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For people who are pleasanter than others,
LXXXIV. But then they only seem so many brothers,
And if in the meantime her husband died ;
But leaven forbid that such a thought shouk! LXXVIII. cross
(sighl) And even if by chance-and who can tell?
lier brain, though in a dream! (and then she The devil's so very sly-she sliould discover
Vever could she survive that common loss; That all within was not so very well, And, if still free, that such or such a lover
But just suppose that moment should betide,
I only say suppose it-inter nos. Might please perhaps, a virtuous wife can quell
(This should be entre nous, for Julia thought Such thoughts, and be the better when they're
In French, but then the rhyme would go for over;
nought.) And if the man should ask, 'tis but denial :
I only say, suppose this supposition :
Juan being then grown up to man's estate
Would fully suit a widow of condition ; And then there are such things as love divine,
Even seven years hence it would not be too late ; Bright and immaculate, unmix'd and pure,
And in the interim (to pursue this vision), Such as the angels think so very fine,
The mischief, after all could not be great, And natrons, who would be no less secure,
For he would learn the rudiinents of love, Platonic, perfect, 'just such love as mine :'
I mean the seraph way of those above. Thus Julia said--and thought so, to be sure,
LXXXVI. And so I'd have her think, were I the man
So much for Julia. Now we'll turn to Juan,
Poor little fellow ! he had no idea
Of his own case, and never hit the true one :
In feelings quick, as Ovid's Miss Medea,* Between young persons without any danger :
He puzzled over what he found a new one, A hand may first, and then a lip, be kiss'd;
But not as yet imagined it could be a For my part, to such doings I'm a stranger,
Thing quite in course, and not at all alarming, But here these freedoms forın the utmost list
Which, with a little patience, might grow charin. of a!l o'er which such love may be a ranger:
LXXXVII. If people go beyond, 'tis quite a crime,
Silent and pensive, idle, restless, slow,
His home deserted for the lonely wood,
Tormented with a wound he could not know,
His, like all deep grief, plunged in solitude: Was Julia's innocent determination
I'm fond myself of solitude or so, In young Don Juan's favour, and to him its
But then I beg it may be understood, Exertion might be useful on occasion;
By solitude I mean a sultan's, not And, lighted at too pure a shrine to diru its
A hermit's, with a harem for a grot.
Where transport and security entwine,
Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss,
And here thou art a god indeed divine.' Fraught with this fine intention, and weil fenced
The bard I quote from does not sing amiss, In inail of proof-her purity of soul
With the exception of the second line, She for the future, of her strength convinced,
For that same twining 'transport and security' And that her honour was a rock or mole,
Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity.
1 XXXIX. But whether Julia to the task was equal
The poet mcant, no doubt-and thus appcals
The very thing which everybody feels,
As all have found on trial, or may findi, ller plan she deem'd both innocent and feasible; That no one likes to be disturb'd at meals And surely, with a stripling of sixtean,
Or love.- I won't say more about entwined' Not scandal's fa: gs could fix on much that's
Or 'transport,' as we knew all that before, seizable,
But beg 'security' wiil bolt the door. Or if they did so, satisfied to mean
XC. Nothing but what was good, her breast was peace. able
Young Juan wander'd hy the glassy brooks, A quiet conscience makes one so serenc,
Thinking unutterable things: he threw Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded
* Ovici, deirt Amand. I.-II. That all the apostles would have done as they
+ Can:pbell's Gertrude of Iyoming. I thing the did.
opening of Canto !I., but juote from memory.
Himself at length within the leafy nooks
Could not escape the gentle Julia's eyes;
But that which chiefly may, and must, surprise,
Her only son with question or surmise:
Whether it was she did not see, or would not, He, Juan (and not Wordsworth) so pursued His self-cominunion with his own high soul
Or, like all very clever people, could not. Until his mighty heart, in its great mood,
XCVIII. Had mitigated part, though not the whole
This may seem strange, but yet 'tis very cominon, Of its disease: be did the best he could
For instance-gentlemen, whose ladies take With things not very subject to control,
Leave to o'erstep the written rights of woman, And turn'd, without perceiving his condition,
And break the---Which commandment is't they Like Coleridge, into a metaphysician.
(I have forgot the number, and think no man He thought about himself, and the whole earth, Should rashly quote, for fear of a mistake.) Of man the wonderful, and of the stars,
I say when these same gentlemen are jealous, And how the deuce they ever could have birth;
They make some blunder, which their ladies tellus. And then he thought of earthquakes and of
A real husband always is suspicious, How many miles the moon might have in girth, But still no less suspects in the wrong place; Of air-balloons, and of the many bars
Jealous of some one who had no such wishes, To perfect knowledge of the boundless skies ;
Or pandering blindly to his own disgrace, And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes. By harbouring some dear friend extremely vicious; XCIII.
The last indeed's infallibly the case ! In thoughts like these truc wisdom may discern And when the spouse and friend are gone off Longings sublime, and aspirations high,
wholly, Which some are born with, but the most part learn He wonders at their vice, and not his folly. To plague themselves withal, they know not
C. why :
Thus parents also are at times short-sighted; 'Twas strange that one so young should thus
Though watchful as the lynx, they ne'er disHis brain about the action of the sky:
cover, If you think 'twas philosophy that this did,
The while the wicked world beholds, delighted, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.
Young Hopeful's mistress, or Miss Fanny's lover, XCIV,
Till some confounded escapade has blighted He pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers,
The plan of twenty years, and all is over;
But Inez was so anxious, and so clear
Of sight, that I must think, on this occasion He also found that he had lost his dinner,
She had some other motive much inore near,
For leaving Juan to this new temptation;
But what that motive was, I shan't say hereSometimes he turned to gaze upon his book,
Perhaps to finish Juan's education, Boscan, or Garcillasso : hy the wind
Perhaps to open Don Alfonso's eyes, Even as the page is rustled while we look,
In case he thought his wife too great a prize. So by the poesy of his own mind
It was upon a day, a summer's day ;-
Summer's indeed a very dangerous season, According to some good old woman's tale.
And so is spring, about the end of May:
The sun no doubt is the prevailing reason; XCVI.
But whatsoe'er the causc is, one may say, Thus would he while his lonely hours away,
And stand convicted of more truth than treason, Dissatisfied, nor knowing what he wanted ;
That there are months which nature grows more Nor glowing reverie, nor poet's lay. Could yield his spirit that for which it panted,
merry in, A bosom whereon he his head might lay,
March has its hares, and May must have its heroine And hear the heart beat with the love it granted;
CIII. With----several other things which I forget,
'Twas on a summer's day-the 6th of June : Or which, at least, I need not mention yet,
I like to be particular in dates,
CX. Not only of the age and year, but moon:
They are a sort of post-house, where the Fates Unconsciously, she lean'd upon the other, Change horses, making history change its tune, Which play'd within the tangles of her hair;
Then spur a way o'er empires and o'er states, And to contend with thoughts she could not Leaving at last not much besides chronology,
smother, Excepting the post-obits of theology.
She seemd, by the distraction of her air.
'Twas surely very wrong in Juan's mother CIV.
To leave together this imprudent pair: 'Twas on the sixth of June, about th 3 nour
She who for many years had watched her son so; Of half-past six-perhaps still nearer seven
I'm very certain mine would not have done so.
To whom the lyre and laurels have been given, Gently, but palpably, confirm'd its grasp,
As if it said, 'Detain me, if you please:'
His fingers with a pure Platonic squeeze ;
She would have shrunk as from a toad, or asp, She sate, but not alone; I know not well How this same interview had taken place,
Had she imagined such a thing could rouse And even if I knew, I should not tell
A feeling dangerous to a prudent spouse. People should hold their tongues in any case:
CXII. No matter how or why the thing befell,
I cannot know what Juan thought of this, But there were she and Juan, face to face ;
But what he did is much what you would do ; When two such faces are so, 't would be wise,
His young lip thank d it with a grateful kiss, But very difficult, to shut their eyes.
And then, abash'd at its own joy, withdrew CVI.
In deep despair, lest he had done amissHow beautiful she look'd! her conscious heart
Love is so very timid when 'tis new: Glow'd in her cheek, and yet she felt no wrong:
She blush'd and frown'd not, but she strove to O Love ! how perfect is thy mystic art,
[weak. Strengthening the weak, and trampling on the
And held her tongue, her voice was grown so strong;
CXIII. How self-deceitful is the sagest part
The sun set, and up rose the yellow moon: Of mortals whom thy lure hath led along !
The devil's in the moon for mischief; they The precipice she stood on was immense,
Who call'd her chaste, methinks began too soon So was her creed in her own innocence.
Their nomenclature ; there is not a day,
The longest, not the twenty-first of June,
Sees half the business in a wicked way
On which three single hours of moonshine sinileVictorious virtue, and domestic trutlı,
And then she looks so modest all the while. And then of Don Alfonso's fifty years:
CXIV. I wish these last had not occurr'd, in sooth,
There is a dangerous silence in that hour, Because that number rarely much endears,
A stillness which leaves room for the full soul
Of calling wholly back its self-control;
The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, When people say, 'I've told you fifty times,
Sheds beauty and deep softness o'er the whole, They mean to scold, and very often do;
Breathes also to the heart, and o'er it throws When poets say, 'I've written fifty rhymes,
A loving languor, which is not repose. They make you dread that they'll recite then
And Julia sate with Juan, half embraced, In gangs of fifty, thieves coinmit their crimes;
And half retiring from the glowing arın, At fifty, love for love is rare, 'tis true:
Which trembled like the bosom where it was But then, no doubt, it equally as true is,
(harm, A good deal may be bought for fifty louis,
Yet still she must have thought there was no CIX.
Or else 'twere easy to withdraw her waist; Julia had honour, virtue, truth, and love
But then the situation had its charm, For Don Alfonso; and she inly swore,
And then-God knows what next-I can't go on ; By all the vows below to powers above,
I'in almost sorry that I c'er begun.
And while she ponder'd this, besides inuch more, With your confounded fantasies, to more
Immoral conduct, by the fancied sway Quite by mistake--she thought it was her own. Your system feigns o'er the controlless core
or human hearts, than all the long array
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will inark Of poets and romancers :-You're a bore,
Our coming, and look brighter when we coniu A charlatan, a coxcomb--and have been,
'Tis sweet to be awaken'd by the lark, At best, no better than a go-between.
Or lull'd by falling waters; sweet the hum
Of bees, the voice of girls, tlie song of birds, An l Julia's voice was lost, except in sighs,
The lisp of children, and their earliest words. Until too late for useful conversation;
CXXIV. The tears were gushing from her gentle eyes, Sweet is the vintage, when the showering grapes I wish, indeed, they had not liad occasion :
In Bacchanal profusion reel to earth, But who, alas, can love, and then be wise?
Purple and gushing : sweet are our escapes Not that remorse did not oppose temptation :
From civic revelry to rural mirth : A little still she strove, and much repented,
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps; And whispering 'I will ne'er consent-consented. Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth; CXVIII.
Sweet is revenge-especially to women, 'Tis said that Xerxes offer'd a reward
Pillage to soldiers, prize-money to seamen. To those who could invent him a new pleasure ;
C.XXV. Methinks the requisition's rather hard,
Sweet is a legacy, and passing sweet And must have cost his majesty a treasure:
The unexpected death of some old lady For my part, I'm a moderate-ninded bard,
Or gentleman of seventy years complete, Fond of a little love (which I call leisure):
Who've made us youth' wait too-too long I care not for new pleasures, as the old
already Are quite enough for me, so they but hold.
For an estate, or cash, or country seat,
Stiil breaking, but with stamina so steady,
That all the Israelites are fit to mob its
Next owner for their double-danın'd post-obits. I make a resolution every spring,
CXXVI. Of reformation ere the year run out;
'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels, But somehow this iny vestal vow takes wing.
By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end Yet still, I trust, it may be kept throughout : To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, I'm very sorry, very much ashamcd,
Particularly with a tiresome friend:
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels;
Dear is the helpless creature we defend
Against the world : and dear the schoolboy spot
We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Which some irregularity may make
Is first and passionate love-it stands alone, In he design; and as I have a high sense
Like Adain's recollection of his fall: Of Aristotle and the Rules, 'tis fit
The tree of knowledge has been pluck'd, all's To beg his pardon when I err a bit.
And life yields nothing further to recall This licence is to hope the reader will
Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown,
No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven
Sire which Prometheus filch'd for us from heaven. For want of facts, would all be thrown away),
CXXVIII. But keeping Julia and Don Juan still
Man's a strange animal, and inakes strange use In sight, that several months have pass'd; we'll of his own nature, and the various arts, 'Twas in November, but I'm not so sure
And likes particularly to produce About the day--the era's more obscure.
Some new experiment to show liis parts 'C.XXI.
This is the age of oddities let loose, We'll talk of that anon. 'Tis sweet to hear,
Where different talents find their different marts: At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep,
You'd best begin with truth; and when you've .ust The song and oar of Adria's gondolier,
your By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep
Labour, there's a sure market for imposture. 'Tis sweet to see the evening star appear;
CXXIX. 'Tis sweet to listen as the right-winds creep
What opposite discoveries we have seen! From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high
(Signs of true genius and of empty pockets :) The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky.
One makes new noses, one a guillotine,
Oire breaks your bones, one sets them in their "Tis sweet to licar the watch-dog's honest bark
sockets; Bay deop-mouth'd wcicome as we draw heir Bat vaccination certainly has been home;
A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets
With which the doctor paid off an old pox,
Arose a clatter right awake the dead?, By borrowing a new one from an ox.
If they had never been awoke before;
And that they have been so, we all have read, СХХХ.
And are to be so, at the least, once more: Bread has been made (indifferent) from potatoes,
The door was fastend, but with voice and fist And galvanism lias set some corpses grinning, But has not answer'd like the apparatus
First krocks were heard, then 'Madan.--Inadan
hist! of the Humane Society's beginning,
CXXXVII. By which incn are unsuffocated gratis:
For Goul's sake, Madam-Vadam - here's n. What wondrous new inachines lave late boe**
With more than half the city at his backI said the small-pox has gone out of late,
Was ever heard of such a curst disaster! Perhaps it may be followed by the great.
'Tis not my fault-I kept good watch--Alack ! CXXXI.
Do pray undo the bolt a little faster-'Tis said the great came from America :
They're on the stair just now, and in a crack Perhaps it may set out on its return:
Will all be here ; perhaps he yei may flyThe population there so spreads, they say,
Surely the window's not so very high" 'Tis grown high time to thin it in its tuni,
CXXXVIIT. With war, or plag::e, or famine, any way,
By this time Don Alíonso was arrived, So that civilization they may learn;
With torches, friends, and servants in great
The major part of them had long been wived. CXXXII.
And therefore paused not to disturb the slumber This is the patent age of new inventions
Of any wicked woman, who contrived For killing bodies, and for saving souls,
By stealth her husband's temples to encumber: All propagated with the best intentions.
Examples of this kind are so contagious, Sir Humphry Davy's lantern, by which coals Were one not punish'd, all would be outrageous Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions,
CXXXIX. Tiinbuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles,
I can't tell how, or why, or what suspicion Are ways to benefit mankind, as true,
Could enter into Don Alfonso's head;
But for a cavalier of his condition
It surely was exceedingly ill-bred,
Without a word of previous admonition, And wonderful beyond all wondrous measure;
To hold a levée round his lady's hed, 'Tis pity though, in this sublime world, that
And summon lackeys, arm'd with fire and sword, Pleasure's a sin, and sometiines sin's a pleasure ;
To prove himself the thing he most abhorr'd. Few mortals know what end they would be at,
CXL. But whether glory, power, or love, or treasure,
Poor Donna Julia, starting as from sleep The path is through perplexing ways; and when
(Mind-that I do not say she had not slept), The goal is gain'd, we die, you know-and then
Began at once to scream, and yawn, and weep; CXXXIV.
Her maid Antonia, who was an adep:, What then?-I do not know, no more do you
Contrived to fling the bed-clothes in a heap, And so good night. Return we to our story:
As if she had just now from out thein crept: 'Twas in November, when fine days are few,
I can't tell why she should take all this trouble And the far inountains wax a little hoary,
To prove her mistress had been sleeping double. And ciap a white cape on their mantles blue;
CXLI. And the sea dashes round the promontory,
But Julia mistress, and Antonia maid, And the loud breaker boils against the rock,
Appears like two poor harmless women, who And sober suns must set at five o'clock.
Of goblins, but stiil more of men, afraid,
Had thought one man might be deterr'd by two, 'Twas, as the watchmen say, a cloudy night:
And therefore side by side were gently laid, No moon, no stars, the wind was low or loud
Until the hours of absence should run throyli, By gusts, and many a sparkling hearth was bright And truant husband should return, and say, With the piled wood, round which the family
My dear, I was the first who came away.' crowd.
Now Julia found at length a voice, and cried,
In heaven's name, Don Alfonso, what d'ye
mean: A lobster salad, and champagne, and chat.
Has inadness scizeci you? Would that I had died CXXXVI. .
Ere such a monster's victim I had been ! 'Twas midnight ---Donna Julia was in bed,
What may this midnight violence betide ? Sleeping, most probably, when at her door
A sudden fit of drankenness or spleen?