The portion of this world which I at present With much to excite, there's little to exalt; A kind of common-place, even in their crimes; (1) "But why then publish?-Granville, the polite, And knowing Walsh, would tell me I could write." Pope.-L. E. (2) "I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as many people, being always excited. Women, wine, fame, Factitious passions, wit without much salt, A want of that true nature which sublimes Whate'er it shows with truth; a smooth monotony Of character, in those at least who have got any. XVII. Sometimes, indeed, like soldiers off parade, They break their ranks and gladly leave the drill; But then the roll-call draws them back afraid, And they must be or seem what they were: still Doubtless it is a brilliant masquerade; But when of the first sight you have had your fill, It palls-at least it did so upon me, This paradise of pleasure and ennui. XVIII. When we have made our love, and gamed our gaming, Drest, voted, shone, and, may be, something more; With dandies dined; heard senators declaiming; Seen beauties brought to market by the score, Sad rakes to sadder husbands chastely taming; There's little left but to be bored or bore. Witness those "ci-devant jeunes hommes" who stem The stream, nor leave the world which leaveth them. XIX. "Tis said indeed a general complaint That no one has succeeded in describing The monde, exactly as they ought to paint: Some say, that authors only snatch, by bribing The porter, some slight scandals strange and quaint, To furnish matter for their moral gibing; And that their books have but one style in common--My lady's prattle, filter'd through her woman. XX. But this can't well be true, just now; for writers Of what they deem themselves most consequential, The real portrait of the highest tribe? 'Tis that, in fact, there's little to describe. XXI. "Haud ignara loquor;" these are nugæ, “quarum XXII. And therefore what I throw off is ideal Lower'd, leaven'd, like a history of freemasons; Which bears the same relation to the real, As Captain Parry's voyage may do to Jason's. the table,-even ambition, sate now and then; but every turn of the card and cast of the dice keeps the gamester alive besides, one can game ten times longer than one can do any thing else." Lord Byron: Detached Thoughts. -P. E. (3) Hor. Carm. 1. iii. od. 2.-L. E. CANTO XIV. XXXV. Such were his trophies-not of spear and shield, To patriot sympathy a Briton's blushes,— Who, after a long chase o'er hills, dales, bushes, And what not, though he rode beyond all price, Ask'd next day, "If men ever hunted twice?" (1) XXXVI. He also had a quality uncommon To early risers after a long chase, Who wake in winter ere the cock can summon When her soft liquid words run on apace, Or, like a flying Hour before Aurora, In Guido's famous fresco, (4) which alone Is worth a tour to Rome, although no more a Remnant were there of the old world's sole throne. The "tout ensemble" of his movements wore a Grace of the soft ideal, seldom shown, And ne'er to be described; for to the dolour Of bards and prosers, words are void of colour. XLI. No marvel then he was a favourite: A full-grown Cupid, very much admired; This noble personage began to look A little black upon this new flirtation; But such small licenses must lovers brook, Mere freedoms of the female corporation. Woe to the man who ventures a rebuke! "T will but precipitate a situation Extremely disagreeable, but common To calculators when they count on woman. XLIV. The circle smiled, then whisper'd, and then sneer'd; XLV. But, what is odd, none ever named the duke, But small concern about the when, or where, Or what his consort did: if he could brook Her gaieties, none had a right to stare: Theirs was that best of unions, past all doubt, Which never meets, and therefore can't fall out. XLVI. But, ob! that I should ever pen so sad a line! Began to think the duchess' conduct free; XLVII. There's nought in this bad world like sympathy: 'Tis so becoming to the soul and face, Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. (3) A Spanish dance noted for its liveliness.-L. E. (4) "Guido's most celebrated work in the palaces of Rome is his fresco of the Aurora, in the Palazzo Rospigliosi." Bryant.-L. E. Without a friend, what were humanity, To hunt our errors up with a good grace! Consoling us with-"Would you had thought twice! Ah! if you had but follow'd my advice!" XLVIII. Job! you had two friends: one's quite enough, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze: XLIX. But this is not my maxim: had it been, Some heart-aches had been spared me: yet I care I would not be a tortoise in his screen [notOf stubborn shell, which waves and weather wear 'Tis better, on the whole, to have felt and seen [not. That which humanity may bear, or bear not: "Twill teach discernment to the sensitive, And not to pour their ocean in a sieve. L. Of all the horrid hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so," Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past, Who, 'stead of saying what you now should do, Own they foresaw that you would fall at last, And solace your slight lapse 'gainst "bonos mores," With a long memorandum of old stories. LI. The Lady Adeline's serene severity Was not confined to feeling for her friend, Whose fame she rather doubted with posterity, Unless her habits should begin to mend: But Juan also shared in her austerity, But mix'd with pity, pure as e'er was penn'd: His inexperience moved her gentle ruth, LII. These forty days' advantage of her years And hers were those which can face calculation, Boldly referring to the list of peers And noble births, nor dread the enumeration— Gave her a right to have maternal fears For a young gentleman's fit education, O Time! why dost not pause? Thy scythe, so dirty LIV. But Adeline was far from that ripe age, For she had seen the world and stood its test, My Muse despises reference, as you have guess'd By this time;-but strike six from seven-and-twenty, And you will find her sum of years in plenty. LV. At sixteen she came out; presented, vaunted, LVI. Since then she had sparkled through three glowing LVII. Fondly the wheeling fire-flies flew around her, But whatsoe'er she wish'd, she acted right; LVIII. I hate a motive, like a lingering bottle I hate it, as I hate a drove of cattle, Who whirl the dust as simooms whirl the sand; Though she was far from that leap year, whose leap, I hate it, as I hate an argument, 'Tis sad to hack into the roots of things, They are so much intertwisted with the earth; club of which he was a member, he was observed to look To trace all actions to their secret springs LX. With the kind view of saving an éclat, The Lady Adeline resolved to take Such measures as she thought might best impede The farther progress of this sad mistake. She thought with some simplicity indeed; But innocence is bold even at the stake, And simple in the world, and doth not need Nor use those palisades by dames erected, Whose virtue lies in never being detected. LXII. It was not that she fear'd the very worst: LXIII. Her Grace, too, pass'd for being an intrigante, LXIV. The sort of things to turn a young man's head, Than wear a heart a woman loves to rend. Tis best to pause, and think, ere you rush on, If that a "bonne fortune" be really "bonne." LXV. And first, in the o'erflowing of the heart, (1) The famous Chancellor Oxenstiern said to his son, on the latter expressing his surprise upon the great effects arising from petty causes in the presumed mystery of polities: "You see by this, my son, with how little wisdom the kingdoms of the world are governed."-[The true story is : And answer'd, like a statesman or a prophet, LXVI. Firstly, he said, "he never interfered In any body's business but the king's:" And, therefore, doubtless to approve the truth But here a messenger brought in despatches: LXVIII. And, being of the council called "the Privy,” To tell how he reduced the nation's debt; And if their full contents I do not give ye, It is because I do not know them yet; But I shall add them in a brief appendix, To come between mine epic and its index. LXIX. But ere he went, he added a slight hint, And pass, for want of better, though not new: Then broke his packet, to see what was in't, And having casually glanced it through, Retired; and, as he went out, calmly kiss'd her, Less like a young wife than an aged sister. LXX. He was a cold, good, honourable man, A figure fit to walk before a king; Tall, stately, form'd to lead the courtly van On birth-days, glorious with a star and string; The very model of a chamberlain And such I mean to make him when I reign. LXXI. But there was something wanting on the whole- A handsome man, that human miracle; -young Oxenstiern, on being told he was to proceed on some diplomatic mission, expressed his doubts of his own fitness for such an office. The old Chancellor, laughing, answered," Nescis, mi fili, quantulà scientià gubernatur mundus."-L. E.] |