721 CANTO XVI. I. VII. I merely mean to say what Johnson said, That in the course of some six thousand years, All nations have believed that from the dead A visitant at intervals appears; And what is strangest upon this strange head, Is that whatever bar the reason rears 'Gainst such belief, there's something stronger still In its behalf, let those deny who will. VIII. THE antique Persians taught three useful things,-The dinner and the soirée too were done, The cause of this effect, or this defect, "For this effect defective comes by cause,"Is what I have not leisure to inspect; But this I must say in my own applause, Whate'er may be her follies or her flaws III. And as she treats all things, and ne'er retreats A wilderness of the most rare conceits, Yet mix'd so slightly that you can't complain, IV. But of all truths which she has told, the most I said it was a story of a ghost What then? I only know it so befell. Have you explored the limits of the coast Where all the dwellers of the earth must dwell? 'Tis time to strike such puny doubters dumb as The skeptics who would not believe Columbus. V. Some people would impose now with authority, Is always greatest at a miracle. But Saint Augustine has the great priority, Who bids all men believe the impossible, Because 'tis so. Who nibble, scribble, quibble, he Quiets at once with "quia impossibile." VI. And therefore, mortals, cavil not all; And if it is impossible, you shall: 'Tis always best to take things upon trust. 1 do not speak profanely to recall Those holier mysteries, which the wise and just Receive as gospel, and which grow more rooted, As all truths must, the more they are disputed. The supper too discuss'd, the dames admired The evaporation of a joyous day Is like the last glass of champagne, without Has sparkled and let half its spiret out. X. Or like an opiate which brings troubled rest, XI. But next to dressing for a rout or ball, Thoughts quite as yellow, but less clear than ambo The nights and days most people can remember, And Juan, on retiring for the night, Felt restless and perplex'd, and compromised; XIII. He sigh'd;-rhe next resource is the full moon. To hail her with the apostrophe-" Oh, thou!" Which further to explain would be a truism. XXVIII. He woke betimes; and, as may be supposed, At risk of being quizz'd for superstition. XXIX. He dress'd; and, like young people he was wont His clothes were not curb'd to their usual cut; His very neckcloth's Gordian knot was tied Almost a hair's breadth too much on one side. XXX. And when he walk'd down into the saloon, XXXI. She look'd and saw him pale, and turn'd as pale XXXII. But seeing him all cold and silent still, Fair Adeline inquired if he were ill? He started, and said, "Yes-no-rather-yes." The family physician had great skill, And, being present, now began to express His readiness to feel his pulse, and tell The cause, but Juan said "he was quite well." XXXIII. "Quite well; yes, no.”—These answers were mysterious, And yet his looks appeared to sanction both, However they might savor of delirious; Something like illness of a sudden growth Weigh'd on his spirit, though by no means serious: But for the rest, as he himself seem'd loth To state the case, it might be ta'en for granted, It was not the physician that he wanted. XXXIV. Lord Henry, who had now discuss'd his chocalate, At which he marvell'd, since it had not rain'd; After some fascinating hesitation,— The charming of these charmers, who seem bourd I can't tell why, to this dissimulation- Added her sweet voice to the lyric sound, Beware! beware! of the Black Friar, Who sitteth by Norman stone, Though. he came in his might, with King Henry's Now this (but we will whisper it aside) To turn church lands to lay, With sword in hand, and torch to light Their walls, if they said nay, A monk remain'd, unchased, unchain'd, And he did not seem form'd of clay, [right, Was-pardon the pedantic illustrationTrampling on Plato's pride with greater pride, As did the Cynic on some like occasion; Deeming the sage would be much mortified Or thrown into a philosophic passion, For he's seen in the porch, and he's seen in the For a spoil'd carpet-but the "Attic Bee" Though he is not seen by day. Was much consoled by his own repartee. 3. And whether for good, or whether for ill, But still with the house of Amundeville, By the marriage-bed of their lords, 'tis said, And 'tis held as faith, to their bed of death 4. When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn, That ancient line, in the pale moonshine His form you may trace, but not his face, [church, But his eyes may be seen from the folds between, 5. But beware! beware! of the Black Friar. For he is yet the church's heir, But the monk is lord by night, Nor wine nor wassil could raise a vassal 6. Say nought to him as he walks the hall, Then gramercy! for the Black Friar; XLI. The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling wires XLII. Fair Adeline, though in a careless way, Pursued an instant for her own content, I have not heard she was at all poetic, [Guide," But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,- Because, she said, her temper had been tried So much, the bard had really been prophetic Of what she had gone through with-since a bride. But of all verse what most insured her praise Were sonnets to herself, or "bouts rimés." LI. 'Twere difficult to say what was the object To laugh him out of his supposed dismay; Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it, Though why I cannot say-at least this minute. LII. But so far the immediate effect Was to restore him to his self-propriety, A thing quite necessary to the elect, Who wish to take the tone of their society; In which you cannot be too circumspect, Whether the mode be persiflage or piety, But wear the newest mantle of hypocrisy, On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy. LIII. And therefore Juan now began to rally His spirits, and, without more explanation, To jest upon such themes in many a sally. Her grace, ton, also seized the same occasion, With various similar remarks to tally, But wish'd for a still more detail'd narration Of this same mystic friar's curious doings, About the present family's deaths and wooings. LIV. Of these few could say more than has been said; And then, the midday having worn to one, Between some grayhounds on my lord's estate, LVI. There was a picture-dealer, who had brought Though princes the possessor were besieging all. The friend of artists, if not arts,-the owner, With motives the most classical and pure, So that he would have been the very donor Rather than seller, had his wants been fewer, So much he deem'd his patronage an honor, Had brought the capo d'opéra, not for sale, But for his judgment,-never known to fail. There were two poachers caught in a steel trap, A reel within a bottle is a mystery, One can't tell how it e'er got in or out, Now justices of peace must judge all pieces Of those who've not a license for the same; |