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To build a college, or to found a race,
Some dome sarmounted by his meagre face :
Even with the very ore which makes them base ;
May be the hoarder's principle of action,
What is his own? Go-look at each transaction, Wars, revels, loves—do these bring men more ease
Than the mere plodding through each “vulgar fraction ?” Or do they benefit mankind? Lean miser! Let spendthrifts' heirs inquire of yours—who 's wiser ?
Containing ingots, bags of dollars, coins,
Weigh not the thin ore where their visage shines),
Some likeness which the glittering cirque confines,
XIII. “ Love rules the camp, the court, the grove,"_" for love Is heaven, and heaven is love :”.
'—so sings the bard ; Which it were rather difficult to prove
(A thing with poetry in general hard).
At least it rhymes to “ love," but I'm prepared
Cash rules the grove, and fells it too besides ;
Without cash, Malthus tells you—“ take no brides.” So cash rules love the ruler, on his own
High ground, as Virgin Cynthia sways the tides; And, as for “heaven being love,” why not say honey Is wax? Heaven is not love, 't is matrimony.
XV. Is not all love prohibited whatever,
Excepting marriage ? which is love, no doubt, After a sort; but somehow people never
With the same thought the two words have help'd out : Love
may exist with marriage, and should ever,
XVI. Now if the “ court” and “camp” and “grove” he not
Recruited all with constant married men, Who never coveted their neighbour's lot,
I say that line 's a lapsus of the pen ;
So celebrated for his morals, when
And that 's enough ; succeeded in my youth,
And my success produced what I in sooth
Whate'er it was, 't was mine ; I've paid, in truth,
In an appeal to the unborn, whom they,
Baptize posterity, or future clay,-
To lean on for support in any way;
And whom do we remember? Not a hundred.
The tenth or twentieth name would be but blunder'd : Even Plutarch's Lives have but pick'd out a few,
And 'gainst those few your annalists have thunder'd ; And Mitford, in the nineteenth century, Gives, with Greek truth, the good old Greek the lie.'
XX. Good people all, of every degree,
Ye gentle readers and ungentle writers, In this twelfth canto 't is my wish to be
As serious as if I had for inditers Malthus and Wilberforce : the last set free
The negroes, and is worth a million fighters; While Wellington has but enslaved the whites, And Malthus does the thing 'gainst which he writes.
And why should I not form my speculation,
Mankind just now seem rapt in meditation
While sages write against all procreation,
I think that." philo-genitiveness” is-
Though there 's a shorter a good deal than this, If that politeness set it not apart;
But I'm resolved to say nought that 's amiss) --
kind of mischief 's daily brewing, Which can await warm youth in its wild race. 'T is true, that thy career is not a new one,
Thou art no novice in the headlong chase
Of hot or cold, mercurial or sedate,
Upon the rest of Europe's social state ;
Great Britain, which the Muse may penetrate : All countries have their “ lions,” but in thee There is but one superb menagerie.
XXV. But I am sick of politics. Begin,
“ Paulo majora.” Juan, undecided Amongst the paths of being “ taken in,"
Above the ice had like a skaiter glided :
With some of those fair creatures who have prided
Some devilish escapade or stir, which shows
Their way through virtue's primrose paths of snows; And then men stare, as if a new ass spake
To Balaam, and from tongue to ear o'erflows Quick-silver small talk, ending (if you note it) With the kind world's amen— Who would have thought it?"
XXVII. The little Leila, with her orient eyes
And taciturn Asiatic disposition (Which saw all western things with small surprise,
To the surprise of people of condition, Who think that novelties are butterflies
To be pursued as food for inanition), Her charming figure and romantic history, Became a kind of fashionable mystery.
Amongst the sex in little things or great,
Of being apt to talk at a great rate; And now there was a general sensation Amongst you, about Leila's education.
You had reason ; 't was that a young child of Grace,
And far away, the last bud of her race,
Himself for five, four, three, or two years' space,
And then there was a general competition
As Juan was a person of condition,
To talk of a subscription or petition;
A fruit to bloom upon their withering bough
For that is the phrase that settles all things now, Meaning a virgin's first blush at a rout,
And all her points as thorough-bred to show : And I assure you, that like virgin honey Tastes their first season (mostly if they 've money).
XXXII. How all the needy honourable misters,
Each out-at-elbow peer, or desperate dandy, The watchful mothers and the careful sisters
(Who, by the by, when clever, are more handy At making matches, where “ 't is gold that glisters,"
Than their he relatives), like ilies o’er candy,! Buzz round" the Fortune” with their busy battery, To turn her head with waltzing and with flattery!
Nay, married dames will. now and then discover
disinterestedness of passion, I've known them court an heiress for their lover. " Tantæne ?” Such the virtues of high station,
Even-in the hopeful isle, whose outlet ’s “Dover!” While the poor rich wretch, object of these cares, Has cause to wish her sire had had male heirs.
XXXIV. Some are soon bagg’d, but some reject three dozen.
’T is fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay o'er every angry cousin
(Friends of the party), who begin accusals Such as—“ Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen
Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? Why waltz with him ? Why, I pray, Look yes last night, and yet say no to-day ?