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LXXXI. « And poor Juanna too! the child's first night

Within these walls, to be broke in upon With such a clamour-I had thought it right

That the young stranger should not lie alone, And, as the quietest of all she might

Wich you, Dudù, a good night's rest have known;
Piet now I must transfer her to the charge
Of Lolalı-though her couch is not so large.»

Lolah's eyes sparkled at the proposition;

But poor Dudů, with large drops in her own,
Resulting from the scolding or the vision,

Implored that present pardon might be shown For this first fault, and that on no condition

(She added in a soft and piteous tone),
Juanna should be taken from lier, aud
ller future dreams should all be kept in land.

She promised never more to have a dream,

Aleast to dream so loudly as just now;
She wonderd at herself how she could scream-

'T was foolish, nervous, as she must allow, A fond hallucination, and a theme

For laughter- but she felt her spirits low, And beged they wouli excuse lur; she'd get over This weakness in a few bours, and recover.

And here Juanna kindly interposed,

And said she felt herself extremely well
Where she then was, as hier sound sleep disclosed

When all around rang like a tocsin-bell :
She did not find herself the least disposed

To quit her gentle partner, and to dwell
Apart from one who had no sin to show,
Sive that of dreaming ouce « mal-à-propos.»

As thus Juanna spoke, Dudu turn d round,

And hid her face within Juanna's breast;
Her neck alone was seen, but that was found

The colour of a building rose's crest.
I can't tell why she bluslii, nor can expound

The mystery of this rupture of their rest;
All that I know is, that the facts I state
Are true as truth has ever been of late.

And that's the moral of this composition,

If people would but see its real drift ;-
But that they will not do without suspicion,

Because all genue readers have the gift
Of closing 'gainst the light their orbs of vision ;

While gentle writers also love to lift
Their voices 'gainst each other, which is natural-
The numbers are too great for them to tlalter all,

Rose the Sultana from a bed of splendour, -

Softer than the sofi Sybarite's, who cried
Aloud because his feelings were too tender

To brook a rutiled rose-leaf by his side, So beantiful that art could little mend her,

Thoughi pale with conflicts between love and pride.-
So agitated was she with hier error,
Slie did not even look into the mirror.

Also arose about the self-same time,

Perhaps a little later, her great lord,
Master of thirty kingdoms o sublime,

and of a wife by whom he was abhorrd, A thing of much less import in that clime

At least !o those of incomes which afford
The filling up their whole connubial cargo-
Than where two wives are under an embargo.

Te did not think much on the matter, nor

Indeed on any otier : as a man,
He liked to have a handsome paramour

At hanı, as one may like to liave a fan,
And therefore of Circussians bad good store,

is an amusement after the Divan;
Though an unusual lic of love, or duty,
Had made him lately bask in bis bride's beauty.

And now he rose; and after due ablutions,

Exacted by the customs of the E251,
And prayers and other pious evolutions,

De drank six cups of coffee at the least,
And then withdrew to hear about the Russians,

Whose victories had recently increased,
In Catherine's reign, whom glory still adores
As greatest of all sovereigus and was.

But oli, thou grand legitimate Alexander !

Her son's son, Jet not this last phrase offend
Thine car, if it should reachi,--and now rliymes y ankt

Vmost as far as Petersburgh, and lend A dreadful impulse to each loud meander

Of murmuring Liberty's wide waves, which bleol
Their roar even with the Baltics, --so you be
Your fathers son, 't is quite enough for me.

To call men love-begotten, or proclaim

Vieir mothers as the antipodes of Timon,
That hater of mankind, would be a shame,

A libel, or whateer you please to rhyme on
But people's ancestors are listory's ganic;

And if one lady's slip could leave a criine on
Wil generations, I should like to know
Wihat pedigree the best would have to show

And so good niglic to them,-or, if you will,

Good morrow- for the cock had crown, and light began to cloche cach Asiatic hill,

And the mosque crescent struggled into sight Of the long caravan, which is the chill

Of dewy dawn wound slowly round eaclı height
That stretches to the story belt whicle gids
Asia, where kaff looks down upon the Kurds.

With the first ray, or rither grey of morn,

Gulbeyaz rose from restlessness; and pale
As Passion rises, with its bosom worn,

Array'al herself with mantle, gul, and vel. The mylatingale til sings with die deep thon),

Which Fable places in her breast of wail. I lighter far of heart and voice than those Whose headlong pussions form their propertieren,


CII. Had Catherine and the Sultan understood

When Baba saw these symptoms, which he knew Their own true interests, which kings rarely know, To bode him no great good, he deprecated Uptil 't is taught by lessons rather rude,

Her anger, and beseechi'd she 'd hear him throughThere was a way to end their sirife, although

He could not help the thing which he related : Perbaps precarious, had they but thought good, Then out it came at length, that to Dudù Without the aid of prince or plenipo :

Juan was given in charge, as hath been stated; She to dismiss her guards, and he his haram,

But not by Baba's fault, he said, and swore on And for their other matters, meet and share 'em. The holy camel's hump, besides the Koran. XCVI.

CIII. But as it was, his Highness had to hold

The chief dame of the Oda, upon whom His daily council upon ways and means,

The discipline of the whole harem bore, llow to encounter with this martial scold,

As soon as they re-enter'd their own room, This modern Amazon and Queen of queans;

For Baba's function stopp'd short at the door, And the perplexity could not be told

Had settled all; nor could he then presume Of all the pillars of the state, which leans

(The aforesaid Baba) just then to do more, Sometimes a little heavy on the backs

Without exciting such suspicion as
Of those who cannot lay on a new tax.

Might make the matter still worse than it was.

Meantime Gulbeyaz, when her king was gone,

He hoped, indeed he thought he could be sure,
Retired into her boudoir, a sweet place

Juan had not betray'd himself; in fact
For love or breakfast; private, pleasing, lone, 'T was certain that his conduct had been pure,
And rich with all contrivances which grace

Because a foolish or imprudent act
Those gay recesses :-many a precious stone

Would not alone have made him insecure, Sparkled along its roof, and many a vase

But ended in his being found out and sacks, Of porcelain held in the feller'd flowers,

And thrown into the sea. Thus Baba spoke
Thosc captive soothers of a captive's hours.

Of all save Dudu's dream, which was no joke.

Mother of pearl, and porphyry, and marble,

This he discreetly kept in the back ground, Vicd with each other on this costly spot;

And talk'd away—and might have talk'd till now, And singing-birds without were heard to warble;

For any further answer that be found, And the staiv'd glass which lighted this fair grot

So deep an anguish wrung Gulbeyaz' brow; Varied each ray;- but all descriptions garble

ller cheek turn'd ashes, ears rung, brain whirl'd round, The true effect, and so we had better not

As if she had received a sudden blow, Be too minute, ap outline is the best,

And the beart's dew of pain sprang fast and chilly A lively reader's fancy does the rest.

O'er her fair front, like morning's on a lily.

Apd here she summond Laba, and required

Although she was not of the fainting sort, Don Juan at his hands, and information

Baba thought she would faint, but there he crridOf what had past since all the slaves retired,

It was but a convulsion, which, though short, And whether he had occupied their station ;

Can never be described; we all have heard, If matters had been managed as desired,

And some of us have felt thus « all amort,» Ånd his disguise with due consideration

When things beyond the common have occurr'd; Kept up; and, above all, the where and how

Gulbeyaz proved in that brief agony Ile had pass'd the night, was what she wislı'd to know. What she could ne'er express-then how should I? C.

CVII. Daba, with some embarrassment, replied

She stood a moment, as a Pythoness To this long catechism of questions ask'd

Stands on her tripod, agonized, and full More easily than answerd, -that he had tried

Of inspiration gather'd from distress, His best to obey in what he had been task'd;

When all the heart-strings like wild horses pull But there seem'd something that he wish'd to hide,

The heart asunder;—then, as more or less I hich hesitation more betray'd than mask'd;

Their speed abated or their strength grew dull, Ile scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource

She sunk down on her seat by slow degrees, To which einbarrassid people have recourse.

And bow'd her throbbing head o'er trembling knees. CI.

CVIII. Gulbeyaz was no model of true patience,

ller face declined and was uuseen; her hair Nor much disposed to wait in word or deed;

Fell in long tresses like the weeping willow, She liked quick answers in all conversations;

Sweeping the marble underneath her chair, And when she saw him stumbling like a steed

Or rather sofa (for it was all pillow, In his replies, she puzzled him for fresh ones;

A Jow, soft ottoman), and black despair And as his speech grew still more broken-kneed, Surr'd up and down her bosom like a billow, Her check began to flush, her eyes to sparkle,

Which rushies to some shore whose shingles check And her proud brow's blue veins to swell and darkle. Its farther course, but must receive its wreck.


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CIVI. Her bead hung down, and her long hair in stooping What dost thou know of love or feeling! --writes Conceald her features better than a vcil;

Begone!» she cried, with kindling eyes, « and do And one hand o'er the ottoman lay drooping,

My bidding » Baba vapish'd; for lo stretch White, waxen, and as alab'ister pale:

llis own remonstrance further, lie well knee, Would that I were a painter! to be grouping

Might end ju acting as his own « Jack ketch;a All that a poet drags into detail!

And, though he wishid extremely to get through Oh that my words were colours! but their tints

This awkward business without harm 19 others, May serve perhaps as outlines or slight lints.

lle still preferr'd his own neck to another's. CX.

CIVIT. Baba, who knew by experience wien to ulk

Away he went then upon his commission, And when to hold his tongue, now held in till

Growling and grumbling in good Turkish plerise This passion miglit blow o'er, nor dared to balk Against all women, of white'er condition, Gubeyaz' taciturn or speaking will.

Especially Sultanas and their ways; At length she rose up, and began to walk

Their obstinacy, pride, and indecision, Slowly along the room, but sileut still,

Their never kuowing their own miod (wo daya
And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eye- The trouble that tbey gave, their immorality,
The wind was down, but still die sea ran high. Which made him daily bless his own neutrality.

She stopp'd, and raised her head to speak-but paused, and then he call'd his brethren to his aid,
And then moved ou again with rapid pace;

And sent one on a summons to the pair,
Then slacken'd it, which is the march most caused That they must instantly be well array'd,
By deep emotion :-you may sometimes trace

And, above all, be comb'd even to a bair, A feeling in each footstep, as disclosed

Anel brought before the empress, who had made By Sallust in his Catiline, who, chased

Inquiries after them with kindest care : By all the demous of all passions, bowd

de which Dudu look'd strange, and Juan silly; Their work even by the way in which he trode. But do they must at once, and will l-nill I CKU.

Gulbeyaz stopp'd and beckon a Baba :–« Slave! And here I leave them at their preparation
Bring the two slaves!» she said, in a low tone,

For the imperial presence, wherein whether
But one which Baba did not like to brave,

Gulbeyaz showd them both commiseration,
And yet he shudder d, ud seem'd rather prope Or got rid of the parties altogether-
To prove reluctans, and beeg'd leave to crave

Like other angry ladies of her nation(Though he well knew the meaning to be shown

Are things the turning of a hair or feather What slaves hier liglines, wistil to indicate,

May settle; but fir be 't from me to anticipate
For fear of any error like the late.

In what way feminine caprice may dissipate.

The Georgian and her paramour,» replied

I leave thein for the present, with good wishes, The imperial bride-and added, « Let the boat

Though doubts of ticir well doing, to arrange Be ready by the secret portal's side :


part of history; for the dishes You kuow the rest.» The words stuck in her throat, Of this our banquet we must sometimes charge Despite her injured love and fiery pride;

And, Irusting Juan may escape the fishes, And of this Baba willingly took note,

Alzhough his simulation now seems strange ! And begy'd, by every hair of Mahonnei's beard, ! And scarce secure, as such digressions are fuir. She would revoke the order he had heard.

The Muse will take a little touch at warfare.

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CIV. u To hear is to obey,» he said; «but still, Sultana, think



consequence: It is not that I shall not all fulfil

Your orders, even in their severese sense: But such precipitation may end ill,

Even at your own imperative expense; I do not mean destruction and exposure In case of any premature disclosure;

CIT. u But your own feelings. - Even should all the rest

Be bilden by the rolling waves, which hide Already many a once love-beaten breast

Derp in die caverus of the deally uide-
You love this borish, now serailio furat,

And-if this violent remoily br tried
Excuse my freedom, when I here are you.
That killing him is not the way to cure you."

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And such as they are, such my present tale is,

A non-descript and ever-varying rhyme,
A versified Aurora Borealis,

Which flashes o'er a waste and icy clime.
When we know what all are, we must bewail us,

But ne'er the less I hope it is no crime
To laugh at all things : for I wish to know
What, after all, are all things--but a show ?

They accuse me--me--the present writer of

The presen! poem, of--I know not what,-
A tendency to under-rate and scoff

At human power and virtue, and all that; And this they say in language rather rough.

Good God! I wonder what they would be at?
I say no more than has been said in Dante's
Verse, and by Solomon, and by Cervantes;

By Swift, by Machiavel, by Rochefoucault,

By Fenelon, by Luther, and by Plato;
By Tillotson, and Wesley, and Rousseau,

Who knew this life was not worth a potato. 'T is not their fault, nor mine, if this be so

For my part, I pretend not to be Cato,
Nor even Diogenes, - We live and die,
But which is best, you know no more than I.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was

« To know that nothing could be known ; » a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass

Each man of wisdom, future, past, or present.
Newton (that proverb of the mind), alas !

Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,
Tivat he himself fell only « like a youth
Picking up shells by the great ocean--truth.»

Ecclesiastes said, that all is vanity-

Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity;

In short, all know, or very soon may know it. And in this scene of all-confess'd inanity,

By saint, by sage, by preacher, and by poet,
Must I restrain me, through the fear of strife,
From holding up the nothingness of life?

Dogs, or men! (for I flatter you in saying

That ye are dogs-your betters far, ye may
Read, or read not, what I am now essaying
To show

ye what ye are in every way. As little as ihe moon stops for the baying

Of wolves, will the bright Muse withdraw one ray From out her skies:--then howl your idle wrath! While she still silvers o'er your gloomy path,

VIII. « Fierce loves and faithless wars»-I am not sure

If this be the right reading-'t is no matter; The fact's about the same; I am secure;

I sing them both, and am about to batter
A town which did a famous siege endure,

And was beleaguer d both by land and water
By Suvaroff, or anglicè Suwarrow,
Who loved blood as an alderman loves marrow.

The fortress is callid Ismail, and is placed

l'pon the Danube's left branch and left bank, With buildings in the oriental taste,

But still a fortress of the foremost rank; Or was, at least, unless 't is since defaced,

Which with your conquerors is a common prank:
It stands some eighty versts from the high sea,
And measures round of toises thousands three.

Within the extent of this fortification

A borough is comprised, along the height l'pon the left, which, from its loftier station,

Commands the city, and upon its site
A Greek liad raised around this elevation

A quantity of palisades upright,
So placed as to impede the fire of those
Who held the place, and to assist the foe's.

This circumstance may serve to give a notion

Of the high talents of this new Vauban :
But the town ditch below was deep as ocean,

The rampart higher than you d wish to hang: But then there was a great want of precaution

(Prithee, excuse this engineering slang),
Nor work advanced, nor cover'd-way was there,
To hint, at least, « Here is no thoroughfare. »

But a stone bastion, with a narrow gorge,

And walls as thick as most sculls born as yet;
Two batteries, cap-à-pié, as our Saint George,

Case-mated one, and t'other « à barbette,» of Danube's bank took formidable charge;

While two-and-twenty canpon, duly set,
Rose o'er the town's right side, in bristling tier,
Forty feet high, upon a cavalier.

But from the river the town's open quite,

Because the Turks could never be persuaded
A Russian vessel e'er would beave in sight;

And such their creed was, till they were invaded,
When it grew rather late to set things right.

But as the Danube could not well be waded,
They look'd upon the Muscovite tlotilla,
And only shouted, « Alla!» and « Bis Millah!»

The Russians now were ready to attack;

But oh, ye goddesses of war and glory!
How shall I spell the name of each Cossack

Who were immortal, could one tell their story?
Alas! what to their memory can lack?

Achilles self was not more grim and gory
Than thousands of this new and polishi nation,
Whose names want nothing but-pronunciation.

Still I'll record a few, if but to increase

Our euphony-there was Strongenoff, and Strokonoff, Meknop, Serge Lwdw, Arseniew of modern Greece,

And Tschitashakoff, and Roguenoff, and Chokenoff, And others of twelve consonants a piece :

And more might be found out, if I could poke enough Into gazetes; but fame (capricious strumpet!) It seems has got an ear as well as trumpet,

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XXIII. And cannot tune those discords of narration,

The Russians, having built iwo batteries on Which may be names at Voscow, joto rhyme.

An isle near Ismail, had two ends in view; Yet there were several worth commemoration,

The first was to bombard it, and knock down 3s c'er was virgin of a nuptial chime ;

The public buildings, and the private too, Soft words too, fitted for the peroration

No matter what poor souls might be undone. Of Londonderry, drawling against lime,

The city's shape suggested this, 't is true;
Ending in « isclskin,» a ousekin,» « iffskchy,» « ouski,» Form'd like an amploitheatre, each dwelling
Of whom we can insert but Rousainouski,

Presented a fine mark to throw a shell in.

Schcrematoff and Chrematoff, Koklopliti,

The second object was to profit by Koclobski, Kourakin, and Mouskin Pouskin

The moment of the general consternation, 111 proper men of weapons, as e'er scoffa high

To attack the Turk's flotilla, which lay vigh, Against a foe, or ran a cabre through skin ;

Extremely tranquil, anchord ai its station : Little cared they for Mahomet or Mufti,

But a third motive was as probably
Culess to make their kettle-drums a new skin

To frighten them into capitulation;
Out of their lives, if parchment had grown dear, A phantasy which sometimes seizes warriors,
And no more handy substitute been near.

l'nless they are game as bull-dogs and fox-terriers. XVIIL

XXV. Then there were foreigners of much renowo,

i habit rather blameable, which is Of various nations, and all volunteers;

That of despising those we combat with, Not fighting for their country or ils crown,

Common in many cases, was in this But wishing to be one day brigadiers;

The cause of killing Tehitchitzkoff and Smith; Also to have the sacking of a town—

One of the valorous « Smiths» whom we shall miss A pleasant thing to young men at their years.

Out of those nineteen who late rhymed to pull z Mongst them were several Englishunen of pitli,

But 'is a name so spread o'er «Sir» and « Madam, Sixteen callid Thompson, and nineteen named Smith. That one would think the FIRST who bore it ADAM XIX.

Jack Thompson and Bill Thompson ;- -all the rest The Russian batteries were incomplete,

11.d been call d « Jemmy,» after the great bard; Because they were constructed in a hurry. Udon't knos whether they had arms or crest,

Thus, the same cause which makes a verse want fort. But such a godfather's as good a card.

And throws a cloud o er Longman and Joha Vorrat Three of the Smiths were Peters; but the best

When the sale of new books is not so fleet Anongst them all, hard blows to inílict or warn, As they who print them thiuk is necessary, Was he, since so renownd ein country quarters May likewise put off for a time what story Allalifax;» but now be served the Tartars.

Somcumes calls « murder, and at others us Elory.

The rest were Jacks and Gills, and will and Bills; Whether it was their engineers' stupidity,
But when Iic added that the elder Jack Smith

Their laste, or waste, I neither know nor care, Was born in Cumberland among the hills,

Or some contractor's personal cupidity, and that lois father was an honest blacksmith,

Sarving his soul by cheating in the ware
I've said all I know of a name that als

Of homicide; bit diere was no solidity
Three lines of the disputeliin taking «Schmacksmith,» In the new batteries erected there;
A village of Moldavia's waste, wherein

They either missid, or they were never miss'd, llc fell, immortal in a bulletin.

Jad added greatly to the missing lise.

I woner (although Mars no doubt's a god I

A sad miscalculation about distance Praise if a man's pame in a bulletin

Made all their naval matters incorrect; May make up for a bullet in his body?

Three fire slips lost their amiable existence I hope this little question is no sin,

Before they reachd a spot to take effect;
Because, though I am but a siinple noudy.

The match was lit 100 soon, and no assistance
I think one Shak prare puts the saune thought in Coull remedy this lubberly defect;
The mouth of some one in leis plays so doatings Thry bolew up in the iniddle of the river,
Whiclı many people pass for wits by quoting.

While, thought was dawn, the Turks slept fast as **

Then there were Frenchmen, gallant, young, and gay: it seven they rose, however, and sur

surveyd But I'm too great a patriot to record

The Russllotilla selling under way; Their Cullie nome, npon a glorious day;

I was nine, wlien sull advancing undismay d, Id rather telton lies than say a word

Within a cable's length their vessels lay Of truth; -11c crutis are treason: they betray Offl-mail, and commenced a cannonade, Their country.and, as traitors are abhorrd,

Which wiss return'd with interest, I may say, Who wanne the French and English, sive to show And by a fire of musketry and grasse, low peace should make Joli Bull the Frenchuman's fo. And shots and shot of every size and shape.

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