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As if to ask liow you can dare to keep And Juan, on retiring for the night,

A vigil there, where all but death should sleep. Felt restless, and perplex'd, and compromised;

XIX. He thought Aurora Raby's eyes more bright

And the pale smile of beauties in the grave, Than Adeline (such is advice) advised,

The charins of other days, in starlight gleams If he had known exactly his own plight,

Glinumer on high: their buried locks still wave He probably would have philosophized;

Along the canvas: their eyes glance like dreams A great resource to all, and ne'er denied

On ours, or spars within some dusky cave, Till wanted : therefore Juan only sigh'd.

But death is imaged in their shadowy beams. XIII.

A picture is the past; even ere its frame He sigh'd : The next resource is the full moon,

Be gilt, who sate hath ceased to be the same. Where all sighs are deposited; and now

It happen'd, luckily, the chaste orb shone
As clear as such a climate will allow;

As Juan mused on mutability.

Or on his mistress-terms synonymous-
And Juan's mind was in the proper tone
To hail her with the apostrophe-O thou !

No sound except the echo of his sigh,
Of amatory egotism the Turism,

Or step, ran sadly through that antique linuse ; Which further to explain would be a truism.

When suddenly he heard, or thought so, nigh,

A supernatural agent-or a mouse,

Whose little nibbling rustle will embarrass
But lover, poet, or astronomer,

Most people, as it plays along the arras.
Shepherd or swain whoever may behold,
Feel solne abstraction when they gaze on her:

Great thoughts we catch from thence (besides a It was no inouse ; but lo! a monk, array'd

In cowl and beads, and ciusky garb), appear'cl, Sometimes, unless my feelings rather err) :

Now in the moonlight, and now lapsed in shade, Deep secrets to her rolling light are told :

Voith steps that trod as heavy, yet unheard : The ocean's tides and mortal's brains she sways, His garments only a slight murmur made: And also hearts, if there be truth in lays.

He moved as shadowy as the sisters weird,

But slowly; and as he passed Juan hy
Juan felt somewhat pensive, and disposed

Glanced, without pausing, on him a bright eye. For contemplation rather than his pillow:

The Gothic chamber, where he was enclosed, Juan was petrified : 1:e had heard a hint
Let in the rippling sound of the lake's billow,

Of such a spirit in these halls of old,
With all the mystery by midnight caused:

But thought, like most men, there was nothing in't Below his window waved (of course) a willow;

Beyond the rumour which such spots unfoll, And he stood gazing out on the cascade

Coin'd from surviving superstition's mint, That Aash'd, and after darken'd in the shade.

Which passes ghosts in currency like gold,

But rarely seen, like gold compared with paper :

And did he see this? or was it a vapour ?
Upon his table or his toilet—which
Of these is not exactly ascertain'd

XXIII. (I state this, for I am cautious to a pitch

Once, twice, thrice, pass'il, repass'd, the thing of air, Of nicety, where a fact is to be gain'd)

Or earth beneath, or heaven, or t'other place; A lamp burn'd high, while he leant from a niche,

And Juan gazed upon it with a stare, Where many a Gothic ornament remain'd,

Yet could not speak or nóve; but, on its base In chiseli'd stone and painted glass, and all

As stands a statue, stood: he felt his hair That time has left our fathers of their hall.

Twine like a knot of snakes around his face:

He tax'd his tongue for words, which were not XVII.

granted, Then, as the night was clear, though cold, he threw

To ask the reverend person what he wanted. His chamber door wide open-and went forth Into a gallery of a sombre hue.

XXIV. Long furnish'd with old pictures of great worth,

The third time, after a still longer pause, Of knight and dames, heroic and chaste too,

The shadow pass'd away—but where? The hall As doubtless should be people of high birth;

Was long, and thus far there was no great cause But, by dim lights, the portraits of the dead

To think his vanishinig unnatural:
Have something ghastly, desolate, and dread. Doors there were many, through which, by the laws

Of physics, bodies, whether short or tall,
The forms of the grim knight and pictured saint

Might come or go; but Juan could not state
Look living in the moon; and as you turn

Through which the spectre seeni'd to evaporate. Backward and forward to the echoes faint

XXV. Of your own footsteps, voices from the urn He stood-how long he knew not, but it seem'd appear to wake, and shadows wild and quaint

An age-expectant, powerless, with his eyes Start from the frames which fence their aspect Strain'd on the spot where first the figure gleamid: stern,

Then by degrees recall'd his energies,

And would have pass'd the whole off as a dream, Fair Adeline inquired if he were ill.
But could not wake: he was, he did surmise,

He started, and said, 'Yes-no-rather-yes.' Waking already, and return'd at length

The family physician had great skill, Back to his chamber, shorn of half his strength. And, being present, now began to express XXVI.

Ilis readiness to feel his pulse and tell All there was as he left it: still his taper

The cause ; but Juan said he was quite well, Burnt, and not blue, as modest tapers use,

XXXIII. . Receiving sprites with sympathetic vapour. Quite well; yes-no.'-These answers were mys He rubb'd his eyes, and they did not refuse

terious; Their office : he took up an old newspaper:

And yet his looks appear d to sanction both, The paper was right easy to peruse.

However they might savour of delirious : He read an article, the king attacking,

Something like illness of a sudden growth And a long eulogy of patent blacking.'

Weigh'd on his spirit, though by no means serions;

But for the rest, as he himself seem'd loth

To state the case, it might be ta'en for granted This savour'd of this world; but his hand shook :

It was not the physician that he wanted.
He shut his door, and, after having read

A paragraph, I think about Horne Tooke,
Undrest, and rather slowly went to bed.

Lord Henry, who had now discussid his chocolate, There, couch'd all snugly on his pillow's nook,

Also the muffin whereof he complain d, With what he'd seen his phantasy he fed ;

Said Juan had not got his usual look elate, And though it was no opiate, slumber crept

At which he marvell’d, since it had not rain'd:

Then ask'd her Grace what news were of the Duke Upon him by degrees, and so he slept.

of late. XXVIII.

Her Grace replied, his Grace was rather pain'd He woke betimes; and, as may be supposed, With some slight, light, hereditary twinges Ponder'd upon his visitant or vision,

Of gout, which rusts aristocratic hinges.
And whether it ought not to be disclosed,
At risk of being quizz'd for superstition.

The more he thought, the more his mind was posed; Then Henry turn'd to Juan, and address'd
In the meantime, his valet, whose precision

A few words of condolence on his state :
Was great, because his master brook'd no less,

"You look,' quoth he, 'as if you had had your rest Knock'd to inform him it was time to dress.

Broke in upon by the Black Friar of late.'

* What Friar!' said Juan; and he did his best XXIX.

To put the question with an air sedate, Jle dress'd; and, like young people, he was wont

Or careless; but the effort was not valid, To take some trouble with his toilet, but

To hinder him from growing still more pallid. This morning rather spent less time upon't : Aside his very mirror soon was put;

XXXVI. His curls fell negligently o'er his front;

Oh! have you never heard of the Black Friar, His clothes were not curb'd to their usual cut;

The spirit of these walls !—In truth, not l.' His very neckcloth's Gordian knot was tied

Why, Fame-but Faine, you know, 's sometimes a Almost an hair's breadth too inuch on one side.

Tells an odd story, of which by and by: (liar

Whether with time the spectre has grown shyer, XXX.

Or that our sires had a more gifted cye And when he walk'd down into the saloon,

For such sights, though the tale is half believed, He sate him pensive o'er a dish of tea,

The friar of late has not been oft perceived Which he perhaps had not discover'd soon,

XXXVII Had it not happen'd scalding hot to be,

The last time was I pray, said Adeline Which made him have recourse unto his spoon. So much distrait he was, that all could see

( Who watch'd the changes of Don Junn's brow,

And from its context thought she could divine That something was the matter-Adeline The first-but what she could not well divine.

Connections, stronger than he chose to avow,

With this same legend), 'if you but design

To jest, you'll choose some other theine just now: She look'd, and saw him pale, and turn'd as pale Because the present tale has oft been told,

Herself: then hastily look'd down and mutter'd And is not much improved by growing old.'
Something, but what's not stated in my tale.

Lord Henry said his inuffin was ill butter'd :
The Duchess of Fitz-Fulke play'd with her veil,

Jest!' quoth Milor; 'why, Adeline, you know And look at Juan hard, but nothing utter'd.

That we ourselves—'twas in the honeymoonAurora Raby, with her large dark eyes,

Saw "Well, no matter, 'twas so long ago! Survey'd him with a kind of calm surprise.

But, come, I'll set your story to a tune.'

Graceful as Dian when she draws her bow,

She seized her harp, whose strings were kindled But seeing him all cold and silent still,

As touch'd, and plaintively began to play (soch And everybody wondering more or less,

The air of 'Twas a Friar of Orders Grey."


He sweeps along in his dusky pall,
But add the words,' cried Henry, 'which you made: As o'er the grass the dew.
For A deline is half a poetess,'

Then gramercy ! for the Black Friar;

Heaven sain him ! farir or foul :
Turning round to the rest, he, smiling, said,
Of course the others could not but express

And whatsoe'er may be his prayer,

Let ours be for his soul.
In courtesy their wish to see display'd
By one, three talents, for there were no less-

The voice, the words, the harper's skill at once,

The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling wires Could hardly be united by a dunce.

Died from the touch that kindled them to sound;

And the pause follow'd, which, when song expires, XL.

Pervades a moment those who listen round; After some fascinating hesitation

And then, of course, the circle much admires, The charming of these charmers, who secm bound,

Nor less applauds, as in politeness bound,
I can't tell why, to this dissimulation

The tones, the feeling, and the execution,
Fair Adeline, with eyes fix'd on the ground To the performer's diffident confusion.
At first, then kindling into animation,

Added her sweet voice to the lyric sound,

Fair Adeline, though in a careless way, And sang, with much simplicity,-a merit

As if she rated such accomplishment Not the less precious, that we seldom hear it.

As the mere pastime of an idle day, Beware, beware of the Black Friar,

Pursued an instant for her own content, Who sitteth by Norinan stone,

Would now and then, as 'twere without display, For he mutters his prayer in the midnight air,

Yet with display, in fact, at times relent And his mass of the days that are gone.

To such performances, with haughty smile, When the Lord of the Hill, Am'indeville,

To show she could, if it were worth her while. Made Norman church his prey,

And expell'd the friars, one friar still
Would not be driven away.

Now this (but we will whisper it aside)

Was-pardon the pedantic illustrationThough he came in his might, with King Henry's Trampling on Plato's pride with greater pride, To turn church lands to lay,

(right, As did the Cynic on some like occasion : With sword in hand, and torch to light

Deeming the sage would be much mortificd, Their walls, if they said nay;

Or thrown into a philosophic passion, A monk remain'd, unchased, unchain'd,

For a spoilt carpet-but the Attic Bee' And he did not seem form'd of clay,

Was inuch consoled by his own repartee.
For he's seen in the porch, and he's seen in the

Though he is not seen by day. (church, Thus Adeline would throw into the shade
And whether for good, or whether for ill,

(By doing easily, whene'er she chose, It is not mine to say ;

What dilettanti do with vast parade) But still with the house of Amundeville

Their sort of half-profession, for it grows He abideth night and day.

To something like this when too oft display'd: By the marriage-bed of their lords, 'tis said,

And that it is so, everybody knows, He Aits on the bridal eve:

Who have heard Miss That or This, or Lady And 'tis held as faith, to their bed of death

T'other, He comes--but not to grieve.

Show off-to please their company or inother. When an heir is born, he's heard to mourn;

XLV. And when aught is to befall

Oh the long evenings of duets and trios ! That ancient line, in the pale moonshine

The admirations and the speculations : He walks from hall to hall,

The Mamma Mia's! and the Amor Mio's / His forın you may trace, but not his face,

TheTanti palpiti's' on such occasions : 'Tis shadow'd by his cowl,

The 'Lasciami's' and quaveringAddio's ! But his eyes may be seen from the folds between, Amongst our own most musical of nations : And they seem of a parted soul.

With 'Tu michamas's' from Portingale,

To soothe our cars, lest Italy should fail. But beware, beware of the Black Friar,

He still retains his sway; For he is yet the church's heir,

. I think it was a carpet on which Diogenes trod. Whoever may be the lay.

with-Thus I trample on the pride of Plato;' but as

aurpets are meant to be trodden upon, my meinory Amundeville is lord by day,

probably misgives me, and it ought to be a robe, or But the monk is lord by night;

tapestry, or table-cloth, or some other expensive or Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal

unicynical piece of furniture.

+ I remember that the mayoress of a provincial To question that friar's right.

town, somewhat surfeited with a similar display from

foreign parts, did rather indecorously break through Say nought to him as he walks the hall;

the applauses of an intelligent audience-intelligent, And he'll say nought to you:

I mean, as to music,---for the words, besides being


To bear on what appeard to her the subject in Babylon's bravuras-1s the home

Of Juan's nervous feelings on that day: Heart-ballads of Green Erin or Grey Highlands, Perhaps she merely had the simple project That bring Lochaber back to eyes that roam

To laugh him out of his supposed dismay ; O'er far Atlantic continents or islands,

Perhaps she might wish to confirin him in it, The calentures of inusic which o'ercome

Though why I cannot say-at least this minite. All inountaineers with dreams that they are nigh

LII. lands

But so far the immediate effect
No more to be beheld but in such visions-
Was Adeline well versed, as compositions.

Was to restore him to his self-propriety,

A thing quite necessary to the elect,

Who wish to take the tone of their society: She also had a twilight tnge of 'Blue,'

In which you cannot be too circumspect, Could write rhymes, and compose more than

Whether the mode be persiflage or piety, she wrote;

But wear the newest mantle of hypocrisy,
Made epigrams occasionally, too,

On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy.
Upon her friends, as everybody ought.
But still, from that sublimer azure hue,

So much the present dye, she was remote , And therefore Juan now began to rally
Was weak enough to deem Pope a great poet, His spirits, and, without more explanation,
And, what was worse, was not ashained to show it. To jest upon such themes in many a sally.

Her Grace, too, also seized the same occasion, XLVIII Aurora-since we are touching upon taste,

With various similar remarks to tally,

But wish'd for a still inore detail'd narration Which now-a-days is the thermometer, By whose degrees all characters are class'cl

Of this same mystic friar's curious doings, Was more Shaksperian, if I do not crr.

About the present family's deaths and wooings. The worlds beyond this world's perplexing waste

LIV. Had more of her existence, for in her

Of these, few could say more than has been said: There was a depth of feeling to embrace

They pass d, as such things do, for superstition Thoughts boundless, deep, but silent, too, as Space.

With some ; while others, who had more in dread XLIX.

The theme, half credited the same tradition. Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless Grace, And much was talk'd on all sides on that head :

The full-grown Hebc of Fitz-Fulke, whose mind, But Juan, when cross-question'd on the vision, If she had any, was upon her face,

Which some supposed (though he had not arow'd it) And that was of a fascinating kind.

Had stirr'd him, answer'd in a way to cloud it. A little turn for mischief you might trace

Also thereon--but that's not inuch: we find
Few females without some such gentle leaven,

And then, the mid-day having worn to one,
For fear we should suppose us quite in heaven. The company prepared to separate;

Some to their several pastines, or to none,
I have not heard she was at all poetic,

Some wondering 'twas so early, some so ate.

There was a goodly match, too, to be run
Though once she was seen reading the Bath


Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate,

And a young racehorse of old pedigree, And Hayley's Triumphs,' which she deem'd

Match'd for the spring, whom several went to see. Because she said her temper had been tried So much, the bard had really been prophetic

LVI. Of what she had gone through with-since a bride.

There was a picture-dealer, who had brought But of all verse, what most ensured her praise

A special Titian warranted original,
Were sonnets to herself, or boud's rimes.

So precious that it was not to be bought,

Though princes the possessor were besieging all. 'Twere difficult to say what was the object

The king himself had cheapen'd it, but thought Of Adeline, in bringing this same lay

The civil list he deigns to accept (obliging all

His subjects by his gracious acceptation) in recondite languages (it was some years before the Too scanty, in these times of low taxation. peace, ere all the world had travelled, and while I was a collegian), were sorely disguised by the per

LVII. formers; this mayoress, I say, broke out with : Rot your Italianos! for my part, I loves a simple ballat !

But as Lord Henry was a connoisseurRossini wil! go a good way to bring most people to The friend of artists, if not aris--the owner, the same opinion some day. Who would imagine With motives the most classical and pure: that he was to be the successor of Mozart? However, I state this with diffidence, as a liege and loyal ad.

So that he would have lean the very door mirer of Italian music in general, and of much of . Rather than seller, had his wants been fewer, Rossini's; but we may say, as the connoisseur did of the painting, in the Vicar of Ilakefield, 'that the pic.

So muci he deem'd his patronage an honnur, ture would be better painted if the painter had taken

Had brought the capa d operit, not for saie, inore pains.'

But for his judgment - never known to fail.


And morals of the country from caprices There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic

Of those who've not a licence for the same; Bricklayer of Babel, call'd an architect,

And of all things, excepting tithes and leases, Brought to survey these grey walls, which, though Perhaps these are most difficult to tamne: so thick,

Preserving partridges and pretty wenches, Might have from time acquired some slight defect, Are puzzles to the most precautious benches. Who, after rummaging the Abbey through thick

LXIV. And thin, produced a plan whereby to erect

The present culprit was extremely pale, New buildings of correctest conforination,

Pale as if painted so; her cheek being red
And throw down old, which he call'd restoration,

By nature, as in higher dames less hale

'Tis white, at least when they just rise from bed. 'The cost would be a trifle-an old song,

Perhaps she was ashamed of seeming frail, Set to some thousands ('tis the usual burden

Poor soul ! for she was country born and bred, Of that same tune, when people hum it long): And knew no better, in her immorality,

The price would specdily repay its worth in Than to wax white-for blushes are for quality.
An edifice no less sublime than strong,

By which Lord Henry's good taste would go

Her black, bright, downcast, yet espiègle eye forth in Its glory, through all ages, shining sunny,

Had gather'd a large tear into its corner, For Gothic daring shown in English money.*

Which the poor thing at times essay'd to dry,

For she was not a sentimental mourner,

Parading all her sensibility,
There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage

Nor insolent enough to scorn the scorner, Lord Henry wish'd to raise for a new purchase :

But stood in trembling, patient tribulation, Also a lawsuit upon tenures burgage,

To be call'd up for her examination. And one on tithes, which sure are Discord's torches,

LXVI. Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage,

Of course these groups were scatter'd here and Untying' squires 'to fight against the churches :'t Not nigh the gay saloon of ladies gent. (there, There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman,

The lawyers in the study; and in air For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman.

The prize pig, ploughman, poachers; the men

sent LXI.

From town, viz. architect and dealer, were There were two poachers caught in a steel trap,

Both busy (as a general in his tent, Ready for gaol, their place of convalescence:

Writing despatches) in their several stations,
There was a country girl, in a close cap

Exulting in their brilliant lucubrations.
And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, since-
Since-since-in youth, I had the sad mishap-

But luckily I've paid few parish fees since): But this poor girl was left in the great hall,
That scarlet cloak, alas, unclosed with rigour,

While Scout, the parish guardian of the frail, Presents the problem of a double figure.

Discuss'd (he hated beer yclept the 'small')

A mighty mug of moral double ale.
A reel within a bottle is a mystery:

She waited until justice could recall One can't tell how it e'er got in or out:

Its kind attentions to their proper pale, Therefore the present piece of natural history

To name a thing in nomenclature rather I leave to those who are fond of solving doubt ;

Perplexing for most virgins-a child's father. And merely state, though not for the consistory,

LXVIII. Lord Henry was a justice, and that Scout

You sec here was enough of occupation The constable, beneath a warrant's banner,

For the Lord Henry, link'd with dogs and horses. Had bagg'd this poacher upon Nature's manor. There was much bustle, too, and preparation LXIII.

Below stairs, on the score of second courses: Now justices of peace must judge all pieces

Because, as suits their rank and situation, Of mischief, of all kinds, and keep the game

Those who in counties have great land resources,

Have public days,' when all men may carouse, . Ausu Romano, are Veneto,' is the inscription

Though not exactly what's call'd 'open house.' and well inscribed in this instance) on the sca walls between the Adriatic and Venice. The walls were a

LXIX. republican work of the Venetians; the inscription I But once a week or fortnight, noninvited believe Imperial, and inscribed by Napoleon the First. It is time to continue to him that title; there

(Thus we translate a general invitation), will be a second by and by. Spes altera mundi,' if

All country gentlemen, esquired or knighted, he live : (the Duke of Reichstadt. He died at Vienna, May drop in, without cards, and take their station 1832.1 let him not defeat it like his father. But in At the full board, and sit alike delighted any case he will be preferable to imbeciles. There is a glorious field for him, if he know how to cultivate it.

With fashionable wines and conversation ; !Though ye untie the winds, and bid them fight

And, as the isthmus of the grand connection, Against the churches.' -Macbeth.

Talk o'er, themsclves, the past and next election.

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