Does the silkworm expend her yellow labours To refine such a thing? keep his horse and men THE EVENING HOUR. By Mrs. Cromwell Baron Wilson. This is the hour when memory wakes Visions of joy that could not last ;This is the hour when fancy takes A survey of the past! She brings before the pensive mind The hallow'd scenes of earlier years; And friends who long have been consign'd To silence and to tears! The few we liked-the one we loved A sacred band! come stealing on; Friendships that now, in death are hush'd; Few watch the fading gleams of day, This is the hour when fancy wreathes Zoology. MUSICAL DOG. A large water Spaniel (says Professor Hietel, in a late number of the Biblo theque Universelle), belonging to one of our friends, whose residence is very near our own, appears to be in general quite indifferent to music, both vocal and instrumental; but if you sing or play to him a certain air, an old romance L'ane de notra moulin est mort, la pauvre bete, &c. which is a lamentable ditty, in the minor key, the dog begins by looking at you very pitifully, then he gapes repeatedly, shewing signs of impatience and uneasiness; lastly, he sits upright on his hinder legs, and begins to howl louder and louder, so that he can no longer hear the voice of the person who sings to the sound of the instrument.-Trials having been made, by beginning the experiment with other airs, and falling without making any pause, into the romance in question; the dog does not seem to perceive the singing till you come to the air which he cannot endure, and to which he has not been able to accustom himself. He then manifests without exception or variation, the series of actions we have just described, and of which many persons have been witnesses; for this feat has been, and still is, the object of the curiosity of all those who have heard it spoken of. SAGACITY OF A DOG. A farmer near Albany (in America) was lately attacked with insanity, and, in a fit of this dreadful malady, attempted to put an end to his existence. Every precaution to prevent such a catastrophe was adopted by his afflicted family; but one morning he escaped from the house, taking with him a razor. His relations used every effort to discover him, but in vain. The dog of the unfortunate man quitted the house shortly after his master, and remained absent. This circumstance was regarded as a certain proof that the master was dead, and that the dog had remained by the body. At night, to the surprise and joy of the family, the two fugitives returned. The man, whose fit of insanity had left him, stated, that he was joined by his dog at the moment when he was about to cut his throat, when the faithful animal caught hold of his arm and prevented it. The same thing was repeated several times with success, and towards night, when his mental derangement had completely left him, the grateful master caressed his dog, and returned with him to cheer his desponding family. (Gazette de France.) THE CAMELION does not change its colour, as is vulgarly reported. The truth is, this animal has a very smooth polished skin, it therefore, in some sort like a looking glass, reflects from its body the colour of the substance it is upon; nor does it live only on air, several very small flies and minute insects having been found in the stomachs of these creatures upon dissection. The SALAMANDER does not live in fire, nor can it bear more heat than other animals. (See Keysler's Travels.) The LIZARD is not friendly to man in particular; much less does it awaken him on the approach of a serpent, as Erasmus asserts. (See Hughes's Barbadoes, and Brook's Nat. Hist. The TIGER, instead of being the swiftest beast, is a remarkably sluggish animal. The PORCUPINE does not shoot his quills to annoy his enemy, but sheds them annually, as birds do their feathers. He has a muscular skin, and can shake off the loose quills at the time of moulting. (See Hughes's Travels.) The JACKALL, commonly called the Lion's Provider, has no connection with the Lion. He is a kind of Fox, and is hunted in the East as the Fox is in England, &c. (See Shaw, Sandys, &c.) The BIRD OF PARADISE is asserted by Scaliger, Erer. 228, sect. 2, to have no legs; and is so pictured by Gessner, the German Pliny, p. 297. But it is a bird of prey, and provided with legs, feet, and talons, strong in proportion to its size. The eye of a BIRD is not more agile than that of another animal, though the sight is quicker. On the contrary, the eyes of birds are immoveable, as are those of most animals and insects of the quickest sight. (See the British Zoology, &c.) London: Printed and Published for the Proprietors by G. MORGAN, 42, Holywell Street, Strand.-May be had also of SHERWOOD, NEELY, and JONES, Paternoster-row; SIMPKIN and MARSHALL, Stationers'-court; and of all other Book sellers. THE TICKLER MAGAZINE. No. 2. VOL. III.] LONDON, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 1821. Anecdotes. AS a press-gang, during the late war, was patrolling round Smithfield, they laid hold of a man tolerably well dressed, who pleaded that, being a gentleman, he was not liable to be impressed.--"Haul him along!" cries one of the tars," he is the very man we want; we press a d----d number of blackguards, and are cursedly at a loss for a gentleman to teach them good manners." A Patriotic candidate applied to a THE late Dr. Roger Long, the famous astronomer, walking one dark evening with Mr. Bonfoy, in Cambridge, and the latter coming to a short post fixed in the pavement, which in the earnestness of conversation he took to be a boy standing in his way, said, hastily, "Get out of my way, boy?" "That boy," said the doctor, very calmly, "is a post-boy, -- [PRICE 6d great wit and drollery, was observing, at THE extreme activity and hardiness of Sir, who never turns out of his way for action, made his appearance, and any body." bluntly demanded the reason of such a proceeding. Charles squeezing in his lip, as was his usual way, coolly reBISHOP Thomas, who was a man of plied, that he took the horse because ke D wanted one: "For you see," continued he, "if I could not have got one, I must have still carried my saddle myself." This answer not satisfying the gentleman, he instantly drew; and, the king following his example, a rencounter ensued. Some noblemen arriving at this critical juncture, expressed their astonishment at seeing a subject in arms against his lawful sovereign, and soon terminated the contest. The gentleman, as may be easily conceived, was greatly shocked at such an explanation; his confusion, however, was presently dissipated by the king; who, taking him by the hand, called him a brave fellow, and assured him that he should be handsomely provided for. He was not worse than his word, for the gentleman was soon after promoted to a considerable post in the army. LOUIS XIV. who loved a concise style, met on the road, as he was travelling into the country, a priest who was riding post; and, ordering him to stop, asked hastily "Whence come you? Where are you going? --- What do you want?" The other, who perfectly well knew the king's disposition, instantly replied "From Bruges to Paris- ---a --9 benefice!" "You shall have it?" replied the king; and, in a few days, `presented him to a valuable living. A Jew once came to the Court of King's Bench to justify a bail for 18001. when, on the usual questions being asked him---If he was worth 18001. and all debts paid, he replied-" My lords! upon my vord, dis is a very great shum; and, as I am really not vort de half, I vill not justify, my lords, for it; but, as de attorney here did give me a 201. banknote to justify, wat vod your lordships have me do vid the monies?" The Earl of Mansfield, who seemed struck with the answer, immediately replied --"You are an honest Jew, and I would advise you by all means to keep the note!" which Mordecai Israel accordingly did, and, as his lordship was going out of court, the Israelite, with many bows and scrapes, said, "I humbly tauk your lordship, for you are the first who ever called me an honest Jew." AN honest industrious peasant, in Pi cardy, being observed to purchase weekly five loaves, was asked, what occasion he could possibly have for so much bread. One," replied the honest fellow, "I take myself, one I throw away, one I return, and the other two I lend."--"How do you make this out?" said his neighbour. « Why," returned the farmer," the one which I take myself, is for my own use; the second, which I throw away, is for my mother-in-law; the loaf I return, is for my father; and the other two, which I lend, are those with which I keep my two children, in hopes that they will one day return them to me." SINGULAR PROWESS OF A WOMAN.---Madame the Countess de Saint Balmont, descended of a very good family in Lorrain, had joined to the fierceness of a military man the modesty of a Christian woman. The small-pox had spoiled a little her beauty; but this extraordinary woman was much pleased in being marked with it, saying she should thereby be more manlike; and, indeed, she seemed to have a natural propensity to indulge herself in manly exercises. The Count de Saint Balmont, whom she had married, was no way inferior to her in birth or merit. They lived together in perfect union. The Count having been obliged to attend the Duke of Lorrain in his wars, Madame de Saint Balmont, during his absence, thought proper to live retired in the country. An officer of cavalry had taken up his quarters on her estate, she with great politeness sent to remonand had been guilty of several excesses: strate to him on his behaviour, which he being regardless of, compelled her to the resolution of bringing him to reason. She wrote a billet to him, which she signed, "Le Chevalier de Saint Balmont." By it she acquainted him that the ill-treatment her sister-in-law had received from him, obliged her to demand satisfaction of him, and that she was desirous of seeing him with sword in hand. The officer accepted the challenge, and repaired to the appointed place. The Countess waited his coming, in man's apparel. They fought, she had the advantage over him, and after having disarmed him, gallantly said, "You believe, Sir, you have been fight ing the Chevalier de Saint Balmont, but it is Madame de Saint Balmont that returns you your sword, and wishes for the future you would have more consideration for the request of ladies."After these words, she left him covered with shame. He immediately absented himself, and was never after seen in that country. WHEN Zoffany, the portrait-painter, commenced his first picture of the Royal Family, there were ten children. He made his sketch accordingly, and having attended two or three times, went on with finishing the figures. Various circumstances prevented him from proceeding. His Majesty was engaged in business of more consequence; her Majesty was engaged; some of the The completion Princes were unwell. of the picture was consequently delayed, when a messenger came to inform the artist that another Prince was born, and must be introduced into the picture. This was not easy, but it was done with some difficulty. All this took up much time, when a second messenger arrived to announce the birth of a Princess, and to acquaint him that the illustrious stranger must have a place on the canvas. This was impossible without a new arrangement: one-half of the figures were therefore obliterated, in order that the grouping might be closer, to make room. To do this was the business of some months; and, before it was finished, a letter came from one of the maids of honour, informing the painter that there was another addition to the family, for whom a place must be found. This," cried the artist, "is too much; if they cannot sit with more regularity, I cannot paint with more expedition, and must give it up." .66 Ballad. MARY AND CONNAL. A Ballad by Miss T. "Where is my love?" pale Mary cried, Her tender brain distraught with sorrow; "Where is my love? so late the pride, So late the blooming pride of Yarrow? Tell him my fond, my aching heart, To him was true, was constant ever, cover; And memory refuse to trace The features of my injur'd lover. Ah, me! is that the blooming cheek, Where youth and beauty late were blowing? Is that the eye which shone so meek? The lip from which soft sounds were flowing? Oh yet if near this fatal tide, Too kind and too deserving lover; If here, where truth, where honour died, Thy gentle spirit loves to hover; To Mary's agonizing heart, With tenderness and sorrow breaking, Guide, quickly guide thy icy dart, Which death is yet at distance shaking. And at this spot, ye weeping fair, Sweet flow'rs, and sweeter tears bestowing; Still dread your first vows to forswear, The kindly tear refus'd to flow, Nor longer did the maiden languish ; Beside her lover, cold and low, She sunk at once, oppress'd with anguish. There, on her Connal's early grave, Blunders. THE following phraseology is common in all books of the peerage, yet it might for a bull in that of Ireland, "Heirpass Apparent---none!" How can there be nothing of what is apparent? A more ludicrous entry appears in one of our annual records of events. In the summary of the deaths, one person appeared to have been killed by a cow; and the same form being observed the next year, when no such accident had taken place, |