There were two poachers caught in a steel trap, You see here was enough of occupation

Ready for jail, their place of convalescence; For the Lord Henry, link'd with dogs and horses, There was a country girl in a close cap

There was much bustle too and preparation And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, since- Below stairs on the score of second courses, Since-since-in youth I had the sad mishap- Because, as suits their rank and situation,

But luckily I've paid few parish fees since). Those who in counties have great land resources, That scarlet cloak, alas! unclosed with rigour, Have “public days," when all men may carouse, Presents the problem of a double figure.

Though not exactly what's call's “ open

A reel within a bottle is a mystery,

But once a week or fortnighi, uninvited One can't tell how it e'er got in or out,

(Thus we translate a general invitation), Therefore the present piece of natural history All country gentlemen, esquired or knighted,

I leave to those who are fond of solving doubt, May drop in without cards, and take their station And merely state, though not for the consistory, At the full board, and sit alike delighted Lord Henry was a justice, and that Scout

With fashionable wines and conversation ;
The constable, beneath a warrant's banner, And, as the isthmus of the grand connexion,
Had bagg'd this poacher upon Nature's manor. Talk o'er themselves, the past and next election.

Now justices of peace must judge all pieces Lord Henry was a great electioneerer,

Of mischief of all kinds, and keep the game Burrowing for boroughs like a rat or rabbit, And morals of the country from caprices

But country contests cost him rather dearer, or those who've not a license for the same; Because the neighbouring Scotch Earl of Gistgabbit And of all things, excepting tithes and leases, Had English influence in the self-same sphere here; Perhaps these are most difficult to tame:

His son, the Honourable Dick Dice-drabbit, Preserving partridges and pretty wenches

Was member for “the other interest” (meaning Are puzzles to the most precautious benches. The self-same interest, with a different leaning). LXIV.

LXXI. The present culprit was extremely pale,

Courteous and cautious therefore in his county, Pale as if painied so; her cheek being red He was all things to all men, and dispensed By nature, as in higher dames less hale,

To some civility, to others bounty, "T is white, at least when they just rise from bed. And promises to all- which last commenced Perhaps she was ashamed of seeming frail, To gather to a somewhat large amount, he

Poor soul! for she was country born and bred, Not calculating how much they condensed; And knew no better in her immorality

But, what with keeping some and breaking others, Than to wax white-for blushes are for quality. His word had the same value as another's. LXV.

LXXII. Her black, bright, downcast, yet espiègle eye

A friend to freedom and freeholders-yet
Had gather'd a large tear into its corner,

No less a friend to government-he held
Which the poor thing at times essay'd to dry, That he exactly the just medium hit
For she was not a sentimental mourner,

'Twixt place and patriotism-albeit compellid, Parading all her sensibility,

Such was his sovereign's pleasure (though unfil, Nor insolent enough to scorn the scorner,

He added modestly, when rebels rail'd), But stood in trembling, patient tribulation,

To hold some sinecures he wish'd abolish'd, To be call'd up for her examination.

But that with them all law would be demolish'd. LXVI.

LXXIII. (of course these groups were scatter'd here and there, He was “free to confess"—(whence comes this phrase? Not nigh the gay saloon of ladies gent.

Is 't English? No-'lis only parliamentary) The lawyers in the study; and in air

That innovation's spirit now-a-days The prize pig, ploughman, poachers; the men sent Had made more progress than for the last century. From town, viz. architect and dealer, were He would not tread a facrious path to praise, Both busy (as a general in his tent

Though for the public weal disposed to venture high; Writing despatches) in their several stations, As for his place, he could but say this or it, Exulting in their brilliant lucubrations.

That the fatigue was greater than the profit.

But this poor girl was left in the great hall, Heaven and his friends knew that a private life

While Scout, the parish guardian of the frail, Han ever been his sole and whole ambition ; Piscuss'd (he hated beer yciept the "small") But could he quit his king in times of strife A mighty mug of moral double ale :

Which threaten’d the whole country with perdition ! She waited until Justice could recall

When demagogues would with a butcher's knife les kind attentions to their proper pale,

Cut through and through (oh! damnable incision!) To nanie a thing in nomenclature rather

The Gordian or the Geordian knot, whose strings Pero exing for most virgins—a child's father. Have tied together Commons, Lords, and Kings

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Sooner “come place to the civil list,

I knew him in his livelier London days,
And champion him to the utmost”-he would keep it, A brilliant diner-out, though bui a curate;
Till duly disappointed or dismiss'd:

And not a joke he cut but earn'd its praise,
Profit he cared not for, let others reap it;

Until preferment, coming at a sure rate, But should the day come when place ceased to exist, (Oh, Providence! how wondrous are thy ways,

The country would have far more cause to weep it; Who would suppose thy gifts sometimes obdurate ?) For how could it go on? Explain who can! Gave him, to lay the devil who looks o'er Lincoln, He gloried in the name of Englishman.

A fat fen vicarage, and nought to think on.

He was as independent-ay, much more- His jokes were sermons, and his sermons jokes;

Than those who were not paid for independence, But both were thrown away amongst the fens; As common soldiers, or a common-shore For wit hath no great friend in aguish folks.

Have in their several arts or parts ascendance No longer ready ears and short-hand pens O'er the irregulars in lust or gore

Imbibed the gay bon-mot, or happy hoax: Who do not give professional attendance.

The poor priest was reduced to common sense, Thus on the mob all statesmen are as eager Or to coarse efforts very loud and long, To prove their pride, as foutmen to a beggar. To hammer a hoarse laugh from the thick throng. LXXVII.

LXXXIV. All this (save the last stanza) Henry said, There is a difference, says the song, “between And thought. I say no more-I've said too much;

A beggar and a queen,'

or was (of late For all of us have either heard or read

The latter worse used of the two we've seen the hustings-some slight such

But we'll say nothing of affairs of state) Hints from the independent heart or head

A difference “ 'twixt a bishop and a dean," Of the official candidate. I'll touch

A difference between crockery-ware and plate, No more on this--the dinner-bell hath rung,

As 'between English beef and Spartan brothAnd grace is said ; the grace I should have sung— And yet great heroes have been bred by both. LXXVIII.

LXXXV. But I'm too late, and therefore must make play.

But of all Nature's discrepancies, none 'T was a great banquet, such as Aldion old

Upon the whole is greater than the difference Was wont to boast—as if a glutton's tray

Beheld between the country and the town, Were something very glorious to behold.

Of which the latter merits every preference But 't was a public feast and public day, - From those who've few resources of their own, Quite full, right dull, guests hot, and dishes cold,

And only think, or act, or feel with reference Great plenty, much formality, small cheer,

To some small plan of interest or ambition-
And every body out of their own sphere.

Both which are limited to no condition.
The squires familiarly formal, and

My lords and ladies proudly condescending ;

But " en avant !" The light loves languish o'er The very servants puzzling how to hand

Long banquets and too many guests, although Their plates-without it might be too much bending A slight repast makes people love much more, From their high places by the sideboard's stand

Bacchus and Ceres being, as we know, Yet, like their masters, fearful of offending ;

Even from our grammar upwards, friends of yore For any deviation from the graces

With vivifying Venus, who doth owe

To these the invention of champagne and truffles : Might cost both men and masters too—their places.

Temperance delights her, but long fasting ruffles. LXXX. There were some hunters bold, and coursers keen,

LXXXVII. Whose hounds ne'er err’d, nor grayhounds deign'a Dully pass'd o'er the dinner of the day; to lurch;

And Juan took his place he knew not where, Some deadly shots too, Septembrizers, seen

Confused, in the confusion, and distrait, Earliest to rise, and last to quit the search

And sitting as if nail'd upon his chair ; Of the poor partridge through his stubble screen. Though knives and forks clang'd round as in a fray

There were some massy members of the church, He seem'd unconscious of all passing there, Takers of tithes, and makers of good matches,

Till some one, with a groan, express'd a wish
And several who sung fewer psalıns than catches. (Unheeded twice) to have a fin of fish.

There were some country wags, too,-and, alas! On which, at the third asking of the bans,

Some exiles from the town, who had been driven He started; and, perceiving smiles arouna
To gaze, instead of pavement, upon grass, Broadening to grins, he coloured more than onco,
And rise at nine, in lieu of long eleven.

And hastily—as nothing can confound And lo! upon that day it came to pass,

A wise man more than laughter from a dunceI sate next that o'erwhelming son of Heaven, Inflicted on the dish a deadly wound, The very powerful parson, Peter Piths,

And with such hurry thal, ere he could curb .t, The loudest wit I e'er was deafen'd wiel,

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XCVI. This was no bad mistake, as it occurr'd, Though this was most expedient on the whole, The supplicator being an amateur ;

And usual Juan, when he cast a glance But others, who were left with scarce a third, On Adeline while playing her grand role,

Were angry-as they well might, to be sure. Which she went through as though it were a danca 'They wonder'd how a young man so absurd (Betraying only now and then her soul Lord Henry at his table should endure ;

By a look scarce perceptibly askance
And this, and his not knowing how much oats Of weariness or scorn), began to feel
Had fallen last market, cost his host three votes. Some doubt how much of Adeline was real;

They little knew, or might have sympathized,

So well she acted all and every part
That he the night before had seen a ghost; By turns—with that vivacious versatility,
A prologue, which but slightly harmonized

Which many people take for want of heart.
With the substantial company engross'd

They err—'t is merely what is call'd mobility, By matter, and so much materialized,

A thing of temperament, and not of art, That one scarce knew at what to marvel most Though seeming so, from its supposed facility; Of two things—how (the question rather odd is) And false—though true ; for surely they 're sinceresh, Such bodies could have souls, or souls such bodies. Who're strongly acted on by what is nearest. XCI.

XCVIII. But what confused him more than smile or stare This makes your actors, artists, and romancers,

From all the 'squires and 'squiresses around, Heroes sometimes, though seldom-sages never ; Who wonder'd at the abstraction of his air, But speakers, bards, diplomatists, and dancers, Especially as he had been renown'd

Little that's great, but much of what is clever ; For some vivacity among the fair,

Most orators, but very few financiers, Even in the country circle's narrow bound- Though all Exchequer Chancellors endeavour, (For little things upon my lord's estate

of late years, to dispense with Cocker's rigours, Were good small-talk for others still less great) And grow quite figurative with their figures. XCII.

Was, that he caught Aurora's eye on his, The poets of arithmetic are they,

And something like a smile upon her cheek. Who, though they prove not two and iwo to be Now this he really rather took amiss :

Five, as they would do in a modest way, In those who rarely smile, their smile bespeaks Have plainly made it out that four are three, A strong external motive; and in this

Judging by what they take and what they pay. Smile of Aurora's there was nought to pique, The Sinking Fund's unfathomable spa, Or hope, or love, with any of the wiles

That most unliquidating liquid, leaves Which some pretend to trace in ladies' smiles. The debt unsunk, yet sinks all it receives. XCIII.

C. 'T was a mere quiet smile of contemplation, While Adeline dispensed her airs and graces, Indicative of some surprise and pity;

The fair Fitz-Fulke seem'd very much at ease; And Juan grew carnation with vexation,

Though too well-bred to quiz men to their faces. Which was not very wise and still less witty, Her laughing blue eyes with a glance cula seva Since he had gain'd at least her observation, The ridicules of people in all places A most important outwork of the city-

That honey of your fashionable bees-As Juan should have known, had not his senses And store it up for mischievous enjoyment ; By last night's ghost been driven from their defences. And this at present was her kind employment. XCIV.

CI. But, what was bad, she did not blush in turn, However, the day closed, as days must close;

Nor seem embarrass'd-quite the contrary; The evening also waned—and coffee came. Her aspect was, as usual, still not stern

Each carriage was announced, and ladies rose, And she withdrew, but cast not down, her eye, And curtsying off, as curtsies country dame, Yet grew a little pale—with what? concern? Retired: with most unfashionable bows

I know not; but her colour ne'er was high- Their docile esquires also did the same, Though sometimes faintly flush'd—and always clear Delighted with the dinner and their host, As deep seas in a sunny atinosphere.

But with the lady Adeline the most. xcy.

CII. Rut Adeline was occupied by fame

Some praised her beauty; others her great grace; This day; and watching, witching, condescending The warmth of her politeness, whose sincerity To the consumers of fish, fowl, and game, Was obvious in each feature of her face, And dignity with courtesy so blending,

Whose traits were radiant with the rays of verity. As all must blend whose part it is to aim

Yes: she was truly worthy her high place! Especially as the sixth year is ending,

No one could envy her deserved prosperity: Ar ineir lord's, son's, and sinsilar connexions' And then her dress--what beautiful simplicity Safe conduct through the rocks of re-elections. Draperied her form with curious felicity!'

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Meanwhile sweet Adeline deserved their praises, And full of sentiments, sublime as billows
By an impartial indemnification

Heaving between this world and worlds beyond,
For all her past exertion and soft phrases, Don Juan, when the midnight hour of pillows
In a most edifying conversation,

Arrived, retired to his; but to despond Which turn'd upon their late guests' miens and faces, Rather than rest. Instead of poppies, willows And families, even to the last relation;

Waved o'er his couch; he meditated, fond Their hideous wives, their horrid selves and dresses, Of those sweet bitter thoughts which banish sleep, And truculent distortion of their tresses.

And make the worldling sneer, the youngling weep.

True, she said little—'t was the rest that broke The night was as before: he was undrest,
Forth into universal epigram:

Saving his night-gown, which is an undress: But then 't was to the purpose what she spoke: Completely “sans culotte," and without vest;

Like Addison's "faint praise" so wont to damn In short, he hardly could be clothed with less ; Her own but served to set off every joke, But, apprehensive of his spectral guest, As music chimes in with a melodrame.

Ke sate, with feelings awkward to express
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend! (By those who have not had such visitations),
I ask but this of mine, 10— not defend.

Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations.

There were but two exceptions to this keen And not in vain he listen'd-Hush! what's that?
Skirmish of wits o'er the departed; one,

I see-I see-Ah, no! 't is not yet 'tisAurora, with her pure and placid mien;

Ye powers ! it is the-the-the-Pooh! the cat! And Juan too, in general behind none

The devil may take that stealthy pace of his ! In gay remark on what he'd heard or seen, So like a spiritual pit-3-pat, Sate silent now, his usual spirits gone:

Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss, In vain he heard the others rail or rally,

Gliding the first time to a rendezvous,
He would not join them in a single sally.

And dreading the chaste echoes of her shoe.

T is true he saw Aurora look as though

Again what is 't? The wind ? No, no,- this time She approved his silence; she perhaps mistook It is the sable friar as before, Its motive for that charity we owe

With awful footsteps, regular as rhyme, But seldom pay the absent, nor would look Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more. Further; it might or it might not be so:

Again, through shadows of the night sublime, But Juan, sitting silent in his nook,

When deep sleep fell on men, and the world woro Observing little in nis reverie,

The starry darkness round her like a gird'e
Yet saw this much, which he was glad to see. Spangled with gems-the monk made his blood curdle.

The ghost at least had done him this much good, A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass,
In making him as silent as a ghost,

Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, If in the circumstances which ensued

Like showers which on the midnight guests will pass He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most. Sounding like very supernatural water,And certainly Aurora had renew'd

Came over Juan's car, which throbb'd, alas! In him some feelings he had lately lost

For immaterialism's a serious matter: Or harden'd ; feclings which, perhaps ideal, So that even those whose faith is the most great Are so divine, that I must deem them real:-- In souls immortal, shun them tête-à-têle. CVIII.

CXV. The love of higher things and better days; Were his eyes open ?-Yes! and his mouth too.

The unbounded hope, and heavenly ignorance Surprise has this effect-to make one dumb, Of what is call'd the world, and the world's ways; Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips throngh

The moments when we gather from a glance As wide as if a long speech were to come. More joy than from all future pride or praise, Nigh and more nigh the awful echoes drew,

Which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance Tremendous to a mortal tympanum: The heart in an existence of its own,

His eyes were open, and (as was before or which another's bosom is the zone.

Stated) his mouth. What open'd next?—the door. CIX.

CXVI. Who would not sigh Λι αι ταν Κυθηρειαν!

It open'd with a most infernal creak, That hath a memory, or that had a heart ?

Like that of hell.

“ Lasciate ogiu speranza, Alag! her star must wane like that of Dian, Vio che entrate!” The hinge seem'd to speak, Ray fades on ray, as years on years depart.

Dreadful as Dante's rima, or this stanza; Anacreon only had the soul to tie on

Or--but all words upon such themes are weak: Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart A single shade's sufficient to entrance a of Eros; but, though thou hast play'd us many tricks, ilero-for what is substance to a spirit Sull we respect thee, “Alma Venus Genitrix !" Or how is 't maller trembles to come near it?

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The door flew wide, not swiftly—but, as fly
The sea-gulls, with a steady, sober flight

And then swung back ; nor close-but stood awry,

Half letting in long shadows on the light, Which still in Juan's candlesticks burn'd high, For he had two, both tolerably bright,

CANTO I. And in the door-way, darkening darkness, stood

Note 1. Stanza v.
The sable friar in his solemn hood.

Brave men were living before Agamemnon.

“Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona," etc.-Horace. Don Juan shook, as erst he had been shaken

Note 2. Stanza xvü.
The night before; but, being sick of shaking,

Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!
He first inclined to think he had been mistaken,
And then to be ashamed of such mistaking;

" Description des vertus incomparables de l'huile de

Macassar."-See the advertisement.
His own internal ghost began to awaken
Within him, and to quell his corporal quaking-

Note 3. Stanza xli.
Hinting, that soul and body on the whole

Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Were odds against a disembodied soul.

Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample. CXIX.

See Longinus, Section 10, iva uit iv ti tepi air And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce; *álos Paivnrai, rabwv cúvodos.

And he arose-advanced—the shade retreated; But Juan, eager now the truth to pierce,

Note 4, Stanza xliv. Follow'd; his veins no longer cold, but heated,

They only add them all in an appendix. Resolved to thrust the mystery carte and tierce, Fact. There is, or was, such an edition, with all the At whatsoever risk of being defeated :

obnoxious epigrams of Martial placed by themselves at The ghost stopp'd, menaced, then retired, until the end. He reach's the ancient wall, then stood stone still.

Note 5. Stanza lxxxviii.

The bard I quote from does not sing amiss,
Juan put forth one arm-Eternal Powers !

Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming; (I think) the It touch'd no soul, nor body, but the wall,

opening of Canto II. but quote from memory. On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers

Note 6. Stanza cxlviñ. Chequer’d with all the tracery of the hall :

Is it for this that General Count O'Reilly, He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers

Who took Algiers, declares I used bim videly? When he can't tell what 't is that doth appal. Donna Julia here made a mistake. Count O'Reilly How odd, a single hobgoblin's nonentity

did not take Algiers—but Algiers very nearly took him; Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity.' he and his army and feet retreated with great loss, and CXXI.

not much credit, from before that city, in the year 11 But still the shade remain'd; the blue eyes glared,

Note 7. Stanza ccxvi. And rather variably for stony death;

My days of love are o'er, me no more. Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared

“Me nec fæmina, nec puer The ghost had a remarkably sweet breath.

Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui; A straggling curl show'd he had been fair-hair’d;

Nec certare juvat mero,

Nec vincire novis tempora floribus."
A red lip, with two rows of pearl beneath,
Gleam'd forth, as through the casement's ivy shroud
The moon peep'd, just escaped from a gray cloud.

And Juan, puzzled, but still curious, thrust
His other arm forth-Wonder upon wonder!

Note 1. Stanza xlv.
It press'd upon a hard but glowing bust,

For none likes more to hear himself converse. Which beat as if there was a warm heart under.

Rispose allor Margutte: a dirtel tosto. He found, as people on most trials must,

Jo non credo piu al nero, ch' a l'azzurro; That he had made at first a silly blunder,

Ma nel cappone, o lesso, o vuogli arrosto;

E credo alcuna volta anco nel burro, And that in his confusion he had canght

Ne la cervogia, e quando' jo n' ho nel mosto; Only the wall instead of what he sought.

E molto piu ne l'aspro che il mangurro;

Ma sopra tutto nel buon vino ho fede;

E credo che sia salvo chi gli crede. The ghost, if ghost it were, secm'd a sweet soul,

PULCI, Morgante Maggiore, Canto 18, Stanza 115 is over lurk'd beneath a holy hood :

Note 2. Stanza lxxi.
A dimpled chin, a neck of ivory, stole
Forth into something much like flesh and blood;

That e'er by precious metal was held in.
Back fell the sable frock and dreary cowl,

This dress is Moorish, and the bracelets and bar are And they reveald (alas! that e'er they should!) worn in the manner described. The reader will per In full, voluptuous, but not o'ergrown bulk,

ceive hereafter, that, as the mother of Haidee was of The phantom of her frolic grace-Fitz-Fulke ! Fez, her daughter wore the garb of the country.


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