5. But beware! beware of the Black Friar, But the monk is lord by night; Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal To question that friar's right. 6. Say nought to him as he walks the hall, Then gramercy! for the Black Friar ; And whatsoe'er may be his Let ours be for his soul. prayer, XLI. The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling wires XLII. Fair Adeline, though in a careless way," As the mere pastime of an idle day, Pursued an instant for her own content, XLIII. Now this (but we will whisper it aside) XLIV.. Thus Adeline would throw into the shade (By doing easily whene'er she chose, And that it is so, every body knows Who 've heard Miss That or This, or Lady T' other, XLV. Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios! XLVI. In Babylon's bravuras—as the home Heart-ballads of Green Erin or Grey Highlands, That bring Lochaber back to eyes that roam O'er far Atlantic continents or islands, The calentures of music which o'ercome All mountaineers with dreams that they are nigh lands, No more to be beheld but in such visions, Was Adeline well versed, as compositions. XLVII. She also had a twilight tinge of Blue, Could write rhymes, and compose more than she wrote; Made epigrams occasionally too Upon her friends, as every body ought. But still from that sublimer azure hue, So much the present dye, she was remote ; Was weak enough to deem Pope a great poet, XLVIII. Aurora-since we are touching upon taste, There was a depth of feeling to embrace Thoughts, boundless, deep, but silent too as space. XLIX. Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless grace, And that was of a fascinating kind. A little turn for mischief you might trace Also thereon, but that's not much; we find Few females without some such gentle leaven, For fear we should suppose us quite in heaven. L. I have not heard she was at all poetic, Though once she was seen reading the "Bath Guide," And "Hayley's Triumphs," which she deem'd pathetic, 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. 'T were difficult to say what was the object To laugh him out of his supposed dismay; But so far the immediate effect LII. Was to restore him to his self-propriety, Who wish to take the tone of their society: 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 too 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; The theme, half credited the strange tradition; But Juan, when cross-question'd on the vision, Which some supposed (though he had not avow'd it) Had stirr'd him, answer'd in a way to cloud it. LV. And then, the mid-day having worn to one, Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate, LVI. There was a picture-dealer who had brought A special Titian, warranted original, Though princes the possessor were besieging all. LVII. But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,— So that he would have been the very donor, LVIII. There was a modern Goth, I mean a gothic Brought to survey these gray walls, which, though so thick, Who, after rummaging the abbey through thick And thin, produced a plan, whereby to erect New buildings of correctest conformation, The cost would be a trifle LIX. an "" old song," Set to some thousands ('t is the usual burthen By which Lord Henry's good taste would go LX. 4 forth in There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage And one on tithes which sure are Discord's torches, Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage, 66 Untying" squires "to fight against the churches;" There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman, For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman. LXI. There were two poachers caught in a steel trap, And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, since- LXII. A reel within a bottle is a mystery, One can't tell how it e'er got in or out, LXIII. Now justices of peace must judge all pieces Of those who 've not a licence for the same; |