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A cure for grief- for what can ever rankle land ignara loquor;' these are Vuga, 'quarum Before a petticoat and peeping ankle ? Pars parva fuii' but still art and part.

Now I could inuch m re casily sketch a larein, And when, upon a silent, sullen day,
A batte, wreck, or history of the heart,

With a sirocco, for example, blowing,
Than these things; and, besides, I wish to spare When even the sea looks diin with all its spray,
For reasons which I choose to keep apart.

And sulkily the river's ripple's flowing, Verabo Cereris sacrum qui vulgarit-

And the sky shows that very ancient grey, Which means that vulgar people must not share it. The sober, sad antithesis to glowing, XXII.

'Tis pleasant, if then anything is pleasant, And therefore what I throw off is ideal

To catch a glimpse even of a pretty peasant. Lower'd, leaveu d, like a history of freemasons;

Which bears the same relation to the real,

We left our heroes and our heroines [mate,
As Captain Parry's voyage inay do to Jason's. In that fair clime which don't depend on cli-
The grand arcanum's not for men to see all; Quite independent of the Zodiac's signs,
My music has some mystic diapasons :

Though certainly more difficult to rhyme at,
And there is much which could not be appreciated Because the sun, and stars, and aught that shines,
In any manner by the uninitiated.

Mountains, and all we can be most sublime at,

Are there oft dull and dreary as a din
Alas! worlds fall-and woman, since she feli'd

Whether a sky's or tradesinan's is all one. The world (as, since that history, less polite

XXX. Than true, hath been a creed so strictly held),

An in-door life is less poetical;

(sleet, Has not yet given up the practice quite.

And out-of-door hath showers, and mists, and Poor thing of usages i coerced, compellid,

With which I could not brew a pastoral : Victim when wrong, and martyr oft when right, But, be it as it may, a bard must meet Condemnd to child-bed, as men, for their sins,

All difficulties, whether great or small, Have shaving too entailed upon their chins,

To spoil his undertaking or complete ;

And work away, like spirit upon matter,

Embarrass'd somewhat both with fire and water.
A daily plague, which, in the aggregate,

May average, on the whole, the parturition;
But as to women, who can penetrate

Juan—in this respect at least like saints-
The real sufferings of their she condition?

Was all things unto people of all sorts, Man's very sympathy with their estate

And lived contentedly, without complaints, Has much of selfishness and more suspicion.

In camps, in ships, cottages, or courts; Their love, their virtue, beauty, education,

Born with that happy soul which seldom faints,
But form good housekeepers, to breed a nation. And mingling modestly in toils or sports.

He likewise could be most things to all women,

Without the coxcombry of certain she men.
All this were very well, and can't be better;

But even this is difficult, Heaven knows !

A fox-hunt to a foreigner is strange :
So many troubles from her birth beset her,
Such small distinction between friends and foes,

'Tis also subject to the double danger The gilding wears so soon from off her fetter,

Of tumbling first, and having, in exchange, That-but ask any woman if she'd choose

Some pleasant jesting at the awkward stranger. (Take her at thirty, that is) to have been

But Juan had been early taught to range Female or male, a school-boy or a queen.

The wilds, as doth an Arab turn'd avenger;

So that his horse, or charger, hunter, hack,

Knew that he had a rider on his back. • Petticoat influence' is a great reproach,

XXXIII. Which even those who obey would fain be

And now in this new field, with some applause, thought

He clear'd hedge, ditch, and double post, and To fly from, as from hungry pikes a roach;

rail, But since beneath it, upon earth, we're brought,

And never craned, and made but few faux pas,
By various joltings of life's hackney coach,

And only fretted when the scent 'gan fail,
I for one venerate a petticoat-
A garment of a mystical sublimity,
No matter whether russet, silk, or dimity.

* Craning. To crane'is, or was, an expression

used to denote a gentleman stretching out his neck XXVII.

over a hedge to look before he leaped,-a patise in

his.vaulting ambition' which in the field doth oca. Much I respect, and much I have adored

sion some delay and execration in those who may be In my young days, that chaste and goodly veil, immediately behind the equestrian sceptic. Sir, if Which holds a treasure like a miser's hoard,

you don't choose to take the lead, let me,' was a And more attracts by all it doth conceal

phrase which generally sent the aspirant on again; A golden scabbard on a Damasque sword,

and to good purpose for though the horse and

rider' might fall, they made a gap, through which, A loving letter with a mystic seal,

and over him and his steed, the field Inight Follow

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He broke, 'tis truc, some statutes of the laws

XL. Of hunting—for the sagest youth is frail:

Or like flying Hour betore Aurora, Rode o'er the hounds, it may be, now and then,

In Guido's famous fresco, which alone And once o'er several country gentlemen,

Is worth a tour to Rome, although no more a'

Remnant were there of the old world's sole XXXIV.

throne. But, on the whole, to general admiration

The tout ensemble of his movements wore a He acquitted both himself and horse: the

Grace of the soft ideal seldom shown, squires

And ne'er to be described : for, to the dolour Marvell'd at merit of another nation ;

Of bards and prosers, words are void of colour. The boors cried, Dang it, who'd have thought

XLI. it!'-Sires,

No marvel then he was a favourite :
The Nestors of the sporting generation,
Swore praises, and recall'd their former fires :

A full-grown Cupid, very much admired:
The huntsinan's self relented to a grin,

A little spoilt, but by no means so quite ; And rated him almost a whipper-in.

At least he kept his vanity retired.

Such was his tact, he could alike delight

The chaste, and those who're not so much in. Such were his trophies—not of spear and shield,

spired: But leaps, and bursts, and sometimes foxes' The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke, who loved tracasserie, brushes;

Began to treat him with some small agacerie. Yet I must own-although in this I yield

XLII. To patriot sympathy a Briton's blushes

She was a fine and somewhat full-blown blonde, He thought at heart, like courtly Chesterfield,

Desirable, distinguish'd, celebrated Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes,

For several winters in the grand, grande monde, And what not, though he rode beyond all price,

I'd rather not say what might be related Ask'd, next day, 'if men ever hunted twice,'

Of her exploits, for this were ticklish ground; XXXVI.

Besides, there might be falsehood in what's He also had a quality uncommon

stated : To early risers after a long chase,

Her late performance had been a dead set Who wake in winter ere the cock can summon

At Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. December's drowsy day to his dull race

XLIII. A quality agreeable to woman,

This noble personage began to look When her soft, liquid words run on apace,

A little black upon this new flirtation : Who likes a listener, whether saint or sinner- But such small licences must lovers brook, He did not fall asleep just after dinner,

Mere freedoms of the female corporation.

Woe to the man who ventures a rebuke!

"Twill but precipitate a situation
But, light and airy, stood on the alert,
And shone in the best part of dialogue,

Extremely disagreeable, but common

To calculators, when they count on woman.
By humouring always what they might assert,
And listening to the topics most in vogue :

Now grave, now gay, but never dull or pert :

The circle smiled, then whisper'd, and then sneerd; And smiling but in secret-cunning rogue !

The misses bridled, and the matrons frown'd: He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer :

Some hoped things might not turn out as they In short, there never was a better hearer,

fear'd ;

Some would not deem such women could be found; XXXVIII.

Some ne'er believed one-half of what they heard; And then he danced-all foreigners excel

Some look'd perplex'd, and others look'd proThe serious Angles in the eloquence

found; of pantomime-he danced, I say, right well,

And several pitied, with sincere regret,
With emphasis, and also with good sense

Poor Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.
A thing in footing indispensable :
He danced without theatrical pretence ;

Not like a ballet-master in the van

But what is odd, none ever named the Duke, Of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.

Who, one might think, was something in the

affair: XXXIX.

True, he was absent, and, 'twas rumour'd, took Chaste were his steps, each kept within due bound But small concern about the when, or where, And elegance was sprinkled o'er his figure:

Or what his consort did : if he could brook Like swift Camilla, hé scarce skimın'd the ground, Her gaieties, none had a right to stare.

And rather held in than put forth his vigour, Theirs was that best of unions, past all doubt, And then he had an ear for music's sound,

Which never meets, and therefore can't fall out. Which might defy a crotchet critic's rigour:

XLVI. Such classic pas-sans flaws- set off our hero, But-oh that I should ever pen so sad a line He glanced like a personified Bulero:

Fired with an abstract love of virtue, she,

My Dian of the Ephesiani, Lady Adeline,

His inexperience moved her gentle ruth,
Began to think the Duchess' conduct free; And (as her junior by six weeks) his youth.
Regretting much that she had chosen so bad a line,

And waxing chiller in her courtesy,
Look'd grave and pale to see her friend's fragility,

These forty days' advantage of her years-
For which most friends reserve their sensibility,

And liers were those which can face calculation,

Boldly referring to the list of peers,

And noble births, nor dread the enumerationThere's nought in this bad world like sympathy:

Gave her a right to have inaternal fears 'Tis so becoming to the soul and face;

For a young gentleman's fit education ; Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh,

Though she was far from that leap-year, whose And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace.

leap Without a friend, what were humanity,

In female dates, strikes Time a!l of a heap
To hunt our errors up with a good grace!
Consoling us with— Would you had thought twice!

Ah! if you had but follow'd my advice !

This may be fix'd at somewhere before thirty

Say seven-and-twenty, for I never knew

The strictest in chronology and virtue
Oh, Job! you had two friends : one's quite enough,

Advance beyond, while they could pass for new. Especially when we are ill at ease:

Oh Time! why dost not pause? Thy scythe, so They are but bad pilots when the weather's rough;

dirty Doctors less famous for their cures than fees.

With rust, should surely cease to hack and hew. Let no man grumble when his friends fall off,

Reset it: shave more smoothly, also slower,
As they will do like leaves at the first breeze:

If but to keep thy credit as a inower.
When your affairs come round, one way or t'other,
Go to the coffeehouse, and take another. *


But Adeline was far from that ripe age,

Whose ripeness is but bitter at the best.
But this is not my maxim: had it been,
Some heart-aches had been spared me : yet I

'Twas rather her experience made her sage;

For she had seen the world, and stood its test, care not

As I have said in-1 forget what page: I would not be a tortoise in his screen

My Muse despises reference, as you've guess'd Of stubborn shell, which waves and weather

By this time ;-but strike six from seven-andwear not,

twenty. 'Tis better, on the whole, to have felt and seen That which humanity may bear, or bear not:

And you will find her sum of years in plenty. 'Twill teach discernment to the sensitive,

LY. And not to pour their ocean in a sicve.

At sixteen she came out, presented, vaunted;

She put all coronets into commotion :
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,

Al seventeen, too, the world was still enchanted

With the new Venus of their brilliant ocean: Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, 'I told you so,'

At eighteen, though below her feet still panted

A hecatomb of suitors with devotion, Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past,

She had consented to create again
Who, 'stead of saying what you now should do,

That Adam, callid 'the happiest of men.
Own they foresaw that you would fall at last,
And solace your slight lapse 'gainst bonos inores,

With a long memorandum of old stories.

Since then she had sparkled through three glow.

ing winters, LI.

Admired, adored; but also so correct. The Lady Adeline's serene severity

That she had puzzled all the acutest hinters, Was not confined to feeling for her friend,

Without the apparel of being circumspect. Whose fame she rather doubted with posterity, Unless her habits should begin to mend;

They could not even glean the slightest splinters

From off the marble, which had no defect. But Juan also shared in her austerity,

She had also sratch'd a moment, since her mar. But inix'd with pity, pure as e'er was pennd:

riage, * In Swift's or Horace Walpole's letters, I think it

To bear a son and heir—and one uniscarriage. is mentioned that somebody, regretting the loss of a

LVII. friend, was answered by an universal Pylades: When I lose one. I go to the St. James's Coffeehouse, and Fondly the wheeling fire-flies flew around her, take another.'

Those little glitterers of the London night: I recollect having heard an anecdote of the same kind. Sir W. D. was a great gamester. Coming in

But none of these possess'd a sting to wound her one day to the club of which he was a member, he She was a pitch beyond a coxcomb's flight. was observed to melancholy. What is the Perhaps she wish'd an aspirant profounder; matter, Sir William ? cried Hare, of facetious memory. . . Ah,' replied Sir W., I have just lost poor

But whatsoe'er she wish'l, she acted right : Lady D.' Lost! What al-Quince or Hasard !

And whether coldness, pride, or virtue, dignify was the consolatory rejoinder of the querist.

A woman, so she's good, what does it signify ?


No wonder then a purer soul should dread I hate a motive, like a lingering bottle,

This sort of chaste liaison for a friend : Which with the landlord inakes too long a stand, It were much better to be wed or dead, Leaving all claretless the unmoisten'd throttle,

Than wear a heart a woman loves to rend. Especially with politics on hand:

'Tis best to pause, and think, ere you rush on, I hate it, as I hate a drove of cattle,

If that a bonne fortune be really bonne.
Who whirl the dust, as simooms whirl the sand :

hate it, as I hate an arguinent,

And first, in the o'erflowing of her heart, A laureate's ode, or servile peer's 'content.'

Which really knew, or thought it knew, no guile, LIX.

She call'd her husband now and then apart, 'Tis sad to hack into the roots of things,

And bade him counsel Juan. With a smile,
They're so much intertwisted with the earth: Lord Henry heard her plans of artless art
So that the branch a goodly verdure flings,

To wean Don Juan from the siren's wile;
I reck not if an acorn gave it birth.

And answer'd, like a statesman or a prophet, To trace all actions to their secret springs,

In such guise that she could make nothing of it. Would make indeed some melancho y mirth;

LXVI. But this is not at present my concern,

Firstly, he said, 'he never interfered
And I refer you to wise Oxenstiern.*

In anybody's business but the king's.'

Next, that'he never judged from what appear'd, With the kind view of saving an eclat,

Without strong reason, of those sort of things;' Both to the Duchess and diplomatist,

Thirdly, that`Juan had more brain than beard, The Lady Adeline, as soon 's she saw

And was not to be held in leading strings;' That Juan was unlikely to resist

And fourthly, what need hardly be said twice, (For foreigners don't know that a faux pas

'That good but rarely came from good advice.' In England ranks quite on a different list

From those of other lands, unblest with juries, And therefore, doubtless to approve the truth
Whosé verdict for such sin a certain cure is)

Of the last axiom, he advised his spouse

To leave the parties to themselves, forsoothThe Lady Adeline resolved to take

At least as far as bienseance allows; Such measures as she thought might best impede That time would temper Juan's faults of youth ; The further progress of this sad mistake.

That young men rarely made monastic vows; She thought with some simplicity indeed;

That opposition only more attachesBut innocence is bold even at the stake,

But here a messenger brought in despatches; And simple in the world, and doth not need,

LXVIII. Nor use, those palisades by dames erected,

And being of the council called 'the Privy,'
Whose virtue lies in never being detected.

Lord Henry walk'd into his cabinet,

To furnish matter for some future Livy,
It was not that she fear'd the very worst :

To tell how he reduced the nation's debt; His Grace was an enduring married man,

And if their full contents I do not give ye,
And was not likely all at once to burst

It is because I do not know them yet ;
Into a scene, and swell the clients' clan

But I shall add them in a brief appendix,
Of Doctors' Commons; but she dreaded first

To come between mine epic and its index. The magic of her Grace's talisman,

LXIX. And next a quarrel (as he seem'd to fret)

But ere he went, he added a slight hint,
With Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.

Another gentle coinmonplace or two,

Such as are coin'd in conversation's mint,
Her Grace, too, pass'd for being an intriguinte,

And pass, for want of better, though not new; And somewhat méchante in her amorous sphere;

Then broke his packet to see what was in't,
One of those pretty, precious plagues, which haunt

And, having casually glanced it through,
A lover with caprices soft and dear,

Retired; and, as he went out, calmly kiss'd her, That like to make a quarrel, when they can't

Less like a young wife than an aged sister. Find one, each day of the delightful year;

LXX. Bewitching, torturing, as they freeze or glow, He was a cold, good, honourable man, And what is worst of all-won't let you go:

Proud of his birth, and proud of everything: 1.XIV.

A goodly spirit for a state divan, The sort of thing to turn a young man's head,

A figure fit to walk before a king: Or make a Werter of him in the end.

Tall, stately, formid to lead the courtly van

On birthdays, glorious, with a star and string; . The famous Chancellor Oxenstiern said to nis son,

The very model of a chamberlainon the latter expressing his surprise upon the great And such I mean to make him, when I reign. effects arising from petty causes in the presumed

LXXI. inystery of politics : You see by this, my son, with how little wisdom the kingdoms of the world are

But there was something wanting on the whole

I don't know what, and therefore cannot tell


Which pretty women-the sweet souls !-call soul. The earliest knowledge from the tree so knowing, Certes it was not body: he was well

As far as I know, that the church receives : Proportion'd, as a poplar or a poie,

And since that time it need not cost much showing A handsome man, that human miracle ;

That many of the ills o'er which inan grieves, And in each circumstance of love or war,

And still more women, spring from not employing Had still preserved his perpendicular.

Some hours to make the remnant worth enjoying. LXXII.

LXXIX, Still there was something wanting, as I've said

And hence high life is oft a dreary void, That undefinable. Je ne sçais quoi;'

A rack of pleasures, where we must invent Which, for what I know, inay of yore have led

A something wherewithal to be annoy'd. To Homer's Iliad, since it drew to Troy

Bards may sing what they please about Content: The Greek Eve, Helen, from the Spartan's bed ;

Contented, when translated, means but cloy'd; Though, on the whole, no doubt, the Dardan boy

And hence arise the woes of sentiment, Was much inferior to King Menelaus :

Blue-devils, and blue-stockings, and romances, But thus it is some women will betray us.

Reduced to practice, and perform'd like dances. LXXIII. There is an awkward thing which much perplexes,

LXXX Unless like wise Tiresias we had proyed,

I do declare, tipon an affidavit, By turns, the difference of the several sexes:

Romances I ne'er read like those I've seen;

Nor, if unto the world I ever gave it,
Neither can show quite how they would be loved.
The sensual for a short time but connects us-

Would some believe that such a tale had been The sentimental boasts to be unmoved;

But such intent I never had, nor have it ; But both together form a kind of Centaur,

Some truths are better kept behind a screen, Upon whose back 'tis better not to venture,

Especially when they would look like lies :

I therefore deal in generalities,
A something all-sufficient for the hear

Is that for which the sex are always seeking: An oyster may be cross'd in love and why!
But how to fill up that same vacant part ?

Because he niopeth idly in his shell, There lies the rub-and this they are but weak in.

And heaves a lonely subterraqueous sigh,
Frail mariners afloat with a chart, Ling ; Much as a monk may do within his cell.

They run before the wind through high seas break- And a propos of monks, their piety
And when they've made the shore through every

With sloth hath found it difficult to dwell; 'Tis odd, or odds, it may turn out a rock. (shock, Those vegetables of the Catholic creed LXXV.

Are apt exceedingly to run to seed.
There is a flower called 'Love in Idieness,

For which see Shakspeare's ever-blooming garden: Oh Wilberforce i thou man of black renown,
I will not make his great description less,

Whose merit none enough can sing or say, And beg his British godship's humble pardon, Thou hast struck one immense Colossus down, If, in my extremity of rhyme's distress,

Thou moral Washington of Africa ! I touch a single leaf where he is warden ;-- But there's another little thing, I own, But though the flower is different, with the French Which you should perpetrate some summer's day, Or Swiss Rousseau, cry 'Voilà la Pervenche l' And set the other half of earth to rights; LXXVI.

You have freed the blacks-now pray shut up the Eureka! I have found it! What I mean


To say is, not that idleness,
But that in love such idleness has beer.

Shut up the bald-coot bully Alexander;
An accessory, as I have cause to guess.

Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal; Hard labour's an indifferent go-between;

Teach thein that sauce for goose is saucc for Your men of business are not apt to express

gander,' Much passion, since the merchant-ship the Argo

And ask them how they like to be in thrall. Convey'd Medea as her supercago,

Shut up each high heroic salamander,

Who eats fire gratis (since the pay's but small); LXXVII.

Shut up-no, not the King, but the Pavilion, 'Beatus ille procul I' from ' negotiis.'

Or else 'twill cost us all another million.
Saith Horace: the great little poet's wrong;
His other maxim, Noscitur à sociis!

Is much more to the purpose of his song;

Shut up the world at large; let Bedlam out; Though even that were sometimes too ferocious, And you will be perhaps surprised to find Unless good company be kept too long

All things pursue exactly the same route,
But in his teeth, whate'er their state or station, As now with those of soi-disant sound mind.
Thrice happy they who have an occupation, This I could prove beyond a single doubt,

Were there a jot of sense among mankind;
Adam exchanged his Paradise for ploughing: But till that point d'appui is found, alas,
Evo made up millinery with fig leaves

Like Archimedes, I leave earth as 'twas.

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