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to May baply be never fulfill'd by his beir.
Epttaph on old SOARLETT the Sexton, in Peter If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air,
borough Cathedral. Above the Epitaph is his To fate we must yield, and the thing is the ON Pieture: He is représented holding the Keys same; of the Cathedral in one hand, a Shovel in
And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear, the other, a Skull and Mutlock under his Feet.
He cares not yet pr’ythee be kind to his fame.
Epitaph, written by Cowley, for himsol.
The English by Mr. Addison.
Hic, O Vialor, sub lare parulo,
Couleius hic est conditus, hic jacet că de Secoud to uone for strength and sturdye limb,
Defunctus huinani laboris his A scarba be mighty voice, and visage grim.
Sorte, supervacueque vita.
And this townes householders in his life's space Et non inerti nobilis otio,
Divitiis animosus hostis. en dabei ist Was done: No doubt his soule does live for aye
Possis ut illum dicere mortuum, la beaven, tho' were his body clad in clay.
·En terra jam nunc quantula sufficit!
Exempta fit curis, Viator,
Terra sit illa levis, precare.
Hic sparge flores, sparge rosas breves,
Vatis adhuc cinerem calentem.
His debt of human toil discharg'a,
To ev'ry worldly int'rest dead;
With decent poverty content,
His hours of ease not idly spent ;
To fortune's goods a foe profest,
And dating wealth by all carest.
"Tis true he's dead; for Oh! how small
Oh! wish that earth may lightly lay,
He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree; To life deceas'd, fit offering :
Whilst yet with life his ashes glow."
DEATH and a TRAVELLER. trust,
Traveller. And whirl'd in the round, as the wheel turn'd Alasse, death, alasse a blessful thing that were, He found riches had wings, and knew man was Yf thou wolldyst spare us in our lustyness but dust.
And cụm to wretches that be fos of hevy chero, This verse, little polish d, tho' mighty sincere, When that ye clere to slake their dystresse;
Sets neither his titles por merits to view : It says, that bis relicks collected lie here,
Crewelly wenith the seygh wayle and wepe, And no mortal yet knows too if this may be
To close there yen that after ye doth clepe. true.?
Grastles galante in all thy luste and pryde,
Death shold fro thy body thy fowle deryde, 80 Matt may yet chance to be hang'd or be Thou mayst not hym escape certaynly: drown'd.
To ye dede bodyes cast down thyne ye, Queen Catharine, and Mary, Queen of Scots,
Be holde thayne well considero and see, Erwards removed to Westminster.
For such thay ar, such shalt yow be.
EPItapu for Himselr, by Mr. Pope.
dering elements, the raven's shrieks alone Fere Under this marble, or under this fill,
heard, and to her startled ear they sounded i fri Or under this turf, or e'en what they will;
like the shrieks of death. She prest ber burnWhatever an heir, or a friend in his stead,
ing forehead, and leaving the tremendous
forest, rushed wildly over a drawbridge, swift the Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head, as her feet would bear her. The place sbe Lics one who ne'er car'd, & still cares not a pin, entered was an ancient desolated hall
, where What they said, or may say, of the mortal within :
many a tattered trophy hung around, which But, who living and dying, serene still and free,
Alapped with solemn murmuring to and fro, as Trusts in God that as well as he was he shall be.
the winds whistled through the broken casements. She stopped for breath, and, tren
bling, turned her eyes to see if still the assassin.05 On the Monument of the EARL of ARGYLE,
followed but all was dark. Scarce knowing who was beheaded June 30, 1685, in the Grey how to act, she leaned against a mutilated Friers, Edinburgh. Written by himself. pillar, and clung, like the ivy's tendrils
, round Thou passenger, that shalt have so much time, it for support. Awhile the thunder ceased, To view my grave, and ask what was my crime; sinking on her knees, her lips breathed holy
but still the rain poured down in torrentsNo stain of error, no black vice's brand, Was that which chased me from my native land,
wishes, and she addressed herself to Heaven;
but soon again the thunders rolled, and as the Love to my country, twice sentenc'd to die, lightnings darted round, once more she saw Constraind my hands forgotten arms to try.
the ruffian whom she dreaded :-ulteringa con i More by friends' frauds my fall proceeded hath,
vulsive cry, which fortunately was buried in Than foes; tho' now they thrice decreed uny death.
the raging of the tempest, she clung still On my attempt, tho' Providence did frown,
nearer to the pillar, and scarcely dared to
breathe- her eyes were fixed upon him ; at ing His oppress'd people God at length shall own. tervals the flashes made him visible--he ade Another hand, by more successful speed, vanced--again--still nearer-she now heard Shall raise the remnant, bruise the serpent's head. his footsteps--- he was within a stride of where Tho' my head fall, that is no tragick story,
she lay~in suspensive agony she watched Since going hence, I enter endless glory.
he was opposite' her, muttering soine words of dark intent-another flash, more vivid than
the rest, glanced o'er a dagger which he held; A SCOTCH EPITAPA.
it met her eye, and she sank insensible on the Here fast a sleep lies Saunders Scott,
pavement. Lang may he snort and snore;
When Ellen awoke to feeling, the stort His brains are now in Gorman's pot,
fiend howled no more, the thunder's bursts
were hushed, and the feeble moon That us'd to strut the streets before.
attempting to break through the heavy clouds The He liv'd a lude and tastrel life,
that still encompassed and almost concealed For gude he nae regarded,
her. The hapless lady looked around, but ng His perjur'd clack rais'd mickle strife, forbidding object met her sight. She pressed For whilk belike he'll be rewarded.
her beating heart, and tried to recollect her
self, but her thoughts were all confused. 4 de III temper'd loon that us'd to snort,
* Oh! what a night have 1 encountered," she When ilk his neighbours fell in trouble, exclaimed. A groan was heard in answer, and His gybes do pow lie in the dirt,
she started up-it seemed, though distant, to To satisfy his brethren double:
come from an unfortunate-ano her followed
, The bread of life was offer‘d him,
and then some words, which she could not
perfectly distinguish, though their import was For to abate his evil;
of murder.--She heaved a shuddering, sigh, But he refus'd, and sae he's dead;
and the warın blood icicled in her veins Wha kens but now he's wi' the devil.
And now at the extremity of the hall
, there But syne he's gane, I'll say nae uair, beamed a glimmering light-she looked In Abram's boson may he waken,
man, whose eyes scowled cruelty and malice
from beneath his bushy eye brows, bore it, and But gin he meet with sic gude fare.
in the other hand he grasped a There's mair than ane will be mistaken.
Again she looked and beheld, oh heaven! the wretch who had traced her through the forest
, and caused her terrors--he spoke, she eagerly Frayment.
and faintly caught these words - The storni is over, and dost thou still trem.
ble, Maurice: Art thon still afraid, dastard?" THE WIFE.
~" But to stab him!” muttered the other THE storin still raged, and Ellen's heart still and Elen's brain throbbed. beat with terror.--In the pauses of the thun. he slec.." They jāuel, and gazed 1.pon
And why pot
2, in she still continued on, nor stopped till she had Maurice, who at that moment plunged his of norder? Where was she? Who was the Ba. To-morrow, you and I will go
Tennised each other; the one who bore the lamp seemed utters such a word, may lightnings blister med en tu shudder, for it trembled in his hand. it!"_“You have prononnced your doom,” 1. 15* * Sleeps?" murmured he. " Aye, soundly exclaimed the sarage.-- Yet," said Edmund, TE 2 7 100,"_" And in such a night as this, Irwan. “spare, oh! spare my boy, my son, my Henry?" rera az Oh God! oh God! when shall I sleep?"
-Elen stopt no longer-Henry! that naine s be Thou fool?_Elen heard po more; for
was madness! Her son there too! She ran, cover they had crossed the hall, and unbarring a
and found herself in her startled husband's brez ponderous door, they slowly ascended some arıns, who pressed her fondly to him, while Footsteps
, which apparently led to the upper apart- the big tears trickled from his eyes upon her og 2 meats
, and disappeared. Again her thoughts bosom, * Tear them asunder," cried Mauof best were ebaos.--"Stab him while he sleeps!" rice. “ No, never," shrieked Ellen. “ Here, s stilist kohe eried. “Oh God!" A sudden thought here in my Edmund's heart have I lived, here ark. Sa gleamed upon her brain, and quick as her will I grow, and when you pierce his breast, aces i trembling legs would carry her, she followed mine too shall bleed." " Irwan, what must e * the murderers ' track. Passing the heavy por- be done?” asked Maurice.
s There is no che dasz tal
, she listened, but heard them not--wildly time to consider," replied Irwan, " our deeds 1 dimp sahe rushed on; the winding steps flew beneath must be instantaneous this, this," continued er lige fra her; she ascended an immense hcight, in
he, “ shall effect it."--Ellen gazed, and saw d besa i s pitchy darkness, fearful every moment, in her her child in the tell monster's gripe her head len pile u kaste, of dashing down some broken chasm. whirled round, and madness raged within. Eledi-testones, of which the tower (for such appeared in hollow, chilling sounds, to dash against
the Core * At length a light glimmered on the rugged The casement was thrown open, and the
waves, swelled by the late storm, were heard, ateir what she was Dels formed, and presently she beheld those whoin tower. Already had Irwan raised the boy, who 1 sare, she pursued. Slackening her pace, she breath- crying, stretched his little arms for safety to his id up ed awhile, though still keeping them in view. mother.--Already he appeared to cast him
deeming to have gained the height, they from him, when, regardless of every other lie, forced
open an iron door, and entered. Res she darted from her husband's side, snatched gardless of her dauger
, for the events of the her Henry, from his threatened death, and, more e might had followed in such quick succession, sinking with him to the ground, was raising her
they had nearly unthroned her reason) eyes towards her Gød, when they encouniered pada also reached the entrance
. Beyond appeared dagger in her husband's heart!' Uttering a is a dismal prison, and in a niche, some one
dreadtul piercing shriek, she awoke--finding stretched on straw, in slumber-no doubt the herself encircled in her beloved Edmund's into murderers
' victim. Not daring to advance arms, while her sweet boy lay calmly slumfurther, she saw but imperfectly, though un- bering by her. Her joy was unutterablemima derstanding that their intention was to minder printing a kiss upon his rosy cheek, and enwhile he slept, she was surprized to hear Mai folding her liusband still closer to her heart, rice, as his companion nained liim, awake she breathed a silent, grateful prayer to stranger.
“ Are ye then come?" in feeble Heaven, that 'twas but a-Dream. she was accents bc exclaimed. She thought she knew to the sounds, but remembrance told her not al whose they were. “And has the curst, the
malice at length invented ? Am I to be burled
TRAVELLING BY STEAM;
Old Plum one morning scratch'd his pate, merciful, you may still live," cried Ellen's
And quoth to Jane, bis spousey, persecutor, but on this condition-consent to
• Dwelling whole years in Cripplegate, let the Baron possess your wife, the beauteous and Ellen started, for herself was
Makes one feel fat and frousy!
We for a ship were looking;
Such as the patent Cooking.
To Mistress Suds to hie her,
A VOYAGE TO THE MOON.
And fetch my muslin dresses howe,
Not for a voyage to the moon,
But for a trip to Margate."
All in a monstrous fidget;
ON A COLD DAY.
Ab! what a task it is to rise
And leave th'inviting bed;
When nippling frost spreads cold around,
And snow hangs o'er your head.
And when at length the mighty work,
By valiant efforts done,
Your tingling fingers soon announce
Your woes but just begun.
Now creeping to the parlour fire,
You shiv'ring take your seat;
Crying the while your last you break
“ It is too cold to eat."
When breakfast's o'er-then what to do
Alack! you cannot tell ;
It is too cold to walk abroad,
'Tis colder to sit still.
The dinper-hour at length arrives,
With joy you hail the sound;
In hopes 'twill make your stomach warn;
But cold e'en here is found;
For should fat mutton be your fare,
You've scarce a mouthful eat,
Before the rest with grief you see
Turn cold upon the plate.
Thus on, till bed-time, you complain,
Expecling comfort there;
But 'twixt the sheets there's little warmth
Allotted to your share.
For ah! your feet, by cold benumb'd,
Your waking thoughts employ;
Or yet more cruel chilblains' twitch,
Your last sweet hopes destroy.
And sends it to the devil.
A HOT DAY.
WRITTEN IN A HOT DAY.
What a plague's a summer's breakfast,
Eat whate'er you will;
A roll is but a nasty thing,
Toast is pastier still.
Till dinner--there's the doubt;
You're hot if you go out.
Such frying, such a stew;
You're hotter if you do.
No knowing where to rove;
The ladies hot above.
Struggled most gallantly for life
Upon the billows riding. Then quoth this frighted citizen,
“ This may be good intention, But you'll not catch poor Plum again
In your dad steam invention. A simple ship will please me well,
With simple men to man it;
Into an airy planet.
Just opposite the Star-gale,
s' W. What thanks, great God, canst thou from me re
In a country church in the West of England,
the following Inscription was placed over the Tea makes an empty stomach bot,
Communion Table, and puzzled the inhabitants And hotter still a full one.
and visitors near a century. But then, an evening walk's the thing ;
Prsos y prict mn, 39 78 Not if you're hot before;
To prsryths prcpts to. For he who sweats when he sits still,
If you have any (Edipus, Mr. Editor, amongst Will, when he moves, sweat more.
your Corresondents, shall be glad to hear his solution.
T. N. er your d' And now the supper comes again, To make bad worse, I wot,
Mr. EDITOR, -Supply the letter E.
Persevere, ye perfect men,
To preserve these precepts ten. N.
To the Editor of the Tickler Magazine. Impromptus.
SIR :-The man who wrote the following curious Letter, which is of undoubted authen
ticity, had long been suspected of giving treaOn seeing a Child cutting her tecth in great sonable information to the enemy; in consepain whilst I rus losing one.
quence of which, Government set a spy over
him, by whose exertions the Letter, directed Though tortur'd in a different way, to a house in Paris, was intercepted. At first How well our fates agree.
they imagined they had hit on the wrong per Louisa cuts her teeth you say,
son, but a few days afterwards, a second Let
ter was stopt from the same hand, bearing the And mine are cutting me.
same address, and containing only the figures as under. This was soon discovered to be a
key to the former; the writer was, therefore, og On Recovery from a Scene of Sickness and apprebended, and kept in close confinement, Affliction.
till, at the earnest intercession of his friends, TO thee, O God! before whose thrope I bow,
he was suffered to leave the Country, under a
promise of not returning during the war. The grateful tribute of my thanks I owe;
« Dear Friend:-As I find there is an opTo thee alone, and thy protecting care, replet Who sav'd my life, and snatch'd me from despair. daughter Mary, who was seventeen last week,
portunity, I wrote to say how we are. My
has an offer; the man is a Sail-maker, honest ceive?
and industrious; he is very sober, and is af What thanks can I, unworthy, fitly give ? respectable family. As to the trade, we do
not object, since workmen in that Line are Ob let my future days inore clearly shew, .
sure of employment. My wife has been alThe grateful tribute that to thee I owe.
most ready to go distracted with pain at her Guide me, all gracious Being, with thy grace, head. After suffering for some days, she Protect me still, and keep my soul in peace; Spit blood, which greatly relieved her Head; The talent that in trust to me is giv'n,
then again became affected, and How long her Let me improve, to guide my soul to heav'ı:
illness may continue, heaven knows. Any
commands you may have to execute, will be That when th' expiring lamp of life is out,
carefully attended to by your's, I may not feel one anxious, careful doubt,
TRULY. But take my flight to that all-blest abode,
4 -6 To rest assign'd--the bounty of my God.
3 - 2 1
-11 Your clever readers will perceive that the
first Column of figures is to denote the word, For a Statue of Cupid.
and the second column the lines. In order to Who'er thou art, thy master see;
assist those whose are not quite so brilliant, I He was, or is, or is to be.
have put the emphatical words in Italics.