CLV. I say that beef is rare, and can't help thinking From which our modern morals, rightly shrinking, CLVI. For we all know that English people are From this my subject, has no business here;— A pleasure-like all pleasures-rather dear; CLVII. But to resume. The languid Juan raised As all his latter meals had been quite raw, He fell upon whate'er was offer'd, like A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike. CLVIII. He ate, and he was well supplied; and she, Who watch'd him like a mother, would have fed Him past all bounds, because she smiled to see Such appetite in one she had deem'd dead; But Zoe, being older than Haidee, Knew (by tradition, for she ne'er had read) That famish'd people must be slowly nursed, And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst. CLIX. And so she took the liberty to state, Rather by deeds than words, because the case Was urgent, that the gentleman, whose fate Had made her mistress quit her bed to trace The sea-shore at this hour, must leave his plate, Unless he wish'd to die upon the place— She snatch'd it, and refused another morsel, Saying, he had gorged enough to make a horse ill. CLX. Next they-he being naked, save a tatter'd And dress'd him, for the present, like a Turk, CLXI. And then fair Haidee tried her tongue at speaking, Her speech out to her protégé and friend, CLXII: And then she had recourse to nods, and signs, A world of words, and things at which she guess'd. CLXIII. And now, by dint of fingers and of eyes, And words repeated after her, he took A lesson in her tongue; but by surmise, No doubt, less of her language than her look, As he who studies fervently the skies Turns oftener to the stars than to his book, Thus Juan learn'd his alpha beta better From Haidee's glance than any graven letter. CLXIV. 'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue Pressure of hands, perhaps even a chaste kiss ; I learn'd the little that I know by this: CLXV. That is, some words of Spanish, Turk, and Greek; Learning that language chiefly from its preachers, CLXVI. As for the ladies, I have nought to say, A wanderer from the British world of fashion, Where I, like other "dogs, have had my day," Like other men too, may have had my passionBut that, like other things, has pass'd away : And all her fools whom I could lay the lash on, Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me But dreams of what has been, no more to be. CLXVII. Return we to Don Juan. He begun To hear new words, and to repeat them; but Some feelings, universal as the sun, Were such as could not in his breast be shut He was in love—as you would be, no doubt, CLXVIII. And every day by day-break-rather early To see her bird reposing in his nest : Without disturbing her yet slumbering guest, Breathing all gently o'er his cheek and mouth, As o'er a bed of roses the sweet south. CLXIX. And every morn his colour freshlier came, Are oil and gunpowder; and some good lessons Are also learnt from Ceres and from Bacchus, Without whom Venus will not long attack us. CLXX. While Venus fills the heart (without heart really Love, though good always, is not quite so good), Ceres presents a plate of vermicelli, For love must be sustain'd like flesh and blood,While Bacchus pours out wine, or hands a jelly : Eggs, oysters too, are amatory food; But who is their purveyor from above Heaven knows, it may be Neptune, Pan, or Jove. CLXXI. When Juan woke, he found some good things ready, And repetition 's tiresome and unwise,— CLXXII. Both were so young, and one so innocent, Of whom these two years she had nightly dream'd, CLXXIII. It was such pleasure to behold him, such To watch his slumbering, and to see him wake, To live with him for ever were too much; But then the thought of parting make her quake: He was her own, her ocean treasure, cast Like a rich wreck-her first love and her last. CLXXIV. nook : And thus a moon roll'd on, and fair Haidee But three Ragusan vessels, bound for Scio. CLXXV. Then came her freedom, for she had no mother, Female, as where she likes may freely pass, CLXXVI. Now she prolong'd her visits and her talk (For they must talk), and he had learnt to say So much as to propose to take a walk, For little had he wander'd since the day On which, like a young flower snapp'd from the stalk, CLXXVII. It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by a host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-toss'd; And rarely ceased the haughty billows' roar, Save on the dead long summer days, which make The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake. CLXXVIII. And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after. CLXXIX. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication : Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk nation; The hopes of all men, and of every |