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.
The Inscription is :
You see old Scarlett's picture stand on hie,

Epitaph, written by Cowley, for himsol.
But at your feete there does his body lie;

The English by Mr. Addison.
His grave-stone doth his age and death-tyme

Hic, O Vialor, sub lare parulo,
show,
Price His office by theis tokens you may know,

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.
Hee had inter'd two queens* within this place, Non indecora pauperie nitens,

And this townes householders in his life's space Et non inerti nobilis otio,
Belle Twice over; but at length his one turn came, Vanoque dilectis popello
What he for others did, for him the same

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,
Epitaph intended by Mr. Prior for his Onn

Terra sit illa levis, precare.
Monument.

Hic sparge flores, sparge rosas breves,
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, Nam vita gaudet mortua floribus,
Matt alive and in health of his tomb-stone took Herbisque odoratis corona
care;

Vatis adhuc cinerem calentem.
For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention, “ From life's superfluous cares enlarg‘d,

His debt of human toil discharg'a,
Then take Matt's word for it, the sculptoris paid; Here Cowley lies ! beneath this shed,
That the figure is fiue, pray believe your own

To ev'ry worldly int'rest dead;
eye;

With decent poverty content,
Yet credit but lightly what more inay be said ;

His hours of ease not idly spent ;
For we latter ourselves, and leach marble to

To fortune's goods a foe profest,
lie,
Yel counting so far as to fifty his years,

And dating wealth by all carest.
His virtues and vices were as other men's are ;

"Tis true he's dead; for Oh! how small
High hopes be conceir'd, and he smother'd great A spot of earth is now his all;
fears,

Oh! wish that earth may lightly lay,
In a life party colour'd, half pleasure, half caro. And ev'ry care be far away;
Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave, Bring flowers; the short-liv'd roses bring,

He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree; To life deceas'd, fit offering :
la publick employments industrious and grave; And sweets around the poet strow,
But alone with his friends, Lord! how merry

Whilst yet with life his ashes glow."
was he!
Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, In Salisbury Cathedral, over the Figures of
Both fortunes he try'd, but to neither would

DEATH and a TRAVELLER. trust,

[about,

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.?

Death.
Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway,

Grastles galante in all thy luste and pryde,
So Matt may be kill'd, & his bone never found; Remember that thaw shalte gyve due;
False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,

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.

listened,

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

appeared

poniard.

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

Humour.
Detacruel Baron, then determined? what has his

malice at length invented ? Am I to be burled
from the casement of this tower, to dash from

TRAVELLING BY STEAM;
rock to rock, until I reach my grave-the

OR,
waves that wash its base? or has he still more
lingering Torments for me?" The Baron is

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!
named.--Heavens! was it possible i could it So, wench, that Country air may blow
be ber idolized Edmund they were going to Upon this fusty jacket,
ron? And how came her husband tbere? All To Margate by the packet."
passed over her thoughts, and she vajnly tried Quoth Mistress Plum—“La! I did dream
to recollect. “ Never," cried Edmund,“
ver will I consent--sooner would I cherish the And that we sail'd along by steam,

We for a ship were looking;
envenomed adder in my bosom, than see her
rest on his!-sooner would I suck the poison

Such as the patent Cooking.
with my lips, than see him steal a honied kiss La me! well Bridget strait shall come,
from hers! Consent! -No, no, ere my tongue

To Mistress Suds to hie her,

A VOYAGE TO THE MOON.

ne

And fetch my muslin dresses howe,

Not for a voyage to the moon,
My poplin from the dyer."

But for a trip to Margate."
Away went Mistress Plum, with speed,

All in a monstrous fidget;
And with as quick a step, indeed,

ON A COLD DAY.
Away ran humbler Bridget.

Ab! what a task it is to rise
And from his chair then Old Plum roso,

And leave th'inviting bed;
Thro' his long warehouse bustling;

When nippling frost spreads cold around,
And soon pullid up his Sunday clothes,

And snow hangs o'er your head.
And Mistress Plum her muslip.

And when at length the mighty work,
And now from Cripplegate, they bent

By valiant efforts done,
Their way thro' Cheapside flying,

Your tingling fingers soon announce
And thro' transcendant Thames-street went

Your woes but just begun.
To where the Yatcht was lying.

Now creeping to the parlour fire,
And flaunting now in streamers gay,

You shiv'ring take your seat;
Her liquid course she urges,

Crying the while your last you break
'Mid clouds of smoke pursues her way,

“ It is too cold to eat."
And grinds the saucy surges.

When breakfast's o'er-then what to do
The fishes flew the Lord knows where!

Alack! you cannot tell ;
Scar'd by the fearful motion;

It is too cold to walk abroad,
And clouds of fog that dimm'd the air,

'Tis colder to sit still.
And darken'd all the ocean.

The dinper-hour at length arrives,
And Mister Plum and his dear spouse,

With joy you hail the sound;
Whom nought but death could sunder,

In hopes 'twill make your stomach warn;
Open'd their eyes, compress'd their brows,

But cold e'en here is found;
And twirl'd their thumbs with wonder.

For should fat mutton be your fare,

You've scarce a mouthful eat,
Eight hours had pass'dmthe vessel sped
Swift tow'rds the destin d haven;

Before the rest with grief you see
And brandy arm'd the heart and head

Turn cold upon the plate.
Of every trembling Craven.

Thus on, till bed-time, you complain,
But fate, who loveth frequently

Expecling comfort there;
To deal in frightful frolic,

But 'twixt the sheets there's little warmth
Soon chang'd the universal glec

Allotted to your share.
To universal cholic.

For ah! your feet, by cold benumb'd,

Your waking thoughts employ;
While dance the crew in merry reel,

Or yet more cruel chilblains' twitch,
Reckless of care and evil,

Your last sweet hopes destroy.
Ad-d explosion rends the keel,

And sends it to the devil.
Aloft the shatter'd timbers fly,

A HOT DAY.
Whirling in rapid motion ;

WRITTEN IN A HOT DAY.
Dance a fandango in the sky,

What a plague's a summer's breakfast,
And fall again to ocean.

Eat whate'er you will;
But Mister Plum and his dear wife,

A roll is but a nasty thing,
Athwart the rudder striding,

Toast is pastier still.
Then how to pass the time away

Till dinner--there's the doubt;
You're hot if you stay in the house,

You're hot if you go out.
The dinner comes_Lord help us all;

Such frying, such a stew;
You're hot if you don't touch a bit,

You're hotter if you do.
Then after dinner what to do;

No knowing where to rove;
The gentlemen are hot below;

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;
For I wish not to rush pell-mell

Into an airy planet.
I bargain`d with the lubber loon,

Just opposite the Star-gale,

I COC

s' W. What thanks, great God, canst thou from me re

CURIOUS INSCRIPTION.
And now the hottlo comes again;
That's not the way to cool one;

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,

SOLUTION.
For supper, while it heats the cool,

Mr. EDITOR, -Supply the letter E.
Will never cool the hot.

Persevere, ye perfect men,
And bed, which cheers the cold man's heart

To preserve these precepts ten. N.
Helps not the hot a pin ;
For he who sweats when out bed,
Sweats ten times more within.

Miscellanies.

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.

4 -6 To rest assign'd--the bounty of my God.

3 - 2 1

-8
9 -2 10. -8
10 -3 6-
9.

10
Inscriptions.

4 -5

-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.

te,

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