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LXXXI. « And poor Juanna too! the child's first night
Within these walls, to be broke in upon With such a clamour-I had thought it right
That the young stranger should not lie alone, And, as the quietest of all she might
Wich you, Dudù, a good night's rest have known;
But poor Dudů, with large drops in her own,
Implored that present pardon might be shown For this first fault, and that on no condition
(She added in a soft and piteous tone),
Aleast to dream so loudly as just now;
'T was foolish, nervous, as she must allow, A fond hallucination, and a theme
For laughter- but she felt her spirits low, And beged they wouli excuse lur; she'd get over This weakness in a few bours, and recover.
And said she felt herself extremely well
When all around rang like a tocsin-bell :
To quit her gentle partner, and to dwell
And hid her face within Juanna's breast;
The colour of a building rose's crest.
The mystery of this rupture of their rest;
If people would but see its real drift ;-
Because all genue readers have the gift
While gentle writers also love to lift
Softer than the sofi Sybarite's, who cried
To brook a rutiled rose-leaf by his side, So beantiful that art could little mend her,
Thoughi pale with conflicts between love and pride.-
Perhaps a little later, her great lord,
and of a wife by whom he was abhorrd, A thing of much less import in that clime
At least !o those of incomes which afford
Indeed on any otier : as a man,
At hanı, as one may like to liave a fan,
is an amusement after the Divan;
Exacted by the customs of the E251,
De drank six cups of coffee at the least,
Whose victories had recently increased,
Her son's son, Jet not this last phrase offend
Vmost as far as Petersburgh, and lend A dreadful impulse to each loud meander
Of murmuring Liberty's wide waves, which bleol
Vieir mothers as the antipodes of Timon,
A libel, or whateer you please to rhyme on
And if one lady's slip could leave a criine on
Good morrow- for the cock had crown, and light began to cloche cach Asiatic hill,
And the mosque crescent struggled into sight Of the long caravan, which is the chill
Of dewy dawn wound slowly round eaclı height
Gulbeyaz rose from restlessness; and pale
Array'al herself with mantle, gul, and vel. The mylatingale til sings with die deep thon),
Which Fable places in her breast of wail. I lighter far of heart and voice than those Whose headlong pussions form their propertieren,
CII. Had Catherine and the Sultan understood
When Baba saw these symptoms, which he knew Their own true interests, which kings rarely know, To bode him no great good, he deprecated Uptil 't is taught by lessons rather rude,
Her anger, and beseechi'd she 'd hear him throughThere was a way to end their sirife, although
He could not help the thing which he related : Perbaps precarious, had they but thought good, Then out it came at length, that to Dudù Without the aid of prince or plenipo :
Juan was given in charge, as hath been stated; She to dismiss her guards, and he his haram,
But not by Baba's fault, he said, and swore on And for their other matters, meet and share 'em. The holy camel's hump, besides the Koran. XCVI.
CIII. But as it was, his Highness had to hold
The chief dame of the Oda, upon whom His daily council upon ways and means,
The discipline of the whole harem bore, llow to encounter with this martial scold,
As soon as they re-enter'd their own room, This modern Amazon and Queen of queans;
For Baba's function stopp'd short at the door, And the perplexity could not be told
Had settled all; nor could he then presume Of all the pillars of the state, which leans
(The aforesaid Baba) just then to do more, Sometimes a little heavy on the backs
Without exciting such suspicion as
Might make the matter still worse than it was.
He hoped, indeed he thought he could be sure,
Juan had not betray'd himself; in fact
Because a foolish or imprudent act
Would not alone have made him insecure, Sparkled along its roof, and many a vase
But ended in his being found out and sacks, Of porcelain held in the feller'd flowers,
And thrown into the sea. Thus Baba spoke
Of all save Dudu's dream, which was no joke.
This he discreetly kept in the back ground, Vicd with each other on this costly spot;
And talk'd away—and might have talk'd till now, And singing-birds without were heard to warble;
For any further answer that be found, And the staiv'd glass which lighted this fair grot
So deep an anguish wrung Gulbeyaz' brow; Varied each ray;- but all descriptions garble
ller cheek turn'd ashes, ears rung, brain whirl'd round, The true effect, and so we had better not
As if she had received a sudden blow, Be too minute, ap outline is the best,
And the beart's dew of pain sprang fast and chilly A lively reader's fancy does the rest.
O'er her fair front, like morning's on a lily.
Although she was not of the fainting sort, Don Juan at his hands, and information
Baba thought she would faint, but there he crridOf what had past since all the slaves retired,
It was but a convulsion, which, though short, And whether he had occupied their station ;
Can never be described; we all have heard, If matters had been managed as desired,
And some of us have felt thus « all amort,» Ånd his disguise with due consideration
When things beyond the common have occurr'd; Kept up; and, above all, the where and how
Gulbeyaz proved in that brief agony Ile had pass'd the night, was what she wislı'd to know. What she could ne'er express-then how should I? C.
CVII. Daba, with some embarrassment, replied
She stood a moment, as a Pythoness To this long catechism of questions ask'd
Stands on her tripod, agonized, and full More easily than answerd, -that he had tried
Of inspiration gather'd from distress, His best to obey in what he had been task'd;
When all the heart-strings like wild horses pull But there seem'd something that he wish'd to hide,
The heart asunder;—then, as more or less I hich hesitation more betray'd than mask'd;
Their speed abated or their strength grew dull, Ile scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource
She sunk down on her seat by slow degrees, To which einbarrassid people have recourse.
And bow'd her throbbing head o'er trembling knees. CI.
CVIII. Gulbeyaz was no model of true patience,
ller face declined and was uuseen; her hair Nor much disposed to wait in word or deed;
Fell in long tresses like the weeping willow, She liked quick answers in all conversations;
Sweeping the marble underneath her chair, And when she saw him stumbling like a steed
Or rather sofa (for it was all pillow, In his replies, she puzzled him for fresh ones;
A Jow, soft ottoman), and black despair And as his speech grew still more broken-kneed, Surr'd up and down her bosom like a billow, Her check began to flush, her eyes to sparkle,
Which rushies to some shore whose shingles check And her proud brow's blue veins to swell and darkle. Its farther course, but must receive its wreck.
CIVI. Her bead hung down, and her long hair in stooping What dost thou know of love or feeling! --writes Conceald her features better than a vcil;
Begone!» she cried, with kindling eyes, « and do And one hand o'er the ottoman lay drooping,
My bidding » Baba vapish'd; for lo stretch White, waxen, and as alab'ister pale:
llis own remonstrance further, lie well knee, Would that I were a painter! to be grouping
Might end ju acting as his own « Jack ketch;a All that a poet drags into detail!
And, though he wishid extremely to get through Oh that my words were colours! but their tints
This awkward business without harm 19 others, May serve perhaps as outlines or slight lints.
lle still preferr'd his own neck to another's. CX.
CIVIT. Baba, who knew by experience wien to ulk
Away he went then upon his commission, And when to hold his tongue, now held in till
Growling and grumbling in good Turkish plerise This passion miglit blow o'er, nor dared to balk Against all women, of white'er condition, Gubeyaz' taciturn or speaking will.
Especially Sultanas and their ways; At length she rose up, and began to walk
Their obstinacy, pride, and indecision, Slowly along the room, but sileut still,
Their never kuowing their own miod (wo daya
And sent one on a summons to the pair,
And, above all, be comb'd even to a bair, A feeling in each footstep, as disclosed
Anel brought before the empress, who had made By Sallust in his Catiline, who, chased
Inquiries after them with kindest care : By all the demous of all passions, bowd
de which Dudu look'd strange, and Juan silly; Their work even by the way in which he trode. But do they must at once, and will l-nill I CKU.
For the imperial presence, wherein whether
Gulbeyaz showd them both commiseration,
Like other angry ladies of her nation(Though he well knew the meaning to be shown
Are things the turning of a hair or feather What slaves hier liglines, wistil to indicate,
May settle; but fir be 't from me to anticipate
In what way feminine caprice may dissipate.
I leave thein for the present, with good wishes, The imperial bride-and added, « Let the boat
Though doubts of ticir well doing, to arrange Be ready by the secret portal's side :
part of history; for the dishes You kuow the rest.» The words stuck in her throat, Of this our banquet we must sometimes charge Despite her injured love and fiery pride;
And, Irusting Juan may escape the fishes, And of this Baba willingly took note,
Alzhough his simulation now seems strange ! And begy'd, by every hair of Mahonnei's beard, ! And scarce secure, as such digressions are fuir. She would revoke the order he had heard.
The Muse will take a little touch at warfare.
CIV. u To hear is to obey,» he said; «but still, Sultana, think
consequence: It is not that I shall not all fulfil
Your orders, even in their severese sense: But such precipitation may end ill,
Even at your own imperative expense; I do not mean destruction and exposure In case of any premature disclosure;
CIT. u But your own feelings. - Even should all the rest
Be bilden by the rolling waves, which hide Already many a once love-beaten breast
Derp in die caverus of the deally uide-
And-if this violent remoily br tried
A non-descript and ever-varying rhyme,
Which flashes o'er a waste and icy clime.
But ne'er the less I hope it is no crime
The presen! poem, of--I know not what,-
At human power and virtue, and all that; And this they say in language rather rough.
Good God! I wonder what they would be at?
By Fenelon, by Luther, and by Plato;
Who knew this life was not worth a potato. 'T is not their fault, nor mine, if this be so
For my part, I pretend not to be Cato,
« To know that nothing could be known ; » a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass
Each man of wisdom, future, past, or present.
Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,
Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity;
In short, all know, or very soon may know it. And in this scene of all-confess'd inanity,
By saint, by sage, by preacher, and by poet,
That ye are dogs-your betters far, ye may
ye what ye are in every way. As little as ihe moon stops for the baying
Of wolves, will the bright Muse withdraw one ray From out her skies:--then howl your idle wrath! While she still silvers o'er your gloomy path,
VIII. « Fierce loves and faithless wars»-I am not sure
If this be the right reading-'t is no matter; The fact's about the same; I am secure;
I sing them both, and am about to batter
And was beleaguer d both by land and water
The fortress is callid Ismail, and is placed
l'pon the Danube's left branch and left bank, With buildings in the oriental taste,
But still a fortress of the foremost rank; Or was, at least, unless 't is since defaced,
Which with your conquerors is a common prank:
A borough is comprised, along the height l'pon the left, which, from its loftier station,
Commands the city, and upon its site
A quantity of palisades upright,
Of the high talents of this new Vauban :
The rampart higher than you d wish to hang: But then there was a great want of precaution
(Prithee, excuse this engineering slang),
And walls as thick as most sculls born as yet;
Case-mated one, and t'other « à barbette,» of Danube's bank took formidable charge;
While two-and-twenty canpon, duly set,
Because the Turks could never be persuaded
And such their creed was, till they were invaded,
But as the Danube could not well be waded,
But oh, ye goddesses of war and glory!
Who were immortal, could one tell their story?
Achilles self was not more grim and gory
Our euphony-there was Strongenoff, and Strokonoff, Meknop, Serge Lwdw, Arseniew of modern Greece,
And Tschitashakoff, and Roguenoff, and Chokenoff, And others of twelve consonants a piece :
And more might be found out, if I could poke enough Into gazetes; but fame (capricious strumpet!) It seems has got an ear as well as trumpet,
XXIII. And cannot tune those discords of narration,
The Russians, having built iwo batteries on Which may be names at Voscow, joto rhyme.
An isle near Ismail, had two ends in view; Yet there were several worth commemoration,
The first was to bombard it, and knock down 3s c'er was virgin of a nuptial chime ;
The public buildings, and the private too, Soft words too, fitted for the peroration
No matter what poor souls might be undone. Of Londonderry, drawling against lime,
The city's shape suggested this, 't is true;
Presented a fine mark to throw a shell in.
The second object was to profit by Koclobski, Kourakin, and Mouskin Pouskin
The moment of the general consternation, 111 proper men of weapons, as e'er scoffa high
To attack the Turk's flotilla, which lay vigh, Against a foe, or ran a cabre through skin ;
Extremely tranquil, anchord ai its station : Little cared they for Mahomet or Mufti,
But a third motive was as probably
To frighten them into capitulation;
l'nless they are game as bull-dogs and fox-terriers. XVIIL
XXV. Then there were foreigners of much renowo,
i habit rather blameable, which is Of various nations, and all volunteers;
That of despising those we combat with, Not fighting for their country or ils crown,
Common in many cases, was in this But wishing to be one day brigadiers;
The cause of killing Tehitchitzkoff and Smith; Also to have the sacking of a town—
One of the valorous « Smiths» whom we shall miss A pleasant thing to young men at their years.
Out of those nineteen who late rhymed to pull z Mongst them were several Englishunen of pitli,
But 'is a name so spread o'er «Sir» and « Madam, Sixteen callid Thompson, and nineteen named Smith. That one would think the FIRST who bore it ADAM XIX.
11.d been call d « Jemmy,» after the great bard; Because they were constructed in a hurry. Udon't knos whether they had arms or crest,
Thus, the same cause which makes a verse want fort. But such a godfather's as good a card.
And throws a cloud o er Longman and Joha Vorrat Three of the Smiths were Peters; but the best
When the sale of new books is not so fleet Anongst them all, hard blows to inílict or warn, As they who print them thiuk is necessary, Was he, since so renownd ein country quarters May likewise put off for a time what story Allalifax;» but now be served the Tartars.
Somcumes calls « murder, and at others us Elory.
Their laste, or waste, I neither know nor care, Was born in Cumberland among the hills,
Or some contractor's personal cupidity, and that lois father was an honest blacksmith,
Sarving his soul by cheating in the ware
Of homicide; bit diere was no solidity
They either missid, or they were never miss'd, llc fell, immortal in a bulletin.
Jad added greatly to the missing lise.
A sad miscalculation about distance Praise if a man's pame in a bulletin
Made all their naval matters incorrect; May make up for a bullet in his body?
Three fire slips lost their amiable existence I hope this little question is no sin,
Before they reachd a spot to take effect;
The match was lit 100 soon, and no assistance
While, thought was dawn, the Turks slept fast as **
surveyd But I'm too great a patriot to record
The Russllotilla selling under way; Their Cullie nome, npon a glorious day;
I was nine, wlien sull advancing undismay d, Id rather telton lies than say a word
Within a cable's length their vessels lay Of truth; -11c crutis are treason: they betray Offl-mail, and commenced a cannonade, Their country.and, as traitors are abhorrd,
Which wiss return'd with interest, I may say, Who wanne the French and English, sive to show And by a fire of musketry and grasse, low peace should make Joli Bull the Frenchuman's fo. And shots and shot of every size and shape.