magnanimous first of the brave !

No more thus brooding o'er yon heap, In marking his bed 'mid the far distant bil

With Avarice painful vigils keep; bows,

Still unenjoy'd the present store, He look'd upon Europe unworthy his Still endless sighs are breath'd for more. grave.

O quit the shadow, catch the prize, He is gone! and as long as his urn* in the Which not all India's treasure buys!

To purchase Heaven, has gold the pow'r

? Is wash'd by the waters, high swelling and Can gold remove the mortal hour? wide,

In life, can love be bought with gold? Will the nations confess, with a mingled Are friendship's pleasures to be sold ? emotion,

No-all that's worth a wish, a thought, His glory, his WRONGS, and how calmly Fair virtue gives unbrib'd, unbought

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his died!

Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
T. Let nobler views engage thy mind.

With science tread the wondrous way,
Or learn the Muse's moral lay;

In social hours indulge thy soul,
ON THE DEATH OF THE WHITE

Where mirth and temperance mix the bowl ; ROSE,

To virtuous love resign thy breast, " Life's but a walking shadow !!! And be, by blessing beauty, blest.

SHAKSPEARE.

Thus taste the feast by nature spread,

Ere youth and all its joys are Red; Fair Rose, thou art the garden's pride, Come taste with me the balm of life, By thy young buds surrounded;

Secure from pomp, and wealth, and strife. Who fondly gather to thy side,

I boast whate'er for man was meant, With tenderness unbounded.

In health, and Stella, and content;

And scorn (O let that scorn be thine !) * St. Helena.

Mere things of clay that dig the mine

M.R.S.

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THE

TICKLER MAGAZINE .

No. 9. Vol. III.]

LONDON, SEPTEMBER 1, 1821.

[PRICE 6d.

Anerdotes.

customed, and instantly apply their nose to the examination of a new object. They seem to be very much directed by

the smell in the choice of their favourites: COW PER THE POET.--This amiable

to some persons, though they saw them and highly gifted man, (with other in- daily, they could never be reconciled, mates), kept three hares, whom he na and would even scream when they atmed Puss, Tiney, and Bess. Puss soon tempted to touch them; but a miller cogrew familiar, would leap into his pro- ming in engaged their affections at once: tector's lap, raise himself upon bis hin- his powdered coat had charms that were der feet, and bite the hair from his tem- irresistible.”—Mr. Cowper was of opiples. He would suffer himself to be ta nion that hares do not graze, but only ken up by his Master, carried about, and eat grass medicinally. Sow-thistle, danmore than once fell fast asleep in his arms. delion, and lettuce, are their favourite He was once ill for three days. During vegetables, especially lettuce. Fine which time his protector carefully nursed white sand is in great estimation with him. “ No creature” (says Cowper). them-supposed as a digestive: they de"could be more grateful than my patient vour it voraciously. Oats, and straw of after his recovery; a sentiment which he any kind, they are very fond of.-Bess most significantly expressed by licking died young; Tiney lived nine years;' my band; first the back of it, then the Puss eleven, dying of mere old age, apo' palm, then every finger separately, then parently without pain. between all the fingers, as if anxious to leave no part of it unsaluted-a ceremony which he never performed but once upon a similar occasion. He would in-. MRS. PILKINGTON, whose poetical vite me to the garden by drumming upon talents and frailties were, at one time of my knee, and by a look of such expres- day, the alternate theme of praise and sion as it was not possible to misinterpret. commiseration, tells us, in her Memoirs, If this rhetoric did not immediately suc that “from her earliest infancy she had a ceed, he would take the skirt of my coat strong disposition to letters;" but, her between his teeth, and pull at it with all eyes being weak, her mother would not his force." Tiney was of a reserved and permit her to look at a book, lestit should stern character, upon whom kind treat- affect them. As she did not place so high ment had not the least effect :-Bess too a value, however, on those lucid orbs as differed from both the others, being con- her mother, and as restraint only served fident and lively. “I describe these ani- to quicken her natural thirst for knowmals (says Cowper) as having each a cha- ledge, she availed herself of every opporracter of his own; and their countenances tunity that could gratify it; so that, at were so expressive of that character, five years old, she could read and even that when I look'd only on the face of ei- taste the beauties of some of the best ther, I immediately knew which it was. English poets. She continued in this These creatures have a singular sagacity manner to improve her mind by stealth, in discovering the minutest alteration that till she had accomplished her twelfth year, is made in the place to which they are ac- . when her brother, a little playful boy,

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brought her a slip of paper one day, A singular picture of German manners and desired her to write something on it,

appears in the following Anecdote :that would please him, on which she "A friend of mine received a note from wrote the following lines :

a lady of her acquaintance, proposing to
Oh, spotless paper, fair, and white ! come and pass the evening; but hap-
On thee by force constrain’d to write,
Is it not hard I should destroy

pening to expect, among other visitors, Thy purity to please a boy!

the two former husbands of this lady, Ungrateful I, thus to abuse

who had been twice divorced, out of reThe fairest servant of the Muse.

gard for her feelings, she wrote a feigned Dear friend, to whom l'oft impart excuse, begging her to postpone her visit

. The choice secrets of my heart, Ah! what atonement can be made

The divorced lady, however, immediFor spotless innocence betray'd ?

ately returned for answer, that she susHow fair, how lovely, didst thou shew,

pected the real ground of the excuse, Like lillied banks, or falling snow: and was grateful for my friend's consiBut now, alas! become my prey,

derate kindness; but she begged also to Not tears can wash thy stains away: assure her it was quite superfluous, and Yet, this small comfort I can give, that there would be no one in her party That what destroy'd shall make thee live.

that she should not have pleasure in The Rev. Mr. Pilkington, the spouse and meeting. She accordingly came, and poetical rival of this lady, having incur- broughỉ her present and third husband

, red the displeasure of Dr. Swift, Mrs.' to make a trio with her two former ones; Pilkington was resolved to exert the last and all parties spent the evening with feeble ray of her influence in favour of perfect content and cordiality. Mr. Pilkington, and, though far advanced in pregnancy, she waited on the Dean, who received her with coolness, but listened with patience to the long cata- Love of COUNTRY EXEMPLIFIED IN AN logue of virtues, which she ascribed to

IRISHMAN. her repentant husband; and, to sum up It is a circumstance well known in the all his good qualities in one, she assured neighbourhood of Terrarogh, that during his Reverence, that Mr. P. was the best the late rebellion, a man was tried and natured man in the world. “ If so," said condemned for disaffection; to whom the Dean, looking stedfastly in her face, it was offered to have his sentence of

go home, and let him father the bastard death changed into transportation, if
you now carry.”

he would make some discoveries. After
some consultation with his wife and

family, he sent for the officer of the HAGGART'S LEGERDEMAIN.

guard, and told him he was ready for David Haggart, who murdered the Dum- execution. “ We must all die, please fries turnkey, observed to a lady who your honour,” (said he, calmly) sooner travelled with him in the coach from

or later; for my part, thank God, I am Dumfries to Edinburgh, that the study sure of dying in the midst of my people

. and practice of legerdemain, and the Many a tear will be dropt, and many performance of surprising feats, formed song sung over me, and my children's his ruling passion. While discoursing children will talk of my wake and funeon this subject, he asked the lady what ral. But if I go into foreign parts

, had become of a beautiful ring which he though I save my life for a time, I must had observed on her finger when she en die at last, and die among strangers; tered the coach. She manifested much without one friend to close my eyes, concern for the loss. Haggart then in- to watch the morning-light, shining for formed a gentleman in the coach, that a the first time on my corpse." His wife

, certain quantity of silver which he had who was present wept, but confirmed lately received in change was no longer him in his resolution, and the next day in bis possession. To dispel their alarm, he was executed. the hapless trickster informed the gentleman in which of his (Haggart's) pockets he would find the money, and the lady's ring, himself not being able to reach them, owing to his arms being so closely pinioned !

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Ballads.

And now a lonely hut he built,

Amid that lov'd countree;
Whence looking through the linden shade

The convent he might see;
The mountain of Rolandseck, one of And station'd there from morning dawn,
the most picturesque scenes on the Rhine, Till evening purple shone,
takes its name from Roland, the nephew With hope upon hís pensive eye,

Still he sat alone.
of Charlemagne, who, according to the
tradition of the country, lived here in

« Still look'd he on the convent walls, melancholy seclusion. The history of his

Still hopeful did he look
love and constancy form the subject of a Upon the casement of his love,

Until the casement shook ;
very pretty ballad, by Schiller, of which
our author gives the following transla- Until her lovely form appear'd,

Until that face so dear,

With angel look, so still and mild,
ROLAND AND HILDEGONDA,

Bent o'er the valley near,
A BALLAD,

* And then he laid him joyful down,

And slept with solace sweet,
" " Sir Knight, a sister's truest love

Rejoicing when the morning beam
For thee this heart doth know;

Again his eye should greet;
Then ask, I pray, no other love,

And thus full many a day he sat,
It only wakes my woe.
Unmov'd I look upon thee, knight,

He sat through many a spring,
Unmoy'd I see thee fly,

Still listing, without plaint or pain,

To hear the casement kling.
I wis not why that gentle tear
Is glist'ning in thine eye"

Until that lovely form appear'd,
Her speech he heard with silent grief,

Until that face so dear,
And sore his heart did bleed;

With angel look so still, and mild,
Then quick he press'd her in his arms,

Bent o'er the valley near;
Then bounded on his steed-

And there one morning fix'd he sat,
Then summon'd he his brave men all

A pallid corpse upright;
That dwelt about the Rhine;

But to the casement turn'd he still
The cross upon each valiant breast,

His dim and clouded sight.
They sped to Palestine.
“There deeds of high renown were wrought
By every warrior's sword;

Blunders.
Their helmets' crests in battle gleam'd

Amidst the paynim horde-
And most at Roland's dreaded name,

Quail'd each Moslem chief;
But Roland's heart was fastly bound

IN a debate on the Leather-tax in 1795,
Within its chains of grief.

in the Irish House of Commons, the

Chancellor of the Exchequer, Sir John
A long long year his pain he bore, Parnell, observed, with great emphasis,

Tu all his joy was lost;
And refuge finding none from woe,

that in the prosecution of the present He left the armed host.

war, every man should give his last A ship well dight with ready sail

guinea, to protect the remainder. Mr. By Joppa's strand there lay,

Vandelure said, that however that might And he for that dear land embark'd

be, the tax on Leather would be severeIn which she breath'd the day.

ly felt by the bare-footed peasantry of And at her castle gate anon

Ireland. To which Sir Roach Bayle reLow the pilgrim knock’d,

plied, that this could be easily remedied, Ah! with a thunder's sound Was that gate unlock'd

by making the underneath of wood. "She whom thou scek'st now wears the veil,

And is bright Heaven's bride;
For yestermorn, with holy rites,
Was she to God allied."

A LADY, who was witnessing the ascent

of the Balloon, on the day of the Coro ' And then for ever he forsook

nation, being asked how she should His father's castle door

like to accompany Mr. Green, on his His armour never more he plied, He strode his steed no more.

aërial excursion, immediately made for Down from the Donjon rock he roam'd,

reply, “ I should not have the least obA stranger everywliere;

jection, provided Mr. G. did not land For now his noble limbs were hid

on water." In cloth of coarsest hair.

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A MAN, being tried in a court of justice A BISHOP of Amiens being applied to
for stealing a Goose; a witness came by a lady, for permission to wear rouge,
forward to swear, that he had known the replied---“ I can give you permission,
goose since the time it was a gosling; Madam, for one cheek only."
which an Irishman hearing, who was
going to be tried for stealing a Gun, got
one of his Countrymen to swear, that he
had known the Gun, ever since it was a

IRISH LEGACY. --- What will you
Pistol.

leave in your will?" asked a lady of an
Irish valetudinarian; to which he coolly
answered—“ Oh! the wide world, my

dear!”
A CLERGYMAN, a native of Devon-
shire, in a Sermon he was preaching at
a church in Yorkshire, quoted a passage
from Tertullian. After this quotation IN a country church, where it was the
was finished, he informed the congrega custom to separate the men from the
tion that Tertullian was a native of Car-

women, a clergyman, being interrupted thage, a city of Africa, built by Queen by loud talking, stopped short; when a Dido, a description of whom might be woman, eager for the honour of her sex, found in Virgil's Æneid; that Carthage arose and said_“ Your reverence, the was once no mean rival of Rome ; that

noise is not among us." “ So much the at the present time nothing remained of better,” answered the priest, “ it will be it except a few columns, which might be the sooner over." seen only when the sea' was low; and that one of these columns had lately been deposited in the British Museum, London, at which place any of his dear brethren

THERE was a poor blind man in Warmight view it, free of expence!!!

wickshire, who was accounted wondrous
cunning in prognosticating the weather.

So upon a day, Empsom, a great lawyer,
Bon Mots.

as he rode that way, said, in scom of
his cunning,

I pray now tell me, fa

ther, when does the sun change?" The RETORT.---A Scotch newspaper tells

chafed old man, that knew his corrupt the following anecdote of the celebrated

conscience, answered, “ when such a

wicked lawyer as you goeth to Heaven." advocate, Mr. John C***k. Mr. C. while limping down the High-street of Edinburgh, from the Court of Session, overheard a young lady whisper, rather

Character. too loudly, to a companion, “That's the famous John C***k, the lame lawyer." Upon which he turned round, and with his wonted force, perhaps a little of not

St. EVREMOND.-The following chaunwonted coarseness, exclaimed, “You

racter of St. Evreinond is drawn by himlie, ma'am! I am a lame man, but not

self:-I am a philosopher, as far remoa lame lawyer.”

ved from superstition as from impiety

; 2 voluptuary, who has not less abhorrence

for debauchery, than inclinationfor pleaTHE following anecdote of the same

sure; a man, who has never known want gentleman will show his readiness at

nor abundance. I occupy that station of reply. In pleading before the House of life which is despised by those who pasa Lords one day, he said, “ In plaan En

sess every thing; envied by those who glish, ma lords," upon which Lord Eldon have nothing, and only relished by those jocosely remarked, " In plain Scotch, you

who make their felicity consist in the ex, mean, Mr. C***k," and the prompt ad. ercise of their reason. Young I hated vocate instantly rejoined, “ Nae matter! dissipation; convinced that a man miast In plaan common sense, ma lord, and possess wealth

to provide for the comforts that's the same in a' languages."--His of a long life: old, I disliked economy, client lost nothing by the turn.

as I believe that we need not greatly

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