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LXXVI. The mind is lost in mighty contemplation
I sometimes almost think that eyes have ears : Of jotellect expended on two courses;
This much is sure, that, out of ear-shot, things And iodigestion's grand multiplication
Are somehow echoed to the pretty dears, Requires arithmetic beyond my forces.
Of which I can't tell whence their knowledge springs ; Who would suppose, from Adam's simple ration, Like that same mystic music of the spheres,
That cookery could have call'd forth such resources, Which no one hears so loudly tlough it rings. As form a science and a pomenclature
*T is wonderful how oft the sex have heard From out the commonest dermands of nature?
Long dialogues which pass'd without a word!
Aurora sat with that indifference The diners of celebrity dined well;
Which piques a preux chevalier-as it ought : The ladies with more moderation mingled
Of all offences that's the worst offence, Jo the feast, pecking less than I can tell;
Which seems to hint you are not worth a thought. Also the younger men too; for a springald
Now Juan, though no coxcomb in pretence, Can't like ripe age in gourmandisc excel,
Was pot exactly pleased to be so caught ;
And after so much excellent advice.
To his gay nothings, nothing was replied, The salmi, the consommé, the purée,
Or something which was nothing, as urbanity All which I use to make my rhymes run glibber Required. Aurora scarcely look'd aside,
Than could roast beef in our rough John Bull way: Nor even smiled enough for any vanity. I must not introduce even a spare rib here,
The devil was in the girl! Could it be pride, « Rubble and squeak» would spoil my liquid lay; Or modesty, or absence, or inanity? Put I have dined, and must forego, alas!
Heaven koows! But Adeline's malicious eyes
Sparkled with her successful prophecies.
And look'd as much as if to say, « I said it,»--From nature for the service of the goût, -
A kind of triumph I 'll not recommend,
Because it sometimes, as I've seen or read it,
Will pique a gentleman, for his own credit,
To bring what was a jest to a serious end; Hast ever had the gout? I have not bad il
For all men prophesy what is or was, But I may have, and you too, reader, dread it.
And hate those who won't let them come to pass. LXXIII.
LXXX. The simple olives, best allies of wine,
Juan was drawn thus into some attentions, Must I pass over in my bill of fare?
Slight but select, and just enough to express, I must, although a fivourile « plat» of mine
To females of perspicuous comprehensions, In Spain, and Lucca, Athens, every where :
That he would rather make them more than less. On them and bread 't was oft my luck to dine,
Aurora at the last (so history mentions, The grass my table-cloth, in open air,
Though probably much less a fact thau guess) On Sunium or llymetlus, like liogenes,
So far relax'd her thoughts from their sweet prison, Of whom balf my philosophy the progeny is.
As once or twice to smile, if not to listen.
From answering, she began to question : this And vegetables, all in masquerade,
With her was rare; and Adeline, who as yet The guests were placed according to their roll, Thought her predictions wept not much amiss, But various as the various meats display'd :
Began to dread shed thaw to a coquelleDo Juan sate next an «à l'Espagnolen
So very difficult, they say, it is No damsel, but a disli, as bath been said;
To keep extremes from meeting, when once set But so far like a lidy, that 't was drest
In motion; but she here too much refined-
Aurora's spirit was not of that kind.
But Juan had a sort of winning way, Aurora and the Lady Adeline
A proud humiliy, if such there be, A si'uation difficult, I ween,
Which show'd such deference to what females say, For man therein, with eyes and heart, to dine. As if each charming word were a decree. Also the conference which we have seen
His tact 100 temper'd him from grave to gay, Was not such as 10 encourage bim to shine;
And taughit bim when to be reserved or free : For Adeline, addressing few words to him,
lle bad the art of drawing people out, With iwo transcendeui eyes seem'd to look through him. Without their seeing what he was about,
Confounded him in common with the crowd
Than wliispering foplings, or than withings lond, Commenced (from such slight things will great com
Vem. con. amongst the worneu, which I grieve To say leads oft to crim. con, with the married
A case which to the juries we may leave, Since with digressions we too long have tarried.
Now though we know of old that looks deceive,
Was very young, althouglı so very sage,
Especially upon a printed page.
Ilas not the natural stays of strict old age;
But innocently so, as Socrates :
At seventy years had plantasies like these,
Has showu, I know not wlay they should displease
(See Littleton) whene'er I have express'd Opivions lwo, which at first sight may look
Twiu opposites, the second is the best. Perhaps I lave a third 100 in a nook,
Or none at all-which seeins al sorry jest;
Help contradicting them, and every body,
I never did so, never will-how should I? He who loubts all things, nothing can deny;
Trutli's fountains may beclear--lier streams are mudily, And cut through such canals of contradiction, That she must often navigate o'er fiction.
LXXXIX. Apologue, fable, poesy, and parable,
Are falsı, but may be renderd also true liy those who sow them in a land that's arable
'Tis wonderful what fable will not do! *T is said it makes reality more bearable
But what's reality? Who luas its clue? Philosoplıy? No; she too much rejects. Religion ? t'es; but which of all her sects?
XC. Some millions must be wrong, that's pretty clear;
Perhaps it may turn out that all were riglit. God b:elp us!
Since we've need on our career To keep our lioly beacons always bright, *T is time that some new prophel should appear
Or oid indulge man with a second sight.
Myself with metaplıysics! None can hate
such is my folly, or my fale,
About the present, past, and future state;
And also meck as a metaphysician,
As Eldon on a lunatic commission,Io politics, my duty is to show John
Bull something of the lower world's condition.
Are topics which I sometimes introduce,
But a subservient to a moral use;
verdant goose And now, that we may furnish with some malter all Tastes, we are going to try the supernatural.
CIV. And now I will give up all
argument : And positively henceforth no temptation Shall « fool me to the top up
of Yes, I 'll begin a thorougla reformation. Indeed I never knew what people meant
By deeming that my Muse's conversation
No; but you've beard- I understand-be dumb! And don't regret the time you may have lost,
For you have got that pleasure still to come :
Of these things, or by ridicule benumb
My smiles must be sincere or not at all. I say I do believe a haunted spot,
Exists-and where? That shall I not recal, Because I'd rather it should be forgot.
« Shadows the soud of Richard» may appal : In short, upon that subject I've some qualmis say Like those of the philosopher of Malmesbury. 7
And now and then a nightingale)—is dim,
sage Minerva's fowl
I wish to heaven they would not look so grim;
To rlıyme at noon-when I have other things
I feel some chilly midnight shudderings,
Treating a topic which, alas! but brings
Twixt night and moro, upon the horizon's verge :
How less what we may be! The eternal surge
Our bubbles; as the old bursl, new emerge,
True is that which she is about to tell.
What then? I only know it so befel.
Where all the dwellers of the earth must dwell! "T is time to strike such puny doubiers dumb as The sceptics who would not believe Columbus.
Turpiu's or Monmouth Geoffry's Chronicle;
Is always greatest at a miracle.
Who bids all men believe the impossible,
Believe :-if't is improbable you must;
"T is always best to take things upon trust.
Those holier mysteries, which the wise and just
That in the course of some six thousand years,
A visitant at intervals appears;
Is that whatever bar the reason rears
The supper too discussid, the dames admired,
The song was silent, and the dance expired:
Like fleecy clouds into the sky retired,
Is like the last glass of champagne, without
Or like a system coupled with a doubt;
Has sparkled and let haif its spirit out;
Or none; or like-like nothing that I know
A thing, of which similitudes can show
Dyed purple, pone at present can tell how,
The antique Persians caught three useful things,
To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.
A mode adopted since by modern youth.
Horses they ride without remorse or ruth ;
« For this effect defective comes by cause,»-
But this I must say in my own applause,
Whate'er may be her follies or her flaws
From any thing, this Epic will contain
Which you might clsewhere hope to find in vain.
Yel mix'd so slightly that you can't complain.
Undressing is a woe; our robe de chambre
Thoughts quite as yellow, but less clear than amber. Titus exclaim'd, «I've lost a day!» Of all
The niglics aod days most people can remember
Felt restless and perplexed, and compromised;
Than Adeline (such is advice) advised ; If he had known exactly his own plight,
le probably would have philosopluised; A great resource to all, and ne er denied Till wanted; therefore Juan only sigli'd.
Where all sighs are deposited; and now,
As clear as such a climate will allow;
To bail her with the apostrophe—« Oh, thou!»
Shepherd, or swain, whoever may behold, Feel some abstraction when they gaze on her :
Great thoughts we cate! from thence (besides a cold Sometimes, unless my feelings rather err);
Deep secrets to lier rolling light are told;
For contemplation rather thau liis pillow;
Let in the rippling sound of the lake's billow,
Below liis window waved (of course) a willow;
Look living in the moon; and as you turn
Of your own footsteps-voices from the urn Appear to wake, and shadows wild and quaint
Start from the frames which fence their aspects stera,
The charms of other days, in starlight gleams
Along the canvas; their eyes glance like dreams
But death is imaged in their shadowy beams.
Or on luis mistress-Terms synonymous No sound except the echo of his sigla
Or step ran sadly through that antique house, When suddenly be heard, or thought so, nigh,
A supernatural agent-or a mouse,
Jo cowl and beads and dusky garb, appeard,
Will steps that trod as heavy, yet unheard; His garments only a sliglit murmur made;
lle moved as shadowy as the sisters weird,
Of such a spirit in these balls of old,
Beyond the rumour whiclı such spots unfold,
Which passes glosts in currency like gold,
Or earılı beneath, or beaven, or t other place; And Juan gazed upon it with a stare,
Yet could not speak or move, but, on its base As stands a stalue, stood. he felt lois hair
Twive like a kvot of snakes around his face;
The shadow pass d away, but where? the hall
To think liis vanishing unnatural:
of physics, bodies, whether stort or iall,
Of ubese is not exactily ascertained-
Of nicely, where a fact is to be gain',) A lamp buru'd lgh, while lic leant froin a niche,
Where many a Gothic ornameut remain d, In chiseli stone and painted class, and all That time has left our fathers of their ball.
XVII. Thirn, as the night was clear though cold, he threw
This chunber-door wide open-und weut forth Tutoagulery, of a sombre liuc, Long, furnished with oli pictures of
great worth, Of kurghats and James leroic and chaste 100,
As doubtless should be people of high birth. But by diin lights the portraits of the dead llave something shastiy, desolate, and dread.
An age-expectant, powerless, with his eyes Straiu'd on the spot where first the figure gleam'd;
Then by degrees recall'd his energies,
But could not wake; he was, be did surmise,
Burnt, and not blue, as modest tapers use,
He rubb'd his eyes, and they did not refuse
The paper was right easy to peruse;
He shut his door, and after having read
Undress'd, and rather slowly went to bed. There, couch'd all snugly on his pillow's nook,
With what he'd seen his phantasy he fed,
his visitant or vision, And whether it ought not to be disclosed,
At risk of being quizz'd for superstition. The more he thought, the more his mind was posed;
In the mean time his valet, whose precision Was great, because his master brook'd no less, Knock'd to inform him it was time to dress.
. He dressid ; and, like young people, he was wont
To take some trouble with his toilet, but This morning rather spent less time upon 't;
Aside his very mirror soon was put: His curis fell negligently o'er his front,
His clothes were not curb'd to their usual cut, His very neckcloth's Gordian knot was tied Almost a hair's breadth too much on one side.
xxx. And when he walk'd down into the saloon,
He sate bim pensive o'er a dish of tea,
Had it not happen'd scalding hot to be,
So much distrait he was, that all could see
Herself; then hastily look'd down and mutter'd Something, but what's not stated in my tale.
Lord Henry said, his muffin was ill buiter'd;
And look'd at Juan hard, but nothing utter'd.
And every body wondering more or less,
He started, and said, « Yes-po---rather-yes.»
And, being present, now vegan to express
XXXIII. « Quite well; yes, no.»-These answers were mysterious,
And yet his looks appear'd to sanction both, However they might savour of delirious;
Something like illness of a sudden growth Weigh'd on his spirit, though by no means serious.
But for the rest, as he himself seem'd loth
Also the muffin whereof he complaiu'd,
At which he marvellid, since it had not rain'd;
Her grace replied, his grace was rather pain 'd
A few words of condolence on his state:
Broke in upon by the Black Friar of late. » « What friar?» said Juan; and he did his best
To put the question with an air sedale,
The spirit of these walls?»—« In truth not l.» « Why fame-but fame you know's sometimes a liar
Tells an odd story, of which by the by:
Or that our sires had a more gifted eye
(Who watchi'd the changes of Don Juan's brow,
Connexions stronger than he chose to avow
To jest, you 'll chuse some other theme just now,
That we ourselves-'t was in the honey-moon-
But come, I'll set your story to a tune.»
She seized her barp, whose strings were kindled soon