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This was no bad mistake, as it occurrd,

The supplicator being an amateur ;
But others, who were left with scarce a third,

angry--as they well miglit, to be sure.
They wonder'd how a young man so absurd

Lord Henry at his table sliould endure;
And this, and his not kuowing how much oats
llad fallen last market, cost his bost three votes.

They live knew, or might have sympathized,

That he the night before had seen a glost;
A prologue whicle but slightly harmonised

Will the substantial company engrossid
Dy matter, and so much materialised,

That one scarce knew at wlaat to marvel most
Of iwo things-how (the questiou rather odd is)
Such bodies could have souls, or souls sueli bodies.

But what confused bim more than smile or stare

From all the squires and 'squiresses around,
Who wonderd at the abstraction of bis air,

Especially as he had been renown'd For some vivacity among the fair,

Even in the country circle's narrow bound-
(For little things upon my lord's estate
Were good small-talk for others still less great) -

Was, that be caught Aurora's eye on his,

And something like a smile upon her cheek.
Now this lie really rather took amiss:

In those who rarely smile, their smile bespeaks
A strong external motive; aud in this

Smile of Aurora's there was nouxlit to pique
Or liope, or love, with any of the wiles
Which some preteud to trace in ladies' smiles.

'T was a mere quiet smile of contemplation,

Indicative of some surprise and pity; And Juan grew carnation with vexation,

Which was not very wise and still less willy, Since lie liad gain'd at least her observation,

A most important outwork of the city-
As Juan should have known, bad not his seoses
By last night's ghost been driven from their defences.

But, what was bad, she did not blush in turn,

Nor seem embarrass'd—quite the contrary;
Der aspect was, as usual, still not stern-

And slie withdrew, but cast not down, her eye,
Yet grew a liutie pale-- with what? concern?

I know not; but her colour ne'er was high-
Thou;la sometimes faintly tluslid-and always clear,
As deep seas in a suony almospliere.

But Aleline was occupied by faine

This day; and watching, witching, condescending
To the consumers of fislı, fowl, avd game,

And dignity with courtesy so blending, As all must blend wliose part it is to aim

(Especially as the sixth year is ending) At their lord's, son's, aud similar connexions' Safe conduct through the rocks of re-elections.

Though this was most expedient on the wbole,

And usual - Juan, when he cast a glance
On Adelive while playing her grand role,

Which she went through as though it were a dance (Betraying ovly now and then her soul

By a look scarce perceptibly askavce
Of weariness or scorn), began to feel
Some doubt how much of Adeline was real;

So well she acted all and every part

By turos—with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take for want of heart.

They err-'l is merely what is calld mobility, A thing of temperameut and not of art,

Though seeming so, from its supposed facility; And false—though true ; for surely they're sincerest, Who're strongly acted on by what is nearest,

This makes your actors, artists, and romancers,

Heroes somelimes, though seldom-sages never ;
But speakers, bards, diplomatists, and dancers,

Lilile that's great, but much of wliat is clever; Most orator, but


few financiers,
Though all Exchequer Chancellors endeavour,
Of late years, to dispense with Cocker's rigours,
Acd grow quite figurative with their figures.

The poets of arithmetic are they

Who, though they prove not two and two to be Five, as they would do in a modest way,

Have plainly made it out that four are three,
Judying by what they take and what they pay.

The Sinking Fund's unfathomable sea,
That most unliquidating liquid, leaves
The debt uusunk, yet siuks all it receives.

While Adeline dispensed ber airs and graces,

The fair Filz-Fulke seein'd very much at ease;
Though too well-bred to quiz men to their faces,

Her laughing blue eyes with a clanee could seise The ridicules of people in all places

That honey of your fashionable bees-
And store


for mischievous enjoyment; And this al present was her kind employment.

However, the day closed, as days must close;

The evening also waved-and coffee came.
Each carriage was announced, and ladies rose,

And curtseying off, as curtsies couvtry dame, Retired: with most unfashionable bows

Their docile esquires also did the same,
Delighted with the dinner aod their host,
But with the lady Adeline the most.

Some praised her beauty; others her great grace;

The warmılı of her politeness, whose siocerity
Was obvious ia cach feature of her face,

Whose trails were radiant with the rays of verity. Yes, she was truly wortly her high place!

No one could erivy her deserved prosperity: And then hier dress-what beautiful simplicity Draperied her form with curious felicity!


Meanwhile sweet Adeline deserved their praises, And full of sentiments, sublime as billows
By an impartial indemnification

Ileaving between this world and worlds beyond, For all ber past exertion and soft phrases,

Don Juan, when the midnight hour of pillows lo a most cdifying conversation,

Arrived, retired to his; but to despond Which turn'd upon their late guests' miens and faces, Rather than rest. Instead of poppies, willows And families, even to the last relation;

Waved o'er his couch; he ineditated, fond Their hideous wives, their horrid selves and dresses, Of those sweet bitter thoughts which banish sleep, And truculeat distortion of their tresses.

And make the worldling soecr, the youngling weep.

True, she said little-'I was the rest that broke The night was as before: he was undrest,
Forth into universal epigram:

Saving his niglit-gown, which is an undress :
But theo 'I was to the purpose what she spoke : Completely « sans culottr,» and without vest ;

Like Addison's « faiot praisen so wont to dama, la short, he hardly could be clothed with less ; Her own but served 10 set off every joke,

But, apprebepsive of his spectral guest, As music chimes in with a melo-drame.

He sate, with feelings awkward to express
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend! (By those who have not had such visitations),
I ask but this of mine, to--nol defend.

Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations.

There were but two exceptions to this keen

And not in vain he listen'd-Hush! what 's that? Skirmish of wits o'er the departed: one,

I see-I see-Ah, no! 't is not-yei't isAurora, with her pure aod placid mien;

Ye powers! it is the-the-the-Poob! the cat! And Juan too, in general bebind gone

The devil may take that stealthy pace of his! In gay remark on what he 'd heard or seen,

So like a spiritual pit-a-pat, Sale silent now, his usual spirits gone :

Or tiptoe of an amatory miss, Jo vaio he heard the others rail or rally,

Gliding the first time to a rendezvous,
He would not join them in a single sally.

And dreading the chaste echoes of her shoe.

CXII. *T is true he saw Aurora look as though

Again what is 't? The wind? No, no,--this time
Slie approved his silence; she perhaps mistook It is the sable friar as before,
Its motive for that charity we owe

With awful footsteps, regular as rhyme,
But seldom pay the absent, nor would look

Or (as rhymes may be in these days) much more. Further; it might or it might not be so,

Again, through shadows of the night sublime, But Juan, sitting silent in lis nook,

Wheo deep sleep fell on men, and the world wore Observing liule in his reverie,

The starry darkness round her like a girdle
Yet saw this much, which he was glad to see. Spangled with gems--the monk made luis blood curdle.

The ghost at least had done him this much good, A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass, 8
Jo making him as silent as a ghost,

Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, If in the circumstances which ensued

Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass, He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most. Sounding like very supernatural water, And certainly Aurora had renew'd

Came over Juan's ear, which throbb'd, alas ! lo him some feelings be had lately lost

For immaterialism's a serious matter: Or hardeud; feelings which, perhaps ideal,

So that even those whose faith is the most great
Are so divine, that I must deem them real :-

In souls immortal, shun them têle-à-tête.

The love of higher things and better days;

Were his eyes open ?-Yes! and his mouth too. The unbounded hope, and leavenly ignorance Surprise bas this effect-to make one dumb, of what is call'd the world, and the world's ways; Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips through The moments when we gather from a glacce

As wide as if a long speech were to come. More joy than from all future pride or praise,

Niglı and more nigh the awful echoes drew, which kindle manhood, but can ne'er entrance Tremendous to a mortal tympanum : The heart in an existence of its own,

llis eyes were open, and (as was before Of which another's bosom is the zone.

Stated) his mouth. What'open'd next?—the door. CIX.

CXVI. Who would not sigh Αι αι ταν Κυθηρειαν

It opend with a most infernal creak, That hath a memory, or that had a heart?

Like that of hell, « Lasciate ogni speranza, Alas! her star must wane like that of Diao,

Voi che entrale! » The hinge seem'd to speak, Ray fades on ray, as years on years depart.

Dreadful as Dante's rima, or this stanza ;
Anacreon only had the soal to tie on

Or-but all words upon such themes are weak:
Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart A single shade's sufficient to entrance a
Of Eros; but, though thou hast play'd us many tricks, Hero-for what is substance to a spirit?
Still we respect thee, « Alma Venus Genitrix!» Or how is 't matter trembles to come near it?


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The door flew wide, not swiftly--but, as fly

The sea-gulls, with a steady, sober flight-
And then swung back; nor close-but stood

Half letting in long shadows on the light,
Which still in Juan's candlesticks burn'd high,

For he bad two, both tolerably bright,-
And in the door-way, darkening darkness, stood
The sable friar in his solemn hood.

Don Juan shook, as erst he bad been shaken

The night before; but, being sick of shaking,
He first inclined to think he had been mistaken,

And then to be ashamed of such mistaking;
His own internal ghost began to awaken

Within him, and to quell his corporal quaking-
Hinting, that soul and body on the whole
Were odds against a disembodied soul.

And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrathi fierce;

And he arose, advanced-the shade retreated; But Juan, cager now the truth to pierce,

Follow'd ; his veins no longer cold, but heated,
Resolved to thrust the mystery carte and tierce,

At whatsoever risk of being defeated :
The ghost stopp'd, menaced, then retired, until
He reach'd the ancient wall, then stood stone still.

Juan put forth one arm-Eternal Powers!

Il touch'd no soul, nor body, but the wall,
On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers

Chequerd with all the tracery of the hall :
He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers

When he can't tell what 't is that doth appal.
How odd, a single hobgoblin's non-entity
Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity.)

But still the shade remain d; the blue eyes glared,

And rather variably for stony death;
Yet one thing rather good the grave had spared-

The ghost bad a remarkably sweet breath.
A stagcling curl showd he had been fair-hair'd;

A red lip, with two rows of pearl beneath,
lear forth, as through the casement's ivy
The moon peep'd, just escaped from a grey cloud.

And Juan, puzzled, but still curious, thrust

His other arm forth-Wonder upon wonder!
It press'd upon a hard but glowing bust,

Which beat as if there was a warm beart under, He found, as people on most trials must,

That he had made at first a silly blunder,
And that in his confusion he had caught
Only the wall instead of what he sought.

The ghost, if ghost it were, seem'd a sweet soul,

As ever lurk'd beneath a holy hood :
A dimpled chin, a neck of ivory, stole

Forth into something much like flesh and blood; Back fell the sable frock and dreary cowl,

And they reveald (alas! that e'er they should!)
In full, voluptuous, but not o'ergrown bulk,
The phantom of her frolic grace-Fitz-Fulke!


Note 1. Stanza v.
Brave men were living before Agamemnon.
Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona,. etc. - HORACE,

Note 2. Stanza xvii.
Sare thine incomparable oil, Macassar!
Description des vertus incomparables de l'huile de
Macassar.»—See the advertisement.

Note 3. Slanza xlii.
Although Longinus tells us there is no bywa

Where the sublime soars forth on wings more am, le. See Longinus, Section 10, iva uiri Ev tl tapi ziti, πάθος φαίνεται, παθών σε σύνοδος.

Note 4. Stanza xliv.

They only add them all in an appendix. Fact. There is, or was, such an edition, with all the obnoxious epigrams of Martial placed by themselves at the end.

Note 5. Stanza lxxxviij.
The bard I quote from does not sing aniss.
Campbell's Gertrude of Wyoming; (I think) the
opening of Canto II., but quote from memory.

Note 6. Stanza cxlviii.
Is it for this that General Count O'Reilly,

W bo took Algiers, declares I used bin vilely? Donna Julia here made a mistake. Count OReilly did not take Algiers—but Algiers very nearly took hia; he and his army and fleet retreated with great loss, and not much credit, from before that city, in the year 1;

Note 7. Stanza ccxvi.
My days of love are over, me no more.

Me nec farmina, Dee puer
Jam, nec spes animi credula mutui;

Nec certare juvat mero,
Noc vidcire povis tempora Aoribas..


Note 1. Stanza xlv.
For none likes more to bear himself converse.
Rispose allor Margutte : a dirtel tosto,

lo non credo più al nero, ch'a l'azzurro;
Ma nel cappone, o less, o vuogli arrosto;
E credo alcuna volta anco nel barro,
Ne la curvogia, e quand' io n' ho nel mosto,
E molto più ne l'aspro che il mangurro,
Ma sopra tutto nel buon vino ho fede:

E credo che sia salvo chi gli crede.
Poco, Morgante Maggiore, Canto 18. Stanza 115.

Note 2. Stanza Ixxi.

Tbat e'er by precious metal was held in. This dress is Moorish, and the bracelets and bar are worn in the manner described. The reader will pr. ceive hereafter, that, as the mother of Haidee was et Fez, her daughter wore the garb of the country.

The ocean stream.

Note 3. Stanza lxxii.

company for some foreign theatre; embarked them as A like gold bar, above ber iostep rolld.

an Italian port, and, carrying them to Algiers, sold The bar of gold above the instep is a mark of sove them all. One of the women, returned from her capreign rank in the women of the families of the Deys, tivity, I heard sing, by a strange coincidence, in Rossini's and is worn as such by their female relatives.

opera of « L'Italiana in Algieri,» at Venice, in the beNote 4. Stanza lxxiii.

ginning of 1817. Her person if allow'd at large to run.

Note 4. Stanza lxxxvi. This is no exaggeration; there were four women From all the Pope makes yearly 't would perples whom I remember to have seen, who possessed their

To find ibree perfect pipes of the third sex. bair in this profusion; of these, three were Engiish, the

It is strange that it should be the pope and the sultan other was a Levantine. Their hair was of that length who are the chief encouragers of this branch of tradeand quantity that, when let down, it almost entirely women being prohibited as singers at St Peter's, and not shaded the person, so as nearly to render dress a su- deemed trustworthy as guardians of the haram. perfluity. Of these, only one had dark hair; the Ori

Note 5. Stanza ciji. ental's had, perhaps, the lightest colour of the four.

While weeds and ordure rankle round the base.
Note 5. Stanza cvii.

The pillar which records the battle of Ravenna is

about two miles from the city, on the opposite side of Oh Hesperus ! thou bringest all good things.

the river to the road towards Forli. Gaston de Foix, Εσπερε, παντα φερεις;

who gained the battle, was killed in it; there fell on Pepels olvoy, qepels any,

both sides twenty thousand men. The present state of Φερεις ματερι παιδα. .

the pillar and its site is described in the text.
Fragment of Sappho.

Note 6. Stanza cviii.
Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart,

Era già l' ora che volge 'l disio,

A' naviganti, e'nteperisce il cuore;
Lo di ch' han detto a' dolci amici addio,
E che lo nuovo peregria d'amore

Note 1. Stanza iii.
Punge, se ode Squilla di lontano,
Che paja 'l giorno pianger che si muore.
Dansk's Purgatory, Canto viii.

Tors expression of Homer has been much criticised.

It hardly answers to our Atlantic ideas of the ocean, This last line is the first of Gray's Elegy, taken by him but is sufficiently applicable to the Hellespont, and the without acknowledgment.

Bosphorus, with the Ægean intersected with islands.
Note 7. Stanza cix.

Note 2. Stanza v.
Some hands unseen strew'd flowers upon bis tomb.

• The Giant's Grave.
See Suetonius for this fact,

« The Giant's Grave» is a height on the Adriatic shore of the Bosphorus, much frequented by holiday parties;

like Harrow and Highgate. CANTO IV.

Note 3. Stanza xxxiii.

And running out as fast as I was able.

The assassination alluded to took place on the eighth Note 1. Stanza xii.

of December, 1820, in the streets of R--, not a • Whom the gods love die young.. was said of See llerodotus.

hundred paces from the residence of the writer. The

circumstances were as described.
Note 2. Stanza lix.

Note 4. Stanza xxxiv.
A vein bad burst.

Killd by five bollets from an old gun-barrel.
This is no very uncommon effect of the violence of
conflicting and different passions. The Doge Francis

There was found close by him an old gun-barrel, sawn Foscari, on his deposition, in 1457, hearing the bell half off: it had just been discharged, and was still warm. of St Mark appounce the election of his successor,

Note 5. Stanza liii. « mourut subitement d'une hémorrhagie causée par une

Prepared for supper with a glass of rum. veine qui s'éclata dans sa poitrine,» (see Sismondi and In Turkey nothing is more common than for the Daru, vols. i and ii), at the age of eighty years, when Mussulmans to take several glasses of strong spirits by « who would have thought the old man had so much way of appetizer. I have seen them take as many as blood in him?» Before I was sixteen years of age, I six of raki before dinner, and swear that they dived the was witness to a melancholy instance of the same effect better for it; I tried the experiment, but was like the of mixed passions upon a young person; who, however, Scotchman, who having heard that the birds called kitdid not die in consequence, at that time, but fell a victim Liewiaks were admirable whels, ate six of them, and some years afterwards to a seizure of the same kind, complained that he was no hungrier than when he arising from causes intimately connected with agitation began.» of mind.

Note 6. Stanza lv.
Note 3. Stanza lxxx.

Splendid bot silent, save in one, wbere, dropping,
But sold by the impresario at no high rate.

A marble fountain echoes.
This is a fact. A few years ago a man engaged a A common furniture.--I recollect being received by


Ali Pacha, in a room containing a marble basin and brother of that dangerous charge « borrowing » a poet fountain, etc., etc., etc.

had better borrow any thing (excepting money) than

the thougbts of another--they are always sure to be reNote 7. Stanza lxxxvii.

claimed; but it is very hard, having been the lender, 10 The gate so splendid was in all its features.

be denounced as the debtor, as is the case of Anstey Features of a gate-a ministerial metaphor; «the versus Smollett. feature upon which this question hinges.»--Sec thie As there is « bonour amongst thieves,» let there be ! Fudge Family,» or bear Castercagh.

some amongst poets, and give each bis due,-ponc can,

afford 10 give it more than Mr Campbell himself, who, Note 8. Stanza cvi.

with a high reputation for originality, and a fame wbich Though on more thorough-lired or fairer fingers.

cannot be shaken, is the only poet of the times (except There is perhaps nothing more distinctive of birth | Rogers) ubo can be reproached (and in him it is indeed than the hand: it is alınost the only sign of blood which

a reproach) with having written too little. aristocracy can generate.



Stanza cxlvii.
Save Solyman, the glory of their line.

It may not be upworthy of remark, that Bacon, in
his essay on « Empire,» hints that Solyman was the last

Stanza lxxv. of his line; on wliat authority, I know nut. These are

A wood obscure, like that where Dante found, his words : « The destruction of Mustapha was so fatal to Solyman's line, as the succession of the Turks from

Nel mezzo del Cammin' di postra sita Solyman, until this day, is suspected to be untrue, and

Mi ritrovai per una Selva oacura, etc, etc. etc. of strange blood; for that Solymus the Second was thought to be supposititious.» But Bacon, in biis liistorical authorities, is often inaccurate. I could give half

CANTO VII. a dorcu instances from bis a poplathegms only.

Being in the lumour of criticisin, I shall proceed, after having ventured upon the slips of Bacon, to touch

Stanza li. on one or two as trilling in the edition of the Brush

Was teaching bis recruits to use the bayonet. Poets, by the justly-celebrated Campbell. - But I do this

Fact: Souvaroff did this in

person. in good will, and trust it will be so taken.-If anything could add to my opinion of the talents and true feeling of that gentleman, it would be his classical, honest, and triumphant defence of Pope, ainst the vulgar cant of

CANTO VII). the day, and its existing Grub-street. The inadvertencies to which I allude are,

Note 1. Stanza viji. Firstly, in speaking of Anstey, whom he accuses of having taken «liis leading characters from Smollett.»

All sounds it piercetb, u Allah! Allah! Hu!» Anstey's Bath Guide was published in 1966. Smolleli's « Allahı! llu!» is properly the war-cry of the MussulHumpliry Clinker (the only work of Smollets from mans, and they dwell long on the last syllable, which whicha Tabithia, etc., etc. could have been taken) was gives it a very wild and peculiar effect. written during Smollett's last residence at Leghorn, in

Note 2. Stanza ix. 1770.—« Argal,» if there has been any borrowing,

. Carnage (so Wordsworth tells you) is God's daughter." Anstey must be the creditor, and not the debtor. I

But thy most dreaded instrument refer Mr Campbell to his own data in his lives of Smol

In working out a pure intent, lett and Anstey.

Is mon array'd for mutual slaughter; Secondly, Mr Campbell says, in the life of Couper

Yea, Curneige is thy daughter! (note to page 358, vol. 7), that« he knows not to whom

WALSHORTE: Thanksgiving Orde. Cowper alludes in these lines :

To wit, the Deity's. This is perhaps as pretty a pecto Nor he who, for the bane of thousands born,

gree for murder as ever was found out by Garler hineBuilt Gud a church, and laugh'd his word 10 scorn.

al-arms.-- What would have been said had


freeThe Calvinist meant Voltaire, and the church of Fer- spoken people discovered such a lineage? ney, with its inscriprion, « Deo crexit Voltaire.»

Note 3. Stanza xviii. Thirdly, in the life of Burns, Mr C. quotes Shak

Was printed Grove, although his name was Grose. speare thus,

A fact; see the Waterloo Gazelles. I recollect remarkTo gild rafined gold, to paint the rose, la fresi perfume to ibe violet.

ing at the time to a friend:–« There is fame! a man

killed, his name is Grose, and they print it Grove. I This version by no means improves the original, which

was at college with the deceased, who was a very amiatie is as follows:

and clever inan, and his society in great request for barn To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,

wil, gaiety, and «chansons à boire.»
To throle a perfume on the rioki, etc.
King Joha.

Note 4. Scanza xxiii.
A great poet quoting another should be correct; le

As any other notion, and not national. showe also be accuate when he accuses a Parnassian See Major Vallency and Sir Laurence Parsons.


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