And made for him a leafy bed, And smooth'd his fetlocks and his mane, And slack'd his girth, and stripp'd his rein, And joy'd to see how well he fed ; For until now he had the dread His wearied courser might refuse To browse beneath the midnight dews: And little cared for bed and board; Whate'er was to be done, would do. Obey'd his voice, and came to call, That steed from sunset until dawn His chief would follow like a fawn. IV. This done, Mazeppa spread his cloak, And laid his lance beneath his oak, Felt if his arms in order good The long day's march had well withstood- If still the powder fill'd the pan, And flints unloosen'd kept their lock- And whether they had chafed his belt- From out his haversack and can, Prepared and spread his slender stock; And to the monarch and his men "The whole or portion offer'd then With far less of inquietude Than courtiers at a banquet would. And Charles of this his slender share With smiles partook a moment there, And seem above both wounds and woe;- "So fit a pair had never birth, "As thy Bucephalus and thou: "All Scythia's fame to thine should yield "For pricking on o'er flood and field.” Mazeppa answer'd-" Ill betide "The school wherein I learn'd to ride!" Quoth Charles-" Old Hetman, wherefore so, "Since thou hast learn'd the art so well ?" Mazeppa said-" "Twere long to tell; "And we have many a league to go "With every now and then a blow, "And ten to one at least the foe, "Before our steeds may graze at ease 66 Beyond the swift Borysthenes: And, sire, your limbs have need of rest, "And I will be the sentinel "Of this your troop."-" But I request," "Well, sire, with such a hope, I'll track "Six summers in my earlier age; "A learned monarch, faith! was he, "And sometimes these so froward are, 66 They made him wish himself at war; "But soon his wrath being o'er, he took "Another mistress, or new book: "And then he gave prodigious fêtes— “All Warsaw gather'd round his gates "To gaze upon his splendid court, "And dames, and chiefs, of princely port: "He was the Polish Solomon, "So sung his poets, all but one, "Who, being unpension'd, made a satire, "And boasted that he could not flatter. "It was a court of jousts and mimes, "Where every courtier tried at rhymes; "Even I for once produced some verses, "And sign'd my odes Despairing Thirsis. "There was a certain Palatine, "A count of far and high descent, "Rich as a salt or silver mine; "And he was proud, ye may divine, "As if from heaven he had been sent: "He had such wealth in blood and ore "As few could match beneath the throne; "And he would gaze upon his store, "And o'er his pedigree would pore, "Until by some confusion led, "Which almost look'd like want of head, "He thought their merits were his own. "His wife was not of his opinion— "His junior she by thirty years— "Grew daily tired of his dominion; "And, after wishes, hopes, and fears, "To virtue a few farewell tears, "A restless dream or two, some glances "At Warsaw's youth, some songs, and dances, "Awaited but the usual chances, "Those happy accidents which render "The coldest dames so very tender, This comparison of a "salt mine" may perhaps be permitted to a Pole, as the wealth of the country consists greatly in the salt mines. |