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Note 6, page 52, stanza cxlviir.
Who took Algiers, declares I used him vilely? Donna Julia here made a mistake. Count O'Reilly did not take Algiers—but Algiers very nearly took him : he and his army and fleet retreated with great loss, and not much credit, from before that city. in the year 17–
Note 7, page 75, stanza ccxvi.
Me nec femina, nec puer
Nec certare juvat mero;
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions,
It mends their morals; never mind the pain : The best of mothers and of educations
In Juan's case were but employ'd in vain, Since in a way, that's rather of the oddest, he Became divested of his native modesty.
Had he but been placed at a public school,
In the third form, or even in the fourth, His daily task had kept his fancy cool,
At least, had he been nurtured in the north ; Spain may prove an exception to the rule,
But then exceptions always proves its worthA lad of sixteen causing a divorce, Puzzled his tutors very much, of course.
I can't say that it puzzles me at all,
If all things be consider'd: first there was His lady mother, mathematical,
A never mind; his tutor an old ass;
Or else the thing had hardly come to pass;)
Well—well, the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails; And live and die, make love and pay our taxes,
And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails ; The king commands us, and the doctor quacks us,
The priest instructs, and so our life exhales, A little breath, love, wine, ambition, fame, Fighting, devotion, dust-perhaps a name.
I said, that Juan had been sent to Cadiz
A pretty town-I recollect it well'Tis there the mart of the colonial trade is,
(Or was, before Peru learn'd to rebel) And such sweet girls—I mean such graceful ladies,
Their very walk would make your bosom swell; I can't describe it, though so much it strike, Nor liken it-I never saw the like :
An Arab horse, a stately stag, a barb
New broke, a camelopard, a gazelle,
Their veil and petticoat-Alas! to dwell
A canto—then their feet and ancles—well, Thank Heaven I've got no metaphor quite ready, (And so, my sober muse—come let's be steady
Chaste.muse !-well, if you must, you must)—the veil
Thrown back a moment with the glancing hand, While the o'erpowering eye, which turns you pale,
Flashes into the heart:-All-sunny land Of love! when I forget you, may I fail
To—say my prayers—but never was there plaŋn'd A dress through which the eyes give such a volley, Excepting the Venetian Fazzioli.
But to our tale :—The Donna Inez sent
Her son to Cadiz only to embark;
But why?-we leave the reader in the dark'Twas for a voyage the young man was meant,
As if a Spanish ship were Noah's ark,
Don Juan bid his valet pack his things
According to direction; then received
He was to travel ; and though Inez grieved (As every kind of parting has its stings ),
She hoped he would improve-perhaps believed; A letter, too, she gave (he never read it) Of good advice—and two or three of credit.
In the mean time, to pass her hours away,
Brave Inez now set up a Sunday school
(Like truant rogues) the devil, or the fool; Infants of three years old were taught that day,
Dunces were whipt, or set upon a stool : The great success of Juan's education, Spurr'd her to teach another generation.
The wind was fair, the water passing rough;
As I, who've cross'd it oft, know well enough ; And, standing upon deck, the dashing spray
Flies in one's face, and makes it weather-tough. And there he stood to take, and take again, His first, perhaps his last-farewell of Spain.