III. Now you, friend B. must own 'twas not quite right IV. (Not with each other, reader, but much worse) Of ancient custom; putting our sobriety V. For th' ancient dame sent forth a proclamation And would in comfort and a whole skin sleep, VI. Whereas, the modern Eve (so we are told 'tis), "'T was surely very wrong in Juan's mother Don Juan, canto i., stanza 110. 2 Ancient orthography admits this rhyme. Butler, in his "Hudibras," spells it "windores," and cockneys, to this day, pronounce it "vinders." Also, in all words in which aw occur, the said cockneys introduce an r-thus, for drawing, they read drorin: for straw, stror, etc. The Author has heard an F.R.S. Resolv'd, she straightway issued forth a notice And all who had a taste that way might stare! By answering, "Honi soit qui mal y pense." VII. And so, perhaps, thought the Duchess of Fitz-Fulke, Her amorous freak-her thoughts in Juan centred, pronounce in this way whenever such words occurred. Who will dispute such high authority? So in Jackson's Canzonet, "Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair, Nor bent me with his iron hand, Ah why so soon, etc." The cockney vocalist, in the simple conceit of his own perfection, converts this into "Time as not thinn'd my flowin air, Nor bent me vith is hi-er-un and, Ar wy so soon, etc." This reminds the Author of a witticism that was broached at a private theatre, in London, at the time the play of "Pizarro" was so popular. A little stage-struck hero, about five feet five inches in height, with long arms and very round shoulders, personated Rolla (looking more like an attempt at King Richard than the Peruvian hero), and in the address to the Peruvian soldiers, when he came to the line, "The virtuous energies that swell your hearts," He, with much pomposity, gave it, "The werchus enegees that swell your arts." A provincial manager, who was there on the look-out for recruits, whispering to a friend, said, "Well, if there are any gees, it is more than you can say for the h's." The joke was quickly passed on to the celebrated Mrs. Jordan, who was in the next box, and who laid herself back on the seat behind, and indulged in an uproarious Ha, ha, ha! the occasion of which being reported to others, the laugh was echoed round the whole circle, to the great discomfiture of poor Rolla. 1 "Her Grace replied, His Grace was rather pain'd With some slight, light, hereditary twinges Of gout, which rusts aristocratic hinges." Don Juan, canto xvi., stanza 34. VIII. Here was a beautiful neglected wife Left to herself, expos'd to such temptation; And Juan was a youth (upon my life), Might tempt a saint, much more one in her station : Where fashion's rank diseases are so rife, "Twere wonder to escape contamination. Ye husbands-fools!-ne'er blame your faithless spouses, While ye neglect their comfort in your houses! IX. We know that prudes and moralists will cavil How shameful to be courting notoriety." The Duke was not the first to break the chain. X. Like other nobles who have gone before, Of some danseuse or operatic singer, Who artfully may let herself on lease Valued than as he furnishes the fleece ! Our Duchess had known some of her Duke's tricks, (See stanza fifty, canto ten and six.)1 XI. But to return.-Her Grace threw off disguise In all her loveliness she stood confess'd 1 "Because, she said her temper had been tried "In silken sheen."-Her bosom's fall and rise XII. Her milk-white arms around his neck she threw- As they would melt his heart.-Oh, Phidian Jove! What chisel ever cut, or painter drew, A group so fine!-Rapt Juan's eyes did rove O'er her sweet breast, as in his arms he caught her, And thought for ever he could there support her. XIII. In truth, Her Grace, when she had cast aside A rich, voluptuous ripeness, that outvied Some of his former loves, and fann'd the mad Desires of passion in Don Juan's breastExcuse me, reader, you can guess the rest. XIV. You won't?-Oh, well, if you had rather not I only wish to spare a blush, nor blot Our tale, though true, with aught that should not be Blazon'd abroad o'er scandal's huge tea-pot. Nature's bright mirror all eyes should not see, Too often are its pictures all distorted By those whose spectacles are not well sorted. XV. The beauteous Duchess, then, that night was drest How "beauty unadorn'd's adorn'd the "best. Her lovely limbs, whose bright carnation glow'd Those charms they were affecting to conceal. XVI. And (perhaps it might be chance) her lac'd chemilche, On one side, 'twixt her bosom and the silk Its place sufficiently to hide the milk -Y hue of that fair orb, letting its pink crest creep Almost above the margin of the lace That gracefully did aim to shroud Her Grace. XVII. Poor Juan was no anchorite-he saw He came was overcome !-Nor long did To think what consequences this one flaw In their morality might quickly cause. pause "He saw her charming," and saw more than-pshaw ! Why need we further dwell, when nature's laws Imperatively bid her subjects bow To her stern mandates, be they high or low. XVIII. Juan had yet, of sense, so much to spare, She threw herself into his arms (and there- "He saw her charming, but he saw not half Thomson's Seasons. |