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There was a depin of feeling to embrace Thus Adeline would throw into the shade
Thougous, boundless, deep, but silent too as Space. (By doing easily, whene'er she chose,
XLIX. What dilettanti do with vast parade)
Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless Grace, Their sort of half profession; for il grows The full-grown Hebe of Fitz-Fulke, whose mind, To something like this when too oft display'd; If she had any, was upon her face, And that it is so, every body knows,
And that was of a fascinating kind. Who have heard Miss That or This, or Lady T' other, | A little turn for mischief you might trace Show off 10 please their company or mother.
Also thereon,- but that's not much; we find XLV.
Few females without some such gentle leaven, Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios!
For fear we should suppose us quite in heaven. The admirations and the speculations;
The “Tanti Palpiti's” on such occasions: Though once she was seen reading the Bath The “ Lasciami's,” and quavering “Addio's!”
(thetic. Amongst our own most musical of nations; Anıl Hayley's Triumphs, which she deem'd paWith “Tu mi chamas's” from Portingale,(1) Because she said her temper had been tried To soothe our ears, lest Italy should fail.(2) So much, the bard had really been prophetic XLVI.
Ofwhat she had gone through with-since a bride.
But of all verse, what most ensured her praise In Babylon's bravuras—as the home
Were sonnels to herself, or “bouts rimés.” (3) Heart-ballads of Green Erin or Grey Highlands, That bring Lochaber back 10 eyes that roam
LI. O'er far Alantic continents or islands,
'Twere difficult to say what was the object The calentures of music which o'ercome
Of Adeline, in bringing this same lay All mountaineers with drcams that they are nigh To bear on what appeard to her the subject lands,
Of Juan's nervous feelings on that day. No more to be beheld but in such visions Perhaps she merely had the simple project Was Adeline well versed, as compositions.
To laugh him out of his supposed dismay; XLVII.
Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it, She also had a twilight tinge of“ blue,"
Though why I cannot say—at leastathis minute. Could write rhymes, and compose more than she
LII. Made epigrams occasionally too
(wrote, But so far the immediate effect Upon her friends, as every body ought.
Was to restore him to his self-propriety, But still from that sublimer azure hue,
A thing quite necessary to the elect, So much the present dye, she was remote; Who wish to take the tone of their society; Was weak enough to deem Pope a great poet, In which you cannot be too circumspect, And, what was worse, was not ashamed to show it. Whether the mode be persiflage or piety, XLVIII.
But wear the newest mantle of hypocrisy,
On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy.(4)
His spirits, and without more explanation
Her Grace, 100, also seized the same occasion,
(1) For two translations of this Portuguese song, see Miscel in general, and of much of Rossini's; but we may say, as the laneous Poems, posl.
connoisseur did or painting, in the Vicar of Wakefield, “That the (2) I remember that the mayoress of a provincial town, some picture would be better painted if the painter had taken more what surfeited with a similar display from foreign parts, did pains.” rather indecorously break through the applauses of an intel (“Pope, before he spoke of Handel, applied to Arbuthnot, to ligent audience-intelligent, I mean, as to music-for the words, know whether the composer really deserved what was said of besides being in recondite languages (it was some years before him. It was after making a similar inquiry respecting Mozart ibe peace, ere all the world bad travelled, and while I was a col- that lord Byron wrole the passage (the foregoing) in his noles lo legian), were sorely disguised by the performers :—this mayor Don Juan, giving him the preference to Rossini. Rossini was ess, I say, broke out with, “Rot your Italianos! for my pari, bis real favourite.” Lord Byron, etc., by Leigh Hunt.-E] I loves a simple ballat!” Rossini will go a good way to bring (3) The last words or rhymes of a number of verses given to a most people to the same opinion, some day. Who would imagine poet to be filled up.” Todd.-E. that he was to be the successor of Mozart? However, I slale (4) “Pellicoal government-female power.” Todd.-E. This with diffidence, as a liege and loyal admirer of Ilalian music
With various similar remarks lo tally,
New buildings of corresjest conformation, But wish'd for a still more detailid narration And throw down old, which he call'd restoration. Of this same mystic friar's curious doings,
The cost would be a trifleman "old song,"
Set to some thousands ('t is the usual burden Of these few could say more than has been said; Of that same tune, when people hum it long)
They pass’d as such things do, for superstition The price would speedily repay its worth in With some, while others, who had more in dread An edifice no less sublime ihan strong,
The theme, half credited the strange tradition; By which Lord Henry's good taste would go forib And much was talk'd on all sides on that head: Its glory, through all ages shining sunny, [in
But Juan, when cross-question’d on the vision, For Gothic daring shown in English money.(2) Which some supposed (though he had not avow'd
There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage Had stirr’d him, answer'd in a way to cloud it.
Lord Henry wish'd to raise for a new purchase; LV.
Also a-lawsuit upon lenures burgage, And then, the mid-day having worn to one,
And one on tithes, which sure are Discord's The company prepared to separate;
torches, Some to their several pastimes, or to none,
Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage, Some wondering 't was so early, some so late. “Untying" squires “to fight against the churThere was a goodly match, loo, lo be run
ches;” (3) Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate,
There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman, And a young race-horse of old pedigree,
For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman.
There were two poachers caught in a steel trap, There was a picture-dealer who had brought
Ready for gaol, their place of convalescence; A special Titian, warranted original,
There was a country-girl in a close cap
And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, sinceSo precious that it was not to be bought,
Though princes the possessor were besieging all. Since-since-in youth, I had the sad mishapThe king himself had cheapen'd it, but thought
But luckily I have paid few parish fees since): The civil list he deigns to accept (obliging all
That scarlet cloak, alas! unclosed with rigour, His subjects by his gracious acceptation)
Presents the problem of a double figure.
A reel within a bottle is a mystery,
One can't tell how it e'er got in or out; But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,
Therefore the present piece of natural history The friend of artists, if not arts,-the owner,
I leave to those who are fond of solving doubt: With motives the most classical and pure, So that he would have been the very donor,
And merely state, though not for the consistory, Rather than seller, had his wants been fewor,
Lord Henry was a justice, and that Scout So much he deem'd his patronage an honour,
The constable, beneath a warrant's bander,
Had bagg'd this poacher upon Nature's manor.
Now justices of peace must judge all pieces
Of mischief of all kinds, and keep the game There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic And morals of the country from caprices
Bricklayer of Babel, call'd an architect, [thick, Of those who have not a license for the same; Brought to survey these grey walls, which, tho' so And of all things, excepting tithes and leases,
Might have from time acquired some slight defect; Perhaps these are most difficult to tame: Who after rummaging the Abbey, through thick
Preserving partridges and pretty wenches And thin, produced a plan whereby to erect Are puzzles to the most precautious benches. (1) Capo d'opera-chef-d'œuvre-master-piece.-E.
lo imbeciles. There is a glorious field for him, if he know how to () Ausu Romano, ære Veneto” is the inscription (and well cultivate it-(Napoleon, Duke of Reichstadt, died at Vienda in toscribed in this instance) on the sea-walls between the Adriatic 1832, lo lhe disappointment of many prophets.-E.] and Venice. The walls were a republican work of the Venetians;
(3) “I conjure you, by that which you profess, the inscription, I believe, imperial; and inscribed by Napoleon
(llowe'er you come to know it) answer me: the First. It is time lo continue to him that title-There will be
Though ye untie the winds, and let them fight a second by and by, “Spes altera mundi,” if he live ; let him nol
Against the churches." -Macbeth. defeat it like his father. But, in any case, he will be preferable
LXX. The present culprit was extremely pale,
Lord Henry was a great electioneerer, Pale as if painted so; her cheek being red
Burrowing for boroughs like a rat or rabbit. By nature, as in higher dames less hale
But county contests cost him rather dearer, 'T is white, at least when they just rise from bed. Because the neighbouring Scotch Earl of GiftPerhaps she was ashamed of seeming frail,
gabbit Poor soul! for she country born and bred, Had English influence, in the self-same sphere here; And knew no better in her immorality
His son, the Honourable Dick Dicedrabbit, Than to wax white-for blushes are for quality. Was member for the “other interest” (meaning
The same self-interest, with a different leaning). LXV. Her black, bright, downcast, yet espiègle eye,
LXXI. Had gather'd a large tear into its corner,
Courteous and cautious therefore in his county, Which the poor thing at times essay'd to dry, He was all things to all men, and dispensed
For she was not a sentimental mourner, To some civility, to others bounty, Parading all her sensibility,
And promises lo all-which last commenced Nor insolent enough to scorn the scorner,
To gather to a somewhat large amount, he But stood in trembling patient tribulation,
Not calculating how much they condensed; To be call’d up for her examination.
But what with keeping some, and breaking others,
His word had the same value as another's.
A friend to freedom and freeholders—yet Not nigh the gay saloon of ladies gent.
No less a friend lo government-he held, The lawyers in the study; and in air
That he exactly the just medium hit The prize pig, ploughman, poachers; the men
'T wixt place and patriotism-albeit compella, From town, viz. architect and dealer, were, (sent Such was his sovereign's pleasure (though untit, Both busy (as a general in his tent
He added modestly, when rebels rail'd), Writing despatches) in their several stations, To hold some sinecures he wish'd abolish'd, Exulting in their brilliant lucubrations.
But that with them all law would be demolish'd. LXVI.
He was “free to confess"-(whence comes this But this poor girl was left in the great hall, While Scout, the parish guardian of the frail,
phrase? Discuss'd (he haled beer yclept the “small”)
Is't English ? No't is only parliamentary) A mighly mug of moral double ale.
That innovation's spirit now-a-days She waited until Justice could recall
Had made more progress than for the last century. Its kind attentions to their proper pale,
He would not tread a factious path to praise, To name a thing in nomenclature rather
Though for the public weal disposed to venture Perplexing for most virgins-a child's father.
As for his place, he could but say this of it, [high;
That the fatigue was greater than the profit.
For the Lord Henry, link'd with dogs and horses. Heaven, and his friends, knew that a private life There was much bustle, too, and preparation,
Had ever been his sole and whole ambition; Below stairs on the score of second courses;
But could he quit his king in times of strife,
Which threaten'd the whole country with perBecause, as suits their rank and situation,
dition ? Those who in counties have great land resources Have “public days,” when all men may carouse,
When demagogues would with a butcher's knife Though not exactly what's called “open house.”
Cutthrough and through (oh! damnable incision!)
The Gordian or the Geordi-an knot, whose strings LXIX.
Have tied together commons, lords, and kings. But once a week or fortnight, uninvited
LXXV. (Thus we translate a general invitation) All country gentlemen, esquired or knighted,
Sooner “come place into the civil list May drop in without cards, and take their station And champion him to the utmost—" (1) he would At the full board, and sit alike delighted
Till duly disappointed or dismiss’d: (keep it, With fashionable wines and conversation;
Profit he cared not for, let others reap it; And, as the isthmus of the grand connection,
(1) “Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, Talk o'er themselves the past and next election.
And champing me to the utterance.” Macbeth.-E
But should the day come wben place ceased to exist,
LXXXI. The country would have far more cause lo weep There were some country wags loomand, alas! for how could it go on? Explain who can! [it:
Some exiles from the town, who had been driven He gloried in the name of Englishman.
To gaze, instead of pavement, upon grass,
And rise at nine in lieu of long eleven.
And lo! upon that day it came to pass, Than those who were not paid for independence,
I sate next that o'erwhelming son of heaven, As common soldiers, or a common--shore, The very powerful parson, Peter Pith.(1) Have in their several arts or parts ascendance
The loudest wit I e'er was deafen'd with.
A brilliant diner-out, though but a curate; To prove their pride, as footmen to a beggar. And not a joke he cut but earn'd its praise, LXXVII.
Until preferment, coming at a sure rate, All this (save the last stanza) Henry said,
O Providence ! how wondrous are thy ways ! And thought. Isay no more-I've said too much;
Who would suppose thy gifls sometimes olifor all of us have either heard or read
durate?) Off-or upon the hustings—some slight such
Gave him, to lay the devil who looks o’er Lincoln, Hints from the independent heart or head
A fut fen vicarage, and nought to think on. Of the official candidate. I'll touch
LXXXIII. No more on this—the dinner-bell hath rung, His jokes were sermons, and his sermons jckes; And grace is said; the grace I should have sung But both were thrown away amongst the feos; LXXVIII.
For wit hath no great friend in aguish folks. But I'm too late, and therefore must make play.
No longer ready ears and shori-hand pens
Imbibed the gay bon mot, or happy hoax: 'T was a great banquet, such as Albion old Was wont to boast-as if a glutton's tray
The poor priest was reduced to common sense, Were something very glorious to behold.
Or to coarse efforts, very loud and long, But 't was a public feast and public day,
To hammer a hoarse laugh from the thick throng. Quite full, right dull, guests hot, and dishes cold,
A beggar and queen,”(2) or was (of late
The latter worse used of the two we've seenThe squires familiarly formal, and
But we 'll say nothing of affairs of slate), My lords and ladies proudly condescending;
A difference “'twixt a bishop and a dean," The very servants puzzling how to hand
A difference between crockery-ware and plate, Their plates—without it might be too much
As between English beef and Spartan brothbending
And yet great heroes have been bred by both. from their high places by the sideboard's stand
LXXXV. Yet, like their masters, fearful of offending. But of all nature's discrepancies, none for any deviation from the graces
Upon the whole is greater than the difference Might cost both men and masters 100-lheir places. Beheld between the country and the town, LXXX.
Of which the latter merils every preference There were some hunters bold, and coursers keen,
From those who have few resources of their own, Whose hounds ne’er err’d, nor greyhounds to some small plan of interest or ambition
And only think, or act, or feel, with reference deign'd to lurch; Some deadly shots too, Septembrizers, seen
Both which are limited to no condition. Earliest to rise, and last to quit the search
LXXXVI. Of the poor partridge through his stubble screen. But " en avant !” The light loves languish o'er
There were some massy members of the church, Long banquets and too many guests, although Takers of tithes, and makers of good matches, A slight repast makes people love much more, And several who sung fewer psalms than catches. Bacchus and Ceres being, as we know,
(1) Query, Sidney Smith, author of Peter Plimly's Lelters ? Printer's Devil.-E.
(2) “There's a difference between a beggar and a queen;
And I'll tell you the reason why;
Nor be half so merry as I," etc.-E.
Even from our grammar upwards, friends of yore
XCII. With vivifying Venus, (1) who doch owe
Was, that he caught Aurora's eye on his, To these the invention of champagne and truffles; And something like a smile upon her cheek. Temperance delights her, but long fasting ruffles. Now this he really rather took amiss : LXXXVII.
In those who rarely smile, their smile bespeaks Dully pass'd o'er the dinner of the day;
A strong external motive; and in this And Juan took his place, he knew not where,
Smile of Aurora's there was nought to pique Confused, in the confusion, and distrait,
Or hope, or love, with any of the wiles And sitting as if nail'd upon his chair:
Which some pretend to trace in ladies' smiles. Though knives and forks clang'd round as in a fray,
and Juan grew carnation with vexation,
Which was not very wise, and still less witty, On which, at the third asking of the bans, Since he had gain’d at least her observation, He started; and perceiving smiles around
A most important outwork of the cityBroadening to grips, he colour'd more than once, As Juan should have known, had not his senses And hastily-as nothing can confound
By last night's ghost been driven from their defences. A wise man more than laughter from a dunce
XCIV. Inflicted on the dish a deadly wound,
But, what was bad, she did not blush in turn, And with such hurry, that ere he could curb it, He had paid his neighbour's prayer with half a Her aspect was as usual, still not stern
Nor seem embarrass’d-quite the contrary; turbot.
And she withdrew, but cast not down, her eye, LXXXIX.
Yet grew a little pale-with what ? concern ? This was no bad mistake, as it occurr'd,
I know not; but her colour ne'er was highThe supplicator being an amateur;
Though sometimes faintly flush'd—and always | But others, who were left with scarce a third, As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere. (clear, Were angry—as they well might, to be sure.
XCV. They wonder'd how a young man so absurd
but Adeline was occupied by fame Lord Henry at his table should endure;
This day; and watching, witching, condescendAnd this, and his not knowing how much oats
To the consumers of fish, fowl, and game, ing Had fallen last market, cost his host three voles.
And dignity with courtesy so blending,
As all must blend whose part it is to aim
At their lord's, son's, or similar connection's, A prologue which but slightly harmonised Safe conduct through the rocks of re-elections. With the substantial company engross'd
XCVI, By malter, and so much materialised,
Though this was most expedient on the whole, That one scarce knew at what to marvel most
And usual---Juan, when he cast a glance, Of two things—how (the question rather odd is) On Adeline while playing her grand rôle, Such bodies could have souls, or souls such bodies. Which she went through as though it were a dance, XCI.
Betraying only now and then her soul But what confused him more than smile or stare
By a look scarce perceptibly askance From all the 'quires and 'squiresses around,
(Of weariness or scorn), began to feel Who wonder'd at the abstraction of his air,
Some doubt how much of Adeline was real: Especially as he had been renown'd
XCVII. for some vivacity among the fair,
So well she acted all and every part Even in the country circle's narrow bound- By turns—with that vivacious versatility, (For little things upon my lord's estate
Which many people take for want of heart : Were good small talk for others still less great) They err—'tis merely what is call’d mobility, 2)
(1) “Sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus.”
immediate impressions at the same time without losing the
Adag.-E. past; and is, though sometimes apparently useful to the possessor, (2) Jo French "mobilité.” I am not sure thal mobility is a most paiuful and unhappy altribute.—["That Lord Byron was English; but it is expressive of a quality which rather belongs fully aware not only of the abundance of this quality in his own to other climates, though it is sometimes seen to a great extent nature, but of the danger in which it placed consistency and in our own. It may be defined as an excessive susceptibility of singleness of character, did not require ibis nole to assure us.