XI. But next to dressing for a rout or ball, Thoughts quite as yellow, but less clear than amber. Titus exclaim'd, «I've lost a day!» Of all The nights and days most people can remember And Juan, on retiring for the night, Felt restless and perplexed, and compromised; He thought Aurora Raby's eyes more bright Than Adeline (such is advice) advised; If he had known exactly his own plight, He probably would have philosophised; He sigh'd;-the next resource is the full moon, It happen'd luckily, the chaste orb shone As clear as such a climate will allow; And Juan's mind was in the proper tone To bail her with the apostrophe-«< Oh, thou!» Which further to explain would be a truism. But lover, poet, or astronomer, Shepherd, or swain, whoever may behold, Feel some abstraction when they gaze on her: Great thoughts we catch from thence (besides a cold Sometimes, unless my feelings rather err); Deep secrets to her rolling light are told; The ocean's tides and mortals' brains she sways, XV. Juan felt somewhat pensive, and disposed Let in the rippling sound of the lake's billow, With all the mystery by midnight caused; Below his window waved (of course) a willow; And he stood gazing out on the cascade. That flash'd and after darken'd in the shade. XVI. Upon his table or his toilet-which Of these is not exactily ascertained(I state this, for I am cautious to a pitch Of nicety, where a fact is to be gain'd,) A lamp burn'd high, while he leant from a niche, In chisel'd stone and painted glass, and all XVII. Then, as the night was clear though cold, he threw His chamber-door wide open-and went forth Into a gallery, of a sombre hae, Long, furnish'd with old pictures of great worth, Of knights and dames heroic and chaste 100, As doubtless should be people of high birth. But by dim lights the portraits of the dead Ilave something ghastly, desolate, and dread. XVIII. The forms of the grim knights and pictured saints OF A vigil there, where all but death should sleep! And the pale smile of beauties in the grave, The charms of other days, in starlight gleams But death is imaged in their shadowy beams. As Juan mused on mutability, Or on his mistress-terms synonymous- Or step ran sadly through that antique house, XXI. It was no mouse, but lo! a monk, array'd He moved as shadowy as the sisters weird, XXII. Juan was petrified; he had heard a hint Of such a spirit in these halls of old, But thought, like most men, there was nothing in t Beyond the rumour which such spots unfold, Coin'd from surviving superstition's miut, Which passes ghosts in currency like gold, But rarely seen, like gold compared with paper. And did he see this? or was it a vapour? XXIII. Once, twice, thrice pass'd, repass'd-the thing of air, Or earth beneath, or heaven, 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 statue, stood. he felt his hair Twine like a knot of snakes around his face; Ile tax'd his tongue for words, which were not grante To ask the reverend person what he wanted. XXIV. The third time, after a still longer pause, The shadow pass'd away-but where? the hall Was long, and thus far there was no great cause To think his vanishing unnatural: Doors there were many, through which, by the law, Of physics, bodies, whether short or tall, Might come or go; but Juan could not state Through which the spectre seem'd to evaporate. XXV. He stood, how long he knew not, but it seem'd. And would have pass'd the whole off as a dream, All there was as he left it; still his taper Burnt, and not blue, as modest tapers use, He rubb'd his eyes, and they did not refuse XXXII. But seeing him all cold and silent still, He started, and said, « Yes-no-rather-yes.» And, being present, now began to express «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 XXXIV. Lord Henry, who had now discuss'd his chocolate, At which he marvell'd, since it had not rain'd; Of gout, which rusts aristocratic hinges. XXXV. Then Henry turn'd to Juan, and address'd A few words of condolence on his state: « You look,»> quoth he, « as if you 'd had your rest Broke in upon by the Black Friar of late.»> « What friar?» said Juan; and he did his best Or careless; but the effort was not valid «Oh! have you never heard of the Black Friar? Or that our sires had a more gifted eye For such sights, though the tale is half believed, The friar of late has not been oft perceived. XXXVII. «The last time was-->> « I pray,» said Adeline(Who watch'd the changes of Don Juan's brow, And from its context thought she could divine Connexions stronger than he chose to avow With this same legend),—« if you but design To jest, you'll chuse some other theme just now, Because the present tale has oft been told, And is not much improved by growing old.» XXXVIII. « Jest!» quoth Milor, « Why, Adeline, yon know She seized her harp, whose strings were kindled soon As touch'd, and plaintively began to play The air of <<'T was a Friar of Orders Grey.» 6. Say nought to him as he walks the ball, XLI. The lady's voice ceased, and the thrilling wires Died from the touch that kindled them to sound; And the pause follow'd, which, when song expires, Pervades a moment those who listen round; And then of course the circle much admires, Nor less applauds, as in politeness bound, The tones, the feeling, and the execution, To the performer's diffident confusion. XLII. Fair Adeline, though in a careless way, Pursued an instant for her own content, Now this (but we will whisper it aside) For he's seen in the porch, and he's seen in the church, For a spoil'd carpet-but the « Attic Bee» Though he is not seen by day. 3. And whether for good, or whether for ill, It is not mine to say; But still to the house of Amundeville, He abideth night and day. By the marriage-bed of their lords, 't is said, ile thts on the bridal eve; And 't is held as faith, to their bed of death He comes-but not to grieve. 4. When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn, That ancient line, in the pale moon-shine He walks from hall to hall. His form you may trace, but not his face, 'Tis shadow'd by his cowl; But his eyes may be seen from the folds between, And they seem of a parted soul. 5. But beware! beware of the Black Friar, He still retains his sway, For he is yet the church's heir, Whoever may be the lay. Amundeville is lord by day, But the monk is lord by night; Nor wine nor wassail could raise a vassal To question that friar's right. Was much consoled by his own repartee.1 XLIV. Thus Adefine would throw into the shade (By doing easily whene'er she chose, What dilettanti do with vast parade), Their sort of half profession: for it grows To something like this when too oft display'd, Who 've heard Miss That or This, or Lady T other. XLV. Oh! the long evenings of duets and trios! XLVI. In Babylon's bravuras-as the home Heart-ballads of Green Eriu or Grey Highlands, That bring Lochaber back to eyes that roam O'er far Atlantic continents or islands, The calentures of music which o'ercome All mountaineers with dreams that they are nigh lands, No more to be beheld but in such visions,— Was Adeline well versed as compositions. XLVII. 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 ought. But still from that sublimer azure hue, So much the present dye, she was remote; Was weak enough to deem Pope a great poet, And, what was worse, was not ashamed to show it. XLVIII. Aurora-since we are touching upon taste, Which now-a-days is the thermometer By whose degrees all characters are class'd— Was more Shakspearian, if I do not err, The worlds beyond this world's perplexing waste Had more of her existence, for in her There was a depth of feeling to embrace Thoughts boundless, deep, but silent too as space. XLIX. Not so her gracious, graceful, graceless grace, And that was of a fascinating kind. A little turn for mischief you might trace Also thereon, but that's not much; we find Few females without some such gentle leaven, For fear we should suppose us quite in heaven. L. I have not heard she was at all poetic, Though once she was seen reading the « Bath Guide,» And << Hayley's Triumphs,» which she deem'd pathetic, Because, she said, her temper 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.» LI. T were difficult to say what was the object To laugh him out of his supposed dismay; Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it, Though why I cannot say—at least this minute. LH. But 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 mantle of hypocrisy, On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy. LIII. And therefore Juan now began to rally His spirits, and without more explanation, To jest upon such themes in many a sally. ller grace too also seized the same occasion, With various similar remarks to tally, But wish'd for a still more detail'd narration Of this same mysti: friar's curious doings, About the present family's deaths aud wooings. LIV. Of these few could say more than has been said; And then, the mid-day having worn to one, Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate, There was a picture-dealer who had brought Though princes the possessor were besieging all. But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur,—— So that he would have been the very donor, So much he deem'd his patronage an honour, LVIII. There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic Might have from time acquired some slight defect; Who, after rummaging the abbey through thick And thin, produced a plan, whereby to erect 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 Its glory, through all ages shining sunny,. For Gothic daring shown in English money .4 LX. There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage And one on tithes which sure are Discord's torches, Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage, « Untying» squires « to fight against the churches; »5 There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman, For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman. LXI. There were two poachers caught in a steel trap, And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, since- LXII. 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 bagg'd this poacher upon Nature's manor. LXIII. game Now justices of peace must judge all pieces Perhaps these are most difficult to tame: The present culprit was extremely pale. '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 her immorality Than to wax white-for blushes are for quality. LXV. Her black, bright, downcast, yet espiègle eye Had gather'd a large tear into its corner, Which the poor thing at times essay'd to dry, For she was not a sentimental mourner, Parading all her sensibility, Nor insolent enough to scorn the scorner, But stood in trembling, patient tribulation, To be call'd up for her examination. LXVI. Of course these groups were scatter'd here and there, 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 dispatches) in their several stations, Exulting in their brilliant lucubrations. LXVII. But this poor girl was left in the great hali, Its kind attentions to their proper pale, LXVII. You see here was enough of occupation 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.» LXIX. But once a week or fortnight, uninvited With fashionable wines and conversation; Lord Henry was a great electioneerer, Burrowing for boroughs like a rat or rabbit, Courteous and cautious therefore in his county, And promises to all-which last commenced Not calculating how much they condensed; But, what with keeping some and breaking others. His word had the same value as another's. |