XLV. 45 In the great world,-which, being interpreted, And look down on the universe with pity,- Was well receiv'd by persons of condition. 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 rib's a thorn 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, 43 47 And parts, and hearts: he danc'd and sung, and had An air as sentimental as Mozart's Softest of melodies; and could be sad Or cheerful, without any "flaws or starts," XLVIII. Fair virgins blush'd upon him; wedded dames For both commodities dwell by the Thames, Such as no gentleman can quite refuse : XLIX. The milliners who furnish "drapery misses," Not to be overlook'd-and gave such credit, That future bridegrooms swore, and sigh'd, and paid it. 48 49 L. The Blues, that tender tribe, who sigh o'er sonnets, LI. Juan, who was a little superficial, And not in literature a great Drawcansir, Examin'd by this learned and especial Jury of matrons, scarce knew what to answer; His duties warlike, loving, or official, His steady application as a dancer, Had kept him from the brink of Hippocrene, 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, 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 LIV. However, he did pretty well, and was At great assemblies or in parties small, LV. In twice five years the "greatest living poet,” Even I-albeit I'm sure I did not know it, Nor sought of foolscap subjects to be king, Was reckon'd a considerable time, The grand Napoleon of the realms of rhyme. LVI. But Juan was my Moscow, and Faliero My Leipsic, and my Mount 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 my hero; Nor reign at all, or as a monarch reign; Or to some lonely isle of gaolers go, With turncoat Southey for my turnkey Lowe. LVII. Sir Walter reign'd before me; Moore and Campbell 55 56 57 The Muses upon Sion's hill must ramble And Pegasus has a psalmodic amble Beneath the very Reverend Rowley Powley, LVIII. Still he excels that artificial hard Labourer in the same vineyard, though the vine Yields him but vinegar for his reward,- That swarthy Sporus, neither man nor bard! That ox of verse, who ploughs for every line:— Cambyses' roaring Romans beat at least The howling Hebrews of Cybele's priest. LIX. Then there's my gentle Euphues; who, they say He'll find it rather difficult some day Some persons think that Coleridge hath the sway: 58 59 LX. John Keats, who was kill'd off by one critique, LXI. The list grows long of live and dead pretenders 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, With the same feelings as you'd coax a vampire. Now, were I once at home, and in good satire, LXIII. I think I know a trick or two, would turn My natural temper's really aught but stern, And even my Muse's worst reproof's a smile; And then she drops a brief and modern curtsey And glides away, assur'd she never hurts ye. LXIV. My Juan, whom I left in deadly peril With some small profit through that field so sterile. Left it before he had been treated very ill; And henceforth found himself more gaily class'd 60 61 62 63 64 LXV. 65 His morns he pass'd in business-which dissected, And Centaur Nessus garb of mortal clothing, And talk in tender horrors of our loathing LXVI. His afternoons he pass'd in visits, luncheons, In riding round those vegetable puncheons 66 Call'd" Parks," where there is neither fruit nor flower, Enough to gratify a bee's slight munchings; But, after all, it is the only "bower," (In Moor's phrase) where the fashionable fair Can form a slight acquaintance with fresh air. LXVII. 67 Then dress, then dinner, then awakes the world! Chalk mimics painting; then festoons are twirl'd; LXVIII. There stands the noble hostess, nor shall sink With the three thousandth curtsey; there the waltz, The only dance which teaches girls to think, Saloon, room, hall, o'erflow beyond their brink, 'Midst royal dukes, and dames condemn'd to climb, LXIX. Jack Horner," Thrice happy he who, after a survey 68 69 |