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Alone and sad, ordain'd to trace

On KING ARTHUR's Round Table at
The vast expanse of endless space;

To view, upon the mountain's height,
Through varied shades of glimm’ring light, Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears
The distant landscapes fade away,

Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss
In the last gleam of parting day:

And scatter'd finty fragrants, clad in moss,

On yonder steep in naked state appears :
Or, on the quiv’ring lucid stream,
To watch the pale moon's silv'ry beam ;

High-hung remains, the pride of warlike

years, Or, when jo sad and plaintive strains,

OldArthur's board: on the capacious round The mournful Philomel complains,

Some British pen has sketch'd the names In dulcet potes bewails ber fate,

renown'd, And murmurs for ber absent mate:

In marks obscure, of his immortal peers. Inspir'd hy sympathy divine,

Tho' join'd by magic skill, with many : I'll weep her woes, for they are mine.

rhyme, Driven by my fate, where'er I go,

The Druid frame unhonor'd falls a prey O'er burning plaius, or bills of snow;

To the slow vengeance of the wizard Time,

And fade the British characters away;
Or, on the boson of the wave,
The bowling tempest dooin'd to brave,

Yet Spenser's page, that chants in verse

sublime Where'er my lovely course 1 bend,

Those chiefs, shall live unconscious of
Thy image shall my steps attend;

Each object I am doom'd to see,
Shall bid remembrance picture thee.
Yes, I shall view thee in each flow'r,

That changes with the transient hour;
Thy wandering fancy I shall find,

'Tis night, and darkness reigns around;

Now solemn stillness all,
Borne on the wings of every wind;
Thy wild impetuous passions trace

Save where yon water-fall,
O'er the white waves tempestuous space ;

Or those wind-shaken poplars sound. In every changing season prove,

'Tis then methinks of those dread sprites, An emblem of tby way’ring love.

Of which in ballad old

Such horrid tales were told;

Methinks I see those goblin sights, FROM "THE STORY OF RIMINI,” Which make your blood flow coldly chill, BY LEIGH HUNT.

Your cheek the color fly,

Your heart within you die,
The Opening of the Poem.

Your breast with trembling horror fill

. The sun is up, and 'tis a morn of May,

Vain thoughts, no more ye'll fill my breast, Round old Ravenna's clear-shewn towers

Vain, empty thoughts, depart; and bay, A morn the loveliest which the year bas No more ye'll rob me of my rest.

No more ye'll rack my heart,
Last of the spring, yet fresh with all its

For a warm eve, and gentle rains at night,
Have left a sparkling welcome for the light,
And there's a chrystal clearness all about

The leaves are sharp, the distant hills look

From Lord Byron's ner Tragedy, out; A balmy briskness comes upon the breeze; It is consistency, which forms and profes The smoak goes dancing from the cottage it: trees;

Vice cannot fix, and virtue cannot change, And when you listen, you may hear a coil The once-fallen woman must for ever fall; Of bubbling springs about the grassy soil; For vice must have variety, while virtue And all the scene, in short-sky, earth, Stands like the sun, and all which rolls and sea,

around, Breathes like a bright-eyed face, that Drinks life, and light, and glory from her laughs out openly.


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atleski No. 6. Vol. III.]

LONDON, JUNE 1, 1821.

[Price 6d.


the greatest distress to the most elevated fortune. Two were married to Dukes,

and the third to the Earl of Coventry. A CORONATION ANECDOTE. To the Editor of the TICKLER MAGAZINE.

THE LATE SERJEANT HILL, of Sir---By the number of persons who eccentric and facetious memory, was are on tiptoe for the coronation, and

once invited to the country residence of who have been so lortured by the endless a friend, where the strictest and most postponements of that rare and splendid punctilious formality was observed. The pageant, I am reminded of a sad mistake Serjeant, as is well known, was never made at court by the once beautiful and remarkable for the cleanliness of his percelebrated Duchess of Hamilton.

son, or the polish of his manners; and Shortly before the death of George the as his legal character was very high in plass Second, and whilst he was greatly indis- public estimation, his absence of mind, ve posed, the celebrated Irish beauty, Miss owing to the duties of his profession,

Gunning, upon becoming Duchess of proverbially eccentric. His wife, who Hamilton,

was presented to his Majesty; was well acquainted with his occasional 9 The King, who was particularly pleased mental aberrations, advised him, pretime with the natural elegance and artlessness vious to his departure, to pack up his

of her manner, indulged in a long con wardrobe with care, and be sure, among versation with her Grace. In the course other indispensables, to take down at of this tete-a-tete, his Majesty asked her least six shirts, which he might put on if she had seen this, and if she had seen

clean every morning for the week he that; and how she liked such, and how expected to remain on this visit. The

“ Oh !" said the Duchess, Serjeant, whose mind was busy during with great animation, “ I have seen the curtain lecture with Coke, and Lytevery thing! There is only one thing tleton, and Blackstone, heard merely the in the world I wish to see, and I do long close of the exhortation touching the so much to see that.” The curiosity clean shirt for every morning, and cheerof the Monarch was so greatly excited fully angwered in the affirmative. The to know what was this wonderful thing week was soon spent, and the Serjeant, she was so very anxious to see, that he contrary to his ordinary practice, was eagerly asked her what it was? “A

observed to be particularly smart and CORONATION,” replied the thoughtless cleanly. On reaching home, his wife Duchess---nor was she at all conscious unpacked his wardrobe, when, behold, of the mistake she had made, till the not a shirt was to be seen !--nothing king took her hand with a sigh, and with even that imagination might torture into a melancholy expression replied, “I ap- the appearance of one. The lawyer was prehend you have not long to wait. You examined, cross examined, questioned, will soon have your wish.” Her Grace

and cross-questioned, and still persisted was overwhelmed with confusion. in his original declaration, that he had


faithfully discharged his promise to his Three sisters of the name of Gun- rib, by putting on a clean shirt every ning, Irish beauties, were exalted from morning. With some difficulty the phe

she liked so.



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nomenon was at last explained, when it in his turn what he was to write. One initei

se good was discovered, that the Serjeant, in de was, perhaps, a letter to the Emperor ; t Bo for fiance of all legal and habitual preceden!, another, to an old friend; a third, to a had certainly put on a shirt every day, mistress; a fourth, to a statesman; and but had forgotten to take off the dirty so on; and yet he carried so many and one, and at the moment of his departure so different connexions in his head, all was apparelled in the singular accumu at the same time. lation of a week's linen. The circumstance made a great laugh at the time.

MEMORY.---Professor Porson, when a

boy at Eton School, discovered the most IMPRESSIVE ANECDOTE.--- In the astonishing powers of memory. In rising of 1745, a party of Cumberland going up to a lesson one day, he was dragoons were hurrying through Niths accosted by a boy in the same for --dale in search of rebels. Hungry and “ Porson, what have you got there ?" fatigued, they called at a lone widow's « Horace, "-" Let me look atii." Poru house, and demanded refreshment. Her son handed the book to the boy; who. Sen son, a lad about sixteen, dressed up pretending to return it, dexterously sublang kale and butter, and the good wo stituted another in its place, with which man brought new milk, which she told Porson proceeded. Being called on by them was all her stock. One of the party the master, he read and construed Carm. inquired, with seeming kindness, how

1. x. very regularly. Observing the class she lived.

“ Indeed," quoth she, “the to laugh, the master said, " Porson, you cow and the kale-yard, wi' God's bles seem to me to be reading on one side of sing, 's a' my mailen.He arose, and the page, while I am looking at the with his sabre killed the cow, and de- other; pray whose edition have you ?" stroyed all the kale. The poor woman Porson hesitated. “Let me see it," tewas thrown upon the world, and died of joined the master; who, to his great sura broken heart; the disconsolate youth, prise, found it to be an English Ovid. her son, wandered away beyond the in Porson was ordered to go on, which be quiry of friends or the search of com did easily, correctly, and promptly

, to passion. In the continental war, when the end of the ode. the British army had gained a great and signal victory, the soldiery were making merry with wine, and recounting their exploits. A dragoon roared out, “ I

Ballads. once starved a Scotch witch in Nithsdale. I killed her cow, and destroyed her greens; but," added he, “ she could

ROLAND GRAEME. live for all that on her God, as she said ?" " And don't you rue it?" cried a young

1. soldier, starting up--" Don't you rue

The trumpet bas rung on Helvellyo side, it?" “ Rue what?" said he---“Rue aught The bugle iv Derwent vale ; like that?" “ Then, by my God," cried And an hundred steeds came hurrying Beti, the youth, unsheathing his sword, “ that With au hundred men in mail: woman was my mother? draw, you bru- And the gathering cry, and the warning tal villain, draw.” They fought: the word youth passed his sword twice through Wasz" fill the quiver and sharpen the the dragoon's body, and, while he tur sword.” ned him over in the throes of death, ex

claimed, “ had you rued it, you should And away they bound-the mountain deer
have only been punished by your God!"

Starts at their helmet's fashi-
And away they gom-the brooks call out

With a hoarse and a murmuring dash;
AMANUENSES.---The Earl of Peter- The foam Aung from their steeds as they on
borough could dictate letters to nine Strews all their track like the drifting show.
amanuenses together, as (says Pope) I
was assured by a gentleman who saw

3. him do it, when ambassador at Turin. What foe do they chase, for I see no for : Ile walked round the room, and told each And yet all spurrid and gored :

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Their good steeds fly say, seek they work,

10. For the fleet hound or the sword?

Proud look'd the steed and 'had braved the I see no foe-yet a foe they pursue,

flood, With bow and brand, and horn and halloo.

Had it foam'd a full mile wider;
Turn'd bis head in joy, and his eye seem'd

to say

Sir Ricbard spurs on his bonnie brown I'm proud of my lovely rider : steed,

And though Selbys stood thick as the leaves Sir Thomas spurs op his black;

on the tree, There is an bundred steeds, and cach

All scaithless I'd bear the o'er mountain Has a Selby on its back :

and lea. And the meanest man there that draws a brand

1l. Has silver spurs and a Baron's land.

A rushing was heard on the river's banks,

Wide rung wood, rock, and linn5.

And that instant an hundred horsemen at The Eden is deep in flood-lo! look


Came foaming and fearless in. How it dashes from bauk to bank : To them it seenis but the bonnie green lea, Let us measure our swords 'neath the light

“Turn back-turn back thou Scottish loon, Or the vale with brackens rank.

of the moun." They brave the water and breast the banks, Aud sbake the food and foain from their flanks.


An hundred horsemen leap'd lightly down, 6.

With their silver spurs all ringing ; The winding and haunted Eske is nigh, And drew back as Sir Richard his good With its woodlands wide and green ;

blade bared, “Our stueds are wbite with fuam ; shall we While the sigual trump kept singing : wash

And Roland Graeme down bis mantle threw Their flanks in the river sheen ?

With a martial smile, and his bright sword But their steeds may be doom'd to a sterner drew.

task, Before they pass the woodland Eske.


With a measuring eye and a measured pace 7.

Nigher they came, and nigher; All at once theystoop on their horses' necks, Then made a bound and made a blow, And utter a long shrill shout;

And the smote helms yielded fire : And bury their spurs in their coursers' December's hail, or the thunder blast, flanks,

Ne'er flash'd so bright, or fell so fast. And pluck their bright blades out : The spurn'd-up turf is scatter'd behind,

14. For they go as the bawk when he sails with the wind.

“Now yield thee, Roland, and give me back

Lord Selby's beauteous daughter;

Else I shall sever thy head aud heave't 8.

To thy ligbt love o'er the water."Before them nor far on the lilied lea, “My sword is steel, Sir Richard like thine, There is a fair youth flying ;

And thy head's as loose on tby neck as And at his side rides a lovely maid

mine.” Oft looking back and sighing :On his basnet dances the heron's plume,

15. And sans the maid's cheek all of ripe rose bloom.

And again their dark eyes flash'd, and

again 9.

They closed-on sweet Eske's side, “Now do thy best, my bonnie grey steed,

The ring doves sprung from their roosts,

for the blows
And carry my true love over,
And thy corn shall be serv'd in a silver dish, Were echoing far and wide :
And heap'd and running over

Sir Richard was stark, and young Ruland O bear her safe through dark Eske's fords,"

was strong; And leave me to cope with her kinsmen's And the combat was fierce, but it lasted not swords.


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in, when having with some disfcully Lind it There's blood upon young Roland's blade, ascertained the Demoiselle skilled in There's blood on Sir Ricbard's brand;}

spiking the English, she attempted to There's blood shower'd o'er their weeds of converse with her about a bat which she steel,

was trying on. After many vain attempts And raiu'd on the grassy land !

on both sides, the young French woman But blood to a warrior's like dew to the

at last, observing that the hat was too In bo flower;

small, exclaimed.--" Is Matame, he is The combat but wax'd still more deadly too little big." and duur.


. In the Rue St. Honore, a hair dresser withe! 17.

has the following captivating invitation : A dasb was heard in the moonlight Eske,

Hear te cut off hares in English fashion." And up its banks of green:

The Rue du Faubourg Poissonniere Fair Edith Selby came with a shriek, boasts a lady named Canraiz, whose And knelt the knights between :

sign-board announces, that she is a Oh spare him Sir Richard, she held her

“ Washer-woman and wash embroi. white hands,

deries, lace, gazes, silk-stockings, also All spotted with blood 'neath the merciless

household's furniture's in linen table brands.

cloths, napkins, and calenders all at 18.

one's desire; she will also charge herYoung Roland look'd down on his true love

self of the entertaining the works that and smiled,

is to be done to all sorts of linen for Sir Richard look'd also and said

the body, and will be exactly delivered “Curse on them that true love would sun

at one's desire." der"-- he sheath'”

At the Montesquieu Baths Englishmen With his broad palm his berry brown

are informed, by a neat card, that blade;

“ As for the brothes, liquid or any And long way the Selbys abroad and at breakfast, and, in one word, all other

Find a friend and a foe like the good gal. things relatives to the services of the
lant Graem

bathes, the persons will be so good as
to direct themselves to the servant ba-

Pe thers, who will satisfy them with the

greatest attention. Blunders.

« The Publick is invited not to search to displace the suckets and the swan

necks, in order to forbear the accidents PARISIAN ENGLISH.--Our old Poet which may result of is, in not calling Chaucer laughs at the French spoken in the servants bathers to his aid. his days at London,

“ The servant bathers, in consequence After the School of Stratford at the Bow. of having no wages, desire the batbers

do not forgot them.” The Parisians have probably some such school in their neighbourhood, for teach The ticket of a boarding house in the ing the English language; and the abun Rue Grange Buteliere has the following dant influx of our countrymen into the P.S.: French metropolis of late years has “ One would find a pretty furnished brought this dialect into much repute. chamber to let." We often see emblazoned in large letters, over a shop window, meant proba. have generally something to captivate

The invitations to the minor theatres
bly as a decoy, but more likely, one
would think, to operate as a warning to

the English; thus M. Oliver's bill notifies
his wonderful performances.

“He shall begin with the cut and
Here they spike the English:

burnt handkerchieves, who shall take their Which (being translated) does not inti- primitive forms.-The watch thrown up mate any blood-thirsty intention of im

et nailed against the wall by a pistol paling our countrymen alive, but merely shot-the enchanted glass wine

. The declares the ability to speak English. flying piece of money, and an infinity of

A lady from London, perceiving this Legerdemain, worthy to excite the curioinscription over a milliner's door, went sity of spectators.-- The handsome


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