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Their images again, as in a glass,

CXIII. And in such colours that they seem to live;

But to the narrative. The vessel, bound
You may do right forbidding them to show 'em, With slaves to sell off in the capital,
But spoil (I think) a very pretty poem.

After the usual process, might be found

At anchor under the seraglio wall.
Oye who make the fortunes of all books!

Her cargo, from the plague being safe and sound, Benign Ceruleans of the second sex!

Were landed in the market, one and all, Who advertise new poems by your looks,

And there, with Georgians, Russians, and Cir. Your 'imprimatur' will ye not annex?

cassians, What I inust I go to the oblivious cooks

Bought up for different purposes and passions. Those Cornish plunderers of Parnassian wrecks !

Ah I must I then the only minstrel be,
Proscribed from tasting your Castalian tea ?

Some went off dearly; fifteen hundred dollars

For one Circassian, a sweet girl, were given, CIX.

Warranted virgin; beauty's brightest colours What! can I prove 'a lion' then no more?

Had deck'd her out in all the hues of heaven. A ball-room bard, a foolscap, hot-press darling ?

Her sale sent home some disappointed bawlers, To bear the compliments of many a bore,

Who bade on till the hundreds reach'd eleven; And sigh, 'I can't get out,' like Yorick's starling?

But when the offer went beyond, they knew Why then I'll swear, as poet Wordy swore, [ing,) 'Twas for the Sultan, and at once withdrew.

(Because the world won't read him, always snarl. That taste is gone, that fame is but a lottery,

CXV. Drawn by the blue-coat misses of a coterie.

Twelve negresses from Nubia brought a price

Which the West Indian market scarce would CX. O darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,'

bring: As some one somewhere sings about the sky,

Though Wilberforce, at last, has made it twice And I, ye learned ladies, say of you :

What 'twas ere Abolition; and the thing They say your stockings are so (Heaven knows

Need not seem very wonderful, for vice I have examined few pair of that hue):

Is always much more splendid than a king :

(why, Blue as the garters which serenely lie

The virtues, even the most exalted, Charity, Round the patrician left-legs, which adorn

Are saving-vice spares nothing for a rarity.
The festal midnight and the levée morn.


But for the destiny of this young troop,
Yet some of you are most seraphic creatures-

How some were bought hy pashas, some by But times are altered since, a rhyming lover,

Jews, You read my stanzas, and I read your features;

How some to burdens were obliged to stoop, And—but no matter, all those things are over.

And others rose to the command of crews Still, I have no dislike to learned natures,

As renegadoes; while, in hapless group, For sometimes such a world of virtues cover;

Hoping no very old vizier might choose, I knew one woman of that purple school,

The females stood, as one by one, they pick'd 'em, The loveliest, chastest, best, but--quite a fool.

To make a mistress, or fourth wife, or victim: CXII.

CXVII. Humboldt, 'the first of travellers,' but not

All this must be reserved for further song; The last, if late accounts be accurate,

Also our hero's lot, howe'er unpleasant Invented, by some name I have forgot,

(Because this canto has become too long.) As well as the sublime discovery's date,

Must be postponed discreetly for the present. An airy instrument, with which he sought

I'm sensible redundancy is wrong, To ascertain the atmospheric state,

But could not for the muse of me put less in 't; By measuring the intensity of blue;'

And now delay the progress of Don Juan, O, Lady Daphne, let me measure you!

Till what is call'd, in Ossian, the fifth Duan.



WHEN amatory poets sing their loves

In liquid lines mellifluously bland,
And pair their rhymes as Venus yokes her doves,

They little think what mischief is in hand.
The greater their success, the worse it proves,

As Ovid's verse may give to understand;
Even Petrarch's self, if judged with due severity,
Is the Platonic piinp of all posterity.

I therefore do denounce all amorous writing,

Except in such a way as not to attract;
Plain-simple-short, and by no means inviting,

But with a moral to each error tack'd,
Form'd rather for instructing than delighting,

And with all passio in their turn attack'd:
Now, if my Pegasus should not be shod ill,
This poem will become a moral model,


A mistress, and such comfortable quarters, The European with the Asian shore

To be put up for auction amongst Tartars,
Sprinkled with palaces:* the ocean stream

Here and there studded with a seventy-four; Were things to shake a stoic ; ne'ertheless,
Sophia's Cupola, with golden gleam;

Upon the whole his carriage was serene:
The cypress groves; Olympus high and hoar;

His figure and the splendour of his dress, The twelve isles, and the more than I could

Of which some gilded remnants still were seen, dream,

Drew all eyes on him, giving them to guess Far less describe, present the very view

He was above the vulgar by his mien; Which charm'd the charming Mary Montagu. And then, though pale, he was so very handsome: IV.

And then--they calculated on his ransom. I have a passion for the name of ‘Mary,'

X. For once it was a magic sound to me;

Like a backgammon board, the place was dotted And still it half ca!ls up the realms of fairy,

With whites and blacks, in groups, on show for Where I beheld what never was to be:

Though rather more irregularly spotted : [sale, All feelings changed, but this was last to vary, Some bought the jet, while others chose the pale ;

A spell from which even yet I'm not quite free; It chanced, among the other people lotted, But I grow sad--and let a tale grow cold,

A man of thirty, rather stout and hale,
Which must not be pathetically told.

With resolution in his dark grey eye,

Next Juan stood, till some might choose to buy. The wind swept down the Euxine, and the wave

XI. Broke foaming o'er the blue Symplegades; He had an English look ; that is, was square 'Tis a grand sight, from off the Giant's Grave,'t In make, of a complexion white and ruddy;

To watch the progress of those rolling seas Good teeth, with curling, rather dark brown hair; Between the Bosphorus, as they lash and lave

And, it night be from thought, or toil, or study, Europe and Asia, you being quite at ease : An open brow a little mark'd with care: There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,

One arm had on a bandage rather bloody : Turns up more dangerous breakers than the And there he stood with such sang froid, that Euxine.

greater VI.

Could scarce be shown even by a mere spectator. 'Twas a raw day of autunın's bleak beginning,

XII. When nights are equal, but not so the days;

But seeing at his elbow a mere lad,
The Parcze then cut short the further spinning

Of a high spirit evidently, though
Of seamen's fates, and the loud teinpests raise
The waters, and repentance for past sinning

At present weigh'd down by a doom which had

O'erthrown even men, he soon began to show In all who o'er the great deep take their ways.

A kind of blunt compassion for the sad They vow to amend their lives, and yet they don't ;

Lot of so young a partner in the woe, Because, if drowned, they can't-if spared, they

Which for himself he seem'd to deem no worse won't. VII.

Than any other scrape-a thing of course.
A crowd of shivering slaves, of every nation,

And age, and sex, were in the market ranged; My boy,' said he, 'amidst this motley crew
Each bevy with the merchant in his station :

of Georgians, Russians, Nubians, and what not, Poor creatures! their good looks were sadly All ragamuffins differing but in hue, changed;

With whom it is our luck to cast our lot, All, save the blacks, seem'd jaded with vexation, The only gentlemen seem I and you ; From friends, and home, and freedom, far So let us be acquainted, as we ought: estranged;

If I could yield you any consolation, nation? The negroes inore philosophy display'd, -

'Twould give me pleasure. ---Pray, what is your Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be fay'd.


When Juan answer'd, Spanish,' he replied,
Juan was juvenile, and thus was full,

'I thought, in fact, you could not be a Greek; As most at his age are, of hope and health ; Those servile dogs are not so proudly eyed : Yet I must own he look'd a little dull,

Fortune has play d you here a pretty freak, And now and then a tear stole down by stealth. But that's her way with all men, till they're tried ; Perhaps his recent loss of blood might pull

But never mind-she'll turn, perhaps, next week: His spirit down ; and then the loss of wealth, She has served me also much the same as you,

Except that I have found it nothing new.' . This expression of Homer has been much criti.

XV. cised. It hardly answers to our Atlantic ideas of the ocean, but is sufficiently applicable to the Hellespont

Pray, sir,' said Juan, 'if I may presume, and the Bosphorus, with the an intersected with What brought you here?- Oh, nothing very islands.

(doom, + The Giant's Grave'is a height on the Asiatic shore of the Bosphorus, much frequented by holiday

Six Tartars and a drag-chain ---To this parties, likę Harrow and Highgate.

But what conducted, if the question's fair,


Is that which I would learn. - I served for some

Months with the Russian army here and there; ''Tis true, it gets another bright and fresh,
And, taking lately, by Suwarrow's bidding,

Or fresher, brighter; but, the year gonc through,
A town, was ta'en myself, instead of Widdin.' This skin inust go the way too of all flesh,

Or sometimes only wcar a week or two; •Have you no friends 1-'I had; but, by God's

Love's the first net which spreads its deadly mesh: blessing,

Ambition, Avarice, Vengeance, Glory, glue Have not been troubled with them lately. Now

The glittering lime-twigs of our latter days,

Where still wc flutter on for pence or praise.' I have answer'd all your questions, without pressing,

XXIII. And you an equal courtesy should show.'

* All this is very fine, and may be true, • Alas !' said Juan, ''twere a tale distressing,

Said Juan;

but I really don't see how And long, besides.'—'Oh, if 'tis really so, It betters present times with me or you.' You're right, on both accounts, to hold your tongue; * No?' quoth thc other; 'yet you will allow, A sad tale saddens doubly, when 'tis long.

By setting things in their right point of view,

Knowledge at least is gain d: for instance, now XVII.

We know what slavery is; and our disasters • But droop not : Fortune, at your time of life,

May teach us better to bchave, when masters.' Although a female inoderately fickle,

Will hardly leave you (as she's not your wife)
For any length of days in such a pickle ;

Would we were masters now, if but to try
To strive, too, with our fate were such a strife

Their present lessons on our Pagan friends here." As if the corn-sheaf should oppose the sickle :

Said Juan, swallowing a heart-burning sigh; Men are the sport of circumstances, when

• Heaven help the scholar whoin his fortune sends The circumstances seem the sport of ir:en.'

'Perhaps we shall be one day, by and hy,' (here.'

Rejoind the other, when our bad luck mends XVIII.

here; ''Tis not,' said Juan, 'for my present doom

Meantime (yon old black eunuch seems to eye us) I mourn, but for the past. I loved a maid :

I wish to G-d that somebody would buy us. He paused, and his dark cye grew full of gloom;

XXV. A single tear upon his eyelash stay'd

‘But, after all, what is our present statc ? A moment, and then dropp'd; but to resume,

'Tis bad, and may be better-all men's lot: 'Tis not my present lot, as I have said, Which I deplore so much: for I have borne

Most men are slaves, none more so than the great, Hardships which have the hardiest overworn,

To their own whims, and passions, and what not ;

Society itself, which should create

Kindness, destroys what little we had got:
'On the rough deep. But this last blow-and To feel for none is the true social art

Of the world's stoics—men without a heart.' He stopp'd again, and turn'd away his face.

XXVI. * Ahl' quoth his friend, I thought it would

Just now a black old neutral personage That there had been a lady in the case ; (appear

of the third sex stept up, and peering over And these are things which ask a tender tear,

The captives, seem'd to mark their looks, and age, Such as I too would shed, if in your place;

And capabilities, as to discover I cried upon my first wife's dying day,

If they were fitted for the purposed cage:
And also when my second ran away:

No lady e'er is ogled by a lover,

Horse by a blackleg, broadcloth by a tailor,
• My third-' 'Your third l' quoth Juan, turning Fec by a counsel, felon by a jailor,

XXVII. "You scarcely can be thirty: have you three?" As is a slave by his intended bidder. 'No-only two at present above ground;

'Tis pleasant, purchasing our fellow-creatures; Surely 'tis nothing wonderful to see

And all are to be sold, if you consider One person thrice in holy wedlock bound !

Their passions, and are dext'rous: some by Well, then, your third,' said Juan, 'what did features She did not run away too-did she, sir ? (slie? Are boug!ıt np, others by a warlike leader; * No, faith. -What then!'-'I ran away froin her.' Some by a place-as tend their years or natures, XXI.

The most by ready cash-but all have prices, You take things coolly, sir,' said Juan. 'Why,'

Froin crowns to kicks, according to their vices. Replied the other, 'what can a man do?

XXVIII. There still are many rainbows in your sky,

The eunuch, having eyed them o'er with care, Butinine have vanish'd. All, when life is new, Turn'd to the inerchant, and began to bid Commence with feelings warm and prospects high; First but for one, and after for the pair. But time strips our illusions of their hue,

They haggled, wrangled, swore too-so they did! And one by one in turn, some grand mistake At though they were in a mere Christian fair, Casts off its br.ght skin ; early, like the snake. Cheapening an ox, an ass, a lamb, or kid;

So that thcir bargain scande I like a baltic

For this superior yrke of human cattle.

I gazed upon him, for I knew hin weil ;

And though I have seen many corpses, never At last they settled into simple grumbling,

Saw one, whom such an accident befell, And pulling out reluctant purses, and

So calm : though pierced through stomach, heart,

and liver, Turning each piece of silver o'er, and tumbling

He seem'd to sleep--for you could scarcely tell
Some down, and weighing others in their liand,
And by mistake sequins with paras jumbling,

(As he bled inwardly, no liideous river Until the sum was accurately scann'd;

Of gore divulged the cause) that he was deadAnd then the merchant, giving change, and signing

So as I gazed on him, I thought or said: Receipts in full, began to think of dining.


Can this be death? Then what is life or death? XXX. I wonder if his appetite was good ?

Speak!' but he spoke not. Wake!' but still he Or, if it were, if also his digestion.

slept. Methinks at meals some odd thoughts might intrude,

•But yesterday, and who had mightier breath? And conscience ask a curious sort of question

A thousand warriors by his word were kept About the right divine, how far we should

In awe: he said, as the centurion saith, Sell flesh and blood. When dinner has opprest

“Go," and he goeth; "come," and forth lie I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour (one,

stepp'd. Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four.

The trump and bugle till he spake were dumb

And now nought left him but the mumed drum.'

Voltaire says 'No'; he tells you that Candide
Found life most tolerable after meals :

And they who waited once and worshipp'd--they He's wrong-unless man were a pig, indeed;

With their rough faces throng'd about the bed, Repletion rather adds to what he feels,

To gaze once more on the commanding clay, Unless he's drunk, and then no doubt he's freed

Which for the last, though not the first, time From his own brain's oppression, while he reels.

bled. Of food I think with Philip's son,* or rather

And such an end I that he who many a day Ammon's (ill pleased with one world and one

Had faced Napoleon's foes until they fled, father);

The foremost in the charge or in the sally,

Should now be butcher'd in a civic alley.
I think, with Alexander, that the act

XXXVIII. . Of eating, with another act or two,

The scars of his old wounds were near his new, Makes us feel our mortality in fact

Those honourable scars which brought him Redoubled; when a roast and a ragout,

fame; And fish, and soup, by some side-dishes back d, And horrid was the contrast to the view Can give us either pain or pleasure, who

But let me quit the theme; as such things claim Would pique himself on intellects, whose use

Perhaps even more attention than is due Depends so much upon the gastric juice !

From me. I gazed (as oft I've gazed the same.) XXXIII.

To try if I could wrench aught out of death, The other evening ('twas on Friday last)

Which should confirm, or shake, or make, a faith. This is a fact, and no poetic fable

XXXIX. Just as my greatcoat was about me cast,

But it was all a mystery. Here we are, My hat and gloves still lying on the table,

And there we go-but where? Five bits of lead, I heard a shot-'twas cight o'clock scarce past, Or three, or two, or one, send very far! And, running out as fast as I was able,

And is this blood, then, form'd but to be shed ? I found the military commandant

Can every element our elements mar? Stretch'd in the street, and able scarce to pant.

And air-earth-water-fire live-and we dead? XXXIV.

IVe, whose minds coinprchend all things? No Poor fellow ! for some reason, surely bad,

more; They had slain him with five slugs, and left him

But let us to the story as before.
To perish on the pavement; so I had (there

Him borne into the house, and up the stair, The purchaser of Juan and acquaintance
And stripp'd, and look'd to. But why should I add Bore off his bargains to a gilded boat,

More circumstances? Vain was every care; Embark'd hinself and thein, and off they went The man was gone. In some Italian quarrel,

thence Killd by five bullets from an old gun-barrel.

As fast as oars could pull and water float. • See Plutarch, in Alex. ; Q. Curtius, Hist. Alex.

They look'd like persons being led to sentence, &c. &c.

Wondering what next, till the caique was + The assassination alluded to took place on the brought Sth of December, 1820, in the streets of R- not a hundred paces from the residence of the writer. The sawn half off ; it had just been discharged, and was circunstances were as described.

still warm. There was found close by him an old gun-barrel, • Light boat.

Up in a little creek below a wall

Each villa on the Bosphorus looks a screen
O'ertopp'd with cypresses, dark-green and tall. New painted, or a pretty opera scene.

Here their conductor, tapping at the wicket And nearer as they came, a genial savour
Of a small iron door, 'twas open'd, and

Of certain stews, and roast meats, and pilaus, He led them onward, first through a low thicket,

Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour, Flank'd by large groves, which tower'd on Made Juan in his harsh intentions pause, either hand :

And put himself upon his good behaviour : They almost lost their way, and had to pick it

His friend, too, adding a new saving clause, For night was closing ere they came to land.

Said, 'In heaven's name let's get some supper now, The cunuch made a sign to those on board,

And then I'm with you, if you're for a row.'
Who row'd off, leaving them, without a word.


Some talk of an appeal unto some passion,
As they were plodding on their winding way,

Some to men's feelings, others to their reason; Through orange bowers, and jasmine, and so The last of these was never much the fashion, forth :

For reason thinks all reasoning out of season. (of which I might have a good deal to say,

Some speakers whine, and others lay the lash on,

But more or less continue still to tease on,
There being no such profusion in the North,
Of oriental plants, et cetera,

With arguments according to their forte;'
But that of late your scribblers think it worth

But no one ever dreams of being short.
Their while to rear whole hotbeds in their works,

Because our poet travell’d 'mongst the Turks :) But I digress : Of all appeals-although

I grant the power of pathos and of gold,
As they were threading on their way, there came

Of beauty, flattery, threats, a shilling-no Into Don Juan's head a thought, which he

Method's more sure at moments to take hold Whisper'd to his companion : 'twas the same

Of the best feelings of mankind, which grow Which might have then occurr'd to you or me.

More tender, as we every day behold, 'Methinks,' said he, it would be no great shame

Than that all-softening, overpowering knell If we should strike a stroke to set us free;

The tocsin of the soul--the dinner-bell.
Let's knock that old black fellow on the head,

And march away,'twere easier done than said.' Turkey contains no bells, and yet men dine;

And Juan and his friend, albeit they heard “Yes,' said the other, and when done, what then?

No Christian knoll to table, saw no line How get out? How the devil got we in?

Of lackeys usher to the feast prepared, And when we once were fairly out, and when

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, From Saint Bartholomew we have saved our

And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared; skin, *

And gazed around them to the left and right, To-morrow'd see us in some other den,

With the prophetic eye of appetite.
And worse off than we hitherto have been.

Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take, And giving up all notions of resistance,
Like Lisau, for my birthright a beefsteak.

They follow'd close behind their sable guide,

Who little thought that his own crack'd existence • We must be near some place of man's abode;

Was on the point of being set aside. For the old negro's confidence in creeping,

He motion'd them to stop at some small distance, With his two captives, by so queer a road,

And knocking at the gate, 'twas open'd wide, Shows that he thinks his friends have not been And a magnificent large hall display'd sleeping;

The Asian pomp of Ottoman parade, A single cry would bring them all abroad :

LII. 'Tis therefore better looking before leaping- I won't describe--description is my forte; And there, you see, this turn has brought us

But every fool describes, in these bright days, through;

His wondrous journey to some foreign court, By Jove, a noble palace !---lighted, too.'

And spawns his quarto, and demands your praiseXLVI.

Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport; It was indeed a wide, extensive building

While Nature, tortured twenty thousand ways, Which opend on their view, and o'er the front Resigns herself, with exemplary patience, There seemd to be besprent a deal of gilding To guide-books, rhymes, tours, sketches, illustra. And various liues, as is the Turkish wont

tions. A gaudy tastc: for they are little skill'd in

LIII. The arts of which these lands were once the

Along this hall, and up and down, some, squatted fount:

Upon their hams, were occupied at chess;

Others in monosyllable talk chatted, (dress, * St. Bartholomew was flayed alive,

And some seem'd much in love with their own

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