LXVI. [nation; I've no great cause to love that spot of earth, Seven years (the usual term of transportation) Alas! could she but fully, truly know How her great name is now throughout abhorr'd; How eager all the earth is for the blow Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword; Would she be proud, or boast herself the free, In prison, but the jailer, what is he? No less a victim to the bolt and bar Upon the captive, freedom? He's as far LXIX. Don Juan now saw Albion's earliest beauties, Juan, though careless, young, and magnifique, Yet stared at this a little, though he paid it(His maggior duomo, a smart subtle Greek, LXXIII. They saw at Canterbury the Cathedral; In the same quaint, uninterested tone: The effect on Juan was of course sublime: He breathed a thousand Cressays, as he saw That casque, which never stoop'd except to Time. Even the bold Churchman's tomb excited awe, Who died in the then great attempt to climb O'er kings, who now at least must talk of law, Before they butcher. Little Leila gazed, And asked why such a structure had been raised : LXXV. And being told it was " God's house," she said He was well lodged, but only wonder'd how He suffer'd infidels in his homestead, The cruel Nazarenes, who had laid low His holy temples in the lands which bred The true believers ;--and her infant brow Was bent with grief that Mahomet should resign A mosque so noble, flung like pearls to swine. LXXVI. On, on! through meadows, managed like a garden, Countries of greater heat but lesser suction, LXXVII. And when I think upon a pot of beer But I won't weep!—and so, drive on, postillions! Rcfore him summ'd the awful scroll and read it :) A country in all senses the most dear But doubtless as the air, though seldom sunny, LXXI. On with the horses! Off to Canterbury! Tramp, tramp o'er pebble, and splash, splash through puddle; Hurrah! how swiftly speeds the post so merry! Their fare; and also pause, besides, to fuddle With "schnapps "-sad dogs! whom "Hundsfot " or "Ferflucter" Affect no more than lightning a conductor. Now, there is nothing gives a man such spirits, And merely for the sake of its own merits : To foreigner or native, save some silly ones, Who "kick against the pricks" just at this juncture And for their pains get only a fresh puncture LXXX. J'er the high hill which looks with pride or scorn Toward the great city :-ye who have a spark in Your veins of cockney spirit, smile or mourn, LXXXI. The sun went down, the smoke rose up, as from As one who, though he were not of the race, Revered the soil, of those true sons the mother, Who butcher'd half the earth, and bullied t' other. LXXXII. A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, On tiptoe, through their sea-coal canopy; LXXXIII. But Juan saw not this: each wreath of smoke Are bow'd, and put the sun out like a taper, LXXXIV. He paused and so will I-as doth a crew Before they give their broadside. By and by, My gentle countrymen, we will renew Our old acquaintance, and at least I'll try To tell you truths you will not take as true, Because they are so, a male Mrs. Fry, With a soft besom will I sweep your halls, And brush a web or two from off the walls. LXXXV. Oh, Mrs. Fry! why go to Newgate? Why Your hand at harden'd and imperial sin. A jargon, a mere philanthropic din, Unless you make their betters better:-Fie! I thought you had more religion, Mrs. Fry. LXXXVI. Teach them the decencies of good threescore: Too dull even for the dullest of excesses- A fool whose bells have ceased to ring at all, LXXXVII. Tell them, though it may be perhaps too late, 'Tis not so to be good; and be it stated, CANTO XI. I. WHEN Bishop Berkley said "there was no matter," II. What a sublime discovery 'twas, to make the That all's ideal-all ourselves? I'll stake the World (be it what you will) that that's no schism. Oh, doubt!-if thou be'st doubt, for which some take But which I doubt extremely-thou sole prism [thee, Of the truth's rays, spoil not my draught of spirit! Heaven's brandy-though our brain can hardly bear it. III. For, ever and anon comes indigestion, (Not the most "dainty Ariel,") and perplexes Our soarings with another sort of question: And that which, after all, my spirit vexes Of beings, stars, and this unriddled wonder, If it be chance; or if it be according To the old text, still better! lest it should Turn out so, we'll say nothing 'gainst the wording As several people think such hazards rude: They're right; our days are too brief for affording Space to dispute what no one ever could Decide, and every body one day will Know very clearly-or at least lie still. V. And therefore will I leave off metaphysical Discussions, which is neither here and there. If I agree that what is, is-then this I call Being quite perspicuous and extremely fair. The truth is, I've grown lately rather phthisical I don't know what the reason is-the air Perhaps; but as I suffer from the shocks Of illness, I grow much more orthodox. VI. The first attack at once proved the divinity, The fourth at once established the whole Trinity VII. To our theme-The man who has stood on the XIII. Juan yet quickly understood their gesture, And fired it into one assailant's pudding- And roar'd out, as he writhed his native nud in, XIV. On which Jack and his train set off at speed, And offering, as usual, late assistance. May not think much of London's first appearance-Stood calling out for bandages and lint, And wish'd he'd been less hasty with his flint. XV. "Perhaps," thought he, "it is the country's wont I recollect some innkeepers who don't XVI. But, ere they could perform this pious duty, The dying man cried, "Hold! I've got my gruel! XVII The cravat, stain'd with bloody drops, fell down With "Damn your eyes! your money or your life!" His pockets first, and then his body riddled. XI. These freeborn sounds proceeded from four pads, Jean, who did not understand a word Of English, save their shiboleth, "God damE And even that he had so rarely heard, He sometimes the right 'twas only their "salam," To my misfortune,) never can I say He from the world had cut off a great man, I heard them wish " God with you," save that way: So prime, so swell, so nutty, and so knowing ?' XX. But Tom s no more-and so no more of Tom. Heroes must die; and by God's blessing, 'tis Not long before the most of them go home. Hail! Thamis, hail! Upon thy verge it is That Juan's chariot, rolling like a drum In thunder, holds the way it can't well miss, Through Kennington and all the other "tons," Which make us wish ourselves in town at once; XXI. Through groves, so call'd as being void of trees, (Like lucus from no light;) through prospects named Mount Pleasant, as containing nought to please, Nor much to climb; through little boxes framed Of bricks, to let the dust in at your ease, With "To be let," upon their doors proclaim'd; Through "rows" most modestly call'd "Paradise," Which Eve might quit without much sacrifice ; XXII. Through coaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and a There mails fast flying off like a delusion; XXIII. Through this, and much, and more, is the approach Of travellers to mighty Babylon: Whether they come by horse, or chaise, or coach, With slight exceptions, all the ways seem one. 1 could say more, but do not choose to encroach Upon the guide-book's privilege. The sun Had set some time, and night was on the ridge Of twilight, as the party cross'd the bridge. XXIV. That's rather fine, the gentle sound of Thamis— XXV. The Druids' groves are gone-so much the better; Stone-Henge is not-but what the devil is it?But Bedlam still exists with its sage fetter, That madmen may not bite you on a visit; The Bench too seats or suits full many a debtor; The mansion-house, too, (though some people quiz| To me appears a stiff yet grand erection: [it,) But then the Abbey's worth the whole collection. XXVI. The line of lights, too, up to Charing-Cross, Match'd with the continent's illumination, Whose cities night by no means deigns to gloss: The French were not yet a lamp-lighting nation, And when they grew so-on their new-found lantern, Instead of wicks, they made a wicked man turn. XXVII. A row of gentleman along the streets XXVIII. But London's so well lit, that if Diogenes XXIX. Over the stones still rattling, up Pall-Mall, Through crowds and carriages-but waxing thinner As thunder'd knockers broke the long-seal'd spell Of doors 'gainst duns, and to an early dinne Admitted a small party as night fell, Don Juan, our young diplomatic sinner, Pursued his path, and drove past some hotels, St. James's Palace and St. James's "Hells."? XXX. They reach'd the hotel: forth stream'd from the front Into one of the sweetest of hotels, For those whom favor or whom fortune swells, (The den of many a diplomatic lost lie,) Until to some conspicuous square they pass, And blazon o'er the door their names in brass. XXXII. Juan, whose was a delicate commission, The exact affair on which he was sent o'er. 'Twas merely known that on a secret mission A foreigner of rank had graced our shore, Young, handsome, and accomplish'd, who was said (In whispers) to have turn'd his sovereign's head XXXIII. Some rumor also of some strange adventures XXXIV. I don't mean that they are passionless, but quite As if they acted with the heart instead, Of ladies' lucubrations? So they lead Juan presented in the proper place, To proper placemen, every Russ credential; And was received with all the due grimace, By those who govern in the mood potential, Who, seeing a handsome stripling with smooth face, Thought (what in state affairs is most essential) That they as easily might do the youngster, As hawks may pounce upon a woodland songster. XXXVI. They err'd, as aged men will do; but by And by we'll talk of that; and if we don't, "Twill be because our notion is not high Of politicians and their double front, Who live by lies, yet dare not boldly lie: Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it. XXXVII. And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but The truth in masquerade; and I defy Historians, heroes, lawyers, priests, to put A fact without some leaven of a lie. The very shadow of true truth would shut Up annals, revelations, poesy, And prophecy-except it should be dated Some years before the incidents related. XXXVIII Praised be all liars and all lies! Who now Is idle; let us, like most others, bow, Kiss hands, feet-any part of Majesty, After the good example of "Green Erin," Whose shamrock now seems rather worse for wear- Was well received by persons of condition. |