And then this best and meekest woman bore Who saw their spouses kill'd, and nobly chose Calmly she heard each calumny that rose, And saw his agonies with such sublimity, That all the world exclaim'd, "what magnanimity!" No doubt this patience, when the world is damning us, Is philosophic in our former friends; 'Tis also pleasant to be deem'd magnanimous, The more so in obtaining our own ends; And what the lawyers call a “malus animus,” Conduct like this by no means comprehends: Revenge in person's certainly no virtue, But then 'tis not my fault, if others hurt you. And if our quarrels should rip up old stories, And help them with a lie or two additional, I'm not to blame, as you well know, no more is Any one else they were become traditional ; Besides, their resurrection aids our glories By contrast, which is what we just were wishing all And science profits by this resurrection Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection. Their friends had tried at reconciliation, Then their relations, who made matters worse; ('Twere hard to tell upon a like occasion To whom it may be best to have recourse- He died and most unluckily, because, From counsel learned in those kinds of laws, ; But ah! he died and buried with him lay That I must say, who knew him very well; As Numa's (who was also named Pompilius), Poor fellow he had many things to wound him, Where all his household gods lay shiver'd round him, No choice was left his feelings or his pride, Save death, or Doctor's Commons-so he died. Dying intestate, Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit, and messuages, and lands, Promised to turn out well in proper hands: Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon, (His sire was of Castile, his dam from Arragon.) Then for accomplishments of chivalry, In case our lord the king should go to war again, But that which Donna Inez most desired, Was, that his breeding should be strictly moral; And so they were submitted first to her, all, The sciences, and most of all, the abstruse; To be the most remote from common use, Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses, But never put on pantaloons or boddices; IIis reverend tutors had at times a tussle, And for their Æneids, Iliads, and Odysseys, Were forced to make an odd sort of apology, For Donna Inez dreaded the mythology. Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Catullus scarcely has a decent poem, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning with "Formosum Pastor Corydon." Lucretius' irreligion is too strong For early stomachs to prove wholesome food; I can't help thinking Juvenal was wrong, Although no doubt his real intent was good, For speaking out so plainly in his song, So much indeed as to be downright rude; And then what proper person can be partial To all those nauseous epigrams of Martial? Juan was taught from out the best edition, For there we have them all 66 at one fell swoop," To call them back into their separate cages, Which ancient mass-books often are, and this all And homilies, and lives of all the saints; He did not take such studies for restraints: But how faith is acquired, and then insured, So well not one of the aforesaid paints As Saint Augustine in his fine Confessions, Which make the reader envy his transgressions. This, too, was a seal'd book to little Juan I can't but say that his mamma was right, If such an education was the true one. She scarcely trusted him from out her sight; Her maids were old, and if she took a new one, You might be sure she was a perfect fright: She did this during even her husband's lifeI recommend as much to every wife. Young Juan wax'd in goodliness and grace ; As e'er to man's maturer growth was given : And seem'd, at least, in the right road to heaven, For half his days were pass'd at church, the other Between his tutors, confessor, and mother. At six, I said, he was a charming child, They tamed him down amongst them to destroy His natural spirit not in vain they toil'd: At least it seem'd so; and his mother's joy He and his wife were an ill-assorted pair- To school (as God be praised that I have none), 'Tis not with Donna Inez I would shut Him up to learn his catechism alone, No-no-I'd send him out betimes to college, For there it was I pick'd up my own knowledge. For there one learns-'tis not for me to boast, Though I acquired—but I pass over that, As well as all the Greek I since have lost : I say that there's the place-but" Verbum sat," I think I pick'd up too as well as most, Knowledge of matters-but no matter whatI never married-but, I think, I know That sons should not be educated so, |