Not nigh the gay saloon of ladies gent.

The lawyers in the study; and in air

The prize pig, ploughman, poachers; the men sent

From town, viz. architect and dealer, were
Both busy (as a general in his tent
Writing despatches) in their several stations,
Exulting in their brilliant lucubrations.

LXVII.

But this poor girl was left in the great hall,
While Scout, the parish guardian of the frail,
Discuss'd (he hated beer yciept the "small")
A mighty mug of moral double ale:
She waited until Justice could recall

Its kind attentions to their proper pale,
To name a thing in nomenclature rather
Perdexing for most virgins a child's father.

Is 't English? No-'tis only parliamentary)

That innovation's spirit now-a-days

Had made more progress than for the last century. He would not tread a factious path to praise, Though for the public weal disposed to venture high; As for his place, he could but say this of it, That the fatigue was greater than the profit.

LXXIV.

Heaven and his friends knew that a private life Had ever been his sole and whole ambition; But could he quit his king in times of strife Which threaten'd the whole country with perdition? When demagogues would with a butcher's knife Cut through and through (oh! damnable incision!) The Gordian or the Geordian knot, whose strings Have tied together Commons, Lords, and Kings

LXXXIX.

This was no bad mistake, as it occurr'd,
The supplicator being an amateur;
But others, who were left with scarce a third,
Were angry-as they well might, to be sure.
They wonder'd how a young man so absurd
Lord Henry at his table should endure;
And this, and his not knowing how much oats
Had fallen last market, cost his host three votes.

xc.

They little knew, or might have sympathized,
That he the night before had seen a ghost;
A prologue, which but slightly harmonized
With the substantial company engross'd
By matter, and so much materialized,

That one scarce knew at what to marvel most Of two things-how (the question rather odd is) Such bodies could have souls, or souls such bodies.

XCI.

But what confused him more than smile or stare
From all the 'squires and 'squiresses around,

Who wonder'd at the abstraction of his 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

XCVI.
Though this was most expedient on the whole,
And usual-Juan, when he cast a glance
On Adeline while playing her grand role,
Which she went through as though it were a dance
(Betraying only now and then her soul

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

XCVII.

So well she acted all and every part

By turns-with that vivacious versatility, Which many people take for want of heart. They err-'t is merely what is call'd mobility, A thing of temperament, 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.

XCVIII.

This makes your actors, artists, and romancers, Heroes sometimes, though seldom-sages never; But speakers, bards, diplomatists, and dancers, Little that's great, but much of what is clever; Most orators, but very few financiers,

XCII.

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

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

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

Smile of Aurora's there was nought to pique,
Or hope, or love, with any of the wiles
Which some pretend to trace in ladies' smiles.
ХСІІІ.

'Twas 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 witty,
Since he had gain'd at least her observation,
A most important outwork of the city-
As Juan should have known, had not his senses
By last night's ghost been driven from their defences.

XCIV.

But, what was bad, she did not blush in turn,
Nor seem embarrass'd-quite the contrary;
Her aspect was, as usual, still-not stern-
And she withdrew, but cast not down, her eye,
Yet grew a little pale-with what? concern?

I know not; but her colour ne'er was highThough sometimes faintly flush'd-and always clear As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere.

XCV.

But Adeline was occupied by fame

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

And dignity with courtesy so blending,
As all must blend whose part it is to aim
Especially as the sixth year is ending)
At neir lord's, son's, and similar connexions'
Safe conduct through the rocks of re-elections.

XCIX.

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, Judging by what they take and what they pay. The Sinking Fund's unfathomable sea, That most unliquidating liquid, leaves The debt unsunk, yet sinks all it receives.

C.

While Adeline dispensed her airs and graces, The fair Fitz-Fulke seem'd very much at ease; Though too well-bred to quiz men to their faces. Her laughing blue eyes with a glance could se The ridicules of people in all places

That honey of your fashionable beesAnd store it up for mischievous enjoyment; And this at present was her kind employment.

CI.

However, the day closed, as days must close; The evening also waned-and coffee came. Each carriage was announced, and ladies rose, And curtsying off, as curtsies country dame, Retired: with most unfashionable bows

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

CII.

Some praised her beauty; others her great grace;
The warmth of her politeness, whose sincerity
Was obvious in each feature of her face,
Whose traits were radiant with the rays of verity.
Yes: she was truly worthy her high place!

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