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eyes out."

"Was it for this you took your sudden Look where you please, we've nothing, sir, journey,

to hide; Under pretence of business indispensible, Only another time, I trust, you'll tell us, With that sublime of rascals your attorney, Or for the sake of decency abide Whom I see standing there, and looking A moment at the door, that we may be


Dress'd to receive so much good company. Of having play'd the fool ? though both I Deserves the worst, his conduct's less de- And now, sir, I have done, and say no more;


The little I have said may serve to show Because, no doubt, 'twas for his dirty fee, The guileless heart in silence may grieve o'er And not from any love to you nor me. The wrongs to whose exposure it is slow:

I leave you to your conscience as before,

'Twill one day ask you why you used me so ? “If he comes here to take a deposition, God grant you feel not then the bitterest By all means let the gentleman proceed ;

grief!You've made the apartment in a fit condition: Antonia! where's my pocket-handkerchief?” There's and ink for you, sir, when you

need Let every thing be noted with precision, She ceased, and turn'd upon her pillow; pale I would not you for nothing should be fee’d-She lay, her dark eyes flashing through But, as my maid's undress'd, pray turn your

their tears, spies out." Like skies that rain and lighten; as a veil, “Oh!” sobb’d Antonia, “I could tear their Waved and o'ershading her wan check,

appears Her streaming hair; the black curls strive,

but fail, “There is the closet, there the toilet, there To hide the glossy shoulder which uprears The anti-chamber-search them under, over: Its snow through all; - her soft lips lic apart, There is the sofa, there the great arm-chair, And louder than her breathing beats her The chimney - which would really hold a

heart. lover. I wish to sleep, and beg you will take care And make no further noise till you discover The Senhor Don Alfonso stoud confused; The secret cavern of this lurking treasure- Antonia bustled round the ransack'd room, And, when 'tis found, let me, too, have And, turning up her nose, with looks abused

that pleasure. Her master, and his myrmidons, of whom

Not one, except the attorney, was amused;

He, like Achates, faithful to the tomb, “And now, Hidalgo! now that you have so there were quarrels, cared not for the thrown

cause, Doubt upon me, confusion over all, Knowing they must be settled by the laws. Pray have the courtesy to make it known Who is the man you search for? how d’ye call Him? what's his lineage? let bim but be With prying snub-nose, and small eyes, be shown

stood, I hope he's young and handsome – is he tall? Following Antonia's motions here and there, Tell me--and be assured that since you stain With much suspicion in his attitude; My honour thus, it shall not be in vain. For reputations he had little care;

So that a suit or action were made good,

Small pity had he for the young and fair, “At least, perhaps, he has not sixty years- | And ne'er believed in negatives, till these At that age he would be too old for slaughter, Were proved by competent false witnesses, Or for so young a husband's jealous fears(Antonia! Jet me have a glass of water). I am ashamed of having shed these tears, But Don Alfonso stood with dow'ncast looks, They are unworthy of my father's daughter; And, truth to say, he made a foolish figure; My mother dream'd not in my natal hour When, after searching in five hundred nooks. That I should fall into a monster's power. And treating a young wife with so much


He gain'd no point, except some self-rebukes, "Perhaps 'tis of Antonia you are jealous, Added to those his lady with such vigour You saw that she was sleeping by my side Had pour'd upon him for the last half hour, When you broke in upon us with your Quick, thick, and heavy- as a thunderfellows:


At first he tried to hammer an excuse, Of his position I can give no notion:
To which the sole reply were tears and sobs, | 'Tis written in the Hebrew Chronicle,
And indications of hysterics, whose How the physicians, leaving pill and potion,
Prologue is alwayscertain throes and throbs, Prescribed, by way of blister, a young belle,
Gasps, and whatever else the owners When old King David's blood grew dull in
choose :

Alfonso saw his wife, and thought of Job's; And that the medicine answer'd very well;
He saw too, in perspective, her relations, Perhaps 'twas in a different way applied,
And then he tried to muster all his patience. For David lived, but Juan nearly died.

no more,

He stood in act to speak, or rather stammer, What's to be done? Alfonso will be back But sage Antonia cut him short before The moment he has sent his fools away. The anvil of his speech received the hammer, Antonia's skill was put upon the rack, With Pray, sir, leave the room, and say But no device could be brought into play

And how to parry the renew'd attack? Or madam dies."—Alfonso mutter'd “D-n Besides, it wanted but few hours of day:


Antonia puzzled ; Julia did not speak, But nothing else, the time of words was o'er; But press’d her bloodless lip to Juan's cheek. He cast a rueful look or two, and did, He knew not wherefore, that which he

was bid,

He turn'd his lip to hers, and with his hand
Callid back the tangles of her wandering

hair; With him retired his “posse comitatus," Even then their love they could not all The attorney last, who linger'd near the

command, door,

And half forgot their danger and despair : Reluctantly, still tarrying there as late as Antonia's patience now was at a standAntonia let him-not a little sore

“Come, come, 'tis no time now for fooling At this most strange and unexplain'dhiatus"

there,” In Don Alfonso's facts, which just now wore She whisper'd in great wrath-“I must An awkward look; as he revolved the case

deposit The door was fasten'd in his legal face. This pretty gentleman within the closet:

No sooner was it bolted, than - Oh shame! “Pray keep your nonsense for some luckier Oh sin! Oh sorrow! and Oh womankind !

night* How can you do such things and keep your Who can have put my master iu this mood?


What will become on't?_I'm in such a fright! Unless this world, and t’other too, be blind? The devil's in the urchin, and no good – Nothing so dear as an unsilch'd good name! Is this a time for giggling? this a plight? But to proceed--for there is more behind: Why, don't you know that it may end in With mnch heart-felt reluctance be it said,

blood ? Young Juan slipp'd, half-sinother’d, from You'll lose your life, and I shall lose my the bed.


My mistress all, for that half-girlish face He had been hid - I don't pretend to say How, nor can I indeed describe the where— “Had it but been for a stout cavalier Young, slender, and pack'd easily, he lay, of twenty-five or thirty-(Come, make No doubt, in little compass, round or square;

haste) But pity him I neither must nor may But for a child, what piece of work is here! His suffocation by that pretty pair ; I really, madam, wonder at your tasteTwere better, sure, to die so, than be shut (Come, sir, get in)-my master must be near. With maudlin Clarence in hisMalmsey-butt. There, for the present, at the least he's fast,

And, if we can but till the inorning keep

Our counsel-(Juan, mind you must not And, secondly, I pity not, because

sleep).” He had no business to commit a sin, Forbid by heavenly, fined by human laws,At least 'twas rather early to begin ; Now, Don Alfonso entering, but alone, Bat at sixteen the conscience rarely gnaws Closed the oration of the trusty maid : So mnch as when we call our old debts in She loiter'd, and he told her to be gone, At sixty years, and draw the accounts of evil, An order somewhat sullenly obey'd; And find a deuced balance with the devil. However, present remedy was none,

and sup.

And no great good seem d answerd if she They blush, and we believe them: at least I


Have always done ; 'tis of no great use,
Regarding both with slow and sidelong view, In any case, attempting a reply,
She snuffd the candle, curtsied, and with- For then their eloquence grows quite profuse;

And when at length they are out of breath,

they sigh,

And cast their languid eyes down, and let Alfonso paused a minute-then begun

loose Some strange excuses for his late proceeding; A tear or two, and then we make it up; He would not justify what he had done, And then-and then--and then-sit down To say

the best, it was extreme ill breeding, But there were ample reasons for it, none Of which he specified in this his pleading: His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, Alfonso closed his speech, and begg'd her Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call “rig

pardon, marole." Which Julia half withheld, and then half


And laid conditions, he thought, very hard on, Julia said nought; though all the while Denying several little things he wanted :

there rose

He stood, like Adam, lingering near his A ready answer, which at once enables

garden, A matron, who her husband's foible knows, With useless penitence perplex'd and hauntBy a few timely words to turn the tables,

ed, Which, if it does not silence, still must pose, Beseeching she no further would refusc, Even if it should comprise a pack of fables; When lo! he stumbled o'er a pair of shoes. Tis to retort with firmness, and when he Suspects with one, do you reproach with


A pair of shoes !-what then? not much,

if they

Are such as fit with lady's feet, but these Julia, in fact, had tolerable grounds, (No one can tell how ich I grieve to say) Alfonso's loves with Inez were well known; Were masculine; to see them and to seize But whether 'twas that one's own guilt Was but a moment's act.-Ah! Well-a-day!

confounds - My teeth begin to chatter, my veins freeze -But that can't be, as has been often shown; Alfonso first examined well their fashion, A lady with apologies abounds:

And then flew out into another passion. It might be that her silence sprang alone From delicacy to Don Juan's ear, To whom she knew his mother's fame was He left the room for his relinquish'd sword,


And Julia instant to the closet flew.
“Fly, Juan, Ay! for heaven's sake- not a

word There might be one more motive, which The door is open - you may yet slip through

makes two: The passage you so often have explored Alfonso ne'er to Juan had alluded, Here is the garden-key-Fly-fly- Adien ! Mention'd his jealousy, but never who Haste-haste !-I hear Alfonso's hurrying Had been the happy lover, he concluded,

feetConceal'd amongst his premises ; 'tis true, Day has not broke—there's no one in the His mind the more o'er this its mystery

street." brooded; To speak of Inez now were, one may say, Like throwing Juan in Alfonso's way. None can say that this was not good advice,

The only mischief was, it came too late;

Of all experience 'tis the usual price, A hint, in tender cases, is enough; A sort of income tax laid on by Fate : Silence is best, besides there is a tact Juan had reach'd the room-door in a trice, (That modern phrase appears to me sad And might have done so by the garden-gate,


But met Alfonso in his dressing-gown, But it will serve to keep my verse compact) Who threaten d death-s0 Juan knock'd him Which keeps, when push'd by questions

down. rather rough, A lady always distant from the fact The charming creatures lie with such a Dire was the scuffle, and out went the light,

Antonia cried out “Rape!” and Julia “Fire!" There's nothing so becoming to the face. But not a servant stirrd to aid the fight.


Alfonso, pommell'd to his heart's desire, The best is that in short-hand, ta'en by Swore lustily he'd be revenged this night;

Gurney, And Juan, too, blasphemed an octave Who to Madrid on purpose inade a journey.

higher; His blood was up; though young, he was

a 'I'artar,

But Donna Inez, to divert the train And not at all disposed to prove a martyr. Of one of the most circulating scandals

That had for centuries been known in Spain,

At least since the retirement of the Vandals, Alfonso's sword had dropp'd ere he could First vow'd (and never had she vowd in vain)

draw it,

To Virgin Mary several pounds of candles; And they continued battling hand to hand, And then, by the advice of some old ladies, For Juan very luckily ne'er saw it; She sent her son to be shipp'd off from Cadiz. His temper not being under great command, If at that moment he had chanced to claw it, Alfonso's days had not been in the land She had resolved that he should travel Much longer.— Think of husbands’, lovers'

through lives!

All European climes by land or sea, And how you may be doubly widows-wives! To mend his former morals, and get new,

Especially in Frånce and Italy

(At least this is the thing most people do). Alfonso grappled to detain the foe, Julia was sent into a convent; she And Juan throttled him to get away, Grieved, but, perhaps, her feelings may be And blood ('twas from the nose) began to

better flow;

Shown in the following copy of her letter: At last, as they more faintly wrestling lay, Juan contrived to give an awkward blow, And then his only garment quite gave way; "They tell me 'tis decided ; you depart: He fled, like Joseph, leaving it - but there, 'Tis wise-'tis well, but not the less a pain; I doubt, all likeness ends between the pair.. I have no further claim on your young heart,

Mine is the victim, and would be again;

To love too much has been the only art Lights came at length, and men and maids, I used ;-1 write in haste, and if a stain

who found Be on this sheet, 'tis not what it appears— An awkward spectacle their eyes before; My eyeballs burn and throb, but have no Antonia in hysterics, Julia swoond, Alfonso leaning, breathless, by the door; Some half-torn drapery scatter'd on the


"I loved, I love yon, for this love have lost Some blood, and several footsteps, but no State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own

esteem, Juan the gate gain'd, turn'd the key about, And yet cannot regret what it hath cost, And liking not the inside, lock'd the out. So dear is still the memory of that dream;

Yet, if I name my guilt, 'tis not to boast,

None can deem harshlier of me than I deem: Here ends this Canto.--Need I sing or say, I trace this scrawl because I cannot rest— How Juan, naked, favour'd by the Night I've nothing to reproach or to request. (Who favours what she should not), found And reach'd his home in an unseemly plight? | “Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, The pleasant scandal which arose next day, 'Tis woman's whole existence; man may The nine days' wonder which was brought

range to light,

The court, camp, church, the vessel, and And how Alfonso sued for a divorce,

the mart, Were in the English newspapers, of course. Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange

Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart,

And few there are whom these can not If you would like to see the whole pro

estrange : ceedings,

Men have all these resources; we but oneThe depositions, and the causc at full, To love again, and be again undone. The names of all the witnesses, the pleadings Of counsel to non-suit or to annul, There's more than one edition, and the “You will proceed in pleasure and in pride,


Beloved and loving many; all is o'er Are various, but they none of them are dull; For me on earth, except some years to hide



his way

My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's | All these things will be specified in time,

core ;

With strict regard to Aristotle's Rules, These I could bear, but cannot cast aside The vade mecum of the true sublime, The passion, which still rages as before, Which makes so many poets and some fools; And so farewell—forgive me, love me -No, Prose-poets like blank-verse, I'm fond of That word is idle now - but let it go.

rhyme, Good workmen never quarrel with their

tools; “My breast has been all weakness, is so yet; I've got new mythological machinery, But still, I think, I can collect my mind; And very handsome supernatural scenery. My blood still rushes where my spirit's set, As roll the waves before the settled wind; My heart is feminine, nor can forget- There's only one slight difference between To all, except one image, madly blind : Me and my epic brethren gone before, So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole, And here the advantage is my own, I ween; As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul. (Not that I have not several merits more,

But this will more peculiarly be seen)

They so embellish, that 'tis quite a bore “I have no more to say, but linger still, Their labyrinth of fables to thread through, And dare not set my seal upon this sheet, Whereas this story 's actually true. And yet I may as well the task fulfil, My misery can scarce be more complete : I had not lived till now, could sorrow kill, If any person doubt it, I appeal Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow To history, tradition, and to facts,

would meet,

To newspapers, whose truth all know and feel, And I must even survive this last adieu, To plays in five, and operas in three acts; And bear with life, to love and pray for you!" All these confirm my statement a good deal,

But that which more completely faith exacts

Is, that myself, and several now in Seville, This note was written upon gilt-edged paper, Saw Juan's last elopement with the devil. With a neat little crow-quill,slight and new: Her small white hand could hardly reach

the taper,

If ever I should condescend to prose, It trembled as magnetic needles do, I'll write poetical commandments, which And yet she did not let one tear escape her; Shall supersede beyond all doubt all those The seal a sun-flower: Elle vous suit That went before; in these I shall enrich


My text with many things that no one knows, The motto, cut upon a white cornelian,. And carry precept to the highest pitch: The wax was superfine, its hue vermillion. I'll call the work “Longinus o'er a Bottle,

Or, Every Poet his own Aristotle."

This was Don Juan's earliest scrape; but


Thou shalt believe in Milton, Dryden, Pope: I shall proceed with his adventures is Thou shalt not set up Wordsworth, ColeDependant on the public altogether;

ridge, Southey; We'll see, however, what they say to this Because the first is crazed beyond all hope, (Their favour in an author's cap 's a The second drunk, the third so quaint and feather,

mouthey : And no great mischief 's done by their With Crabbe it may be difficult to cope,

caprice); And Campbell's Ilippocrene is somewhat And, if their approbation we experience,

drouthy: Perhaps they'll have some more about a Thou shalt not steal from Samuel Rogers, nor

Commit- flirtation with the muse of Moore.

year hence.

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My poem's epic, and is meant to be Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's Muse, Divided in twelve books ; each book con- His Pegasus, nor any thing that's his :


Thou shalt not bear false witness, like With love, and war, a heavy gale at sea,

"the Blues," A list of ships, and captains, and kings (There's one, at least, is very fond of this)


Thou shalt not write, in short, but what I New characters; the episodes are three:

choose: A panorama-view of hell 's in training, This is true criticism, and you may kiss – After the style of Virgil and of Homer, Exactly as you please, or not-the rod, So that my name of Epic 's no misnomer. But if yon don't, I'll lay it on, by G-d!

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