The town was enter'd. Oh Eternity!- So Cowper says-and I begin to be Of all men, saving Sylla the Man-slayer, Was happiest amongst mortals any where; Crime came not near him she is not the child By habit to what their own hearts abhor And, what's still stranger, left behind a name, The free-born forest found and kept them And tall and strong and swift of foot were Of care or gain: the green woods were their No sinking spirits told them they grew grey; Though very true, were not yet used for Motion was in their days, rest in their And cheerfulness the handmaid of their toil; The lust which stings, the splendour which With the free foresters divide no spoil; So much for Nature:-by way of variety, For which men vainly decimate the throng, score An active hermit, even in age the child "Tis true he shrank from men, even of his The town was enter'd : first one column made nation, When they built up unto his darling trees,He moved some hundred miles off, for a station Its sanguinary way good-then another; Where there were fewer houses and more With distant shrieks were heard Heaven ease; The inconvenience of civilization He was not all alone: around him grew new, to upbraid;Still closer sulphury clouds began to smother The breath of morn and man, where, foot by foot, The madden'd Turks their city still dispute. Koutousow, he who afterwards beat back (With some assistance from the frost and snow) Napoleon on his bold and bloody track, Nor sword nor sorrow yet had left a trace It happen'd was himself beat back just now. On her unwrinkled brow,nor could you view | He was a jolly fellow, and could crack His jest alike in face of friend or foe, A frown on Nature's or on human face; Though life, and death, and victory were | The Turks at first pretended to have scamper'd, But here it seem'd his jokes had ceased to Only to draw them 'twixt two bastiontake: at stake corners, From whence they sallied on those Christian scorners. Then being taken by the tail-a taking Fatal to bishops as to soldiers-these Cossacques were all cut off as day was breaking, And found their lives were let at a short lease But perish'd without shivering or shaking, This valiant man kill'd all the Turks he met, But could not eat them, being in his turn Slain by some Mussulmans, who would not yet, Without resistance, see their city burn. The walls were won, but 'twas an even bet Which of the armies would have cause to mourn: 'Twas blow for blow,disputing inch by inch, For one would not retreat, nor t'other flinch. Another column also suffer'd much: When matters must be carried by the touch Of the bright bayonet, and they all should hurry on, They sometimes, with a hankering for existence, Keep merely firing at a foolish distance. A junction of the General Meknop's men (Without the General, who had fallen some time Before, being badly seconded just then) Was made at length, with those who dared, to climb The death-disgorging rampart once again; And, though the Turk's resistance was sublime, They took the bastion, which the Seraskiet Defended at a price extremely dear. Juan and Johnson, and some volunteers Among the foremost, offer'd him good quarter, A word which little suits with Seraskiers, Or at least suited not this valiant Tartar. He died, deserving well his country's tears, A savage sort of military martyr. But then the fact's a fact-and 'tis the part For all the answer to his proposition Of truth than prose, unless to suit the mart mission, Which Satan angles with,for souls,like flies. The city's taken, but not render'd!—No! The blood may gush out,as the Danube's flow The bayonet pierces and the sabre cleaves, air, And groans;and thus the peopledCity grieves, It is an awful topic-but 'tis not And one good action in the midst of crimes A little scorch'd at present with the blaze Upon a taken bastion, where there lay And shudder ;—while, as beautiful as May, Two villanous Cossacques pursued the child | Up Johnson came, with hundreds at his back, With flashing eyes and weapons: match'd Exclaiming :-"Juan! Juan! On,boy! brace Your arm, and I'll bet Moscow to a dollar, That you and I will win St. George's collar. with them, The rudest brute that roams Siberia's wild Has feelings pure and polish'd as a gem,The bear is civilized, the wolf is mild: And whom for this at last must we condemn? Their natures, or their sovereigns, who employ All arts to teach their subjects to destroy? Your Houris also have a natural pleasure And spite of Johnson and of Juan, who |