XVI.

In short, she was a walking calculation,

Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their covers, Or Mrs. Trimmer's books on education,

Or" Cœlebs' Wife" set out in quest of lovers,

Morality's prim personification,

In which not Envy's self a flaw discovers,

To others' share let "female errors fall,"

For she had not even one-the worst of all.

XVII.

Oh! she was perfect past all parallel—
Of any modern female saint's comparison;

So far above the cunning powers of hell,

Her guardian angel had given up his garrison; Even her minutest motions went as well

As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison: In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,

Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! (2)

XVIII.

Perfect she was, but as perfection is
Insipid in this naughty world of ours,
Where our first parents never learn'd to kiss

Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers,
Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss,

(I wonder how they got through the twelve hours) Don Jóse, like a lineal son of Eve,

Went plucking various fruit without her leave.

XIX.

He was a mortal of the careless kind,

With no great love for learning, or the learn'd,

Who chose to go where'er he had a mind,
And never dream'd his lady was concern'd;

The world, as usual, wickedly inclined

To see a kingdom or a house o'erturn'd, Whisper'd he had a mistress, some said two, But for domestic quarrels one will do.

XX.

Now Donna Inez had, with all her merit,
A great opinion of her own good qualities;
Neglect, indeed, requires a saint to bear it,

And such, indeed, she was in her moralities;
But then she had a devil of a spirit,

And sometimes mix'd up fancies with realities, And let few opportunities escape

Of getting her liege lord into a scrape.

XXI.

This was an easy matter with a man

Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard;

And even the wisest, do the best they can,

Have moments, hours, and days, so unprepared, That you might "brain them with their lady's fan;" And sometimes ladies hit exceeding hard, And fans turn into falchions in fair hands, And why and wherefore no one understands.

XXII.

"Tis pity learned virgins ever wed

With persons of no sort of education,

Or gentlemen, who, though well-born and bred,
Grow tired of scientific conversation:

I don't choose to say much upon this head,
I'm a plain man, and in a single station,
But-Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?

XXIII.

Don Jóse and his lady quarrell'd—why,

Not any of the many could divine,

Though several thousand people chose to try, "Twas surely no concern of theirs nor mine;

I loathe that low vice curiosity,

But if there's any thing in which I shine 'Tis in arranging all my friends' affairs, Not having, of my own, domestic cares.

XXIV.

And so I interfered, and with the best

Intentions, but their treatment was not kind;
I think the foolish people were possess'd,
For neither of them could I ever find,
Although their porter afterwards confess'd-

But that's no matter, and the worst's behind,
For little Juan o'er me threw, down stairs,

A pail of housemaid's water unawares.

XXV.

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth;
His parents ne'er agreed except in doting

Upon the most unquiet imp on earth;

Instead of quarrelling, had they been but both in
Their senses, they'd have sent young master forth
To school, or had him soundly whipp'd at home,
To teach him manners for the time to come.