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XL, Besides the ministers and underlings,
Who must be courteous to the accredited
Until their royal riddle 's fully read,
Of office, or the house of office,
Employ'd for, since it is their daily labour,
your next neighbour, When for a passport, or some other bar
To freedom, he applied (a grief and a bore) If he found not this spawn of tax-born riches, Like lap-dogs, the least civil sons of bs.
XLII. But Juan was received with much 66
empressement : These phrases of refinement I must borrow *From our next neighbours' land, where, like a chessman,
There is a move set down for joy or sorrow, Not only in mere talking, but the press.
In islands is, it seems, downright and thorough, More than on continents-as if the sea (See Billingsgate) made even the tongue more free.
Your continental oaths are but incontinent,
Spirit would name, and therefore even I won't anent : This subject quote, as it would be schismatic
In politesse, and have a sound affronting in 't :But «dam’me” 's quite ethereal, though too daringPlatonic blasphemy, the soul of swearing.
For true or false politeness and scarce that
The frst the emblem (rarely though) of what
To meet. However, 't is no time to chat On general topics : poems must confine Themselves to unity, like this of mine.
Meaneth the west or worst end of a city,
By no means to be very wise or witty,
And look down on the universe with pity-
XLVI. He was a bachelor, which is a matter
Of import both to virgin and to bride, The former's hymeneal hopes to flatter ;
And (should she not hold fast by love or pride) 'T is also of some moment to the latter :
a th in a wed gallant's side, Requires decorum, and is apt to double The horrid sin—and, what 's still worse, the trouble.
XLVII. But Juan was a bachelor-of arts,
And parts, and hearts : he danced and sung, and had An air as sentimental as Mozart's
Softest of melodies; and could be sad
Just at the proper time; and, though a lad,
Bloom'd also in less transitory hues;
The painting and the painted ; youth, ceruse,
Such as no gentleman can quite refuse ; Daughters admired his dress, and pious mothers Inquired his income, and if he had brothers.
Throughout the season, upon speculation
Have waned into a crescent's coruscation, Thought such an opportunity as this is,
Of a rich foreigner's initiation, Not to be overlook’d, and gave such credit, That future bridegrooms swore, and sigh’d, and paid it. L. The Blues, that tender tribe, who sigh o'er sonnets,
And with the pages of the last review Line the interior of their heads or bonnets,
Advanced in all their azure's highest hue : They talk'd bad French or Spanish, and upon its
Late authors ask'd him for a hint or two; And which was softest, Russian or Castilian ? And whether in his travels he saw Ilion ?
LI. Juan, who was a little superficial,
And not in literature a great Drawcansir, Examined by this learned and especial
Jury of matrons, scarce knew what to answer :
His steady application as a dancer,
LII. However, he replied at hazard, with
A modest confidence and calm assurance, Which lent his learned -lucubrations pith,
And pass'd for arguments of good endurance. That prodigy, Miss Araminta Smith
(Who, at sixteen, translated “Hercules Furens" Into as furious English), with her best look, Set down his sayings in her common-place book.
LIII. Juan knew several languages—as well
He might—and brought them up with skill, in time To save his fame with each accomplish'd belle,
Who still regretted that he did not rhyme ; There wanted but this requisite to swell
His qualities (with them) into sublime : Lady Fitz-Frisky, and Miss Mævia Mannish, Both long'd extremely to be sung in Spanish.
Admitted as an aspirant to all
At great assemblies or in parties small,
That being about their average numeral ;
Like to the champion in the fisty ring,
Although 't is an imaginary thing.
Nor sought of foolscap subjects to be king,
Mont-Saint-Jean seems Cain : · La Belle Alliance” of dunces down at zero,
Now that the lion 's fall'n, may rise again : But I will fall at least as fell
LVII. Sir Walter reign'd before me ; Moore and Campbell
Before and after ; but now grown more holy, The Muses upon Sion's hill must ramble
With poets almost clergymen or wholly ;
up for being a sort of moral me; He 'll find it rather difficult some day
To turn out both, or either, it may be.
And Wordsworth has supporters, two or three; And that deep-mouth'd Beotian, “Savage Landor," Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander.
Just as he really promised something great,
-without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak.
Poor fellow ! his was an untoward fate : 'T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffod out by an article.
To that which none will gain—or none will know The conqueror at least; who, ere Time renders
His last award, will have the long grass grow Above his burnt-out brain and sapless cinders.
If I might augur, I should rate but low Their chances; they ’re too numerous, like the thirty Mock tyrants, when Rome's annals wax'd but dirty.
LXII. This is the literary lower empire,
Where the Prætorian bands take up the matter ; A “ dreadful trade,” like his who “gathers samphire,”
The insolent soldiery to soothe and flatter,
Now, were I once at home, and in good satire,
while With such small gear to give myself concern :
Indeed I've not the necessary bile ;
And even my Muse's worst reproof 's a smile ;
Amongst live poets and blue ladies, passod
Being tired in time, and neither least nor last,