(Friends of the party) who begin accusals | But now I'm going to be immoral; now Such as "Unless Miss (Blank) meant to I mean to show things really as they are, have chosen Not as they ought to be: for I avow, That till we see what's what in fact, we're far From much improvement with that virtuous plough

Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals
To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why,
I pray,
Look yes last night, and yet say no to-day?

Which skims the surface, leaving scarce
Upon the black loam long manured by Vice,
Only to keep its corn at the old price.

But first of little Leila we'll dispose;
For like a day-dawn she was young and pure,
Or like the old comparison of snows,
Which are more pure than pleasant to be

sure,

Like many people every body knows.
Don Juan was delighted to secure
A goodly guardian for his infant charge,
Who might not profit much by being at
large.

Besides, he had found out that he was no tutor

(I wish that others would find out the same):
And rather wish'd in such things to stand
neuter,

For silly wards will bring their guardians
blame:
So, when he saw each ancient dame a suitor
To make his little wild Asiatic tame,
Suppression," Lady Pinchbeck
Consulting the "Society for Vice

choice.

was his

Olden she was-but had been very young:
Virtuous she was-and had been, I believe:
Although the world has such an evil tongue
That--but my chaster ear will not receive
In fact, there's nothing makes me so much
An echo of a syllable that's wrong:
grieve

As that abominable tittle tattle,
Which is the cud eschew'd by human cattle.

Moreover I've remark'd (and I was once
A slight observer in a modest way),
And so may every one except a dunce,
That ladies in their youth a little gay,
Besides their knowledge of the world, and

sense

Of the sad consequence of going astray,
Are wiser in their warnings 'gainst the woe
Which the mere passionless can never know.

While the harsh prude indemnifies her
virtue

By railing at the unknown and envied
passion,
Seeking far less to save you than to hurt you,

Or, what's still worse, to put you out of Adversity is the first path to truth:
He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's

fashion,

The kinder veteran with calm words will
court you,
Entreating you to pause before you dash on;
Expounding and illustrating the riddle
Of Epic Love's beginning, end, and middle.

stricter,

How far it profits is another matter.—
Our hero gladly saw his little charge
Safe with a lady, whose last grown-up
daughter

Now, whether it be thus, or that they are
As better knowing why they should be so,
I think you'll find from many a family-Being long married, and thus set at large,
Had left all the accomplishments she taught

picture,

The loveliest Oligarchs of our Gynocrasy; But I'm relapsing into metaphysics,
You may see such at all the balls and dinners,
Among the proudest of our Aristocracy,
So gentle, charming, charitable, chaste-
And all by having tact as well as taste.

That labyrinth, whose clue is of the same
Construction as your cures for hectic phthi-

Juan, who did not stand in the predicament
Of a mere novice, had one safeguard more;
For he was sick-no, 'twas not the word

sick I meant-
But he had seen so much good love before,
That he was not in heart so very weak ;-
I meant
But thus much,and no sneer against the shore
Of white cliffs, white necks, blue eyes,
bluer stockings,
Tithes, taxes, duns, and doors with double
knockings.

But coming young from lands and scenes
romantic,

Where lives, not lawsuits, must be risk'd
for Passion,
And Passion's self must have a spice of
frantic,

Into a country where 'tis half a fashion,
Seem'd to him half commercial,half pedantic,
Howe'er he might esteem this moral nation;
Besides (alas! his taste-forgive and pity!)
At first he did not think the women pretty.

I say at first-for he found out at last,
But by degrees, that they were fairer far
Than the more glowing dames whose lot is
cast

Beneath the influence of the Eastern star-
A further proof we should not judge in haste;
Yet inexperience could not be his bar
To taste:- the truth is,if men would confess,
That novelties please less than they impress.

Though travell'd, I have never had the luck to
Trace up those shuffling negroes, Nile or
Niger,

To that impracticable place, Timbuctoo,
Where Geography finds no one to oblige her
With such a chart as may be safely stuck to-
ForEurope ploughs in Afric like "bos piger:"
But if I had been at Timbuctoo, there
No doubt I should be told that black is fair.

It is. I will not swear that black is white;
But I suspect in fact that white is black,
And the whole matter rests upon eye-sight.
Ask a blind man, the best judge. You'll
attack

Perhaps this new position-but I'm right;
Or if I'm wrong, I'll not be ta'en aback :-
He hath no morn nor night, but all is dark
Within; and what sec'st thon? A dubious
spark.

sics,

Those bright moths fluttering round a dying
flame:
And this reflection brings me to plain
physics,
And to the beauties of a foreign dame,
Compared with those of our pure pearls of
Those Polar summers, all sun, and some ice.
price,