LXXXV. O Mrs. Fry! Why go to Newgate? Why 85 Preach to poor rogues? Aud wherefore not begin With Carlton, or with other houses? Try Your hand at harden'd and imperial sin. To mend the people's an absurdity, LXXXVI. Teach them the decencies of good threescore: Cure them of tours, hussar and highland dresses: Tell them that youth once gone returns no more; That hir'd huzzas redeem uo land's distresses; Tell them Sir William Curtis is a bore, Too dull even for the dullest of excesses, The witless Falstaff of a hoary Hal, A fool whose bells have ceas'd to ring at all. LXXXVII. Tell them, though it may be perhaps too late The worthiest kings have ever lov'd least state; And tell them- -But you won't, and I have prated Just now enough; but by and by I'll prattle, Like Roland's horn in Roncesvalles' battle. 86 87 Don Juan. CANTO THE ELEVENTH. I. WHEN Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter," II. What a sublime discovery t'was to make the That all 's ideal-all ourselves: I'll stake the World (be it what you will) that that's no schism. O Doubt!-if thou be'st Doubt, for which some take thee, But which I doubt extremely-thou sole prism Of the Truth's rays, spoil not my draught of spirit! Heaven's brandy, though our brain can hardly bear it. III. For, ever and anon, comes Indigestion, (Not the most "dainty Ariel") and perplexes Is, that I find no spot where man can rest eye on, Of beings, stars, and this unriddled wonder, The world, which at the worst's a glorious blunder, IV. If it be chance; or if it be according To the old text, still better:-lest it should They're right; our days are too brief for affording Decide, and every body one day will Know very clearly-or at least lie still. T 1 3 V. And therefore will I leave off metaphysical Being quite perspicuous and extremely fair: The first attack at once prov'd the Divinity; The fourth at once establish'd the whole Trinity, That I devoutly wish'd the three were four, On purpose to believe so much the more. VII. 5 To our theme:-The man who has stood on the Acropolis, 7 Who has sail'd where picturesque Constantinople is, In small-ey'd China's crockery-ware metropolis, May not think much of London's first appearance VIII. Don Juan had got out on Shooter's Hill; Sunset the time, the place the same declivity Which looks along that vale of good and ill Where London streets ferment in full activity; While every thing around was calm and still, Except the creak of wheels, which on their pivot he IX. I say, Don Juan, wrapt in contemplation, And lost in wonder of so great a nation, ; Gave way to 't, since he could not overcome it. Here peals the people's voice, nor can entomb it 9 X. "Here are chaste wives, pure lives; here people pay But what they please; and, if that things be dear, 'Tis only that they love to throw away Their cash, to show how much they have a-year. Here laws are all inviolate; none lay Traps for the traveller; every highway's clear: Here" he was interrupted by a knife, With-"Damn your eyes! your money or your life!" XI. These freeborn sounds proceeded from four pads, Had seiz'd the lucky hour to reconnoitre, XII. Juan, who did not understand a word 10 11 12 Of English, save their shibboleth, "God damn!" And even that he had so rarely heard, He sometimes thought 'twas only their " Salam," Or "God be with you!" and 'tis not absurd To think so: for, half English as I am, (To my misfortune) never can I say Ì heard them wish "God with you," save that way : XIII. Juan yet quickly understood their gesture; And roar'd out, as he writh'd his native mud in, 'O Jack! I'm floor'd by that 'ere bloody Frenchman!" XIV. On which Jack and his train set off at speed; Juan, who saw the moon's late minion bleed As if his veins would pour out his existence, Stood calling out for bandages and lint, And wish'd he had been less hasty with his flint. 13 14 XV. 15 "Perhaps," thought he, "it is the country's wont Differ, except in robbing with a bow, XVI. But ere they could perform this pious duty, The dying man cried, " Hold! I've got my gruel! The drops fell from his death-wound, and he drew ill XVII. The cravat, stain'd with bloody drops fell down Exactly why it was before him thrown, Nor what the meaning of the man's farewell. XVIII. 16 17 Don Juan, having done the best he could 18 In all the circumstances of the case, As soon as " Crowner's quest" allow'd, pursued Esteeming it a little hard he should In twelve hours' time, and very little space, ΧΙΧ. He from the world had cut off a great man, 19 |