Smooth'd even the Simplon's steep, and by God's blessing, [kissing.' With youth and health, all kisses are 'heaven LXVII. Her Majesty look'd down, the youth look'd up- Which makes one drunk at once, without the base LXVIII. He, on the other hand, if not in love, Fell into that no less imperious passion, Self-love, which, when some sort of thing above Ourselves, a singer, dancer, much in fashion. Or duchess, princess, empress, 'deigns to prove' ('Tis Pope's phrase) a great longing, though a rash one. For one especial person out of many, Makes us believe ourselves as good as any. Besides, he was of that delighted age Which makes all female ages equal-when We don't much care with whom we may engage, As bold as Daniel in the lions' den, So that we can our native sun assuage In the next ocean, which may flow just then, To make a twilight in, just as Sol's heat is Quench'd in the lap of the salt sea, or Thetis. LXX. And Catharine (we must say thus much for Catharine), Though bold and bloody, was the kind of thing Whose temporary passion was quite flattering, Because each lover look'd a sort of king, Made up upon an amatory pattern A royal husband in all save the ring, Which, being the damn'dest part of matrimony, Seem'd taking out the sting to leave the honey. LXXI. And when you add to this her womanhood LXXII. Her sweet smile, and her then majestic figure, With other extras, which we need not mention : LXXIII. And that's enough, for love is vanity, Selfish in its beginning as its end, It is to speculate on handsome faces, Especially when such lead to high places, LXXXIII. Juan, who found himself, he knew not how, An order from her Majesty consign'd Our young lieutenant to the genial care Of those in office: all the world look'd kind (As it will look sometimes with the first stare, Which youth would not act ill to keep in mind), As also did Miss Protosoff then there, Named, from her mystic office, 'l'Eprouveuse,' A term inexplicable to the Muse. LXXXV. With her then, as in humble duty bound, And all my fancies whirling like a mill; VII. But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink, So narrow as to shame their wintry brink, Grief a rich field that never would lie fallow: VIII. But coughs will come when sighs depart, and now And then before sighs cease; for oft the one Will bring the other, ere the lake-like brow Is ruffled by a wrinkle, or the sun Of life reach'd ten o'clock: and while a glow, Hectic and brief as summer's day nigh done, O'erspreads the cheek which seems too pure for clay, Thousands blaze, love, hope, die-how happy they! IX. But Juan was not meant to die so soon. Or ladies fancies-rather transitory, X. Besides, he had some qualities which fix Middle-aged ladies even more than young: The former know what's what; while new-fledged Know little more of love than what is sung [chicks In rhymes, or dreamt (for fancy will play tricks) In visions of those skies from whence love sprung. And why? Because she's changeable and chaste. May choose to tax me with; which is not fair, Old enemies who have become new friends, Her hundred arms and legs, and fain outrun her. Old flames, new wives, become our bitterest foesConverted foes should scorn to join with those. Query: suit?-Printer's Devil. The Brig of Don, near the Auld Toun' of Aberdeen, with its one arch and its black deep salmon stream below, is in my memory as yesterday. I still remember, though perhaps I may misquote, the awful proverb which made me pause to cross it, and yet lean over it with a childish delight, being an only son, at least by the mother's side. The saying, as recollected by me, was this, but I have never heard or seen it since I was nine years of age: 'Brig of Balgounie, black's your wa', XIX. And though, as you remember, in a fit Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly, I rail'd at Scots, to show my wrath and wit, Which must be own'd, was sensitive and surly, Yet 'tis in vain such sallies to permit They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early: I'scotch'd, not kill'd,' the Scotchman in my blood, Don Juan who was real, or ideal— For both are much the same, since what men think Exists when the once thinkers are less real Than what they thought, for mind can never sink, And 'gainst the body makes a strong appeal, Of what is call'd eternity, to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there ; XXI. Don Juan grew a very polish'd Russian How we won't mention, why we need not say: Few youthful minds can stand the strong concussion Of any slight temptation in their way; Smooth'd for a monarch's seat of honour; gay Damsels, and dances, revels, ready money, Made ice seem paradise, and winter sunny. XXII. The favour of the Empress was agreeable; About this time, as might have been anticipated, Which is a sad thing, and not only tramples On our fresh feelings, but-as being participated With all kinds of incorrigible samples Of frail humanity-must make us selfish, And shut our souls up in us, like a shell-fish. XXIV. This we pass over. We will also pass The usual progress of intrigues between Unequal matches, such as are, alas, A young lieutenant's with a not old queen, But one who is not so youthful as she was In all the royalty of sweet seventeen. Sovereigns may sway materials, but not matter; And wrinkles, the d-d democrats, won't flatter. XXV. With his Agrarian laws, the high estate Of him who feasts, and fights, and roars, and revels, To one small grass-grown patch (which must await He lived (not Death, but Juan) in a hurry Of waste, and haste, and glare, and gloss, and glitter, In this gay clime of bearskins, black and furryWhich (though I hate to say a thing that's bitter) Peep out sometimes, when things are in a flurry, Tiberius Gracchus, being tribune of the people. And death, the sovereign's sovereign, though the demanded in their name the execution of the Agra great Gracchus of all mortality, who levels, rian laws; by which all persons possessing more than a certain number of acres were to be deprived of the surplus for the benefit of the poor citizens. Where his assets were waxing rather few, He had brought his spending to a handsome anchor, Replied that she was glad to see him through Those pleasures after which wild youth will hanker; As the sole sign of man's being in his senses XXXII She also recommended him to God, And no less to God's Son, as well as Mother; Warn'd him against Greek worship, which looks odd In Catholic eyes; but told him, too, to smother Outward dislike, which don't look well abroad: Inform'd him that he had a little brother Born in a second wedlock; and, above All, praised the Empress's maternal love. XXXIII. She could not too much give her approbation Unto an empress, who preferr'd young men, Whose age, and, what was better still, whose nation And climate, stopp'd all scandal (now and then): At home it might have given her some vexation; But where thermometers sink down to ten, Or five, or one, or zero, she could never Believe that virtue thaw'd before the river.' XXXIV. Oh for a forty-parson power* to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise! Oh for trump of cherubim, Or the ear-trumpet of my good old aunt, Who, though her spectacles at last grew dim, Drew quiet consolation through its hint, When she could no more read the pious print. XXXV. She was no hypocrite, at least, poor soul! Which portions out, upon the judgment-day, XXXVI. I can't complain, whose ancestors are there, Erneis, Radulphus-eight-and-forty manors (If that my memory doth not greatly err) Were their reward for following Billy's banners; And though I can't help thinking 'twas scarce fair To strip the Saxons of their hydest like tanners; Yet, as they founded churches with the produce, You'll deem, no doubt, they put it to a good use. * A metaphor taken from the 'forty-horse power' of a steam-engine. That mad wag, the Rev. S. S., sitting by a brother clergyman at dinner, observed afterwards that his dull neighbour had a 'twelve-parson power' of conversation. Hyde.' I believe a hyde of land to be a legitimate word, and, as such, subject to the tax of a quibble. XXXVII. The gentle Juan flourish'd, though at times Save such as Southey can afford to give. In which the Neva's ice would cease to live XXXVIII. Perhaps but, sans perhaps, we need not seck I don't know how it was, but he grew sick : |