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Who has not scen it will be much to pity,

So says the proverb (1)-and I quite agree;
Of all the Spanish lowns is none more prelly,

Cadiz perhaps—but that you soon may see:-
Don Juan's parents lived beside the river,
A noble stream, and call’d the Guadalquivir.

His father's name was José-Don, of course,

A true Hidalgo, free from every stain
Of Moor or Hebrew blood, he traced his source

Though the most Gothic gentlemen of Spain;
A better cavalier ne'er mounted horse,

Or, being mounted, e'er got down again,
Than José, who begot our hero, who
Begol—but that's to come-Well, to renew:

His mother was a learned lady, famed

For every branch of every science known-
In every Christian language ever named,

With virtues equalla by her wit alone,
She made the cleverest people quite ashamed,

And even the good with inward envy groan,
Finding themselves so very much exceeded
In their own way by all the things that she did.

Her memory was a mine: she knew by heart

All Calderon and grcater part of Lopé,
So that if any actor miss'd his part

She could have served him for the prompter's copy;
For her Feinagle's were a useless art, (2)

And he himself obliged to shut up shop-he
Could never make a memory so fine as
That which adorn'd the brain of Donna Inez.(3)

Her favourite science was the mathematical, (4)

Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity,

Her wit (she sometimes tried at wil) was Altic all,

Her serious sayings darken'd to sublimily; (5)
In short, in all things she was fairly what I call

A prodigy-her morning dress was dimily,
Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin,
And other stuffs, with which I won't stay puzzling.

She kuew the Latin—that is, “the Lord's prayer,"

And Greek-lhe alphabet-l’m nearly sure;
She read some french romances here and there,

Although her mode of speaking was not pure;
For native Spanish she had no great care,

At least her conversation was obscure;
Her thoughts were theorems, her words a problem,
As if she deem'd that mystery would ennoble 'em.

She liked the English and the Hebrew tongue,

And said there was analogy between 'em;
She proved it somehow out of sacred song, ['em,

But I must leave the proofs to those who've seen
But this I heard her say, and can't be wrong, ['em,

And all may think which way their judgments Iran “?T is strange-lhe Hebrew noun which means · ! The English always use to govern d-n." (am,'

Some women use their tongues-she look'd a lec-

Each eye a sermon, and her brow a homily,
An all-in-all-sufficient self-director,

Like the lamented late Sir Samuel Romilly, (6) The law's expounder, and the Slate's corrector,

Whose suicide was alınost an anomaly-
One sad example more, that “All is vanity,”.
(The jury brought their verdict in “Insanily.")

In short, she was a walking calculation, (vers, (7)

Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their co

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with large black eyes, and forms more graceful in motion than (6) Sir Samuel Romilly, the eminent Chancery lawyer, lost bis can be conceived by an Englishman--added to the most becoming lady un the 29th of October, and committed suicide on the ad of dress, and, at the same time, the most decent in the world. Cer- November, 1818.—" But there will come a day of reckoning, even lainly, they are fascinating; but their minds have only one idea, if I should not live to see it. I have al least seen Romilly shiand the busiuess of their lives is intrigue. The wife of a duke vered, who was one of my assassins. When that man was doing is, in information, the wise of a peasant- the wife of a peasant, his worst to uproot my whole family, tree, branch, and blossoras in manner, equal to a duchess.” B. 1809.-E.

-when, after taking my retainer, he went over to them-when "Quien no ha visla Sevilla,

he was bringing desolation on my household gods-did he think No ha visto maravilla."-E.

that, in less than three years, a natural event-a severe, domes (2) Professor Feinagle, of Baden, who, in 1812, under the es- tic, but an expected and common calamity-would lay his careas: pecial patronage of the “ Blues," delivered a course of lectures in a cross-road, or stamp his name in a verdict of lunaey! Did at the Royal Institution, on Mnemonics.-E.

he (who in his sexagenary ***) reflect or consider whal my (5) "In the characters of Donna Inez and Don José, it has feelings must have been, when wise, and child, and sister, and been imagined that Lord Byron has skelched himself and his name, and fame, and country, were to be my sacrifice on his lady. It may be so; he had by that time gol pretty well over legal altar,-and this at a moment when my health was declining, the lacrymation of their parting." Galt.

my fortune embarrassed, and my mind had been shaken by many (4) “Lady Byron has good ideas, but could never express kinds of disappointment—while I was yet young, and might have them; wrote poetry also, but it was only good by accident. Her reformed what might be wrong in my conduct, and retrieved letters were always enigmatical, often unintelligible. She was what was perplexing in my affairs! But be is in his grave," elc. governed by what she called fixed rules and principles, squared - B. Lellers, 7th June, 1819. matbematically." Lord B.

(7) Maria Edgeworth, author of Treatise on Practical Edy(8) In the MS.

calion, Letters for Literary Ladies, Castle Rackrent, Moral “ Little she spoke-but what she spoke was Attic all,

Tales, etc. elc. etc.-" In 1813," says Lord Byron, “I recollect With words and deeds in perfect unanimity."-E.

lo have met Miss Edgeworth in the fashionable world of London,

Or Mrs. Trimmer's books on education, (1) And even the wisest, do the best they can,

Or“ Cælebs' Wife” (2) set out in quest of lovers, Have moments, hours, and days, so unprepared, Morality's prim personification,

That you might “brain them with their lady's In which not Envy's self a flaw discovers;

fan;” (6) Te others' share let “female errors fall,”

And sometimes ladies hit exceeding hard, For she had not even one-the worst of all. And fans turn into falchions in fair hands, XVII.

Aud why and wherefore no one understands. Oh! she was perfect past all parallel

Of any modern female saint's comparison; ’T is pity learned virgins ever wed
So far above the cunning powers of hell,

With persons of no sort of education,
Her guardian angel had given up his garrison; Or gentlemen, who, though well born and bred,
Even her minutest motions went as well

Grow tired of scientific conversation :
As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison: I don't choose to say much upon this head,
In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her,

I'm a plain man, and in a single station,
Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!(3) But-On! ye lords of ladies intellectual,

Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all!

Perfect she was, but as perfection is
Insipid in this naughty world of ours,

Don José and his lady quarrell’d—why,
Where our first parents never learn’d to kiss

Not any of the many could divine, Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers, Though several thousand people chose to try, Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss (4)

'T was surely no concern of theirs nor mine; (I wonder how they got through the twelve hours),

I loathe that low vice-curiosity : Don José, like a lineal son of Eve,

But if there's any thing in which I shine,
Went plucking various fruit without her leave. ’T is in arranging all my friends' affairs,

Not having, of my own, domestic cares.

He was a mortal of the careless kind,
With no great love for learning, or the learn'd,

And so I interfered, and with the best

Intentions, but their treatment was not kind; Who chose to go where'er he had a mind,

I think the foolish people were possess'd, And never dream'd his lady was concern’d;

For neither of them could I ever find, The world, as usual, wickedly inclined

Although their porter afterwards confess'dTo see a kingdom or a house o’erturn'd,

But that's no matter, and the worst 's behind, Whisper'd he had a mistress, soine said two,

For litile Juan o'er me threw, down stairs,
But for domestic quarrels one will do.

A pail of housemaid's water unawares.

Now Donna Inez had, with all her merit,

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, A great opinion of her own good qualities;

And mischief-making monkey from his birth; Neglect, indeed, requires a saint to bear it,

His parents ne'er agreed except in doting And such, indeed, she was in her moralities : (5)

Upon the most unquiet imp on earth; But then she had a devil of a spirit,

Instead of quarrelling, had they been but both in And sometimes mix'd up fancies with realitics,

Their senses, they'd have sent young master forti, And let few opportunities escape

To school, or had him soundly whipp'd at home, of getting her liege lord into a scrape.

To teach him manners for the time to come.

This was an easy matter with a man

Don José and the Donna Inez led
Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; For some time an unbappy sort of life,

in the assemblies of the hour, and at a breakfast of Sir Humpbry like novel, which had great success at the time, and bis now forDavy, to which I was invited for the nonce. She was a nice gotten.-E. little unassuming 'Jeannie Deans-looking body,'as we Scotch say; (3) “ Description des vertus incomparables de l'huile de Maand, if not handsome, certainly not ill-looking. Her conver

cassar.” See the Advertisement. sation was as quiet as herself. One would never have guessed.

(4) In the M$. she could write her name; whereas her father talked, not as if

“ Where all was innucence and quiet bliss."-E. be could write nothing else, but as is nothing else was worth

(8) In the MS.writing." B. Diary, 1821. (1) Comparative View of the New Plan of Education,

“ Aud so she seem'd, in all outside formalities."-E. Teacher's Assistant, etc. elč.

(6) “By this hand, if I were now by this rascal, I could brain (2) Miss Hannah More's Celebs in Search of a Wife; com him with his lady's fan." Shakspeare.-E prehending Observations on Domestic Manners, etc.-a sermon

Wishing each other, not divorced, but dead;(1)

They lived respectably as man and wife, Their conduct was exceedingly well-bred,

And gave no ontward signs of inward strife,
Until at length the smother'd fire broke out,
And put the business past all kind of doubt. (2)

For Inez call'd some druggists, and physicians,

And tried to prove her loving lord was mad, (3)
But as he had some lucid intermissions,

She next decided he was only bad;
Yet when they ask'd her for her depositions,

No sort of explanation could be had,
Save that her duty both lo man and God
Required this conduct—which seem'd very odd.

She kept a journal, where his faults were noted,

And open'd certain trunks of books and letters,
All which might, if occasion served, be quoted;

And then she had all Seville for abettors, Besides her good old grandmother (who doted);

The hearers of her case became repeaters,
Then advocates, inquisitors, and judges,
Some for amusement, others for old grudges.

And then this best and meekest woman bore

With such serenity her husband's woes,

Just as the Spartan ladies did of yore,

Who saw their spouses kill'd, and nobly chose
Never to say a word about them more-

Calmly she heard each calumny that rose,
And saw his agonies with such sublimity,
That all the world exclaim'd“What magnanimily!"

No doubt this patience, when the world is damning

Is philosophic in our former friends; (us. 'T is 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 't is 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 And science profits by this resurrection

(all : Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

Their friends (4) had tried at reconciliation (5)

Then their relations,(6) who made matters worse.

(1) In the MS.

scientiously make me out a certificate for Bedlam; and perhaps “Wishing each other damn'd, divorced, or dead."-E. the lawyer gave a more savourable report to his employers. 1 (2) “Lady Byron had left London al tbe laller end of January, do not, however, tax Lady Byron with this transaction; probably on a visit lo her father's house in Leicestershire, and Lord Byron she was not privy to it. She was the tool of others. Her mother was, in a short time after, to follow her. They had parled in the always delested me, and had not even the decency to conceal it in utmost kindness,-she wrote him a letter, full of playfulness and

her house." + Lord. B. affection, on the road, and, immediately on her arrival at Kirkby (6) Mr. Rogers, Mr. Hobhouse, etc. etc.-E. Mallory, her father wrote to acquaint Lord Byron that she would

(8) In the MS.return to him no more. At the time when he had to stand this "First, their friends tried at reconciliation."--E. unexpecled shock, his pecuniary embarrassments, which had

(6) The Right Honourable R. Wilmot Horion, etc. The inlbeer sast gathering around him during the whole of the past lowing is from a fragment of a novel written by Lord Byron in year, had arrived at their utmost.”. Moore.

1817:-"A few hours afterwards, we were very good friends; (3) “I was surprised one day by a doctor (Dr. Baillie.) and a and a few days after she set out for Aragon, with my son, on lawyer (Dr. Lushinglon) almost forcing themselves at the same a visit to her father and mother. I did not accompany her imtime into my room. I did not know till afterwards the real object mediately, having been in Aragon before, but was to join the of their visit. I thought their questions singular, frivolous, and family in their Moorish chåleau within a few weeks. During somewhat importunale, if not impertinent : but what should I her journey, I received a very affectionate letter from Donna have thought, if I had known that they were sent to provide proofs Josepha, apprising me of the welfare of herself and my son. On of my insanity! I have no doubt that my answers to these emis- her arrival at the château, I received another, still more affec. saries were not very rational or consistent, for my imagination tionale, pressing me, in very fond and rather foolish terms, to was healed with other things. But Dr. Baillie could not con- join her immediately. As I was preparing to set out from se

*" The facts are:-llest London for Kirkby Mallory, the residence ment; for Dr. Baillie, not baving bad access to Lord Byron, of my father and mother, on the 15th of January, 1816. Lord Byron could not pronounce a positive opinion on that point. He enjoined had signified to me in writing (Jan. 6th ) his absolute desire ibat Ithat, in correspondence with Lord Byron, I should avoid all but should leave London on the earliest day that I could conveniently light and soothing topics. Under these impressions, I left londin, fix. It was not safe for me to undertake the fatigue of a journey determined to follow the advice given by Dr. Baillie." - Lady Byrəa. sooner than the 15th. Previously to my departure, it had been + " My mother always treated Lord B. with an affectionate constrongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the sideration and indulgence, which extended to every little pecuinfluence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure liarity of his feelings. Never did an irritating word escape ber lips from the communicalions made to me by his nearest relatives and in ber whole intercourse with him." Lady Byron.-E. personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of On the other hand, in Medwin's Conversotions, Lord Byron says: observing him during the latter part of my stay in town. It was -"Dining one day at sir Ralph's (who was a good sort of man, and even represented to me that he was in danger of destroying hiinself. of whom you may form sonne idea when I tell you that a lag of With the concurrence of his family. I had consulted Dr. Baillie as a mutton was always served at his table that be might cut the same friend Jan. 8th) respecting ibis supposed malady. On acquainting joke upon it), I broke a tooth, and was in great pain, whicu I could him with the state of tbe case, and with Lord Byron's desire that not avoid showing. •It will do you good,' said Lady Nocl, • 1 201 I should leave London, Dr. Baillie inought that my absence might glad of it! I gave her a look!"-Ė. be advisable as an experiment, assuming the fact of mental derange

('T were hard to tell upon a like occasion

To whom it may be best to have recourse-
I can't say much for friend, or yet relation):

The lawyers did their utmost for divorce, (1)
But scarce a fee was paid on either side
Before unluckily, Don José died.

He died: and most unluckily, because,

According to all hints I could collect
From counsel learned in those kinds of laws

(Although their talk's obscure and circumspect), His death contrived to spoil a charming cause;

A thousand pilies also with respect
To public feeling, which on this occasion
Was manifested in a great sensation.

But ah! he died; and buried with him lay

The public feeling and the lawyers' fees :
His house was sold, his servants sent away,

A Jew look one of his two mistresses,
A Priest the other—at least so they say:

I ask'd the doctors after his disease-
He died of the slow fever call’d the tertian,
And left his widow to her own aversion.

Yet José was an honourable man,

That I must say, who knew him very well;
Therefore his frailties I'll no furiher scan,

Indeed there were not many more to tell:

And if his passions now and then outran

Discretion, and were not so peaceable
As Numa's (who was also named Pompilius), (2)
He had been ill brought up, and was born bilious. (3)

Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth,

Poor fellow! he had many things to wound him.
Let's own-since it can do no good on earili (4) --

It was a trying moment that which found hiin
Standing alone beside his desolate hearth,
Where all his household gods lay shiver'd round

nim; (5)
No choice was left his feelings or his pride,
Save death or Doctor's Commons--so he died. (6)

Dying intestate, Juan was sole heir

To a chancery suit, and messuages, and lands,
Which, with a long minority and care,

Promised to lurn out well in proper hands :
Inez became sole guardian, which was fair,

And answer'd but to nature's just demands;
An only son left with an only mother (7)
Is brought up much more wisely than another.

Sagest of women, even of widows, she

Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon,
And worthy of the noblest pedigree:

(His sire was of Castile, his dam from Aragon.) Then for accomplishments of chivalry,

In case our lord the king should go to war again,


ville I received a third—this was from ber father, Don José di (1) In the MS.Cardozo, who requested me, in the politest manner, lo dissolve

“ The lawyers recommended a divorce."-E. my marriage. I answered him with equal politeness, that I

-_"Primus qui legibus urbem would do no such thing. A fourth letter arrived-it was frona

Fundabit, Curibus parvis et paupere terra Donna Josepha, in which she informed me that her father's

Missus in imperium magnum." Virg.-E. leller was wrillen by her particular desire. I requested the

(3) In the MS.reason, by return of post : she replied, by express, that as reason bad nothing to do with the matter, il was unnecessary to

“He had been ill brought up, besides being i

besides was bilious" give any—but that she was an injured and excellent woman. I

Or, eben inquired why she had written to me the two preceding

* The reason was, perhaps, that he was bilious.”—E. affectionale lellers, requesting me to come 10 Aragon. She

(4) In the MS. answered, that was because she believed me out of my sensesthat, being unfit to take care of myself, I had only to sel out

“And we may own-since he is now but /

i laid in

carth."--E. on this journey alone, and, making my way without difficulty to Don Jose di Cardozo's, I should there bave found the lenderest

(5) In a letter from Venice, Sepl. 19, 1818 (when he was of wives and a strait waistcoat. I had nothing to reply to this writing, Canto I.), Lord Byron says, “I could have forgiven the piece of affection, but a reileration of my request for some

dagger or the bowl, any thing but the deliberate desolation lights upon the subject. I was answered, that they would only piled upon me, when I stood alone upon my hearth, with my be related to the inquisition. In the mean time, our domestic

housebold gods shivered around me. Do you suppose I have discrepancy had become a public topic of discussion; and the forgollen or forgiven it? It has comparatively swallowed upio me world, which always decides justly, nol only in Aragon but in

every other feeling, and I am only a spectator upon earth till a Andalusia, determined that I was not only to blame, but that all

tenfold opportunity offers." Spain could produce nobody so blameable. My case was sup

Again, in Marino Faliero

“ I had one voly fount of quiet left, pused 10 comprise all the crimes which could, and several

And that they poison'd! My pure household gods which could not, be commilled; and little less than an auto-da-fé

Were shiver'd en my heart, and o'er ibeir shrine was anticipated as the result. But let no man say that we are Sate granaing ribaldry and sneering scorn,"-E. abandoned by our friends in adversily-it was just the reverse. (6) In the MS.Mine thronged around me to condemn, advise, and console me

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"Save death or

I litigation with their disapprobation. They told me all that was, would,


} so he died."-E. or could be said on he subject. They shook their heads-they (7) “I have been thinking of an odd circumstance. My eshorted mc-deplored me, with lears in their eyes, and-went daughter, my wife, my half-sister, my mother, my sister's moto dinner."-E.

ther, my natural daughter, and myself, are, or were, all only


He learn’d the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one And how to scale a fortress-or a nunnery.

Beginning with "Formosum Pastor Corydon." XXXIX.

XLIII. But that which Donna Inez most desired,

Lucretius' irreligion is too strong And saw into herself each day before all

For early stomachs, to prove wholesome food; The learned tutors whom for him she hired,

I can't help thinking Juvenal was wrong, Was, that his breeding should be strictly moral :

Although no doubt his real intent was good, Much into all his studies she inquired,

For speaking out so plainly in his song, And so they were submitted first to her, all

So much indeed as to be downright rude; (3) Arts, sciences, no branch was made a mystery

And then what proper person can be partial To Juan's eyes, excepting natural history.

To all those nauseous epigrams of Martial?

The languages, especially the dead,

Juan was taught from out the best edition,
The sciences, and most of all the abstruse;

Expurgated by learned men, who place, The arts, at least all as could be said

Judiciously, from out the schoolboy's vision, To be the most remote from common use,

The grosser parts; but fearful to deface In all these he was much and deeply read;

Too much their modest bard by this omission, But not a page of any thing that's loose,

And pitying sore his mutilated case, Or hints continuation of the species,

They only add them all in an appendix, (5) Was ever suffer'a, lest he should grow vicious.

Which saves, in fact, the trouble of an inder;


For there we have them all “at one fell swoop," His classic studies made a little puzzle,

Instead of being scatter'd through the pages ; Because of filthy loves of gods and goddesses,

They stand forth marshall'd in a handsome troop, Who in the earlier ages raised a bustle,

To meet the ingenuous youth of future ages, But never put on pantaloons or bodices;

Till some less rigid editor shall stoop His reverend tutors had at limes a tussle,

To call them back into their separate cages, And for their Eneids, Iliads, and Odysseys, (1) Instead of standing staring altogether, Were forced to make an odd sort of apology,

Like garden gods-and not so decent either.
For Donna Inez dreaded the Mythology.


The Missal too (it was the family Missal)
Ovid 's a rake, as half his verses show him,

Was ornamented in a sort of way Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample, Which ancient mass-books often are, and this all Catullus scarcely has a decent poem,

Kinds of grotesques illumined; and how they, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Who saw those figures on the margin kiss all, Although Longinus (2) tells us there is no hymn Could turn their optics to the text and pray, Where the sublime soars forth on wings more Is more than I know—but Don Juan's mother ample;

Kept this herself, and gave her son another.

children. My sister's mother had only one half-sister by that poured out gratuitous indecencies in his frigid bendecasyl- ! second marriage (hersell, loo, an only child), and my father lables, which he attempts to justify by the example of a writer had only me (an only child) by his second marriage with my to whose freedom the licentiousness of Juvenal is purity! I mother. Such a complication of only children, all lending to seems as if there was something of pique in the singular seone family, is singular, and looks like falality almost. But tho verity with which he is censured. His pure and sublime mofiercest animals have the rarest number in their lillers, as lions, rality operates as a tacit reproach on the generality of mankind, tigers, and even elephants, which are mild in comparison." who seek to indemnify themselves by questioning the sanctity B. Diary, 1821.

which they cannot but respect; and find a secret pleasure in (1) In the MS.

persuading one another that this dreaded satirist' was, at heart, “Defending still their liads and Odysseys."-E.

no invelerate enemy to the licentiousness which he so vele(2) See Longinus, Section 10. "ince un ev ti nepi ajarin mently reprehends. When I find that his views are to render Tubos quinntul, TuOw» cúvcôos.”—(The Ode alluded 10 is depravity loathsome, that every thing which can alarm and the famous φαίνεται μοι κηνος ίσος θεοίσιν, κ. τ. λ.

disgust is directed at ber in his terrible page, 1 forget the ** Blest as the immortal gods is lie,

grossness of the execution in the excellence of the design." | The youth that fondly sits by thee,

And bears and sees thiee allihe while
Softly speak and sweetly smile," etc.-E.

(4) In the MS.(3) “ To hear the clamour raised against Juvenal, it might

antique be supposed, by one unacquainted with the times, that he was

“ Too much their modest bards by the the only indelicate writer of his age and country. Yet Horace

downright | and Persius wrote with equal grossness: yet the rigid stoicism (5) Fact! There is, or was, such an edition, with all the obor Seneca did not deler bim from the use of expressions which noxious epigrams of Martial placed by themselves at ibe ead. Juvenal, perhaps, would bave rejected; yet the courtly Pliny

Jision," omission."

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