But next to dressing for a rout or ball, Undressing is a woe; our robe de chambre May sit like that of Nessus and recal Thoughts quite as yellow, but less clear than amber. Titus exclaim'd, "I've lost a day!" Of all The nights and days most people can remember, (I have had of both, some not to be disdain'd) I wish they'd state how many they have gain'd. And Juan, on retiring for the night, He thought Aurora Raby's eyes more bright He sigh'd; the next resource is the full Where many a Gothic ornament remain'd, In chisel'd stone and painted glass, and all That time has left our fathers of their Hall. Then, as the night was clear, though cold, he threw His chamber-door wide open - and went forth Into a gallery, of a sombre hue, Long, furnish'd with old pictures of great worth, Of knights and dames heroic and chaste too, As doubtless should be people of high birth. But by dim lights the portraits of the dead Have something ghastly,desolate,and dread. The forms of the grim Knights and pictured Saints Look living in the Moon; and as you turn Backward and forward to the echoes faint Of your own footsteps-voices from the urn Appear to wake,and shadows wild and quaint Start from the frames which fence their aspects stern, As if to ask how you can dare to keep A vigil there, where all but death should sleep. And the pale smile of Beauties in the grave, Of amatory egotism the Tuism, She look'd, and saw him pale, and turn'd mutter'd Something, but what's not stated in my tale. Lord Henry said, his muffin was ill butter'd; The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke play'd with her veil, And look'd at Juan hard, but nothing utter'd All there was as he left it: still his taper Aurora Raby, with her large dark eyes, Burnt, and not blue, as modest tapers nse, Survey'd him with a kind of calm surprise. Receiving sprites with sympathetic vapour ; He rubb'd his eyes, and they did not refuse Their office; he took up an old newspaper; The paper was right easy to peruse; He read an article the King attacking, And a long eulogy of "Patent Blacking." But seeing him all cold and silent still, And every body wondering more or less, Fair Adeline inquired, "If he were ill?" He started, and said, "Yes no rather yes." The family-physician had great skill. And, being present, now began to express This savour'd of this world; but his hand His readiness to feel his pulse and tell The cause, but Juan said, "He was quite well." shook He shut his door, and after having read “Quite well ; yes; no."These answers were "Jest!" quoth Milor, "Why, Adeline, you Connections stronger than he chose to avow With this same legend),-"if you but design And whether for good, or whether for ill, To jest, yon 'll choose some other theme just It is not mine to say: But still to the house of Amundeville He flits on the bridal eve; As did the Cynic on some like occasion; And 'tis held as faith, to their bed of death, Deeming the Sage would be much mortified, He comes-but not to grieve. When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn, But his eyes may be seen from the folds And they seem of a parted soul. Or thrown into a philosophic passion, Thus Adeline would throw into the shade And that it is so, every body knows, But beware! beware! of the Black Friar, Show off to please their company or mother. He still retains his sway, For he is yet the church's heir Amundeville is lord by day, But the monk is lord by night. Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal wires Died from the touch that kindled them to Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios! The "Tanti palpiti's" on such occasions: In Babylon's bravuras-as the home roam O'er far Atlantic continents or islands, The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling The calentures of music which o'ercome All mountaineers with dreams that they are nigh lands. No more to be beheld but in such visions,And the pause follow'd, which, when song Was Adeline well versed, as compositions. sound; Not so her gracious, graceful,gracelessGrace, And much was talk'd on all sides on that The full-grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke, whose head; There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic defect; And therefore Juan now began to rally Of this same thick And thin, produced a plan, whereby to erect The cost would be a trifle-an "old song" The price would speedily repay its worth in |