XLVII. Sermons he read, and lectures he endured, And homilies, and lives of all the saints; To Jerome and to Chrysostom inured, He did not take such studies for restraints; But how faith is acquired, and then ensured, So well not one of the aforesaid paints As Saint Augustin in his fine Confessions, LII. For my part I say nothing-nothing-but To school (as God be praised that I have none!), 'T is not with Donna Inez I would shut Him up to learn his catechism alone, Which make the reader envy his transgressions. (1) For there it was I pick'd up my own knowledge. (2) XLVIII. This, too, was a seal'd book to little Juan- She scarcely trusted him from out her sight; XLIX. 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. L. At six, I said, he was a charming child, They tamed him down amongst them; to destroy At least it seem'd so; and his mother's joy Was to declare how sage, and still, and steady, Her young philosopher was grown already. LI. I had my doubts, perhaps I have them still, But what I say is neither here nor there: I knew his father well, and have some skill In character-but it would not be fair From sire to son to augur good or ill! He and his wife were an ill-sorted pairBut scandal's my aversion-I protest Against all evil-speaking, even in jest. (1) See his Confessions, l. i. c. ix. By the representation which Saint Augustin gives of himself in his youth, it is easy to see that he was what we should call a rake. He avoided the school as the plague; he loved nothing but gaming and public shows; he robbed his father of every thing he could find; he invented a thousand lies to escape the rod, which they were obliged to make use of to punish his irregularities.-E. (2) "Foreigners often ask, 'by what means an uninterrupted succession of men, qualified more or less eminently for the performance of united parliamentary and official duties, is secured?' First, I answer (with the prejudices, perhaps, of Eton and Oxford) that we owe it to our system of public schools and univer sities. From these institutions is derived (in the language of the prayer of our collegiate churches) 'a due supply of men fitted to serve their country both in church and state.' public schools and universities that the youth of England are, by It is in her to undervalue, prepared for the duties of public life. There are a discipline which shallow judgments have sometimes attempted rare and splendid exceptions, to be sure; but in my conscience I believe that England would not be what she is, without her system of public education; and that no other country can become what England is, without the advantages of such a system.”—Canning. (3) "Having surrendered the last symbol of power, the un LVII. She married (I forget the pedigree) With an Hidalgo, who transmitted down That they bred in and in, as might be shown, Marrying their cousins-nay, their aunts, and nieces, Which always spoils the breed, if it increases. LVIII. This heathenish cross restored the breed again, Ruin'd its blood, but much improved its flesh; For from a root the ugliest in Old Spain Sprung up a branch as beautiful as fresh; However this might be, the race went on Who left an only daughter; my narration Could be but Julia (whom on this occasion I shall have much to speak about), and she Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three. LX. Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes, Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either; and there would arise A something in them which was not desire, But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole. LXI. Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair, and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like th' aerial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning; she, in sooth, fortunate Boabdil continued on towards the Alpuxarras, that he might not behold the entrance of the Christians into his capital. His devoted band of cavaliers followed him in gloomy silence. Having ascended an eminence commanding the last view of Granada, they paused involuntarily to take a farewell gaze at their beloved city, which a few steps more would shut from their sight for ever. While they yet looked, a light cloud of smoke burst from the citadel; and presently a peal of artillery, faintly heard, told that the city was taken possession of, and the throne of the Moslem kings was lost for ever. The heart of Boabdil, softened by misfortunes, and overcharged with grief, could no longer contain itself. Allah achbar! God is great!' said he; but the words of resignation died upon his lips, and be burst into a flood of tears. The vizier, Aben Comixa, endeavoured to console his royal master, but the unhappy monarch Possess'd an air and grace by no means common: Her stature tall-I hate a dumpy woman. LXII. Wedded she was some years, and to a man' And now I think on 't, “mi vien in mente," 'T is a sad thing, I cannot choose but say, And all the fault of that indecent sun, Who cannot leave alone our helpless clay, But will keep baking, broiling, burning on, That howsoever people fast and pray, The flesh is frail, and so the soul undone: What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, Is much more common where the climate's sultry LXIV. Happy the nations of the moral North! Where all is virtue, and the winter season Sends sin, without a rag on, shivering forth ('T was snow that brought St. Antony (3) to r son); Where juries cast up what a wife is worth, By laying whate'er sum, in mulct, they please The lover, who must pray a handsome price, Because it is a marketable vice. LXV. Alfonso was the name of Julia's lord, A man well-looking for his years, and who Was neither much beloved nor yet abhorr❜d: They lived together, as most people do, Suffering each other's foibles by accord, And not exactly either one or two; Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it. LXVI. Julia was yet I never could see why With Donna Inez quite a favourite friend; was not to be comforted. Allah achbar!' exclaimed be, did misfortunes ever equal mine?' From this circumsta the hill took the name of Feg Allah achbar; but the poir view commanding the last prospect of Granada is known am Spaniards by the name of 'el ultimo suspiro del Moro,' or last sigh of the Moor." Washington Irving. (1) In the MS. "I'll tell you too a secret-i silence! hush! which you 'll hush.”—E. (2) In the MS. Between their tastes there was small sympathy, And that still keeping up the old connection. And certainly this course was much the best: And if she could not (who can ?) silence scandal, LXVIII. I can't tell whether Julia saw the affair Of this, at least no symptom e'er was shown; Juan she saw, and, as a pretty child, Caress'd him often-such a thing might be Quite innocently done, and harmless styled, When she had twenty years, and thirteen he; But I am not so sure I should have smiled When he was sixteen, Julia twenty-three : Whate'er the cause might be, they had become Yet Julia's very coldness still was kind, 'T was but a doubt; but ne'er magician's wand Wrought change with all Armida's fairy art Like what this light touch left on Juan's heart. LXXII. And if she met him, though she smiled no more, She look'd a sadness sweeter than her smile, As if her heart had deeper thoughts in store She must not own, but cherish'd more the while For that compression in its burning core; Even innocence itself has many a wile, And will not dare to trust itself with truth, And love is taught hypocrisy from youth. LXXIII. But passion most dissembles, yet betrays Its workings through the vainly-guarded eye, And in whatever aspect it arrays Itself, 'tis still the same hypocrisy ; Coldness or anger, even disdain or hate, Are masks it often wears, and still too late. LXXIV. Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, Of which young passion cannot be bereft, LXXV. Poor Julia's heart was in an awkward state; And almost might have made a Tarquin quake: LXXVI. She vow'd she never would see Juan more, Again it opens! it can be no other, 'Tis surely Juan now-No! I'm afraid That night the Virgin was no further pray'd. (1) LXXVII. She now determined that a virtuous woman Should rather face and overcome temptation; That flight was base and dastardly, and no man Should ever give her heart the least sensation: That is to say, a thought beyond the common Preference, that we must feel upon occasion, For people who are pleasanter than others, But then they only seem so many brothers. LXXVIII. And even if by chance-and who can tell? And, if still free, that such or such a lover Such thoughts, and be the better when they 're And if the man should ask, 't is but denial: [over; I recommend young ladies to make trial. LXXIX. And then there are such things as love divine, Bright and immaculate, unmix'd and pure, Such as the angels think so very fine, And matrons, who would be no less secure, Platonic, perfect, "just such love as mine:" Thus Julia said-and thought so, to be sure, And so I'd have her think, were I the man On whom her reveries celestial ran. LXXX. Such love is innocent, and may exist Between young persons without any danger. Love, then, but love within its proper limits, LXXXII. Fraught with this fine intention, and well fenced And that her honour was a rock, or mole, (2) Her plan she deem'd both innocent and feasible, Or if they did so, satisfied to mean Nothing but what was good, her breast was peaceA quiet conscience makes one so serene! [ableChristians have burnt each other, quite persuaded That all the Apostles would have done as they did. LXXXIV. And if in the mean time her husband died, But Heaven forbid that such a thought should cross Her brain, though in a dream! (and then she sigh`d) Never could she survive that common loss; But just suppose that moment should betide, I only say suppose it—inter nos. (This should be entre nous, for Julia thought In French, but then the rhyme would go for nought.) LXXXV. I only say suppose this supposition: Juan, being then grown up to man's estate, Would fully suit a widow of condition, Even seven years hence it would not be too late; And in the interim (to pursue this vision) LXXXVI. So much for Julia. Now we'll turn to Juan. Of his own case, and never hit the true one; Silent and pensive, idle, restless, slow, His home deserted for the lonely wood, Tormented with a wound he could not know, His, like all deep grief, plunged in solitude: I'm fond myself of solitude or so, But then, I beg it may be understood, "O Love! in such a wilderness as this, And here thou art a god indeed divine.” The bard I quote from does not sing amiss,(4) With the exception of the second line, For that same twining "transport and security" Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity. (3) See Ovid. de Art. Amand. I. ii.-E. (4) Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming-(I think) the opening of Canto Second-but quote from memory LXXXIX. The poet meant, no doubt, and thus appeals To the good sense and senses of mankind, The very thing which every body feels, As all have found on trial, or may find, That no one likes to be disturb'd at meals Or love. I won't say more about "entwined" Or "transport," as we knew all that before, But beg "security" will bolt the door. XC. Young Juan wander'd by the glassy brooks, And every now and then we read them through, He, Juan (and not Wordsworth), so pursued His self-communion with his own high soul, Until his mighty heart, in its great mood, Had mitigated part, though not the whole, Of its disease; he did the best he could With things not very subject to contro!, XCII. He thought about himself, and the whole earth, In thoughts like these true wisdom may discern XCIV. He pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers, And heard a voice in all the winds; and then (1) In the MS. "I say this by the way-so don't look stern, But if you 're angry, reader, pass it by."-E. (2) Juan Boscan Almogava, of Barcelona, died about the year 1543. In concert with his friend Garcilasso, he introduced the Italian style into Castilian poetry, and commenced his labours by writing sonnets in the manner of Petrarch.-E. (3) Garcilasso de la Vega, of a noble family at Toledo, was a He thought of wood-nymphs and immortal bowers, And when he look'd upon his watch again, XCV. Sometimes he turn'd to gaze upon his book, As if't were one whercon magicians bind Thus would he while his lonely hours away Could yield his spirit that for which it panted, A bosom whereon he his head might lay, And hear the heart beat with the love it granted, With several other things, which I forget, Or which, at least, I need not mention yet. XCVII. Those lonely walks, and lengthening reveries, Could not escape the gentle Julia's eyes: She saw that Juan was not at his ease; But that which chiefly may and must surprise, Is, that the Donna Inez did not tease Her only son with question or surmise: Whether it was she did not see, or would not, Or, like all very clever people, could not. XCVIII. This may seem strange, but yet 't is very common; (I have forgot the number, and think no man Should rashly quote, for fear of a mistake:) I say, when these same gentlemen are jealous, They make some blunder, which their ladies tell us. XCIX. A real husband always is suspicious, But still no less suspects in the wrong place, (4) Jealous of some one who had no such wishes, Or pandering blindly to his own disgrace, warrior as well as a poet. After serving with distinction in Germany, Africa, and Provence, he was killed, in 1536, by a stone thrown from a tower, which fell upon his head as he was leading on his battalion. Some of his poems have been lately translated into English by Mr. Wiffen.-E. (4) In the MS. "A real wittol always is suspicious, But always also hunts in the wrong place."-E. |