6. « But add the words,» cried llenry, « which you made, Say nought to bim as he walks the ball, Fer Adeline is lialf a poetess,»

And lie 'll say nought to you: Turving round to the rest, he smiling said.

lle sweeps along in lois dusky pall, Of course the others could not but express

As o'er the grass the dew. In courtesy their wish to see displayed

Then gramercy! for the Black Friar; By one three talents, for there were no less--

Heaven sain lim! fair or foul:
The voice, the words, the larper's skill, at once And whatsoe'er may be his prayer,
Could hardly be united by a dunce.

Let ours be for his soul.

After some fascinating besitation, -

The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling wires The charining of these charmers, who seem bound, Died from the touch that kindlled them to sound; I can't tell wliy, to this dissimulation

And ilic pause follow'd, which, when soap expires, Fair Adeline, widi eyes lix'd on the ground

Pervades a moment those who listeu round; At first, then kindling into animation,

And then of course the circle much admires, Added lier sweet voice to the lyric sound,

Nor less applauds, as in politeness bound, And sang with much simplicity,-a merit

The tones, the feeling, and the cxecution, Not the less precious, that we seldom liear it.

To the performer's difiident confusion.

XLII. Deware! beware! of die Black Friar,

Fair Adeline, though in a careless way Who siltech by Norman stone,

As if she rated such accomplishment For hic muliers lois prayer in the midniglit air,

As the mere pastiine of an idle day, And his mass of the days that are gone.

Pursued an instant for lier own content, When the Lord of the Will, Amundeville,

Would now and then as 'I were without display, Made Norman Church his prey,

Yet with display in fact, at times relent And expellid the friars, one friar still

To such performances with laughty smile, Would not be driven away.

To show she could, if it were worth her while.

Though he came in his might, with Kiog llenry's right, Now this (but we will whisper it aside)
To turn church lands to lay,

Was-pardon the pedantic illustration-
With sword in hand, and torch to light

Trampling on Plato's pride with greater pride, Their walls, if they said way,

As did the Cynic ou some like occasion; A mook remain'd, unchased, unchain'd,

Deeming the safe would be much moruficd, And he did not seem form'd of clay,

Orthrown into a philosophic passion, For he's seen in the porehi, and he's seen in the church, For a spoild carpet-but the « Attic Bees Though he is vot seen by day.

Was much consoled by luis owo repartee.? 3.

XLIV. And whetlier for good, or whether for ill,

Thus Adetine would throw into the shade It is not mine to say;

(By doing easily whicocer shie cliose, But still to the house of Amundeville,

What dilettanti do with vast parade), lle bideth night and day.

Their sort of half profession: for it grows Ry the narriage-bed of their lords, 't is said,

To something like this when too oft display'd, ile thits on the bridil eve;

And that it is so every body knows And 'l is held as faith, to their bed of death

Who've heard Miss That or This, or Lady T other, lic comes but not to grieve.

Show off-to please their company or mother. 4.

XLV. When an leir is born, he is heard to mourni,

Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios! And when auflic is to befal

The adınications and the speculations; That anciend line, in the pale moon-shine

The « Mamma Mias!» and the « Amor Mios!» He walks from hall to hall,

The « Tanti Palpitis» on sucha occasions : His form you may trace, but not his face,

The « Lasciamis,» and quavering « Addios!» T is shadow'd by his cowl;

Amongst our own most musical of nations: But lois eyes may be seen from the folds between,

With « Tu mi chamases» from Portiogale, And they seem of a parled soul.

To soothe our ears, lest Italy should fail.3 5.

XLVI. But beware! beware of the Black Friar',

In Babylon's bravuras-as the home lle still retains his sway,

Heart-ballads of Green Eriu or Grey Highlands, For he is yet the church's heir,

That bring Lochaber back to eyes that roam Whoever may be the lay.

O'er far Atlantic continents or islands, Amundeville is lord by day,

The calentures of music which o'ercome But ille inonk is lord by night;

VI mountaineers with dreams that they are nich lands, Nor wine por wassail could raise a vassal

No more to be beheld but in such visions, To question that friar's right.

Was Adeline well versed as compositions.

Of these few could say more than has been said;

They pass'd as such things do, for superstition
With some, while others, who had more in dread

The theme, half credited the strange tradition; And mucli was talk d ou all sides on that head;

l'ut Juan, when cross-question'd on the vision, Which some supposed (though bie had not avow'd it) llad stirr'd him, answerd in a way to cloud it,

And then, the mid-day having worn to one,

The company prepared to separate :
Some to their several pastimes, or to pone;

Some wondering 't was so early, some so late.
There was a goodly match, too, to be run

Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate,
And a young race-horse of old pedigree,
Match'd for the spring, whom several went to see.


She also had a twilight tinge of « Blue,»

Could write rhymes,and compose more than she wrote; Made epigrams occasionally too

Upon her friends, as every body ougbi.
But still from that sublimer azure hue,

So much the present dye, she was remote;
Was wçak enough to deem 'Pope a great poet,
And, what was worse, was not ashamed to show it.

Aurora-since we are touching upon taste,

Which now-a-days is the thermometer
By whose degrees all characters are classid-

Was more Shakspearian, if I do not err,
The worlds beyond this world's perplexing waste

Had more of her existence, for in der
There was a depth of feeling to embrace
Thoughts boundless, deep, but silent too as space.

Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless grace,

The full-grown flebe of Filz-Fulke, whose mind,
If she had any, was upon her face,

And that was of a fascinating kind.
A little turn for mischief you might trace

Also thereon,-but ibai's not much; we find
Few females without some sucha gentle leaven,
For fear we should suppose us quite in heaven.

I have not heard she was at all poetic,

Thougla once she was seen reading the « Bach Guide,» And « Hayley's Triumphs,» which she deem'd pathetic,

Because, she said, her lemper had been tried So much, the bard had really been prophetic

Of what she had gone through with, -since a bride.
But of all verse what most insured her praise
Were sonnets to herself, or « bouts rimés.»

I were difficult to say what was the object

Of Adeline, in bringing ibis same lay
To bear on what appeard to her the subject

of Juan's nervous feelings on that day. Perhaps she merely had the simple project

To laugh him out of his supposed dismay; Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it, Thouglı why I cannol say—at least this minute.

LII. Bat so far the immediate effect

Was to restore him to his self-propriety, A thing quite necessary to the elect,

Who wish to take the tone of their society: In which you cannot be too circumspect,

Whether the mode be persillage or piety,
But wear the newest maotle of bypocrisy,
On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy.

And therefore Juan now began to rally

llis spirits, and without more explanation, To jest upon such themes in many a sally.

Der grace too also seized the same occasion, With various similar remarks to tally,

Dur wishid for a saill more detaild narration Of this same mysli: friar's curious doings, About the present family's deaths aud wooings.

There was a picture-dealer who had brought

A special Titian, warranted original, So precious that it was not to be bought,

Though princes the possessor were besieging all.
The king himself bad cheapen'd it, but thought

The civil list (he deigns to accept, obligiog all
His subjects by his gracions acceptation)
Too scanty, in these times of low taxation.

But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,--

The friend of artists, if not arts,--the owner,
With molives the most classical and pure,

So that he would have been the very donor,
Rather than seller, had his wants been fewer,

So much he deem'd his patronage an honour,
Nad brought the capo d'opéra, not for sale,
But for his judgmeni,-never known 10 fail.

There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic

Bricklayer of Babel, calld an architect,
Brought to survey these grey walls, which, though so

thick, Might have from time acquired some slight defect; Who, after rummaging the abbey through thick

And thin, produced a plan, whereby to erect
New buildings of correctest conformation,
And throw down old, which he call'd restoration.

The cost would be a trifle-an « old song,»

Set to some thousands ('t is the usual burthen
Of that same tune, when people hum it long) -

The price would speedily repay its worth in An edifice no less sublime than strong,

By which Lord Henry's good taste would go forth in
Jis glory, through all ages shining sunny, .
For Gothic daring shown in English money.

There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage

Lord lleory wish'd to raise for a new purchase;
Also a lawsuit upon tenures burçage,

And one on titles which sure are Discord's torches, Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage,

« Uptying » squires « to fight against the churchıcs;» There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman, For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman.

There were two poachers caught in a steel trap,

Ready for jail, their place of convalescence;
There was a country girl in a close cap
And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see,

sinceSince-since-in youth I had the sad mishap

But luckily I've paid few parish fees since)
That scarlet cloak, alas! unclosed with rigour,
Presents the problem of a double figure.

A reel within a bottle is a mystery,

One can't tell how it e'er got in or out,
Therefore the present piece of natural history

I leave to those who are fond of solving doubt,
And merely state, though not for the consistory,

Lord Henry was a justice, and that Scout
The constable, beneath a warrant's banner,
Had bagu'd this poacher upoo Nature's manor.

Now justices of peace must judge all picces

Of mischief of all kinds, and keep the game
And morals of the country from caprices

Of those who've not a license for the same; Anıl of all things, excepting tithes and leases,

Perhaps these are most difficult to tame :
Preserving partridges and pretty wenches,
Are puzzles to the most precautious benches.

The present culprit was extremely pale,

Pale as if painted so; her check being red
By nature, as in higher dames less hale,

"T is white, at least when they just rise from bed. Perhaps she was ashamed of seeming frail,

Poor soul! for she was country born and bred,
And knew no better in ber immorality
Than to wax white--for blushes are for quality.

Her black, bricht, downcası, yet espiègle eye

Had gather'd a large tear into its corder,
Which the poor thing at times essay'd to dry,

For she was not a sentiinental mourner, Purading all her sensibility,

Nor insolent enough to scorn the scorner, But stood in trembliog, patient tribulation, To be call'd up for her examination.

LXVI. Of course these groups were scatter'd here and there,

Not migh the gay saloon of ladies gent. The lawyers in the study; and in air

The prize pig, plooghman, poachers; the inen seut From town, viz, architect and dealer, were

Both busy (as a general in his tent
Writing dispatches) in their several stations,
Esulting in their brilliant lucubrations.

But this poor girl was left in the great hali,

While Scout, the parish quardia of the frail,
Discussid (be hated beer yelepl the «small)

A mighty mug of moral double de:
She waited uuril Justice could recal

Iis kind allentions to their proper pale,
Po name a thing in nomenclature rather
Priplexing for most virgins--a child's father.

You see here was enough of occupation

For the Lord lleory, link'd with dogs and horses,
There was inuch bustle too and preparation

Below stairs on the score of second courses, Because, as suits their rank and situation,

Those who in counties have great land resources,
Have « public days, when all men may carouse,
Though not exactly what's call'd « open house.»

But once a week or fortnight, uninvited

(Thus we translate a general invitation), All country gentlemeo, esquired or knighied,

May drop in without cards, and take their station
At thic full board, and sit alike delighted

With fashionable wines and conversation;
And, as the isthmus of the grand connexion,
Talk o'er themselves, the past and next election.

Loril Henry was a great elec!ioneerer,

Burrowing for boroughs like a rat or rabbit,
But county contests cost him rather dearer,

Because the neighbouring Scotch earl of Giftgabbit Had English influence in the self-same sphere bere;

His son, the Honourable Dick Dice-drabbit,
Was member for « the other interest » (meaning
The self-same interest, with a different leaning).

Courteous and cautious therefore in his county,

lle was all things to all men, and dispepsed To some civility, to others bounty,

And promises to all-which last commenced
To gather to a somewhat large amount, le

Nor calculating how much they condensed;
But, what with keeping some and breaking others,
Ilis word had the same value as another's.

A friend to freedom and freeholders-yet

No less a friend to government-he held
That lie exactly the just medium bit

"Twixe place and patriotism-albeit compella Such was his sovereign's pleasure (though unfit,

lle added modestly, when rebels raild), To liold some sinecures he wished abolishid, Dut that with them all law would be demolishd.

LXXUL lle was « free to confess»--(whence comes this phrase ?

Is i English? No-iis 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. lleaven and his friends knew that a private life

Ilid ever been his sole and whole ambition ; But could hie 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! dainnable incision' The Gordian or the Geordian knot, whose strings Have tied together Commons, Lords, and Kings.

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Sooner « come place into the civil list,

And champion him to the utmost»- he would keep it,
Till duly disappointed or dismiss'd:

Profit he cared not for, let others reap it;
But should the day come when place ceased to exist,

The country would have far more cause to weep it;
For how could it go on? Explain who can!
He gloried in the name of Englishman.

He was as independent-ay, much more-

Than those who were not paid for independence,
As common soldiers, or a common--shore

Have in their several arts or parts ascendance
Oer the irregulars io lust or gore

W bo do not give professional attendance.
Thus on the mob all statesmen are as eager
To prove their pride, as footmen to a beggar.

All this (save the last stanza) Henry said,

And thought. I say no more-I've said too much;
For all of us have either heard or read

Of-or upon the hustings—some slight such
Hints from the independent heart or head

Of the official candidate. Till touch
No more on this the dinner-bell hath rung,
And grace is said; the grace I should have sung-

But I'm too late, and therefore must make play.

"T was a great banquet, such as Albion old
Was wont to boast-as if a glutton's tray

Were something very glorious to behold.
Buc 't was a public feast and public day,-

Quite full, right dull, guests hot, and dishes cold,
Great plenty, much formality, small cheer,
And every body out of their own sphere.

The squires familiarly formal, and

My lords and ladies proudly condescending;
The very servants puzzling how to hand

Their plates--without it might be too much bending
From their high places by the sideboard's stand-

Yet, like their masters, fearful of offending.
For any deviation from the graces
Might cost both men and masters 100--their places.

There were some hunters bold, and coursers keen,
Whose hounds ne'er err'd, nor greyhounds deign'd to

Some deadly shots too, Septembrisers, scen

Earliest to rise, and last to quit the search
Of the poor partridge through his stubble screen.

There were some massy members of the church,
Takers of liches, and makers of good matclics,
And several who sung fewer psalms than catches.

There were some country wags too, -and alas!

Some exiles from the town, who had been driven
To gaze, instead of pavement, upon grass,

And rise at nine in lieu of long eleven.
And lo! upon that day it came to pass,

I sate next that o'erwhelming son of Ileaven,
The very powerful parson, Peter Pith,
The loudest wit I e'er was deafen'd with.

I knew him in his livelier London days,

A brilliant diner-out, though but a curate;
And not a joke he cut but earn'd its praise,

Until preferment, coming at a sure rate,
(Oh, Providence! bow wondrous are thy ways,

Who would suppose thy gifts sometimes obdurate ?)
Gave him, to lay the devil who looks o'er Lincoln,
A fat fen vicarage, and vought to think on,

His jokes were sermons, and his sermons jokes;

But both were thrown away amongst the fens;
For wit hath no great friend in aguish folks.

No longer ready ears and short-hand pens
Imbibed the gay bon-mot, or happy hoax:

The poor priest was reduced to common sense,
Or to coarse efforis very loud and long,
To hammer a hoarse laugh from the thick throng.

There is a difference, says the song, « between

A beggar and a queen,» or was (of late
The latter worse used of the two we've seen-

But we'll say nothing of affairs of state) -
A difference « twixt a bishop and a dean,»

A difference between crockery-ware and plate,
As between English beef and Spartan broth,
yet great heroes have been bred by both

But of all nature's discrepancies, none

Upon the whole is greater than the difference
Beheld between the country and the town,

Of which the latter merits every preference
From those who've few resources of their own,

And only think, or act, or feel with reference
To some small play of interest or ambition-
Both which are limited to po condition.

But « en avant!» The light loves languish o'er

Loog banquets and too many guests, although
A slight repast makes people love much more,

Bacchus and Ceres being, as we know,
Even from our grammar upwards, friends of yore

With vivifying Venus, wlio doth owe
To these the invention of champagne and truftles :
Temperance delights her, but long lasting ruffles.

Dully pass'd o'er the dinner of the day;

And Juan took his place be knew not where,
Confused, in the confusion, and distrait,

And sitting as if nail'd upon his chair;
Though knives and forks clang 'd round as in a fray,

He seem'd unconscious of all passing there,
Till some one, with a groan, express'd a wish
(Uoheeded twice) to have a fin of fish.

On which, at the third asking of the banns,

He started; and, perceiving smiles around
Broadening to grios, he colour'd more than once,

And hastily-as nothing can confound
A wise man more than laughter from a dunce-

Inflicted on the dish a deadly wound,
And with such hurry that, ere he could curb is,
He'd paid his neighbour's prayer with half a turbot.


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 miglot, to be sure.
They wonder'd bow a young mau so absurd

Lord Henry at his table should endure;
And this, and his noi kuowing how much oals
Had falleu last market, cost his lost three votes.

They little knew, or miglit have sympathized,

That he the night before had seen a ghost;
A prologue which but slightly harmonised

With the substantial company engross'd Dy matter, and so much materialised,

That one scarce knew at what to marvel most Ofiwo things-how (the questiou rather odd is) Suchi bodies could liave souls, or souls suel bodies.

But what confused bim more than smile or stare

From all thie' squires and 'squiresses around,
Who wonderd at the abstraction of bis air,

Especially as he liad been repowod For some vivacity atnong the fair,

Even in the country circle's narrow bound-
(For little things upon my lord's estate
Were good small-talk for others still less great)-

Was, that he caught Aurora's eye on his,
And something like a smile upon

her cheek. Now this be really rather took amiss:

In those who rarely sınile, 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
Whicla some preteud to trace in Jadies' smiles.

'T was a mere quict smile of contemplation,

Jodicalive of some surprise and pity; And Juan grew carvatiou with vexation,

Which was not very wise and still less witty, Since he had gaind at least lier observation,

A most important oulwork of the city-
As Juan should have knowu, bad not his senses
By last night's ghost been driven from their defences.

But, what was bad, sbe did not blush in turn,

Nor seem embarrassid-quite the contrary;
Ver aspect was, as usual, still not stern-

And she withdrew, but cast not down, hier eye, Yet grew a litle pale--with what? concern?

I know not; but her colour ne'er was high-
Thou;; la sometimes faintly tluslid--and always clear,
As deep seas in a sunny atmosphere.

But Adeline was occupied by fame

This day; and watching, witching, condescending To the consumers of fiski, 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 coding) Autheir lord's, son's, and similar councxions' Safe conduct through the rocks of re-elections.

Though this was most expedient on the wbole,

And usual-Juan, when he cast a glance.
On Adelive while playing her grand role,

Which she went through as though it were a dance (Betraying only now aud then lier soul

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

So well she acted all and every part

By turns-with that vivacious versatility,
Which many people take for want of heart.

They err-i is merely what is calld mobility, A thing of temperament and not of art,

Though seeming so, from its supposed facility; And false—though true ; for surely they're sinceresi, Who're strongly acted on by what is nearest.

This makes your actors, artists, and romancers,

Heroes sometimes, though seidom-sages perer; But speakers, bards, diplomatists, and dancers,

Little that's great, but much of what is clever; Most orators, but very few financiers,

Though all Exchequer Chancellors endeavour, Of lale years, to dispense with Cocker's rigours, And grow quite figurative with their figures.

XCIX. The poets of arithmetic are they

Wbo, though they prove not (wo and two to be Five, as they would do in a modest way,

Have plainly made it out that four are three,
Judying by what they take and what they pay.

The Sinking Fund's uofathomable sea,
That most unliquidating liquid, leaves
The debt unsunk, yet siuks all it receives.

While Adeline dispensed loer airs and graces,

The fair Fitz-Fulke seemd very much at ease;
Tlouch too well-bred to quiz men to their faces,

Hier laughing blue eyes with a glance could seise The ridicules of people in all places

That honey of your fashionable bees-
And store il for mischievous enjoyment;
And this at present was her kind employment.

However, the day closed, as days must close;

The evening also waved-and coffee came.
Each carriage was announced, and ladies rose,

And curtseying off, as curtsies country dame, Rcrired: with most unfashionable bows

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

Some praised ber beauty; others her great grace;

The warmth of lier politeness, whose siocerity
Was obvious ia cach feature of lier face,

Whose trails were radiant with the rays of verity. Yes, she was truly worthy her bighi place!

No one could evivy lier deserved prosperity: And then hier dress-what beautiful simplicity Draperied her form with curious felicity!?

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