What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, CANTO II. Он ye! who teach the ingenuous youth nations, Holland, France, England, Germany, Spain, And bards burn what they call their "mid-It mends their morals; never mind the pair I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, night-taper," To have, when the original is dust, What are the hopes of man? old Egypt's King, But I, being fond of true philosophy, And flesh (which Death mows down to hay) But for the present, gentle reader! and Still gentler purchaser! the bard-that's IMust, with permission, shake you by the hand, And so your humble servant, and good bye! We meet again, if we should understand Each other; and, if not, I shall not try Your patience further than by this short sample Twere well if others follow'd my example. "Go, little book, from this my solitude! I cast thee on the waters, go thy ways! And if, as I believe, thy vein be good, The world will find thee after many days." When Southey's read, and Wordsworth understood, I can't help putting in my claim to praiseThe four first rhymes are Southey's, every line: For God's sake, reader! take them not for mine. The best of mothers and of educations, In Juan's case, were but employed in vain Since in a way, that's rather of the oddest, h Became divested of his native modesty. Their veil and petticoat-Alas! to dwell Flies in one's face, and makes it weather- In the mean time, to pass her hours away, Like truant rogues) the devil or the fool; Juan embark'd-the ship got under way, The wind was fair, the water passing rough; Spain. I can't but say it is an awkward sight So Juan stood bewilder'd on the deck: ors swore, Don Juan stood, and, gazing from the stern, But Juan had got many things to leave— That is, till deeper griefs congeal our tears. So Juan wept, as wept the captive Jews Young men should travel, if but to amuse Perhaps it may be lined with this my canto. A devil of a sea rolls in that bay, enough; thought, And. standing upon deck, the dashing spray While his salt tears dropp'd into the salt sea, quote: "Sweets to the sweet;" (I like so much to | But worst of all is nausea, or a pain About the lower region of the bowels; Love, who heroically breathes a vein, Shrinks from the application of hot towel | And purgatives are dangerous to his reig Sea-sickness death: his love was perfec how else You must excuse this extract, 'tis where she, "Farewell, my Spain! a long farewell!" “Perhaps I may revisit thee no more, Could Juan's passion, while the billows roa The ship, called the most holy "Trinidada, Her letter out again, and read it through.) | His Spanish friends for those in Italy. "And oh! if e'er I should forget, I swear- His suite consisted of three servants and But that's impossible, and cannot be- A tutor, the licenciate Pedrillo, Sooner shall this blue ocean melt to air, Who several languages did understand, Sooner shall earth resolve itself to sea, But now lay sick and speechless on hi Than I resign thine image, oh! my fair! Or think of any thing, excepting thee; A mind diseased no remedy can physic"(Here the ship gave a lurch, and he grew sea-sick.) "Sooner shall heaven kiss earth-(here he Oh, Julia! what is every other woe?- Pedro! Battista! help me down below.) Oh, Julia! (this cursed vessel pitches so)- He felt that chilling heaviness of heart, But the sea acted as a strong emetic. Love's a capricious power; I've known it Out through a fever caused by its own heat, pillow, And,rocking in his hammock,long'd for land And the waves oozing through the port-hol The drownings are much talk'd of by the divers That passengers would find it much amiss There's nought, no doubt, so much the spirit calms As rum and true religion; thus it was, Some plunder'd, some drank spirits, some sung psalms, The high wind made the treble, and as bass The hoarse harsh waves kept time; fright cured the qualms Of all the luckless landsmen's sea-sick maws: Strange sounds of wailing, blasphemy, devotion, Clamour'd in chorus to the roaring ocean. Perhaps more mischief had been done,but for "Give us more grog," they cried, "for it will be All one an hour hence." Juan answer'd, "No! 'Tis true that death awaits both you and me, But let us die like men, not sink below Like brutes: "—and thus his dangerous post kept he, And none liked to anticipate the blow; And even Pedrillo, his most reverend tutor, Was for some rum a disappointed suitor. The good old gentleman was quite aghast, And swimmers who may chance to be sur-And made a loud and pious lamentation; vivors. Repented all his sins, and made a last To follow Juan's wake like Sancho Panca. Their desperate efforts seem'd all useless ¦ And long had voyaged through many grown, A glimpse of sunshine set some hands to baleThe stronger pump'd, the weaker thrumm'd a sail. stormy sea, And if he wept at length, they were not fear That made his eyelids as a woman's be, But he, poor fellow, had a wife and childre Two things for dying people quite bewil dering. The ship was evidently settling now none To pay them with; and some look'd o' the bow; Some hoisted out the boats; and there wɛ one That begg'd Pedrillo for an absolution, Some lash'd them in their hammocks, son Their best clothes as if And gnash'd their teeth, and, howlin And others went on, as they had begun, The worst of all was, that in their condition less : Men, even when dying, dislike inanition stress: Two casks of biscuit and a keg of butte But in the long-boat they contrived to sto Water, a twenty-gallon-cask or so; Then there was rum, The other boats, the yawl and pinnace, h |