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TICKL E R.
VOL. I. No. 2.]
LONDON, FRIDAY, JANUARY I, 1819.
Michael Angelo.-Solitude had many charms for him. Retired completely from
the world, he formed those sublime conQUEEN ANNE BOLEYN.-As Queen Anne, wife of Henry VIII., and Mother of Queen sculpture and painting. He said,
ceptions, which astonish mankind, in his Elizabeth, was going to be beheaded, in
paintthe Tower, seeing a gentleman there of the rival to share my affections.” He was ask
ing is a very jealous lady, who endures no King's Privy Chamber, she called him to ed, why he did not marry?—He said, her, and with a cheerful countenance, and a soul undaunted at approaching death,
painting is my wife, and my works are said to him, “Remember me to the King, with his great attachment to painting, used
children.” His father, not being pleased and tell him he is constant in advancing me to the greatest honors. From a private darling employment. One day he threw
to scold, when he saw him engaged in his Gentlewoman he made me a Marchioness; himself into a violent rage. The enthusiasfrom that degree he made me a Queen;
tic son, instead of saying a word, in anand now, because he can raise me no higher in this world, he is translating me to Hea
swer to the old man's reproaches, fixed his ren, to wear a crown of martyrdom in
eyes attentively upon him, and exclaimed,
• What an admirable subject for the pencil eternal glory.” THEP
is my father in this fine passion !” AND THE BRANDY BOTTLE.
MICHAEL CERVANTES SAAVEDRA.-He A certain Illustrious Personage, at no period of his life remarkable for abstinence, either gave a proof that his generosity was equal
to his genius. He was, in the early part of . in eating or drinking, was some years ago
his life, for some time, a slave in Algiers, on a visit at the mansion of the Earl of
and there he concerted a plan to free him. - The P--, upon whose favoured
self and thirteen fellow-sufferers. One of head those blooming honours had not at
thein traitorously betrayed the design, and Wiat time been showered down, which now sit so thick upon him, addressed himself they were all conveyed to the Dey of Alto one of the attendants in these words, - giers; and he promised them their lives
on condition they discovered the contriver "'Tis cursed cold bring me a glass of of the plot
. “1 am that person, Brandy.”—The order was obeyed, and claimed the intrepid Cervantes. Save within a few minutes afterwards the demand was repeated. “ 'Tis cursed cold,”
my companions, and let me perish.”. The said his R-IH -ss, “ bring me another Dey, siruck with his noble confession,
spared his life, allowed him to be ransomglass of brandy.” Singular as it may appear, it is nevertheless true, that a very This writer of an incomparable Romance,
ed, and permitted him to depart home. short period was suffered to elapse before another enquiry after the brandy bottle was replete with character, incident, pleasantry,
and humour, without any allay of vulgarity, made, from the same distinguished quar
obscenity, or irreligion, which is held in ter; but, to the astonishment of the as
admiration throughout the civilized world, sembled company, a reason, precisely the
starved in the midst of a high reputation, reverse of that before advanced, was now
and died in penury! assigned for repeating the call.- "'Tis
The TRAGEDY OF GEORGE BARNWELL, cursed hot,” exclaimed the P-, “ let ne
-When Mr. Ross performed the character have some more brandy!” Sheridan, who
of ‘George Barnwell,' in 1752, the son of was present, could not resist the tempta
an eminent merchant was so struck with tion which this whimsical proceeding pre
certain resemblances to his own perilous sented to his ever-brilliant fancy, ever-fertile imagination. The enlightened satirist Millwood, that his agitation brought on a
situation, (arising from the arts of a real took his pencil, and upon a slip of paper
dangerous illness, in the course of which produced the following extemporaneous
he confessed his error, was forgiven by his lines, which the P- himself united in be- father, and was furnished with the meansstowing the meed of approval to the sterling of repairing the pecuniary wrongs he had merit of.
privately done his employer. Mr. Ross 'Tis cars'd cold, the P exclaim'd, says" though I never knew his name, or
And still he plied the Rnmmer, saw him to my knowledge, I had for nine Till Swallow after Swallow came,
or ten years, at my benefit, a note sealed And brought the heat of Summer.
up with ten guinea3, and these wordsA
Here lies John Shore, Said a harsh Parish Overseer, rude and un
I say no more;
Who was alive feeling, To a pauper, for alms near thọ vestry appeal
In sixty-five. ing, “ Hence, wretch! mend your habits, nor dare
Here liez interr'd beneath these stones, this place haunt.”.
The beard, the flesh, and eke the bones, “Amendment (said Lazarus) both of us want;
Or Wrexham's Clerk, Old David Jones.
IN KINGSBRIDGE CHURCH-YARD.
On a man who was too poor to be buried with
his Relations in the Church. “ The instant,” cried Richard, “I find the sweet maid,
Here lie I, at the Chancel door, « On whose rosy-ting'd cheek is pure virtue
Here I lie, because I'm poor; display'd;
The further in the more to pay; " Who is free from all artful, coquetish vain
Here I lie, as warm as they! pride, “ That same moment I'll make the dear
ON SIR FRANCIS VERE, charmer, my bride." “ If till then," answered WILL,, “ you think
At Landulph, in Cornwall. fit to tarry, - You never, I scar, my dear fellow, will marry.” When Vere sought Death, arm'd with his
sword and shield,
Deathwas afraid to meet him in the field : It seems in all cases, as nature has plann'd,
But when his weapons he had laid aside, That names should with callings agree. There's Twining the Teaman, who lives in Death, like a coward, struck him, and he died.
the Strand, Would be---wining for want of his T.
In the Cathedral of Sienna, celebrated for its floor, inlaid with the History of the
New Testament, is the following singular Epitaphs.
Epitaph, probably placed there as a me
mento to Italian Toby Philpots.
1 could not behold the dawn of morning in a soHere lies my wife, and Heaven knows,
ber state. Even my bones are now thirsty. Not less.for minc, than her repose !
Stranger! sprinkle my grave with wine; empty the flaggons and come. Farewell Drinkers!”
'Twas purchas'd at his own expenses
And gives to neighbours no offence.
with laurel, the year before he died; as a
token of honour, and á presage of the
perennial fame of his poems.
PLACED OVER THE DOOR OF A
HERMITAGE. who came into England, not to bite us, like most of his countrymen,
By Mrs. HOWARD. but to gain an honest livelihood. He hunted not after fame,
Oh, Solitude, bless'd state of man below, yet acquired it :
Friend to our thought, and balm of all our regardless of the praise of his friends,
woe; but inost sensible of their love. Far from thronged cities my abode remove, Though he liv'd ainongst the Great, To realms of innocence, and peace, and love; he neither learn'd nor flattered any vice. That when the sable shades of death appear, He was no bigot,
And life's clear light no more these eyes shall though he doubted of nons of the 39
It's work may be fuláll’d, its prospects wony And, if to follow Nature, and to respect the laws of society,
By virtue measur'd, not a setting sun.
A Village in Norfolk.
When on this spot, affection's down-cast eye
When Friendship's breast no more shall beave In his old age he retir'd to the house of a clergyman in the country,
a sigh, where he finish'd his earthly race,
In kind remembrance of the dust below; and died an honour and an example to the Should the rado Soxton, digging noat this whole species.
A place of rest for others to prepare,
The vault beneath, to violate, presume,
May some opposing Christian cry, " For.
# Forbeär, rásh mortal, as thou hop'st to rest,
When death shall lodge thee in thy destin'd Ariosto, the poet, built himself a small bed, and plain house at Ferrara, and adjoining With ruthless spade, unkindly to molest to it was a little garden, where he usually
The peaceful slumbers of thò kindred walked and composed his verses. He was
dead !” asked why he did not build a more splendid residence, since he had so beautifully des
UNDER AN HOUR -GLASS, IN Å cribed in his “Orlando Furioso," many
GROTTO NEAR THE WATER. large palaces, fine porticos, and pleasant fountains ? His reply was, “It is much This babbling stream not uninstructive flows, more easy to collect words than stones.” In the front of his house was this inscrip
Nor idlý loiters to its distant main ; tion, which, though concise, well expressed Each flower it feeds that on its margin grows, the sentiments of contentment and inde Abd bids thee blush whose days are spent pendence :
in vain; Parsa sed apta mibi, sed nulli obnoxia, sed Nor void of motal, though unheeded, glides
Time's current, stealing on with silent Sodida, parta meo, sed tamen cere, domus.
haste; This Cot, both small and neht's design'd For lo ! each falling sand his folly chides; To speak its master's humble mind;
Who lets one precious momontrun to waste.
Maxims of cuisdom.
AGESILAUS. --This renowned King of HONOR'S BUT A WEIGHT. Sparta did honour to the rigid institutions of his country. Mean in person, but exalted in mind, he was successful in his
A LETTER of Sir THOS. HOPEFUL. public conduct, and amiable in private life. SIR,
When Agesilaus heard any persons I am a healthy hearty lad, of twelve praised or censured, he remarked, “that years old. A month ago I was a happy it was as necessary to know the characters one; now I am very miserable. I was of the speakers as the characters of those then “ Tom Hopeful,” gay as a lark, who were the subject of their opinions." ruddy as a milkmaid, and riding all day A friend asked him, how true glory was
long on the back of a little Welsh pony, that ate histles on the common;
I to be acquired. He answered, " by contempt of di ath.”
teased with no tasks, and perplexed with
no good manners. Now, I am When he was asked, if he was desirous
Thomas Hopeful, Baronet,” possessed of to hear a man famous for imitating the an estate of three thousand a-year : no potes of the nightingale, he declined the longer suffered to ride rough Bob after offer, saying, “I have heard the night- Squire Chase's hounds, nor to run wild on ingale herself.”
the common after the devices of my own He was asked, “ what ought children 10 heart. I have now a tutor and a Latin be taught?” His answer was, “they grammar, am made to wash my hands, ought to learn that which will be proper hold up my head, and behave like a genfor them to practise when they reach tleman; and all this misery I owe to a mature age.”---What is this, but the most fever, which carried off Sir Charles, ny concise and the most excellent description brother, who was a year and a half older that ever was given of a right education ?” than myself. He was broke into his
To a person applauding the happiness honors, and the cares of the world sat of the Persian King, who was very young, lightly on him. He had been confined at he said, “Priain was happy at his age.”
his mother's apron string ever since the Being once asked which virtue was su
death of our father, which happened six perior, Fortitude or Justice? he answered
years ago. To be sure the poor fellow were all men just, there would be no
never was healthy, and never had known occasion for fortitude.”
what it was to feel the fresh air ; as for “ Inform me," said a friend to him, “of balls, he had not an idea of either; and,
sliding on the ice, or playing with snow. the means to establish a high reputation."
suppose, I shall be debarred from these, His answer was, “Speak well, and act
now that I have succeeded to the weight better."
of his title. There is a little boy, four ANACHARSIS.-A coxcomb, who had
years younger than me, who would not nothing else to boast but his being a native mind being brought up in this gentleman | of Greece, viewing Auacharsis with eyes of like style. Would there be any harm in contempt, reproached him with the bar. persuading my mother to let him be Sir barous state of Scythia. “I confess,” said Thomas, and to suffer me to leave off Anacharsis, “I have some reason to be Latin and good manners ? I do not know ashamed of my country; but has your which I hate most of the two. country no reason to be ashamed of you ?” -This question of the philosopher is ap
Your unfortunate servant, plicable to those norrow-minded men who traduce foreigners, without examining
THOMAS HOPEFUL. their pretensions to notice and respect, and who are ignorant that virtue and merit are
Satire. not limited by degrees of longitude, but may be the fruits of every soil without dis.
To SIR HUDSON LOWE. tinction, from Russia to Peru. King Henry the Sixth, on being rebuked
Effare causam nominis for the meanness of his attire by the Earl
Utrum ne mores hoc tui of Warwick, is said to have replied, “ It
Nomen dedere, an nomen hoc becomes a King to excel his subjects in virtue, not in vesture.” What would our
Secuta morum regula. more glorious Regent have said?
anbeets since the ened
Sir Hudson Lowe, Sir Hudson Low,
Yet the leck is but robbed of the glare of (By namo, and, ah ! by nature so,),
its light. As thou art fond of persecutions,
Say thou Shakespeare of Fancy-men who Perhaps thou'st read, or heard repeated,
could resist, How Captain GULLIVER was treated,
The Fibber, the Touter, the Tight bit of When thrown among the Lilliputians.
The man who knew head-work, and whose They tied him down—these little men did
mutton fist, And, baving valiantly ascended
Could have tipp'd e'en a young rampant
Let seather-bed whelps without any discern-
In Fashion's gay rounds pass the best of And how the doughty manikins
their days, Amus'd themselves with sticking pins
Let Students and Poets in bowers of Learning, And necdles in the great mau's breeches;
Drawl out their existence and sing their And how some very little things,
Be ours the wild pleasure, be ours the bright
Which e'en when devoid of our day-lights
Or of boring a Customer down on the knee.
We're just like the Flowers that bloom in that
Blusbing on, blooming on, through the whole
soundly they're beaten.
And expands with delight as their strength
And we when the Claret bright, torrent-likc
Prove our worth by our Nobs being board.
like and gay
* Captain Barclay. + Caleb Baldwin,
seconds and betters of Randal. Gin. A Ab, Erin, be proud of the boy you have got,
peculiar blow that Randal has the power of
On hearing of a Bull's appearance on the
Royal Exchange, and of his being
dragged away at the Cart's tail,
or Bulls tco, I've heard that would range,
BY AN AMATEUR.
dies away ;
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