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HOOD'S OWN.
THE WORKS
THOMAS HOOD.
COMIC AND SERIOUS, IN PROSE AND VERSE, WITH ALL
THE ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS.
BY HIS SON AND DAUGHTER.
LONDON :
E. MOXON, SON, & CO., DOVER STREET.
1871.
MVft.
V.5
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
1824.
Guido and MariTia. — A Dramatic 8ketoh •
The Two Swans.— A Fairy Tale
Ode on a Diatant Prospect of Clapham Academy
1
6
15
1
1825.
Odes and Addresses to Great People :-*
Address . • • • 20
Advertisement to the Second Edition • •21
Preface to the Third Edition . • .23
Ode to Mr. Graham, the Aeronaut . • .24
Ode to Mr. M* Adam . . . .81
A Friendly Epistle to Mrs. Fry, in Newgate • 36
Ode to Richard Martin, Esq., M.P. for Gidway • 41
Ode to the Great Unknown . . . .44
Address to Mr. Dymoke, the Champion of England 53
Ode to Joseph Grimaldi, Senior ' . . .56
To Sylvanus Urban, Esq., Editor of the *' Gentle-
man's Magazine " .... 60
An Address to the Steam Washing Company . 63
Letter of Remonstrance from Bridget Jones to the
Noblemen and Grentlemen forming the Washing
Committee • • • « • ^
VI
CONTENTS.
PAO«
Odes and Addresses to Great People — eonUnu/td^^
Ode to Captain Parry . . . , ,71
Ode to K. W. EllUton, Esq., the great Lessee . 78
Address to Maria Darlington on her return to the
St^e ...... 82
Ode to W. Kitchener, M.D. . . . . 85
An Address to the very Reverend John Ireland, D.D. 92
Ode to H. Bodkin, Esq., Secretary to the Society for
the Suppression of Mendicity • • .96
Playing at Soldiers • . . • , ,98
The Death Bed • . . . . .102
To My Wife 103
Song.— "There is dew for the floVret*' . . .104
Verses in an Album . . • • • 105
1826.
Whims and Oddities : —
Preface . . •
Address to the Second Edition
A Recipe — for Civilisation . • • •
Jjove •••.•••
"The Last Man"
The Ballad of Sally Brown, and Ben the Carpenter •
A Fairy Tale ......
" Love Me, Love my Dog " . • • •
A Dream ...•••
The Irish Schoolmaster . . • •
Faithless Nelly Gray.— A Pathetic Ballad .
The Water Lady ....••
Autumn .....••
I Remember, I Remember .....
Death's Ramble ......
Address to Mr. Cross, of Exeter Change, on the Death of
the Elephant ......
The Poet's Portion ......
Ode to the late Lord Mayor, on the Publication of his
"Visit to Oxford"
106
107
110
115
116
124
127
132
135
142
151
154
155
156
157
159
163
165
1827.
Whims and Oddities : —
Preface to the Second Series
Address to the Third Edition
170
171
GONTENT&
Whims and Oddities — continued^
Preface . • . . •
Bianca*8 Dream. — ^A Yenetian Stozy •
A True Story • • • •
A Parthian Glance . • •
A Sailor's Apology for Bow-Legs
Elegy on David Laing, Esq., Blacksmith and Joiner ^with
out Licence) at Grretna Green .
Sonnet. — ^Written in a Volume of Shakspeare
A Retrospective B^view
Ballad.—* * It was not in the Winter "
Stanzas to Tom Woodgate, of Hastings •
Time, Hope, and Memory • • •
Flowers • • • • •
Ballad. — ''She's up and gone, the graceless girl"
Buth ••••••
The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies •
Hero and Leander . . • •
Ballad. — '* Spring it is cheery" • •
Song. — ^For Music • • • •
Autumn • • . • •
Ballad.—" Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's edipse"
Ode to the Moon • • • •
The Exile
To Jane • • • • •
Ode to Melancholy • • • •
Extract of Letter from L. E. L. • •
Sonnet. — On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers.
Written after seeing Mis. Davenport in her Character
at Govent Grarden .....
Sonnet. — '* By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts "
To my Wife . • • • •
On receiving a Gift ....
„ '* Love, dearest Lady, such as I would speak*' .
Letter from L. E. L. . . . . •
Odes and Addresses to Great People. — ^To Thomas Bish,
Esq. •...•••
Ode. — ''Jordan, farewell ! farewell to all" • •
99
99
172
173
183
190
193
196
198
199
202
203
208
209
210
211
212
262
279
279
280
281
283
286
287
288
292
293
293
294
295
295
296
297
800
1828.
Town and Country. — An Ode .
Lament for the Decline of Chivalry
Ex Post-Facto Epigrams : —
On the Death of the Giraffe
On the Removal of a Menagerie
802
306
309
309
Tiii
OONTENTSL
The Logicians. — ^An Illuitratioii • • 4
FAOB
» . 810
Death in the Kitchen . • • «
. 813
ReflectionB on a New Tear's Day • • ,
. 816
Grimaldi's Benefit . . . • ,
. 817
Ode to Edward Gibbon Wakefiekl, Esq. .
. 318
National Tales : —
Preface .••••«
. 820
The Spanish Tragedy . . • .
The Miracle of the H0I7 Hermit
• 822
. 860
The Widow of Oalida . . . .
. 866
The Golden Cup and the Dish of Silver
. sro
The Tragedy of Seville . . • .
. 876
The Lady in Love with Bomanoe •
. 381
The Eighth Sleeper of Ephesns • ,
. 887
Madeline . . • • <
. 890
Masetto and hii Mare .
. 898
The Story of Michel Argentt ,
. 404
The Three Jewels
. 409
Geronimo and Ghisola •
. 415
The Fall of the Leaf •
. 420
Baranga •
. 426
The Exile
. 481
The Owl . • i
. 489
The German Ejught . ,
The Florentine ninsmen ,
. 448
. 449
GUIDO AND MARINA.
A DSAHATIO SKETCH.
[Ghiido, haying given Hmself np to the pemicions stndy of mtgio ftnd
Mtrology, casts his nativity, and resolves that at a certain hoar of a certain
day he is to die. Mariva, to wean him from this fatal delnsion, which
hath gradually wasted him away, even to the verge of death, advances the
honr-hand of the clock. He is supposed to be seated beside her in the
garden of his palace at Venice.]
Guido. Clasp me again ! My soul is very sad ;
And hold thy lips in readiness near mine,
Lest I die suddenly. Clasp me again !
'Tis such a gloomy day !
Mar. Nay, sweet, it shines.
Guido, Nay, then, these mortal clouds are in mine eye&
Clasp me again ! — ay, with thy fondest force,
Giye me one last embrace.
Mar, LoTe, I do clasp thee 1
Guido. Then closer — closer — ^for I feel thee not ;
Unless thou art this pain aroimd my heart
Thy lips at such a time should never leave me.
Mar. What pain — ^what time, love ? Art thou ill 1 Alas !
I see it in thy cheek. Come, let me nurse thee.
Here, rest upon my heart.
Guido. Stay, stay, Marina.
Look ! — when I raise my hand against the sun,
Is it red with blood 1
Mar. Alas ! my love, what wilt thou t
Thy hand is red — and so is mine— all hands
Show thus against the sun.
Guido, All living men'fl^
VOL, V.
a GCJIDO AND MARINA.
Marina^ but not mine. Hast never heard
How death first seizes on the feet and hands,
And thence goes fireezing to the very heart ?
Mar, Tea, love, I know it ; but what then ? — the hand
I hold is glowing.
0vid4), But my eyes ! — my eyes ! —
Look iherey Marina — ^there is death's own sign.
I have seen a corpse,
E*en when its clay was cold, would still have seem'd
Alive, but for the eyes — such deadly eyes !
So dull and dim ! Marina, look in mine !
Mar, Ay, they are dulL No, no— not dull, but bright :
I see myself within them. Now, dear love.
Discard these horrid fears that make me weep.
Outdo, Marina, Marina — ^where thy image lies.
There must be brightness— or perchance they glance
And glimmer like the lamp before it dies.
Oh, do not vex my soul with hopes impossible !
My hours are ending. [Clock ttriku.
Mar, Nay, they shall not ! Hark !
The hour — four — five— hark ! — six ! — the very time !
And, lo ! thou ai*t alive ! My love— dear love —
Now cast this cruel phantasm from thy brain —
This wilful, wild delusion — cast it off I
The hour is come — and ^orie / What I not a word I
What, not a smile, even, that thou livest for me !
Gome, laugh and clap your hands as I do— <x)me.
Or kneel with me, and thank th' eternal God
For this blest passover ! Still sad ! still mute !^
Oh, why art thou not glad, as I am glad,
That death forbears thee ? Nay, hath all my love
Been spent in vain, that thou art sick of life 1
Outdo, Marina, I am no more attach'd to death
GUIDO AND MARINA. 8
Than Fate hath doomed me. I am his electa
That even now forestalls thy little light,
And steals with cold infringement on my breath :
Already he bedims my spiritual lamp,
Not yet his due— not yet— quite yet, though Time^
Perchance, to warn me, speaks before his wont :
Some minutes' space my blood has still to flow —
Some scanty breath is left me still to spend
In very bitter sighs.
But there's a point, true measured by my pulse,
Beyond or short of which it may not live
By one poor throb. Marina, it is near.
Mar, Oh, God of heaven !
Guido. Ay, it is very near.
Therefore, cling now to me, and say farewell
While I can answer it. Marina, speak !
Why tear thine helpless hairl it will not save
Thy heart from breaking, nor pluck out the thought
That stings thy brain. Oh, surely thou hast known
This truth too long to look so like Despair ?
Mar. 0, no, no, no ! — a hope — a little hope —
I had erewhile^but I have heard its knelL
Oh, would my life were measured out with thine —
All my years numbered — all my days, my hours.
My utmost minutes, all summ*d up with thine !
Guido, Marina —
Mar, Let me weep — ^no, let me kneel
To God — ^but rather thee— to spare this end
That is so wilfuL Oh, for pity's sake !
Pluck back thy precious spirit from these clouds
That smother it with death. Oh ! turn from death,
And do not woo it with such dark resolve.
To make me widow'd.
4 GUIDO AND MARINA.
Guido. I have lived my term.
Mar, No— not thy term — ^no ! not the natural term
Of one so yoimg. Oh ! thou hast spent thy years
In smful waste upon unholy —
Guido, Hush !
Marina.
Mar. Nay, I must. Oh I cursed lore,
That hath supplied this spell against thy lifk
Unholy learning — devilish and dark —
Study ! 0, God ! 0, God ! — how can thy stars
Be bright with such black knowledge ? Oh, that men
Should ask more light of them than guides their steps
At evening to love !
Guido, Hush, hush, oh hush 1
Thy words have pain*d me in the midst of pain*
True, if I had not read, I should not die ;
For, if I had not read, I bad not bean.
All our acts of life are pre-ordain'd,
«
And each pre-acted, in our several spheres,
By ghostly duplicates. They sway our deeds
By their performofice. What if mine hath been
To be a prophet and foreknow my doom I
If I had closed my eyes, the thunder then
Had roar'd it in my ears ; my own mute brain
Had told it with a tongue. What must be, must
Therefore I knew when my full time would fall ;
And now — ^to save thy widowhood of tears —
To spare the very breaking of thy heart,
I may not gain even a brief hour's reprieve !
What seest thou yonder 1
Mar. Where ? — a tree — the sun
Sinking behind a tree.
Outdo. It is no tree,
THE TWO SWANS. 5
Marina, but a shape— the awful shape
That comes to claim me. Seest thou not his shade
Darken before his steps 1 Ah me ! how cold
It comes against my feet 1 Cold, icj cold !
And blacker than a palL
Mar, My love I
Ouido, Oh heaven
And earth, where are ye ? Marina — [Quido die9.
Mar, I am here !
What wilt thou 7 dost thou speak? — Methought I heard thee
Just whispering. He is dead ? — 0 God 1 he*s dead !
[This and the foUowiog poem (the ''Ode to Clspham Academy'*)
appeared during this year in the " New Monthly " — ^which my father
subsequently edited, but which at this time had only reached its tenth
Tolume.]
THE TWO SWAN9.
A FAIBY TALE.
— ♦—
Ikkortai^ Imogen, crown'd queen above
The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear
A fairy dream in honour of true love —
True above ills, and frailty, and all fear —
Perchance a shadow of his own career
Whose youth was darkly prison*d and long-twined
By serpent-sorrow, till white Love drew near,
And sweetly sang him free, and round his mind
A bright horizon threw, wherein no grief may wind.
I saw a tower builded on a lake,
Mock'd by its inverse shadow, dark and deep-
That seem'd a still intenser night to make^
Wherein the quiet waters Bank, lo Aae^^ —
THE TWO SWANS.
Andy whatsoe'er was prisonM in that keep,
A monstrous Snake was warden : — round and round
In sable ringlets I beheld him creep,
Blackest amid black shadows, to the ground,
Whilst his enormous head the topmost tmret crown*d.
From whence he shot fierce hght against the stars,
Making the pale moon paler with affright ;
And with his ruby eye out-threaten'd Mars —
That blazed in the mid-heavens, hot and bright —
Nor slept, nor wink*d, but with a steadfast spite
Watch*d their wan looks and tremblings in the skies ;
And that he might not slumber in the night.
The curtain-lids were pluck'd from his large eyes.
So he might never drowse, but watch his secret prize.
Prince or princess in dismal durance pent.
Victims of old Enchantment's love or hate.
Their lives must all in painful sighs be spent,
Watching the lonely waters soon and late.
And clouds that pass and leave them to their fate,
Or company their grief with heavy tears : —
Meanwhile that Hope can spy no golden gate
For sweet escapement, but in darksome fears
They weep and pine away as if immortal years.
No gentle bird with gold upon its wing
Will perch upon the grate — the gentle bird
Is safe in leafy dell, and will not bring
Freedom's sweet key-note and commission-word
Leam'd of a fairy's lips, for pity stirred —
Lest while he trembling sings, imtimely guest !
Watch'd by that cruel Snake and dai'kly heard.
THE TWO SWANS.
He leave a widow on her lonely nest,
To press in silent grief the darlings of her breast.
No gallant knight, adventurous, in his bark,
Will seek the fruitful perils of the place.
To rouse with dipping oar the waters dark
That bear that seipent-image on their face.
And Love, brave Love ! though he attempt the base,
Nerved to his loyal death, he may not win
His captive lady from the strict embrace
Of that foul Serpent, dasping her within
His sable fblds — ^like Eve enthraU*d by the old Sin.
But there is none— no knight in panoply^
Nor Love, intrench*d in his strong steely coat :
No little speck — no sail — ^no helper nigh,
No sign — no whispering — no plash of boat : —
The distant shores show dimly and remote.
Made of a deeper mist, — serene and grey, —
And slow and mute the cloudy shadows float
Over the gloomy wave, and pass away.
Chased by the silver beams that on their marges play.
And bright and silvery the willows sleep
Over the shady vei^e— no mad winds tease
Their hoaiy heads ; but quietly they weep
Their sprinkling leaves — ^half fountains and half trees
There lilies be — and fairer than all these,
A solitaiy Swan her breast of snow
Launches against the wave that seems to freeze
Into a chaste reflection, still below
TwinHBhadow of herself wherover BkQ toscj ^
8 THE TWO SWANS.
And forth she paddles in the very noon
Of solemn midnight like an elfin thing,
Charm*d into being by the argent moon —
Whose silver light for love of her fair wing
Goes with her in the shade, still worshipping
Her dainty plumage : — all around her grew
A radiant cirdet, like a fairy ring ;
And all behind, a tiny little due
Of light, to guide her back across the waters blu&
And sure she is no meaner than a fay,
Redeem*d from deepy death, for beauty's sake,
By old ordainment : — silent as she lay,
Touch*d by a moonlight wand I saw her wake.
And cut her leafy slough, and so forsake
The verdant prison of her lily peers,
That slept amidst the stars upon the lake —
A breathing shape — ^restored to human fears,
And new-bom love and grief — self-conscious of her tears.
And now she clasps her wings around her heart,
And near that lonely isle begins to glide.
Pale as her fears, and oft-times with a start
Turns her impatient head from side to side
In universal terrors — all too wide
To watch ; and often to that marble keep
Upturns her pearly eyes, as if she spied
Some foe, and crouches in the shadows steep
That in the gloomy wave go diving fathoms deep.
And well she may, to spy that fearful thing
All down the dusky walls in circlets wound ;
THE TWO SWANS. 9
Alas ! for what rare prize, with man j a ring
Girding the marble casket round and round f
EUs folded tail, lost in the gloom profound.
Terribly darkeneth the rockj baae ;
But on the top his monstrous head is crown'd
With prickly spears, and on his doubtful face
Gleam his unwearied eyes, red watchers of the place.
Alas ! of the hot fires that nightly fall,
No one will scorch him in those orbs of spite.
So he may never see beneath the wall
That timid little creature, all too bright,
That stretches her fair neck, slender and white.
Invoking the pale moon, and vainly tries
Her throbbing throat, as if to charm the night
With song — ^but, hush — it perishes in sighs.
And there will be no dirge sad-swelling, though she dies !
She droops — she sinks — she leans upon the lake.
Fainting again into a lifeless fiower ;
But soon the chilly springs anoint and wake
Her spirit from its death, and with new power
She sheds her stifled sorrows in a shower
Of tender song, timed to her falling tears —
That wins the shady summit of that tower,
Andy trembling all the sweeter for its fears,
Fills with imploring moan that cruel monster's ears.
Andy lo 1 the scaly beast is all deprest.
Subdued like Argus by the might of sound —
What time Apollo his sweet lute addrest
To magic converse with the air, and bound
The many monster eyes, aU AMEDSa^t-dii^NsnKi^\—
10 THE TWO SWANS.
• So on the turret-top that watchful Snake
Pillows his giant head, and lists profound.
As if his wrathful spite would never wake,
Charm*d into sudden sleep for Love and Beauty's sake !
His prickly crest lies prone upon his crown,
And thirsty lip from lip disparted flies,
To drink that dainty flood of music down —
His scaly throat is big with pent-up sighs —
And whilst his hollow ear entranced lies,
His looks for envy of the charmed sense
Are fain to listen, till his steadfast eyes,
Stung into pain by their own impotence,
Distil enormous tears into the lake immense.
Oh, tuneful Swan ! oh, melancholy bird !
Sweet was that midnight miracle of song,
Rich with ripe sorrow, needful of no word
To tell of pain, and love, and love's deep wrong —
Hinting a piteous tale — perchance how long
Thy unknown tears were mingled with the lake.
What time disguised thy leafy mates among —
And no eye knew what human love and ache
Dwelt in those dewy leaves, and heart so nigh to break.
Therefore no poet will ungently touch
The water-lily, on whose eyelids dew
Trembles like tears ; but ever hold it such
As human pain may wander through and through.
Turning the pale leaf paler in its hue —
Wherein life dwells, transfigured, not entomb' d.
By magic spella Alas ! who ever knew
THE TWO SWANS. H
Sorrow in all its shapes, leafy and plumed^
Or in gross husks of brutes eternally inhumed f
And now the winged song has scaled the height
Of that dark dwelling, builded for despair,
And soon a little casement flashing bright
Widens self-open'd into the cool air —
That music like a bird may enter there
And soothe the captive in his stony cage ;
For there is nought of grief, or painful care.
But plaintive song may happily engage
From sense of its own ill, and tenderly assuaga
And forth into the light, small and remote,
A creature, like the fisdr son of a king.
Draws to the lattice in his jewell'd coat
Against the silver moonlight glistening.
And leans upon his white hand listening
To that sweet music that with tenderer tone
Salutes him, wondering what kindly thing
Is come to soothe him with so tuneful moan.
Singing beneath the walls as if for him alone
And while he listens, the mysterious song,
Woven with timid particles of speech.
Twines into passionate words that grieve along
The melancholy notes, and softly teach
The secrets of true loVe, — that trembling reach
His earnest ear, and through the shadows dun
He missions like replies, and each to each
Their silver voices mingle into one.
Like blended streams that make one mw&v^ \)j& \}ck6^ xv^xu
12 THE TWO SWANS.
"Ah ! Love, my hope is swoonmg in my hearty — **
" Ay, sweet, my cage is strong and hung full high — ^
'' Alas ! our lips are held so far apart,
Thy words come faint, — ^they have so far to fly ! — **
" If I may only shun that serpent-eye, — **
" Ah me ! that serpent-eye doth never sleep ; — "
" Then, nearer thee, Love's martyr, I will die ! — **
" Alas, alas ! that word has made me weep !
For pity's sake remain safe in thy marble keep 1 *'
" My marble keep 1 it is my marble tomb — ^"
" Nay, sweet 1 but thou hast there thy hving breath—"
" Aye to expend in sighs for this hard doom ; — **
" But I will come to thee and sing beneath,
And nightly so beguile this serpent wreath ; — "
** Nay, I will find a path from these despairs.*'
'' Ah, needs then thou must tread the back of death,
Making his stony ribs thy stony stairs. —
Behold his ruby eye, how fearfully it glares ! "
Full sudden at these words, the princely youth
Leaps on the scaly back that slumbers, still
Unconscious of his foot, yet not for ruth.
But numb'd to dulness by the hirj skill
Of that sweet music (all more wild and shrill
For intense fear) that charm'd him as he lay —
Meanwhile the lover nerves his desperate will,
Held some short throbs by natural dismay.
Then down the serpent-track begins his darksome way.
Now dimly seen — now toiling out of sight.
Eclipsed and cover'd by the envious wall *
THE TWO SWANS.
Now fair and spangled in the sudden lights
And clinging with wide arms for fear of fall ;
Now dark and sheltered by a kindly pall
Of dusky shadow from his wakeful foe ;
Slowly he winds adown^-dimly and small,
Watch'd by the gentle Swan that sings below,
Her hope increasing, still, the larger he doth grow.
But nine times nine the serpent folds embrace
The marble walls about — ^which he must tread
Before his anxious foot may touch the base :
Long is the dreary path, and must be sped !
But Love, that holds the masteiy of dread.
Braces his spirit, and with constant toil
He wins his way, ^d pow, with arms outspread
Impatient plunges from the last long coil :
So may all gentle Love ungentle Malice foil 1
The song is hush'd, the charm is all complete.
And two fair Swans are swimming on the lake :
But scarce their tender biUs have time to meet.
When fiercely drops adown that cruel Snake-^
His steely scales a fearful rustling make,
Like autumn leaves that tremble and foretell
The sable storm ; — ^the plumy lovers quake —
And feel the troubled waters pant and swell,
Heaved by the giant bulk of their pursuer felL
His jaws, wide yawning like the gates of Death,
Hiss horrible pursuit — ^his red eyes glare
The waters into blood — his eager breath
Grows hot upon their plumea ; — ^noN?, xxnx^sXx^^xX
18
14 THE TWO SWANS.
She drops her ring into the waves, and there
It widens all around, a fairy ring
Wrought of the silver light — the fearful pair
Swim in the veiy midst, and pant and ding
The closer for their fears, and tremble wing to wing.
Bending their course over the pale grej lake.
Against the pallid East, wherein light play'd
In tender flushes, still the baffled Snake
Circled them round continiiallj, and bay'd
Hoarsely and loud, forbidden to invade
The sanctuary ring — his sable mail
Boll'd darkly through the flood, and writhed and made
A shining track over the waters pale,
Lash'd into boiling foam by his enormous tail
And so they sail*d into the distance dim.
Into the very distance — small and white,
Like snowy blossoms of the spring that swim
Over the brooklets — ^follow'd by the spite
Of that huge Serpent, that with wild affright
Worried them on their course, and sore annoy.
Till on the grassy marge I saw them 'light,
And change, anon, a gentle girl and boy,
Look*d in embrace of sweet imutterable joy I
Then came the Mom, and with her pearly showers
Wept on them, like a mother, in whose eyes
Tears are no grief; and from his rosy bowers
The Oriental sim began to rise,
Chasing the darksome shadows from the skies ;
ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT 15
Wherewith that sable Serpent far away
Fled, like a part of night— delicious sighs
From waking blossoms purified the day,
And little birds were singing sweetly from each spray.
ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF
CLAPHAM ACADEMY.*
Ah me ! those old familiar bounds !
That classic house, those classic grounds
My pensive thought recaUs !
What tender urchins now confine,
What little captives now repine.
Within yon irksome walls 1
Ay, that*s the very house ! I know
Its ugly windows, ten arrow !
Its chimneys in the rear !
And there's the iron rod so high,
That drew the thunder from the sky
And tum'd our table-beer !
There I was birch* d ! there I was bred !
There like a little Adam fed
From Learning's woeful tree 1
The weary tasks I used to con ! —
The hopeless leaves I wept upon ! —
Most fruitless leaves to me ! —
* No connexion with any oikkci 0^
OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY.
The siunmon*d class ! — the awful bow ! —
I wonder who is master now
And wholesome anguish sheds 1
How many ushers now employs,
How many maids to see the boys
Have nothing in their heads !
And Mrs. S ♦ ♦ ♦]— Doth she abet
(like Pallas in the parlour) yet
Some fevour'd two or three, —
The little Crichtons of the hour,
Her muffin-medals that deyour,
And swill her prize — bohea ?
•
Ay, there's the playground ! there's the lime,
Beneath whose shade in summer^s prime
So wildly I have read ! —
Who sits there now, and skims the cream
Of young Bomance, and weaves a dream
Of Love and Cottage-bread f
Who struts the Randall of the walk f
Who models tiny heads in chalk f
Who scoops the light canoe %
What early genius buds apace f
Where's Poynter? Harris? Bowers? Chase t
Hal Baylis ? blithe Carew ?
Alack ! they're gone — a thousand ways !
And some are serving in '' the Greys,'*
And some have perish'd young ! —
ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT 17
Jack Harrifl weds bis second wi^s ;
Hal Baylis driyes the toane of life ;
And blithe Carew — is bung 1
Grave Bowers teaches ABO
To savages at Owhyee
Poor Chase is with the worms ! —
All, all are gone— ^the olden breed ! —
New crops of mushroom bojs succeed,
"And push us from owe forms/"
Lo 1 where thej scramble forth, and shout^
And leap, and skip, and mob about,
At play where we have play'd 1
Some hop, some run, (some fall,) some twine
Their crony arms ; some in the Bhine,^-
And some are in the shade 1
Lo there what mix'd conditions run t
The orphan lad ; the widow's son ; ^
And Fortune's favour'd care—
The wealthy-bom, for whom she hath
Mac-Adamised the future path —
The Nabob's pamper'd heir I
Some brightly starr'd — some evil bom, —
For honour some, and some for scom, —
For Mr or foul renown 1
Good, bad, indiffrent — none may lack 1
Look, here's a White, and there's a Black I
And there's a Creole browiil
18 OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY.
Some laugh and sing, some mope and weep.
And wish their * frugal sires would keep
Their only sons at home ; * —
Some tease the future tense, and plan
The full-grown doings of the man.
And pant for years to come I
A foolish wish 1 There's one at hoop ;
And four si Jives 1 and five who stoop
The marble taw to speed 1
And one that curvets in and out^
Beining his fellow Cob about^ —
Would I were in his ttead I
Tet he would gladly halt and drop
That boyish harness o% to swop
With this world's heavy van —
To toil, to tug. 0 little fool I
While thou canst be a horse at school.
To wish to be a man 1
Perchance thou deem'st it were a thing
To wear a crown, — ^to be a king 1
And sleep on regal down 1 '
Alas 1 thou knoVst not kingly cares ;
Far happier is thy head that wears
That hat without a crown I
And dost thou think that years acquire
New added joys % Dost think thy sire
More happy than his son %
ODE ON A PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY. 19
That manhood's mirth 1 — Oh, go thy ways
To Drury-lane when * plays,
And see how forced our fan I
Thy taws are brave ! — ^thy tops are rare I —
Our tops are spun with coils of care,
Our dumps are no delight ! —
The Elgin marbles are but tame,
And 'tis at best a sorry game
To Sy the Muse's kite I
Our hearts are dough, our heels are lead,
Our topmost joys fall dull and dead
Like balls with no reboimd 1
And often with a faded eye
We look behind, and send a sigh
Towards that merry ground 1
Then be contented. Thou hast got
The most of heaven in thy young lot ;
There's sky-blue in thy cup !
Thou'lt find thy Manhood all too fast —
Soon come, soon gone ! and Age at last
A sorry breaking-np 1
* TUs blank exists in the originaL
1825.
ODES AND ADDRESSES, AND ANNUALS.
PTms year, in co^j unction with John Hamilton Reynolds, my father
published anonymously a yolome of "Odes and Addresses to Great
People." It would, I think, be impossible to sejmrate the respectiye
Odes — I am nearly sure that "Maria Darlington," "Dymoke,
** EUiston," and perhaps "Dr. Ireland,'* were addressed by Reynolds.
The little volume reached a second, and shortly after a third edition —
each being ushered in by a few words in the shape of a prefisu^e.]
ODES AND ADDRESSES TO GREAT PEOPLE.
**
<< Catching all the oddities, the whimsies, the absurdities, and the
littleness of oonsdoos greatness by the way."— (^ttisen of tke World.
ADDRESS.
The present being the first appearance of this little Work,
some sort of Address seems to be called for from the Author,
Editor, and Compiler, — and we come forward in prose, totally
overcome, like a flurried manager in his every-daj clothes,
to solicit public indulgence — protest an indelible feeling of
reverence — bow, beseech, promise, — and " all that."
To the persons addressed in the Poems nothing need be
said, as it would be only swelling the book, (a custom which
we detest,) to recapitulate in prose what we have said in
vBTse, To those imaddressed an apology is due; — and to
ODES AND ADDRESSES TO GREAT PEOPLE. 21
them it is very respectfully offered Mr. Hunt^ for his
Permanent Ink, deserves to have his name recorded in his
own composition — Mr. Colman, the amiable King's Jester,
and Oath-blaster of the modem Stage, merits a line — Mr.
Accum, whose fame is potted — Mr. Bridgman, the maker of
Patent Safety Coffins — Mr. Kean, the great Lustre of the
Boxes — Sir Humphiy Dayy, the great Lamplighter of the
Pits — Sir William Congreve, one of the proprietors of the
Portsmouth Rocket — yea, several others call for the Muse*s
approbation ; — ^but our little Volume, like the Adelphi
House, is easily filled, and those who are disappointed of
places are requested to wait until the next performance.
Having said these few words to the uninitiated, we leave
our Odes and Addresses, like Gentlemen of the Green Lsle, to
hunt their own fortunes ; — and, by a modest assurance, to
make their way to the hearts of those to whom they have
addressed themselves.
ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION.
A Second Edition being called for, the Author takes the
opportunity of expressing his gratefid thanks to his Readers
and Reviewers, for the kind way in which they have gene-
rally received his little Book. Many of those who have been
be-Oded in the following pages have taken the verse-offerings
in good part ; and the Author has been given to understand
that certain "Great People," who have been kept "out of
situations,*' have, like Bob Acres, looked upon themselves as
Tery ill-used Gentlemen. It is rather hard that there should
not be room for all the Great ; — ^but this little conveyance,—
a sort of light coach to Fame, — like other conveyances, wlule
it has only four in, labours under the lAieaAx^JciV^ic^ qH >mktols^
22 ODES AND ADDRESSES TO GREAT PEOPLE.
twelve oiU. The Proprietor apprehends he must meet the
wants of the Public by steuling an extra coach : in which
case Mr. Cohn(*n (an anxious Licenser) and Mr. Hunt (the
best maker of speeches and blacking in the City and Liberty
of Westminster) shall certainly be booked for places. To the
latter Gentleman, the Author gratefully acknowledges the
compliment of a bottle of his permanent ink : it will be,
indeed, pleasant to write an Address to Mr. Wilberforce in
the liquid of a beautiful jet Black, which the Author now
meditates doing. Odes, written in permanent ink, will
doubtless stand a chance of running a good race with
Gray's!
A few objections have been made to the present Volume,
which the Author regrets he cannot attend to, without
serious damage to the whole production. The Address to
Maria Darlington is said by several ingenious and judicious
persons to be namhy-pamhy. — ^This is a sad disappointment to
the Writer, as he was in hopes he had accomplished a bit of
the right Shenstonian, The verses to the Champion of
England are declared irreverent, — and those to Dr. L'eland^
and his Partners in the Stone Trade, are held out as an
improper interference with sacred things ; these Addresses
are certainly calumniated : the one was really written as an
affectionate inquiry after a great and reverend Warrior, now
in rural retirement ; and the other was intended as a kindly
advertisement of an exhibition, which, although cheaper than
the Tower, and nearly as cheap as Mr& Salmon's Wax-work,
the modesty of the Proprietors will not permit them suffi-
ciently to puff.
To the imiversal objection, — ^that the Book is overrun with
puns, — ^the Author can only say, he has searched every page
without being able to detect a thing of the kind. He can
^2iJ7 jDromise^ therefore, that if any respectable Beviewer will
ODES AND ADDRESSES TO GREAT PEOPLK 28
point the vermin out^ thej shall be carefully trapped and
thankfully destroyed.
PREFACE TO THE THIRD EDITION.
From the kindness with which this little volume has been
received, the Authors have determined upon presenting to
the Public " more last Baxterish words ; " and the Reader
will be pleased therefore to consider this rather as a Preface
or Advertisement to the volume to come, than a third Address
in prose, explanatoiy or recommendatory of the present
portion of the Work. It is against etiquette to introduce
one gentleman to another thrice ; and it must be confessed,
that if these few sentences were to be billeted upon the first
volume, the Public might overlook the Odes, but would have
great reason to complain of the Addresses.
So many Great Men stand over, like the correspondents to
a periodical, that they must be "continued in our next."
These are certainly bad times for paying debts; but all
persons having any claims upon the Authors, may rest
assured that they will ultimately be paid in full.
No material alterations have been made in this third
Edition, — ^with the exception of the introduction of a few new
commas, which the lovers of punctuation will immediately
detect and duly appreciate ; — and the omission of the three
puns,* whichf in the opinion of all friends and reviewers, were
detrimental to the correct humour of the publication.
* I have reftd, and had the two editions read repeatedly, but hare fiEdled
to detect any of these omissions, unless one of them is the elision of the
word *' washing ** in Bridget Jones*s letter, as pointed out in a note there.
24
ODE TO MR GRAHAM,
TBI AKRONAUT.
♦
** Up irith me I— «p with me into the sky 1 **
Wordsworth— <m a Lark/
Dear Graham, whilst the busy crowd,
The yain, the wealthy, and the proud,
Their meaner flights pursue.
Let us oast ofif the foolish ties
That bind us to the earth, and rise
And take a bird's-eye view ! —
A few more whifis of my cigar
And then, in Fancy's airy car.
Have with thee for the skies : —
How oft this fragrant smoke upcurl'd
Hath borne me £rom this little world.
And all that in it lies ! —
Away ! — away ! — ^the bubble fills —
Farewell to earth and all its hills !—
We seem to out the wind ! —
So high we mount, so swift we go.
The chimney tops are far below,
The Eagle's left behmd \^
Ah me I my brain begins to swim !—
The world is growing rather dim ;
The steeples and the trees —
My wife is getting veiy small I
I cannot see my babe at all ! —
The Dollond, if you please
ODE TO MB. GRAHAM. 25
Do, Graham, let me have a quiz,
Lord 1 what a Lilliput it is,
That little world of Mogg's I—
Are those the London Docks ? — ^that channel,
The mighty Thames ? — ^a proper kennel
For that small Isle of Dogs ! —
What is that seeming tea-urn there f
That fairy dome, St Paul's ! — I swear,
Wren must have been a Wren ! —
And that small stripe ? — it cannot be
The City Road !— Good lack ! to see
The little ways of men !
Little, indeed ! — ^my eyeballs ache
To find a turnpike. — I must take
Their tolls upon my trust 1 —
And where is mortal labour gone ?
Look, Graham, for a little stone
Mac Adamized to dust 1
Look at the horses ! — ^less than flies
Oh, what a waste it was of sighs
To wish to be a Mayor !
What is the honour ? — none at all,
One's honour must be very small
For such a civic chair ! —
And there's Guildhall ! — ^"tis far aloof-*
Methinks, I fancy through the roof
Its little guardian Gogs
Like penny dolls — a tiny show ! —
Well, — I must say they're ruled below
By veiy little logs !—
26 ODE TO MB. GRAHAM.
Oh 1 Graham, how the upper air
Alters the standardfi of compare ;
One of our silken flags
Would cover London all about—
Na-y then — let's even empty out
Another brace of bags !
Now for a glass of bright champagne
Above the clouds ! — Come, let us drain
A bumper as we go ! —
But hold ! — for God*s sake do not cant
The cork away — unless you want
To brain your Mends below.
Think 1 what a mob of little men
Are crawling just within our ken,
Like mites upon a cheese 1 —
Pshaw ! — how the foolish sight rebukes
Ambitious thoughts !— can there be Duke$
Of Gloster such as these ! —
Oh ! what is glory % — ^what is fame 1
Hark to the little mob's acdaim,
'Tis nothing but a hum 1 —
A few near gnats would trump as loud
Ab all the shouting of a crowd
That has so far to come 1 —
Well — they are wise that choose the near,
A few small buzzards in the ear,
To organs ages hence ! —
Ah me, how distance touches all ;
It makes the true look rather small,
But murders poor pretence.
ODE TO ME. GRAHAM. 27
" The world recedes ! — it disappears 1
Heav'n opens on my eyes — my ears
With buzzing noises ring ! " —
A fig for Southey's Lanreat lore ! —
What's Rogers here ? — ^Who cares for Moora
That hears the Angels sing ! —
A fig for earth, and all its minions ! —
We are above the world's opinions,
Graham ! we'll have our own ! —
Look what a vantage height we've got 1 —
Now do you think Sir Walter Soott
Is such a Great Unknown %
Speak up, — or hath he hid his name
To crawl through " subways" unto fame^
Like Williams of ComhiU ]—
Speak up, my lad ! — when men run small
We'll show what's little in them all,
Receive it how they wiU ! —
Think now of Irving I — shall he preach
The princes down, — shall he impeach
The potent and the rich.
Merely on ethic stilts, — and I
Not moralize at two miles high
The true didactic pitch 1
Come : — ^what d'ye think of Jeffrey, sir ?
Is Gifford such a Gulliver
In Lilliput's Review,
That like Colossus he should stride
Certain small brazen inches wide
For poets to pass throught
i
28 ODE TO MB. GRAHAM.
Look down I the world is but a spot.
Now say — Is Blackwood's low or not>
For all the Scottish tone 1
It shall not weigh ns here — ^not where
The sandy burden's lost in air —
Our lading — ^where is't flown 1
Now, — ^like you Croly*s verse indeed —
In heaven — ^where one cannot read
The "Warren" on a wall 1
What think you here of that man's feune 9
Though Jerdan magnified his name.
To me 'tis very small 1
And, truly, is there such a spell
In those three letters, L. £. L.,
To witch a world with song f
On cbuds the Byron did not sit,
Yet dared on Shakspeare's head to spit,
And say the world was wrong 1
And shall not we f Let's think aloud 1
Thus being couch'd upon a cloud,
Graham, we'll have our eyes !
We felt the great when we were less.
But we'll retort on littleness
Now we are in the skies.
0 Graham, Graham, how I blame
The bastard blush, — ^the petty shame^
That used to fret me quite, —
The little sores I cover'd then.
No sores on earth, nor sorrows when
The world is out of sight I
ODE TO MB. GRAHAM. 29
My name is Tima — I am the man
That North's unseen duninlsh'd dan
So scurvily abused !
I am the very P. A. Z.
The London's Lion's small pin's head
So often hath refused 1
Campbell — (you cannot sae him here)—
Hath scom'd my lay% :— do his appear
Such great eggs from the sky ? —
And Longman, and his lengthy Co.
Long only in a little Bow,
Have thrust my poems by !
What else % — Fm poor, and much beset
With danm'd small duns — ^that is — ^in debt
Some grains of golden dust 1
But only worth above, is worth. —
What's all the credit of the earth f
An inch of cloth on trust !
What's Bothschild here, that wealthy man !
Nay, worlds of wealth ? — Oh, if you can
Spy out, — the Golden Ball 1
Sure as we rose, all money sank :
What's gold or silver now 1 — ^the Bank
Is gone— the 'Change and all !
What's all the ground-rent of the globe
Oh, Graham, it would worry Job
To hear its landlords prate 1
But after this survey, I think
I'll ne'er be bullied more, nor shrink
From men of large estate \
80 ODE TO MB. GRAHAM.
And less, still less, will I submit
To poor mean acres' worth of wit —
I that have heaven's span —
I that like Shakspeare's self may dream
Beyond the very clouds, and seem
An Universal Man I
Mark, Graham, mark those goi^geous crowds 1
like Birds of Paradise the clouds
Are winging on the wind !
But what is grander than their range 1
More lovely than their sun-set change 1 —
The free creative mind I
Well ! the Adults' School 's in the aiv 1
The greatest men are lesson'd there
As well as the Lessee I
Oh could Earth's Ellistons thus small
Behold the greatest stage of all,
How humbled they would be !
'' Oh would some Power the giftie gie 'em
To see themselves as others see 'em,"
'Twould much abate their fuss I
If they could think that from the skies
They are as little in our eyes
As they can think of us 1
Of us 1 are uv gone out of sight 1
Lessen'd ! diminish'd ! vanish'd quite !
Lost to the tiny town !
Beyond the Eagle's ken — the grope
Of Dollond's longest telescope I
Graham 1 we're going down ^
ODE TO MR M'ADAM. 8i
Ah me ! Tve touch'd a string that opes
The airy valve ! — the gas elopes —
Down goes our bright Balloon ! —
Farewell the skies 1 the clouds 1 I smell
The lower world 1 Graham, fiEirewell,
Man of the silken moon I
The earth is dose 1 the City nears —
like a burnt paper it appears,
Studded with tiny sparks !
Methinks I hear the distant rout
Of coaches rumbling all about —
We're close above the Parks 1
I hear the watchmen on their beats.
Hawking the hour about the streeta
Lord t what a cruel jar
It is upon the earth to light !
Well — there's the finish of our flight !
I've smoked my last cigar !
ODE TO MR M'ADAM.
♦
'< Let VB take to the road I ^^Seggoi'i Opera,
WAdam, hail 1
Hail, Boadian 1 hail, Colossus I who dost stand
Striding ten thousand turnpikes on the land 1
Oh universal Leveller 1 all hail 1
To thee, a good, yet stony-hearted man,
The kindest one, and yet the flintiest fg(^\n^<-^
82
ODE TO MR. M'ADAM.
To thee, — ^how much for thy commodious plan,
Lanark Beformer of the Ruts, is Owing !
The Bristol mail
Gliding o*er ways, hitherto doem*d inyincible.
When oanying Patriots, now shall never &il
Those of the most " unshaken public principle.'*
Hail to thee, Scot of Scots 1
Thou northern light, amid those heavy men !
Foe to Stonehenge, yet friend to all beside.
Thou scatter*st flints and favours far and wide,
From p^daces to cots ; —
Dispenser of coagulated good !
Distributor of granite and of food !
Long may thy fame its even path march on,
E*en when thy sons are dead !
Best benefactor ! though thou giv'st a stone
To those who ask for bread 1
Tbj first great trial in this mighty town
Was, if I rightly recollect, upon
That gentle hill which goeth
Down from " the County" to the Palace gate,
And, like a river, thanks to thee, now floweth
Past the Old Horticultural Society, —
The chemist Cobb*s, the house of Howell and Jamee,
Where ladies play high shawl and satin games—
A little ffeU of lace !
And past the Athenaeum, made of late.
Severs a sweet variety
Of milliners and booksellers who grace
Waterloo Place,
Making division, the Muse fears and guesses,
*Twixt Mr. Bivington's and Mr. Hessey'a
ODE TO MR. M'ADAM. 3S
Thou stood'st thy trial, Mac ! and shaved the road
From Barber Beaumont's to the Eling^s abode
So well, that paviors threw their rammers by,
Let down their tuck'd shirt sleeves, and with a sigh
Prepared themselves, poor souls, to chip or die !
Next, from the palace to the prison, thou
Didst go, the highway's watchman, to thy beat^ —
Preventing though the rattling in the street.
Yet kicking up a row.
Upon the stones — ^ah ! truly watchman-like,
Encouraging thy victims all to strike.
To further thy own purpose, Adam, daily ; —
Thou hast smoothed, alas, the path to the Old Bailey I
And to the stony bowers
Of Newgate, to encourage the approach.
By caravan or coach, —
Hast strew'd the way with flints as soft as flowers.
Who shall dispute thy name !
Insculpt in stone in every street,
We soon shall greet
Thy trodden down, yet all imconquer'd fame !
Where'er we take, even at this time, our way.
Nought see we, but mankind in open air,
Hanmiering thy fame, as Chantrey would not dare ;—
And with a patient care
Chipping thy immortality all day !
Demosthenes, of old, — that rare old man,—
Prophetically /o^few'c?, Mac ! thy plan : —
For he, we know,
(History says so,)
Put pebbles in his mouth when lie vrovAA. ^.'^xik.
14 ODE TO MR. M'ADAIC.
The smoothest Greek !
It is ^impossible, and cannot be,*'
But that thy genius hath,
Besides the turnpike, many another path
Trod, to arrive at popularity.
0*er Pegasus, perchance, thou hast thrown a thigh,
Nor ridden a roadster only ; — ^mighty Mac !
And 'faith I*d swear, when on that winged hack,
Thou hast observed the highways in the sky !
Is the path up Parnassus rough and steep,
And " hai-d to climb," as Dr. B. would say ?
Dost think it best for Sons of Song to keep
The noiseless tenor of their way ? (see Gray.)
What line of road should poets take to bring
ITieraselves unto those waters, loved the first ! —
Those waters which can wet a man to sing !
Which, like thy fame, " from granite basins burst,
Leap into life, and, sparkling, woo the thirst ? "
That thou'rt a proser, even thy birthplace might
Vouchsafe ; — and Mr. Cadell may^ God wot.
Have paid thee many a pound for many a blot, —
CadelFs a wayward wight !
Although no Walter, still thou art a Scot,
And I can throw, I think, a little light
Upon some works thou hast written for the town, —
And published, like a Lilliput Ui^known !
" Highways and Byeways " is thy book, no doubt,
(One whole editio^'8 out,)
A^d pext, for it is fair
That Famp,
Seeing her children, should confess she had *em ; —
"Som^ Passages from the life of Adam Blair," —
ODE TO MB. M'ADAM. 35
(Blair is a Scottish name,)
What are they, but thj own good roads, M'Adam ?
0 ! indefatigable labourer
In the paths of men ! when thou shalt die, 'twill be
A mark of thy surpassing industry,
That of the monument, which men shall rear
Orer thy most inestimable bone,
Thou didst thy very self lay the first stone ! —
Of a right ancient line thou comest, — through
Each crook and turn we trace the unbroken due,
Until we see thy sire before our eyes, —
Rolling his gravel walks in Paradise 1
But he, our great Mac Parent, err'd, and ne'er
Have our walks since been fair 1
Yet Time, who, like the merchant, lives on 'Change,
For ever varying, through his varying range,
Time maketh all things even 1
In this strange world, turning beneath high heaven,
He hath redeem'd the Adams, and contrived, —
(How are Time's wonders hived !)
In pity to mankind, and to befriend *em, —
(Time is above all praise,)
That he, who first did make our evil ways.
Reborn in Scotland, should be first to mend 'em !
86
A FRIENDLY EPISTLE TO MRS. FRY,
IN NEWGATE,
'< SermonB in stones.*' — At jfOM Uhe It.
** Oat ! out ! damned spot ! "—Maebetk.
I LIKE you, Mrs. Fry ! . I like your name !
It speaks the very warmth you feel in pressing
In daily act round Charity's great flame —
I like the crisp Browne way you have of dressing.
Good Mrs. Fry 1 I like the placid daim
You make to Christianity, — ^professing
Love, and good tiwA»— of course you buy of Barton,
Beside the joimgfn/a bookseUer, Friend Darton !
I like, good Mrs. Fry, your brethren mute —
Those serious^ solemn gentlemen that sport —
I should have said, that wear, the sober suit
Shaped like a court dress — ^but for heaven's court.
I like your sisters too, — sweet Rachel's fruit —
Protestant nims ! I like their stiff support
Of virtue — and I like to see them clad
With such a difference — just like good from bad !
I like the sober colours — ^not the wet ;
Those gaudy manufactures of the rainbow —
Green, orange, crimson, piuple, violet —
In which the fair, the flirting, and the vain, go—
The others are a chaste, severer set,
In which the good, the pious, and the plain, go—
They're moral standard^ to know Christians by—
In short, they arc your colours, Mrs. Fry !
A FRIENDLY EPISTLE TO MRS. FEY. 87
As for the naughty tinges of the prism —
Crimson's the cruel uniform of war —
Blue — ^hue of brimstone ! minds no catechism ;
And green is young and gay — not noted for
Goodness, or gravity, or quietism,
TiU it is sadden'd down to tea-green, or
Olive — and puiple*s giv'n to wine, I guess ;
And yellow is a convict by its dress !
They're all the devil's liveries, that men
And women wear in servitude to sin —
But how will they come off, poor motleys, when
Sin's wages are paid down, and they stand in
The £vil presence ? You and I know, then
How all the party colours will begin
To part — the Pittite hues will sadden there.
Whereas the Foxite shades will all show fair 1
Witness their goodly labours one by one 1
RuMei makes garments for the needy poor —
Dom-oolour preaches love to all — and dun
Calls every day at Charity's street-door —
Brown studies scripture, and bids woman shun
All gaudy furnishing — olive doth pour
Oil into wounds : and drab and date supply
Scholar and book in Newgate, Mrs. Fry !
Well ! Heaven forbid that I should discommend
The gratis, charitable, jail-endeavour !
When all persuasions in your praises blend —
The Methodist's creed and cry are, Fru tex «s^"t\
88 A FRIENDLY EPISTLE TO MBS. FEY.
No— I will be your friend — and, like a friend.
Point out your very worst defect — Nay, never
Start at that word ! — But I mutt ask you why
You keep your school in Newgate, Mrs. Fry %
Too well I know the price our mother Eve
Paid for her schooling : but must all her daughters
Commit a petty larceny, and thieve^
Pay down a crime for " entrance " to your " quarten f *'
Your classes may increase, but I must grieve
Over your pupils at their bread-and-waters I
Oh, tho' it cost you rent— (and rooms run high !)
Keep your school out of Newgate, Mra Fry !
O save the vulgar soul before it*s spoil'd !
Set up your mounted sign without the gate—
And there inform the mind before *tis soil'd 1
'Tis sorry writing on a greasy slate !
Nay, if you would not have your labours foil'd,
Take it inclining tow'rds a virtuous state.
Not prostrate and laid flat — else, woman meek 1
The upright pencil will but hop and shriek I
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to drain
The evil spirit from the heart it preys in, —
To bring sobriety to life again,
Choked with the vile Anacreontic raisin, —
To wash Black Betty when her black's ingrain,—
To stick a moral lacquer on Moll Brazen,
Of Suky Tawdry's habits to deprive her ;
To tame the iriid-fowl-ways of Jenny Diver I
A FRIENDLY EPISTLE TO MRS. FRY. 89
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to teach
Miss Nancy Dawson on her bed of straw —
To make Long Sal sew up the endless breach
She made in manners — ^to write heaven's own law
On hearts of granite. — Nay, how hard to preach.
In cells, that are not memory's — to draw
The moral thread, thro' the immoral eye
Of blunt Whitechapel natures, Mrs. Fry !
In vain you teach them baby-work within :
'Tis but a clumsy botchery of crime ;
'Tis but a tedious darning of old sin —
Come out yourself, and stitch up souls in time —
It is too late for scouriDg to begin
When virtue's ravell'd out, when all the prime
Is worn away, and nothing sound remains ;
You'll fret the fabric out before the stains I
I like your chocolate, good Mistress Fry !
I like your cookery in every way ;
I like your shrove-tide service and supply j
I like to hear your sweet Fandeans play ;
I like the pity in your full-brimm'd eye ;
I like your carriage, and your silken grey.
Your dove-like habits, and your silent preaching ;
But I don't like your Newgatory teaching.
Come out of Newgate, Mrs. Fry ! Repair
Abroad, and find your pupils in the streets.
0, come abroad into the wholesome air.
And take your moral place, betore ^m ^&i^\^
40 A FRIENDLY EPISTLE TO MRS. FRY.
Her wicked self iu the Professor's chair.
Suppose some morals raw 1 the true receipt's
To dress them in the pan, but do not try
To cook them in the fire, good Mrs. Fry !
Put on your decent bonnet, and come out !
Good lack ! the ancients did not set up schools
In jail — but at the Porch I hinting, no doubt,
That Vice should have a lesson in the rules
Before 'twas whipt by law. — 0 come about,
Good Mrs. Fry ! and set up forms and stools
All down the Old Bailey, and thro' Newgate-street,
But not in Mr. Wontner's proper seat !
Teach Lady Barrymore, if, teaching, you
That peerless Peeress can absolve from dolour ;
Teach her it is not virtue to pursue
Ruin of blue, or any other colour ;
Teach her it is not Virtue's crown to rue.
Month after month, the unpaid drunken dollar j
Teach her that " flooring Charleys " is a game
Unworthy one that bears a Christian nama
0 come and teach our children — ^that ar'n't ours —
That heaven's straight pathway is a narrow way,
Not Broad St. Giles's, where fierce Sin devours
Children, like Time — or rather they both prey
On youth together — meanwhile Newgate low'rs
Ev'n like a black cloud at the close of day,
To shut them out from any more blue sky :
Think of these hopeless wretches, Mrs. Fry !
ODE TO RICHARD MARTIN, ESQ., M.P. H
You are not nice — ^go into their retreats,
And make them Quakers, if you will. — Twere best
They wore straight collars, and their shirts sans pleats;
That they had hats with brims, — that they were drest
In garbs without lappeh — than shame the streets
With so much raggedness. — You may invest
Much cash this way — ^but it will cost its price,
To give a good, round, real cheque to Vice !
In brief, — Oh teach the child its moral rote,
Not in the way from which 'twill not depart, —
But out — out — out ! Oh, bid it walk remote !
And if the skies are closed against the smart,
Ey'n let him wear the single-breasted coat.
For that cnsureth singleness of heart —
Do what you will, his every want supply.
Keep him — ^but otU of Newgate, Mrs. Fry !
ODE TO RICHARD MARTIN, ESQ.,
M.P. FOB GALWAY.
>
'Martin in this has prored himself a yery good man ! ** — Boxiana,
How many sing of wars,
Of Greek and Trojan jars —
The butcheries of men !
The Muse hath a " Perpetual Ruby Pen I "
Dabbling with heroes and the blood they spill ;
But no one sings the man
That, like a pelican,
Noxu'ishes Pity with his tender BUI 1
4S ODE TO BICHARD MABTIN, ESQ., M.P.
Thou Wilberforce of hacks !
Of whites as well as blacks,
Piebald and dapple gray,
Chesnut and bay —
No poet's eulogy thy name adorns !
But oxen, from the fens,
Sheep— m their pens,
Praise thee, and red cows with their winding horns !
Thou art simg on brutal pipes !
Drovers may curse thee,
Elnackers asperse thee,
And sly M.P.*s bestow their cruel wipes ;
But the old horse neighs thee.
And zebras praise thee, —
Asses, I mean — ^that have as many stripes !
Hast thou not taught the Drover to forbear.
In Smithfield's muddy, murderous, vile environs-
Staying his lifted bludgeon in the air 1
Bullocks don*t wear
Oxide of iron !
The cruel Jarvy thou hast summon*d oft.
Enforcing mercy on the coarse Yahoo,
That thought his horse the courser of the two—
Whilst Swift smiled down aloft ! —
O worthy pair 1 for this, when he inhabit
Bodies of birds — (if so the spirit shifts
From flesh to feather) — when the clown uplifts
His hand against the sparrow's nest, to grab it,—
Ho shall not harm the Mabtins and the Sm/U !
Ah ! when Dean Swift was quick, how he enhanced
The horse ! — and humbled biped man like Plato I
ODE TO RICHARD MARTIN, ESQ., M.P. 43
But now he*s dead, the chai^ger is mischanoed —
Gone backward in the world — and not advanced,—
Kemember Cato I
Swift was the horse's champion — ^not the Eing^fl^
Whom Southe J sings.
Mounted on Pegasus — ^would he were thrown 1
Hell wear that ancient hackney to the bone,
Like a mere clothes-horse airing royal things 1
Ah well-a-day ! the ancients did not use
Their steeds so cruelly ! — let it debar men
From wanton rowelling and whip's abuse —
Look at the ancients' Mute !
Look at their Carmen !
0, Martin ! how thine eye^
That one would think hod put aside its lashes,—
That can't bear gashes
Thro' any horse's side, must ache to spy
That horrid window fronting Fetter-lane, —
For there's a nag the crows have pick'd for victual.
Or some man painted in a bloody vein —
Gods 1 is there no JTorBe-tpitcU /
That such raw shows must sicken the humane !
Sure Mr. Whittle
Loves thee but little,
To let that poor horse linger in his pane t
0 build a Brookes's Theatre for horses !
0 wipe away the national reproach—
And find a decent Vulture for their corses !
And in thy funeral track
Four sorry steeds shall follow in each coach I
Stcoda that confess '* the luxury oi 100 T
it%
4i ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
True mourning steeds, in no extempore blacky
And many a wretched hack
Shall sorrow for thee, — sore with kick and blow
And bloody gash — ^it is the Indian knack —
(Save that the savage is his own tormentor) —
Banting shall weep too in his sable scarf —
The biped woe the quadruped shall enter,
And Man and Horse go half and half,
As if their griefs met in a common Centaur !
ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
♦ ■
'<0 breathe not hii name 1 ^*— Moore,
Thou Great Unknown I
I do not mean Eternity nor Death,
That vast incog 1
For I suppose thou hast a living breath,
Howbeit we know not from whose lungs 'tis blown.
Thou man of fog !
Parent of many children— child of none !
Nobody's son !
Nobody's daughter — ^but a parent still !
Still but an ostrich parent of a batch
Of orphan eggs, — ^left to the world to hatcL
Superlative Nil !
A vox and nothing more, — ^yet not Vauxhall ;
A head in papers, yet without a curl !
Not the Invisible Girl 1
JVb hand — but a hand-writing on a wall —
ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN. 45
A popular nonentity.
Still called the same^ — ^without identity !
A lark, beard out of sight, —
A nothing shined upon, — ^invisibly bright^
*^ Dark with excess of light ! "
Constable's literary John-a-Nokes —
The real Scottish wizard — and not which.
Nobody — ^in a niche ;
Every one*s hoax !
Maybe Sir Walter Scott—
Perhaps not !
Why dost thou so conceal, and puzzle curious folks ?
Thou, — ^whom the second-sighted never saw,
The Master Fiction of fictitious history !
Chief Nong-tong-paw 1
No mister in the world — and yet all mystery !
The " tricksy spirit " of a Scotch Cock Lane^
A nofel Junius puzzling the world*s brain —
A man of magic — yet no talisman !
A man of dair obscure — not he o' the moon !
A star — at noon.
A non-descriptus in a caravan,
A private— of no corps — a northern light
In a dark lantern, — Bogie in a crape —
A figure — but no shape ;
A vizor — and no knight ;
The real abstract hero of the age ;
The staple Stranger of the stage ;
A Some One made in every man's presiunption,
Frankenstein's monster — ^but instinct with gumption
Another strange state captive in the norths
Constable-guarded in an iron mask. —
46 ODE TO THE GBEAT UNKKOWK.
Still let me ask,
Hast thou no silver platter,
No door-plate, or no card— or some such matter
To scrawl a name upon, and then cast forth ?
Thou Scottish Barmecide, feeding the hunger
Of Curiosity with airy gammon !
Thou mystery- monger.
Dealing it out like middle cut of salmon,
That people huy, and can*t make head or tail of it ;
(Howbcit that puzzle never hurts the sale of it ;)
Thou chief of authors mystic and abstractical,
That lay their proper bodies on the shelf-^
Keeping thyself so truly to thyself,
Thou Zimmerman made practical !
Thou secret foimtain of a Scottish style.
That, like the NUe,
Hideth its source wherever it is bred,
But still keeps disemboguing
(Not disembroguing)
Thro* such broad sandy mouths without a head
Thou disembodied author — ^not yet dead, —
The whole world's literary Absentee !
Ah 1 wherefore hast thou fled,
rhou learned Nemo— ^wise to a degree,
Anonymous L. L» D, 1
Thou nameless captain of the nameless gang
That do — and inquests cannot say who did it 1
Wert thou at Mrs. Donatt/s death-pang ?
Hast thou made gravy of Weare's watch— or hid it f
Hast thou a Blue-Beard chamber ? Heaven forbid it 1
J should he very loth to see thee hang !
ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN. 17
I hope thou hast an alibi well plann'd,
An innocent, altho* an ink-black hand.
Tho' thou hast newly tum'd thy private bolt on
The curiosity of all invaders —
I hope thou art merely closeted with Colton,
Who knows a little of the Holy Land,
Writing thy next new novel — ^The Crusaders I
Perhaps thou wert even bom
To be Unknown. — Perhaps hung, some foggy mom,
At Captain Coram*s charitable wicket,
Pinn*d to a ticket
That Fate had made illegible, foreseeing
The future great unmentionable being. —
Perhaps thou hast ridden
A scholar poor on St Augustine's Back,
Like Chatterton, and found a dusty pack
Of Rowley novels in an old chest hidden ;
A little hoard of clever simulation.
That took the town — and Constable has bidden
Some hundred pounds for a continuation —
To keep and clothe thee in genteel starvation.
I liked thy Waverly — first of thy breedii^g ;
I like its modest " sixty years ago,"
As if it was not meant for ages* reading.
I don't like Ivanhoe,
Tho' Dymoke does — it makes him think of clattering
In iron overalls before the king,
Secure from battering, to ladies flattering,
Tuning his challenge to the gauntlets* riog— -
Oh better far than all that anvil clang
It was to hear tJiee touch the famous «\x\tvv;
is ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
Of Robin Hood's tough bow and make it twang.
Rousing him up, all verdant, with his clan,
Like Sagittarian Pan 1
I like Guy Mannering — ^but not that sham son
Of Brown. — I like that literary Sampson,
Nine-tenths a Dyer, with a smack of Porson.
I like Dick Hatteraick, that rough sea Orson
That slew the Ganger ;
And Dandie Dinmont, like old Ursa Major ;
And Merrilies, yoimg Bertram's old defender,
That Scottish Witch of Endor,
That doom'd thy fame. She was the Witch, I take it,
To tell a great man's fortime — or to make it !
I like thy Antiquary. With his fit on,
Ho makes me think of Mr. Britton,
Who has — or had — within his garden wall,
A miniature Stone ffenge, so very small
The sparrows find it difl&cult to sit on ;
And Dousterswivel, like Poyais' McGregor ;
And Edie Ochiltree, that old Bltie Beggar,
Painted so cleverly,
I think thou surely knowest Mrs. Beverly !
I like thy Barber — ^him that fired the Beacon —
But that's a tender subject now to speak on I
I like long-ami'd Rob Roy. — His very charms
Fashion'd him for renown ! — In sad sincerity,
The man that robs or writes must have long arms,
If he's to hand his deeds down to posterity !
Witness Miss Biflfin's posthumous prosperity,
Hor poor brown crumpled mummy (nothing more)
ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN. 49
Bearing the name she bore,
A thmg Time's tooth is tempted to destroy I
But Roys can never die— why else, in yerity.
Is Paris echoing with " Viye le Roy / "
Aye, Rob shall lire agun, and deathless Di—
(Yemon, of course) shall often lire again —
Whilst there's a stone in Newgate, or a chain,
Who can pass by
Nor feel the Thiefs in prison and at hand 1
There be Old Bailey Jarvies on the stand !
I like thy Landlord's Tales !— I like that Idol
Of love and Lammermoor — ^the blue-eyed maid
That led to church the mounted cavalcade,
And then pull'd up with such a bloody bridal t
Throwing equestrian Hymen on his haunchea^
I like the family — (not silver) branches
That hold the tapers
To light the serious legend of Montrose.-^
I like M'Aulay's second-sighted vapours.
As if he could not walk or talk alone.
Without the devil — or the Great Unknown, —
Dalgetty is the nearest of Ducrows 1
I like St. Leonard's Lily—- drenoh'd with dow 1
I like thy Vision of the Covenanters,
That bloody-minded Graham shot and slew
I like the battle lost and won.
The hurly burly's bravely done.
The warlike gallops and the warlike canters !
I like that girded chieftain of the ranters,
Ready to preach down heathens, or to grax>ii«<^
VOL r. K
50 ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
With one eye on his sword,
And one upon the Word,—
How he would cram the Caledonian Chapel I
I like stem Claverhouse, though he doth dapple
His raven steed with blood of many a corse —
I like dear Mrs. Headrigg, that imravels
Her texts of scripture on a trotting horse —
She is so like Rae Wilson when he travels !
I like thy Eenilworth — ^but I'm not going
To take a Eetrospective Re-Review
Of all thy dainty novels — ^merely showing
The old familiar faces of a few,
The question to renew,
How thou canst leave such deeds without a name,
Forego the unclaimed dividends of fame,
Forego the smiles of literary houris —
Mid Lothian's trump, and Fife's shrill note of praise,
And all the Carse of Cowrie's,
When thou might'st have thy statue in Cromarty —
Or see thy image on Italian trays,
Betwixt Queen Caroline and Buonaparte,
Be painted by the Titian of R.A.'8,
Or vie in sign-boards with the Royal Cuelph
Perhaps have thy bust set cheek by jowl with Homer s
Perhaps send out plaster proxies of thyself
To other Englands with Australian reamers —
Mayhap, in Literary Owhyhee
Displace the native wooden gods, or be
The China-Lar of a Canadian shelf !
It is not modesty that bids thee hid<
She never wastes her blushes out of sight :
ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN. . 61
It is not to invite
Tho world's decision, for thy fame is tried, —
And thy fair deeds are scatter*d far and wide.
Even royal heads are with thy readers reckon*d, —
From men in trencher caps to trencher scholars
In crimson collars,
And learned Serjeants in the forty-second !
Whither by land or sea art thou not bcckon'd ?
Mayhap exported from the Frith of Forth,
Defying distance and its dim control ;
Perhaps read about Stromness, and reckoned worth
A brace of Miltons for capacious soul —
Perhaps studied in the whalers, further north,
And set above ten Shakspeares near the pole !
Oh, when thou writest by Aladdin's lamp.
With such a giant genius at command.
For ever at thy stamp,
To fill thy treasuiy from Fairy Land,
AVhen haply thou might'st ask the pearly hand
Of some great British Vizier's eldest daughter,
Tho' princes sought her.
And lead her in procession hymeneal.
Oh, why dost thou remain a Beau Ideal !
Why stay, a ghost, on the Lethean Whar^
Envelop'd in Scotch mist and gloomy fogs f
Why, but because thou art some puny Dwarf,
Some hopeless Imp, like Riquet with the Tuft,
Fearing, for all thy wit, to be rebuflTd,
Or bullied by our great reviewing Gogs ?
What in this masquing age
Maketh Unknowns so many and 80 di^^
52 ODE TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN.
What but the critic's page t
One hath a cast, he hides from the world's eye ;
Another hath a wen, — ^he won't show where ;
A third has sandy hair,
A hunch upon his back, or legs awiy.
Things for a vile reyiewer to espy !
Another hath a mangel-wurzel nose, —
Finally, this is dimpled,
Like a pale crumpet hce, or that is pimpled,
Things for a monthly critic to expose —
Nay, what is thy own case — ^that being small.
Thou choosest to be nobody at all !
Well, thou art prudenti with such puny bones^
E'en like Elshender, the mysterious elf.
That shadowy revelation of thyself —
To build thee a small hut of haunted stones —
For certainly the first pernicious man
That ever saw thee, wotdd quickly draw thee
In some vile literary caravan —
Shown for a shilling
Woidd be thy killing,
Think of Crochami's miserable span I
No tinier frame the tiny spark coidd dwell in
Than there it fell in —
But when she felt herself a show — she tried
To shrink from the world's eye, poor dwarf I and died f
0 since it was thy fortune to be bom
A dwarf on some Scotch Inchy and then to flinch
From all the Gog-like jostle of great men,
StDl with thy small crow pen
ADDRESS TO MR. DYMOKE. W
Amuse and charm thy lonely hours forlorn —
Still Scottish story daintily adorn,
Be still a shade — ^and when this age is fled.
When we poor sons and daughters of reality
Are in our graves forgotten and quite dead.
And Time destroys our mottoes of morality—
The lithographic hand of Old Mortality
Shall still restore thy emblem on the stone,
A featureless death's head,
And rob Oblivion ev*n of the Unknown !
ADDRESS TO MR. DYMOKE,
THB CHAMPION OF ENGLAND.
«.
Anna Yimrnqve eano !** — VirgtL
Mr. Dthoke ! Sir Knight ! if I may be so bold —
(Fm a poor simple gentleman just come to town^)
Is your armour put by, like the sheep in a fold 1 —
Is your gauntlet ta*en up, which you lately flung down t
Are you — ^who that day rode so mailed and admired.
Now sitting at ease in a library chair 1
Have you sent back to Astley the war-horse you hired.
With a cheque upon Chambers to settle the fare 1
What's become of the cup I Great tin-plate worker I say !
Cup and ball is a game which some people deem fun !
Oh ; three golden balls haven't lured you to play
Rather false, Mr. D., to all pledges \)ut o\ie^
5i ADDRESS TO MB. DYMOKE.
How defunct is the show that was chiyaby^s mimic !
The breastplate — ^the feathers — ^the gallant array 1
So fades, so grows dim, and so dies, Mr. Djmoke I
The day of brass breeches ! as Wordsworth would say i
Perchance in some village remote, with a cot|
And a cow, and a pig, and a barndoor, and all ; —
Tou show to the parish that peace is your lot,
And plenty, — though absent from Westminster Hall !
And of course you turn every accoutrement now
To its separate use, that your wants may be well-met ; —
You toss in your breastplate your pancakes, and grow
A salad of mustard and cress in your helmet.
And you delve the fresh earth with your falchion, less bright
Since hung up in sloth from its Westminster task ; —
And you bake your own bread in your tin ; and. Sir Elnight,
Instead of your brow, put your beer in the casque 1
How delightful to sit by your beans and your peas,
With a goblet of gooseberry gallantly dutch' d,
And chat of the blood that had deluged the Pleas,
And drench'd the King's Bench, — if the glove had been
touch'd !
If Sir Columbine Daniel, with knightly pretensions.
Had snatch'd your "best doe," — he'd have flooded the
floor; —
Nor would even the best of his crafty inventions,
^^Ule Preservers," have floated him out of his gore !
ADDRESS TO MR. DYMOKE. 65
Oh, you and jour horso ! what a couple was there I
The Toan and his backer, — to win a great fight !
Though the trumpet was loud, — ^you*d an undisturb'd air I
And the nag snuff *d the feast and the £ray sans affright !
Yet strange was the course which the good Cato bore
When he waddled tail-wise with the cup to his stall ; —
For though his departure was at the front door.
Still he went the back way out of Westminster HalL
He went, — and 'twould puzzle historians to say,
When they trust Time's conveyance to carry your mail, —
Whether caution or courage inspired him that day,
For though he retreated, he never tum'd tail
By my life, he's a wonderful charger ! — The best !
Though not for a Parthian corps ! — yet for you I —
Distinguish'd alike at a fray and a feast.
What a horse for a grand Retrospective Review !
What a creature to keep a hot warrior cool
When the sun's in the face, and the shade's far aloof!-— *
What a tailpiece for Bewick ! — or piebald for Poole,
To bear him in safety from Elliston's hoof I
Well I hail to Old Cato ! the hero of scenes
May Astley or age ne'er his comforts abridge ;-
Oh, long may he munch Amphitheatre beans.
Well "pent up in Utica" over the Bridge !
And to you, Mr. Dymoke, Cribb's rival, I keep
Wishing all coimtry pleasures, the bravest and best I
And oh I when you come to the Hummiuns to sleQ^,
May you lie " like a warrior taking Vila Tca\ V*
ODE TO JOSEPH GRIMALDI, SENIOR.
-♦■
'*Thii fellow*! wise enough to play the fool.
And to do that well erayet a kind of wit.'*
TfDtlfih Nigki.
Joseph ! they say thoa*st left the stage,
To toddle down the hill of life,
And taste the flannell*d ease of age,
Apart from pantomimio strife—-
** Retired —[for Yonng would call it so] —
The world shut out" — in feasant Row !
And hast thou really washed at last
From eaoh white cheek the red half-moon
And all thy public Clownship cast,
To play the private Pantaloon )
All youth — all ages yet to be
Shall have a heavy miss of thee !
Thou didst not preach to make us wise-
Thou hadst no finger in our schooling —
Thou didst not ^* lure us to the skies*' —
Thy simple, simple trade was — Fooling !
And yet, IIoav*n knows ! we could — ^we can
Much '* bettor spare a better man ! **
Oh, had it pleased the gout to take
The reverend Croly fVom the stage,
Or Southoy, fi^r our quiet's sake,
Or Mr. Fletdior, Cupid's sage,
ODE TO JOSEPH GRIMALDI, SENIOE. 57
Or, damme I namby pamby Pool,-—
Or any other clown or fool I
Go, Dibdin — all that bear the name,
Go Byeway Highway man ! go ! go !
Go, Skeffy — man of painted fame,
But leave thy partner, painted Joe !
I could bear Kirby on the wane.
Or Signer Paulo with a sprain I
Had Joseph Wilfred Parkins made
His grey hairs scarce in private peace—
Had Waithman sought a rural shade —
Or Cobbett ta*en a turnpike lease —
Or Lisle Bowles gone to Balaam Hill —
I think I could be cheerful still I
Had Medwin left off, to his praise,
Dead lion kicking, like-~a friend ! —
Had long, long Irving gone his ways
To muse on death at Fonder^s End —
Or Lady Morgan taken leave
Of Letters — still I might not grieve !
But, Joseph— everybody's Jo I—
Is gone — and grieve I will and must 1
As Hamlet did for Yorick, so
Will I for thee (though not yet dust),
And talk as he did when he miss'd
The kissing-crust that he had kiss'd I
Ah, where is now thy rolling head !
Thy winking, reeling, drunhtn eje^.
r>'^ <'i>i: To .Tn>r.rii ckimalI'I, si:ximi:.
(As old Catullus would have said,)
Thy oyen-mouth, that swallowed pies —
Enormous hunger — ^monstrous drowth ! —
Thy pockets greedy as thy mouth !
Ah, where thy ears, so often cuflfd ! —
Thy funny, flapping, filching hands ! —
Thy partridge body, always stuflTd
With waifs, and strays, and contrabands !— •
Thy foot — ^like Berkeley's Foote — for why ?
'Twas often made to wipe an eye !
Ah, where thy legs — ^that witty pair !
For "great wits jump" — and so did they !
Lord ! how they leap'd in lamplight air 1
Capered — and bounced — and strode away ! —
That years should tame the legs — alack 1
Tve seen spring through an Almanack !
But bounds will have their bound — ^the shocks
Of Time will cramp the nimblest toes ;
And those that frisk*d in silken clocks
May look to limp in fleecy hose —
One only — (Champion of the ring)
Could ever make his Winter, — Spring !
And gout, that owns no odds between
The toe of Czar and toe of Clown,
Will visit — ^but I did not mean
To moralize, though I am grown
Thus sad, — ^Thy going seem'd to beat
A muffled drum for Fun's retreat !
ODE TO JOSEPH GRIMALDI, SENIOR. 50
And, may be — ^'tis no time to smother
A sigh, when two prime wags of London
Are gone— thou, Joseph, one, — ^the other,
A Joe ! — '* sic transit gloria Munden / "
A third departure som^ insist on, —
Stage-apoplexy threatens Listen ! —
Nay, then, let Sleeping Beauty sleep
With ancient "2>oztfy" to the dregs —
Let Mother Goose wear mourning deep.
And put a hatchment o'er her eggs !
Let Farley weep — ^for Magic's man
Is gone — ^his Christmas Caliban !
Let Kemble, Forbes, and Willet rain,
As though they walk'd behind thy bier, —
For since thou wilt not play again.
What matters, — if in heaVn or here !
Or in thy grave, or in thy bed ! —
There's Quick* might just as well be dead !
Oh, how will thy departure cloud
The lamplight of the little breast !
The Christmas child will grieve aloud
To miss his broadest friend and best, —
Poor urchin ! what avails to him
The cold New Monthly's Ghost of Grimm f
For who like thee could ever stride 1
Some dozen paces to the mile ! —
The motley, medley coach provide —
Or like Joe Frankenstein compile
* One of the old acton— still a perforxner (bnt in prirate) of Old Rapid.
'Note to original edition.
«a TO 8YLVANUS URBAN, ESQ.
The vegetable man complete I-^
A proper Covent Garden feat !
Oh, who like thee could ever drmk,
Or eat, — swill — swallow — ^bolt — and choke !
Nod, weep, aud hiccup— sneeze and wink
Thy very yawn was quite a joke I
Though Joseph, Junior, acts not HI,
" There's no Fool like the old Fool " still !
Joseph, farewell ! dear funny Joe !
We met with mirth, — we part in pain !
For many a long, long year must go
Ere Fun can see thy like again —
For Nature does not keep great stores
Of perfect Clowns — that are not Boon I
TO SYLVANUS URBAN, ESQ.,
XDITOB OF THE " GXNTLEMAN's MAaAZIKB."
— f—
" Dost thou not siupect my yean t**
Mvdi Ado odoul Nothing,
Oh ! Mr. Urban I never must thou lurch
A sober age made serious drunk by thee ;
Hop in thy pleasant way from church to church,
And nurse thy little bald Biography.
Oh, my Sylvanus ! what a heart is thine !
And what a page attends thee I Long may I
Hang in demure confusion o*er each line
That aeika thy little questions with a sigh I
TO SYLVANUS UBBAN, ESQ. «1
Old tottering years have nodded to their falla^
Like pensioners that creep about and die ; —
But thou, Old Parr of periodicals,
Liyest in monthly immortality 1
How sweet ! — as Byron of hit infant said, —
'' Knowledge of objects '* in thine eye to trace ;
To see the mild no-meanings of thy head,
Taking a quiet nap upon thy face 1
How dear through thy Obituary to roam.
And not a name of any name to catch I
To meet thy Criticism walking home
Ayerse from rows, and never calling " Watch I "
Rich is thy page in soporific things, —
Composing compositions, — ^lulling men, —
Faded old posies of unburied rings, —
Confessions dozing from an opiate pen : —
Lives of Right Reverends that have never lived,—
Deaths of good people that have really died, —
Parishioners, — hatch'd, — husbanded, — and wived, —
Bankrupts and Abbots breaking side by side !
The sacred query, — the remote response, —
The march of serious mind, extremely slow,—
The gravcr*s cut at some right agM sconce.
Famous for nothing many years ago I
B. asks of C. if Milton e'er did write
*' Comus," obscured beneath some Ludlow lid ; —
And C, next month, an answer doth indite.
Informing B. that Mr. Milton di4 \
C-2 70 SYLVAXrS UKHAX, l<o.
X. sends the portrait of a genuine flea»
Caught upon Martin Luther years agone ; —
And Mr. Parkes, of Shrewsbury, draws a bee,
Long dead, that gathered honey for King John.
There is no end of thee, — ^there is no end,
Sylvanus, of thy A, B, C, D-merits I
Thou dost, with alphabets, old walls attend.
And poke the letters into holes, like ferrets.
Go on, Sylvanus I — Bear a wary eye.
The churches cannot yet be quite run out 1
Some parishes must yet have been passed by, —
There's Bullock-Smithy has a church no doubt !
Go on — and close the eyes of distant ages I
Nourish the names of the undoubted dead !
So Epicures shall pick thy lobster-pages,
Heavy and lively, though but seldom red.
Go on ! and thrive ! Demiirest of odd fellows I
Bottling up dulneus in an ancient binn !
Still live ! still prose ! — continue still to tell us
Old truths ! no strangers, though we take them m !
63
AN ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING
COMPANY.
** Ahchkb. Uow many are there, Scrub t
Sc&UB. FlTe-and-forty, &Ir." — Beaux Stratagem,
" For sbame — ^let tbe linen alone V* — Merry Wivet of Windior,
Ma Scrub — Mr. Slop— or whoever you bo !
The Ck)ck of Steam Laundries, — the head Patentee
Of Associate Cleansers, — Chief founder and prime
Of the firm for the wholesale distilling of grime —
Co-partners and dealers, in linen's propriety —
That make washing public — and wash in society —
0 lend me your ear ! if that ear can forego
For a moment the music that bubbles below, —
From your new Surrey Geysers* all foaming and hot, —
That soft " simmers sang " so endear'd to the Scot —
If your hands may stand still, or your steam without
danger —
If your suds will not cool, and a mere simple stranger,
Both to you and to washing, may put in a rub, —
0 wipe out your Amazon arms from the tub, —
And lend me your ear, — Let me modestly plead
For a race that your labours may soon supersede—
For a race that, now washing no living afifords —
Like Grimaldi must leave their aquatic old boards,
Not with pence in their pockets to keep them at ease,
Not with bread in the funds — or investments of cheese,
* Qeyscrs :— the buillng springis in lc«;Vui^
C4 ADDKi::^^ TO Tiih SILAM WAiJriiiXG C'jMrANV.
But to droop like sad willows that lived by a Btream,
Which the sun has sudk*d up into Yapoor and steam.
Ah, look at the laundress, before you begrudge
Her hard daily bread to that laudable drudge —
When chanticleer singeth his earliest matinSy
She slips her amphibious feet in her pattens,
And beginneth her toil while the mom is still grey,
As if she was washing the night into day —
Not with sleeker or rosier fingers Aurora
Beginneth to scatter the dewdrops before her ;
Not Venus that rose from the biUow so early,
Look*d down on the foam with a forehead more ^peor/jr *«-
Her head is involved in an aiSrial mist.
And a bright-beaded bracelet encircles her wrist ;
Her visage glows warm with the ardour of duty ;
She's Industry's moral — she's all moral beauty 1
Growing brighter and brighter at every rub-
Would any man ruin her I — No, Mr. Scrub I
No man that is manly would work her mishaps-
No man that is manly would covet her cap —
Nor her apron — her hose — nor her gown made of stuflf —
Nor her gin — nor her tea — nor her wet pinch of snuff!
Alas I so J\A thought — ^but that slippery hope
Has betray*d hor — as though she had trod on her soap !
And she, — ^whose support, — ^like the fishes that fly.
Was to have her fins wet, must now drop from her sky-
She whose living it was, and a part of her fare.
To be damp'd once a day, like the great white sea bear.
With her hands like a sponge, and her head like a mop-
Quito a living absorbent that revell'd in slop-
She that paddled in water, must walk upon sand,
And sigh for her deeps like a turtle on land 1
• Query, jJurZy /— Priuter's I>eviL
ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY. 65
Lo, then, the poor laundress, all wretched she stands,
Instead of a counterpane, wringing her hands !
All haggard and pinch'd, going down in life's vale,
With no faggot for huming, like Allan-a-Dale !
No smoke from her flue — and no steam from her pane.
Where once she watch*d heaven, fearing God and the rain —
Or gazed o'er her bleach-field so fairly engross' d.
Till the lines wandered idle from pillar to post !
Ah, where are the playful yoimg pinners — ah, where
The harlequin quilts that cut capers in air —
The brisk waltzing stockings — the white and the black.
That danced on the tight-rope, or swung on the slack —
The light sylph-like garments, so tenderly pinn'd.
That blew into shape, and embodied the wind !
There was white on the grass — there was white on the spray —
Her garden — it look'd like a garden of May !
But now all is dark — not a shirt's on a shrub —
You've ruin'd her prospects in life, Mr. Scrub !
You've ruin'd her custom — now families dix)p her —
From her silver reduced — nay, reduced from her copper /
The last of her washing is done at her eye.
One poor little kerchief that never gets dry !
From mere lack oflinen she can't lay a cloth,
And boils neither barley nor alkaline broth, —
But her children come round her as victuals grow scant,
And recal, with foul faces, the source of their want —
When she thinks of their poor little mouths to be fed,
And then thinks of her trade that is utterly dead,
And even its pearlashes laid in the grave —
Whilst her tub is a-dry-rotting, stave after stave,
And the greatest of Coopers, ev'n he that they dub
Sir Astley, can't bind up her heart or her tub, —
Need you wonder she curses your bones, "Mr. Sct>3X>\
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66 ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY.
Need you wonder, when steam has deprived her of bread,
If she prays that the evil may visit your head —
Nay, scald all the heads of your Washing Committee, —
If she wishes you all the soot blacks of the City —
In short, not to mention all plagues without number.
If she wishes you all in the Wash at the Humber I
Ah, perhaps, in some moment of drowth and despair.
When her linen got scarce, and her washing grew rare—
When the sum of her suds might be summ'd in a bowl,
And the rusty cold iron quite entered her soul —
When, perhaps, the lost glance of her wandering eye
Had caught " the Cock Laundresses' Coach " going by.
Or her lines that hung idle, to waste the fine weather.
And she thought of her wrongs and her rights both together,
In a lather of passion that froth' d as it rose.
Too angry for grammar, too lofty for prose,
On her sheet — if a sheet were still left her — to write.
Some remonstrance like this then, perchance, saw the light —
LETTER OF REMONSTRANCE
FROM BEIDGET JONES TO THE KOBLEMEN ANT) GENTLEMEN FORMING
THE WASHING COMMITTEE.
— ♦ —
It's a shame, so it is — men can't Let alone
Jobs as is Woman's right to do — and go about there Own—
Theh^ Reforms enuflf Alreddy without your new schools
For washing to sit Up,— and push the Old Tubs from their
stools!
But your just like the Raddicals, — for upsetting of the Sudds
When the world wogg'd well enuff~and Wommen i;\iish'd
jm^x old dirty duds.
ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPAinr. 67
Fm Certain sure Enuff your Ann Sisters had no steam
Indins, that's Flat, —
Bat I Warrant your Four Fathers went as Tidy and gentle*
manny for all that —
I suppose your the Family as lived in the Great Kittle
I see on Clapham Commim, some times a veiy considerable
period back when I were little,
And they Said it went with Steem, — But that was a joke I
For I never see none come of it, — that's out of it — but only
sum Smoak —
And for All your Power of Horses about your Indians you
never had but Two
In my tune to draw you About to Fairs— and hang you, you
know that's true !
And for All your fine Perspcctuscs, — ^howsomever you be-
whidi 'em.
Theirs as Pretty ones off Primerows Hill, as ever a one at
Mitchum,
Thof I cant sea What Prospectives and washing has with one
another to Do —
It ant as if a Bird'seye Hankichcr can take a Birds-high view !
But Thats your look-out — I've not much to do with that —
But picas God to hold up fine,
Id show you caps and pinners and small things as lillywhit
as Ever crosst the Lino
Without going any Father off then Little Parodies Place,
And Thats more than you Can— and 111 say it behind yout
face —
But when Folks talks of washing, it ant for you too Speaky^^
As kept Dockter Pattywn out of his Shirtr for a Weak I
Thinks I, when I heard it — Well thear's a Pretty go !
That comes o' not marking of things or wasKlu^ <i>xt \fcA
roarkf^ and Huddling 'cm up so \
68 ADDBESS TO THE STEAM WASHINO COMPANY.
Tm Their freuds comes and owns tbem, like drownded
corpeses in a Vault,
But may Hap you bavint Lam'd to spel — and That ant your
Fault,
Only you ought to leafs the Linnius to them as has Lam'd, —
For if it wamt for Washing, — and whare Bills is conearnd,
Wbat'fl the Yuse, of all the world, for a Wommans Hoadi-
catioD,
And Their Being maid Schollards of Sundays—fit for any
Cityfttion 1
Well, what I says is tliis— when every Kittle has its
spout,
Theirs no ncad for Compnnjs to puff ateom about !
To be sure its very Well, when Their ant enuflf Wind
For blowing up Boats with, — but not to hurt human Icind,
Like that Pearkins with his Blunderbush, that's loaded with
hot water,
Thof a xSherrif might know Better, than make things for
slaugbtter.
As if War wamt Cruel cnuff— whereTcr it befalls.
Without shooting poor st^ei-s, with sich scrJding 1 irpi n iiab'uig •
bolla,—
But thats net so Bad as a Sott of Bear Fiiced Sort
As joins their Sopea together, and sits up £
aubs,
ForwaahingDirt Cheap,— and eating otli r ;■ ; l' ■„
Which is ail verry Fine for you and your ' .''...lL '
But I wonders How Poor Wommen is to |,;-.t C,^^
They must drink Hunt waah (the only w
will boll ~
• Ti'a word b
ADDRESS TO THE STEAU WASHISG COMPANY. 69
And their Little drop of Sum u tilings aa tUcy takes for their
Goods,
'Whea you and your Steam has ruined (G — d forgive mee)
their lively Hoods,
Poor Women aa was bom to Washing in their youth I
And now must go aiid Lara other BuiaueascB Four Sooth t
But if BO bo They leave tlicir Lines what are they to go at —
They won't do for AngcH's — nor any Trade like That,
Nor wo cant Sow Uabliy Work, — for that's all Bespoke, —
For the QueakeN in Bridle ! and a vast of the confind Folk
Do their own of Tliomaclves— e*en the betteimost of em
aye, and evu them of middling degrees —
^Vhy — Lauk help you — Ikbby Linen ant Bread and Cheese !
Nor we can't go a hammering tho roads into Dust,
But wo must all go aud bo Itaakers, Like Mr. Uaishss and
Mr. Chaml>er, and that's what we must I
God nose you oght to hovo moro Coneein for our Sect^
\Vhen you nose you have suck'd na and banged mmd our
Muthcrly necks.
And romemliera what you Owes to Fouudoi Lmda
washing —
11 au^U^e you, like Men to got slating and thabing
' — "^- * ^ ofFemtiti labtn
it Beat Goi-aenl xiuaai, ut
iaamjhbinn—
r
^
70 ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASUIKQ COMPANY.
For man warut maid for Wommens starvatiou,
Nor to do away Laundrisses as is Links of Creation —
And cant be dun without in any Countiy But a naked Hot-
tinpot Nation.
Ah, I wish our Mimster would take one of your Tubba
And preaoh a Sermon in it, and give you some good rubs —
But I warrants you reads (for you cant spel we nose) nyther
Bybills or Good Tracks,
Or youd no better than Taking the Close off one's Backs —
And let your neighbours Oxin an Asses alone, —
And every Thing thats hem, — and give every one their
Hone !
Well, its God for us All, and every Washer Wommen for
herself.
And so you might, without shoving any on us off the shelf.
But if you wamt Noddis youd Let wommen a-be
And pull off your Pattins, — and leave the washing to wo
That nose what's what — Or mark what I say,
Youl make a fine Kittle of fish of Your Close some Day —
When the Aulder men wants Their Bibs and their ant nun
at all,
And Crismass cum— and never a Cloth to lay in Gild Hall,
Or send a damp shirt to his Woship the Mare
Till hes rumatiz Poor Man, and cant set uprite to do good
in his Harm Chare —
Besides Miss-Matching Lamed Ladys Hose, as is sent for you
not to wash (for you dont wash) but to stew
And make Peples Stockins yeller as oght to be Blew,
With a vast more like That, — and all along of Stcem
Which wamt meand by Nater for any sich skeam —
But thats your Losses and youl have to make It Good,
And. J cant saj I'm sorry, afore God, if you shoud,
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY. 71
For men mought Get their Bread a great many ways
Without taking onm, — aye, and Moor to your Prays,*
If You Was even to Turn Dust Men a dry sifting Dirt,
But you oughtint to Hurt Them as never Did You no Hurt!
Youm with Auymocity,
Bridget Jones.
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY.
*' Bj the North Pole I do challenge thee ! **
Love's Labour's Lott,
Parbt, my man ! has thy bravo log
Yet struck its foot against the peg
On which the world is spim ]
Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare
Writ by the hand of Nature there
Where man has never run ?
Hast thou yet traced the Great Unknown
Of channels in the Frozen Zone
* The followmg additional lines were inaeited in the third edition :-^
" Yoa might go and skim the creme o£f Mr. Mack- Adam' a milky ways
— that*s what you might,
Or bete Carpets— or get into Farleamint, — or drive crahrolay« from
morning to night,
Or, if you most be of our sects, be Watchemen, and slepe upon a
poste !
(Which is an od way of sleping I mnst say,— and a very hard pillow
at most,)
Or yon might be any trade, as we are not on that Tm awares.
Or be Watermen now, (not Water wommen) and roe people np and
down Hongerford stares.*'
ODB TO CAPTAIN PARRY.
Or held at Icy Bay,
Hast thou still miss'd the proper track
For homeward Indian men that lack
A bracing by the way ?
Still hast thou wasted toil and trouble
On nothing but the North-Sea Bubble
Of geographic scholar ?
Or found new ways for ships to shape,
Instead of winding round the Cape,
A short cut through the collar I
Hast found the way that sighs were sent to *
The Pole — ^though God knows whom they went to 1
That track reveal'd to Pope —
Or if the Arctic waters sally,
Or terminate in some blind alley,
A chilly path to grope ?
Alas ! though Ross, in love with snows,
Has painted them ootdeur de rose.
It is a dismal doom.
As Claudio saith, to Winter thrice,
" In regions of thick-ribbM ice " —
All bright, — and yet all gloom I
'Tis well for Gheber souls that sit
Before the fire and worship it
With pecks of WaUsend coals.
With feet upon the fender's front,
Roasting their corns — like Mr. Hunt —
To speculate on poles.
<* And vaft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.**— JSZoita io AMard,
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY. 73
Tis easy for our Naval Board —
'Tis easy for our Civic Lord
Of London and of case.
That lies in ninety feet of down.
With fur on his nocturnal gown,
To talk of Frozen Seas !
'Tis fine for Monsieur Ude to sit,
And prate about the mimdano spit.
And babble of CooJcs track —
He*d roast the leather off his toes.
Ere he would trudge through polar snows.
To plant a British Jack !
Oh, not the proud licentious great,
That travel on a carpet skate.
Can value oils like thine !
What 'tis to take a Hecla range,
Through ice unknown to Mrs. Grange,
And alpine lumps of brine !
But we, that mount the Hill o* Rhyme,
Can tell how hard it is to climb
The lofty slippery steep.
Ah ! there are more Snow Hills than that
Which doth black Newgate, like a hat.
Upon its forehead, keep.
Perchance thou rt now — while I am writing —
Feeling a bear*s wet grinder biting
About thy frozen spine !
Or thou thyself art eating whale,
Oily, and underdone, and stale.
That, haply, cross'd thy line I
64 ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPAKT.
But to droop like sad willows that liTod by a stream,
Whioh the sun has suck*d up into yapour and steam.
Ah, look at the laundress, before you begrudge
Her hard daily bread to that laudable drudge —
When chanticleer singeth his earliest matins,
She slips her amphibious feet in her pattens,
And beginneth her toil while the mom is still grey,
As if she was washing the night into day —
Not with sleeker or rosier fingers Aurora
Beginneth to scatter the dewdrops before her ;
Not Venus that rose from the billow so early,
Look'd down on the foam with a forehead more ^peor/jr *«-
Her head is involved in an atrial mist.
And a bright-beaded bracelet encircles her wrist ;
Her visage glows warm with the ardour of duty ;
She's Industry's moral — she's all moral beauty 1
Growing brighter and brighter at every rub-
Would any man ruin her I — No, Mr. Scrub I
No man that is manly would work her mishap —
No man that is manly would covet her cap —
Nor her apron — ^her hose — nor her gown made of stuff —
Nor her gin — ^nor her tea — ^nor her wet pinch of snuff I
Alas I so alie thought — ^but that slippery hope
Has betray'd her — as though she had trod on her soap !
And she, — whose support, — like the fishes that fly.
Was to have her fins wet^ must now drop from her sky«-—
She whose living it was, and a part of her fare.
To be damp'd once a day, like the great white sea bear.
With her hands like a sponge, and her head like a mop-
Quito a living absorbent that revell*d in slop-
She that paddled in water, must walk upon sand,
And sigh for her deeps like a turtle on land !
• Query, jJurZy / — Priuter'a DeviL
ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY. 65
Lo, then, the poor laundress, all wretched she stands,
Instead of a counterpane, wringing her hands !
All haggard and pinch' d, going down in life's vale.
With no faggot for burning, like Allan-a-Dale !
No smoke from her flue — and no steam from her pane.
Where once she watch'd heaven, fearing God and the rain —
Or gazed o'er her bleach-field so fairly engross' d,
Till the lines wander'd idle from pillar to post !
Ah, where are the playful yoimg pinners — ah, where
The harlequin quilts that cut capers in air —
The brisk waltzing stockings — ^the white and the black.
That danced on the tight-rope, or swung on the slack —
The light sylph-like garments, so tenderly pinn'd.
That blew into shape, and embodied the wind !
There was white on the grass — there was white on the spray —
Her garden — it look'd like a garden of May !
But now all is dark — not a shirt's on a shrub —
You've ruin'd her prospects in life, Mr. Scrub !
You've ruin'd her custom — now families dix)p her —
From her silver reduced — nay, reduced from her copper!
The last of her washing is done at her eye.
One poor little kerchief that never gets dry !
From mere lack oflinen she can't lay a cloth,
And boils neither barley nor alkaline broth, —
But her children come round her as victuals grow scant,
And recal, with foul faces, the source of their want —
When she thinks of their poor little mouths to be fed,
And then thinks of her trade that is utterly dead,
And even its pearlashes laid in the grave —
Whilst her tub is a-dry-rotting, stave after stave,
And the greatest of Coopers, ev'n he that they dub
Sir Astley, can't bind up her heart or her tub, —
Need you wonder she curses your bones, "MLt. ScTviX>\
VOL, V, ^
6fi ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY.
Need you wonder, when steam has deprived her of bread,
If she prays that the evil may visit your head —
Nay, scald all the heads of your Washing Committee, —
If she wishes you all the soot blacks of the City —
In short, not to mention all plagues without number,
If she wishes you all in the Wash at the Humbor 1
Ah, perhaps, in some moment of drowth and despair,
When her linen got scarce, and her washing grew rare—
When the sum of her suds might be summ*d in a bowl,
And the rusty cold iron quite enter'd her soul —
When, perhaps, the last glance of her wandering eye
Had caught " the Cock Laundresses' Coach " going by.
Or her lines that hung idle, to waste the fine weather,
And she thought of her wrongs and her rights both together,
In a lather of passion that froth'd as it rose.
Too angry for grammar, too lofty for prose,
On her sheet — if a sheet were still left her — to write,
Some remonstrance like this then, perchance, saw the light —
LETTER OF REMONSTRANCE
FROM BEIDGET JONES TO THE NOBLEMEN AND GENTLEMEN FORMING
THE WASHING COMMITTEE.
It's a shame, so it is— men can't Let alone
Jobs as is Woman's right to do — and go about there Own—
Theirs Reforms enuflf Alreddy without your new schools
For washing to sit Up,— and push the Old Tubs from their
stools !
But your just like the Raddicals, — for upsetting of the Sudds
When the world wagg'd well enuff-ai>d Wommen wash'd
jx>\^x old dirty duds,
ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY. 67
Fm Certain sure Enuff your Ann Sisters had no steam
Indins, that's Flat, —
But I Warrant your Four Fathers went as Tidy and gentle*
manny for all that —
I suppose your the Family as lived in the Great Kittle
I see on Clapham Commun, some times a veiy considerable
period back when I were little,
And they Said it went with Steem, — But that was a joke !
For I never see none come of it, — that's out of it — but only
sum Smoak —
And for All your Power of Horses about your Indians you
never had but Two
In my time to draw you About to Fairs — and hang you, you
know that's true !
And for All your fine Perspectuses, — ^howsomever you be-
which 'em,
Theirs as Pretty ones off Primerows Hill, as ever a one at
Mitchum,
Thof I cant sea What Prospectives and washing has with one
another to Do —
It ant as if a Bird'seye Hankichcr can take a Birds-high view !
But Thats your look-out — IVe not much to do with that —
But pleas God to hold up fine.
Id show you caps and pinners and small things as lillywhit
as Ever crosat the Line
Without going any Father off then Little Parodies Place,
And Thats more than you Can — and 111 say it behind yout
face —
But when Folks talks of washing, it ant for you too Speak,—
As kept Dockter Pattyson out of his Shiiir for a Weak I
Thinks I, when I heard it — Well thcar's a Pretty go !
That comes o' not marking of things or waalVvw^ wjA. ^'^
mark/^ Rnd If uddling 'cm up so \
68 ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY.
Till Their frends comes and owns them, like drownded
corpeses in a Vault,
But may Hap you havint Lam'd to spel — and That ant your
Fault,
Only you ought to leafe the Linnins to them as has Lam*d, —
For if it wamt for Washing, — and whare Bills is concamd,
What's the Yuse, of all the world, for a Womraans Head!-
cation,
And Their Being maid Schollards of Sundays— fit for any
Cityation ?
Well, what I says is this— when every Kittle has its
spout,
Theirs no nead for Companys to puff steam about !
To be sure its veiy Well, when Their ant enuff Wind
For blowing up Boats with, — but not to hurt human kind.
Like that Pearkins with his Blunderbush, that's loaded with
hot water,
Thof a zSherrif might know Better, than make things for
slaughtter.
As if War warut Cruel enuff— wherever it befalls.
Without shooting poor sogers, with sich scalding hot washing *
balls, —
But thats not so Bad as a Sett of Bear Faced Scrubbs
As joins their Sopes together, and sits up Steam rubbing
Qubs,
For washing Dirt Cheap, — and eating other Peple's grubs !
Which is ail verry Fine for you and your Patent Tea,
But I wonders How Poor Wommen is to get Their Beau-He !
They must drink Hunt wash (the only wash God nose there
will bo !)
* This word ij omiitcd in the later editiou.
ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY. 69
And their Little drop of Somethings as they takes for their
Goods,
When you and your Steam has ruined (G— d forgive mee)
their lively Hoods,
Poor Women as was bom to Wiushing in their youth !
And now must go and Lam other Buisnesses Four Sooth !
But if so be They leave their Lines what are they to go at —
They won't do for Angell's — nor any Trade like That,
Nor we cant Sow Babby Work, — for that's all Bespoke, —
For the Queakers in Bridle ! and a vast of the confind Folk
Do their own of Themselves— even the bettermost of em —
aye, and evn them of middling degrees —
Why — Lauk help you — Babby Linen ant Bread and Cheese !
Nor we can't go a hammering the roads into Dust,
But we must all go and be Bankers, Like Mr. Marshes and
Mr. Chamber, and that's what we must !
God nose you oght to have more Concern for our Sects,
When you nose you have suck'd us and hanged round our
Mutherly necks.
And remembers what you Owes to Wommen Besides
washing—
You ant, blame you, like Men to go a slushing and sloshing
In mob caps, and pattins, adoing of Females Labers
And prettily jear'd At, you great Horse God-meril things, ant
you now by your next door nayhbours —
Lawk, I thinks I see you with your Sleaves tuckt up
No more like Washing than is drownding of a Pupp —
And for all Your Fine Water Works going round and round
They'll scmntch your Bones some day — I'll be bound
And no more nor be a gudgement, — for it cant come to
good
To sit up agin Providince, which your a doing, — nor not fit
It should.
70 ADDRESS TO THE STEAM WASHING COMPANY.
For man warut maid for Wommens stanratiou,
Nor to do away Laundrisses as is Links of Creation —
And oant be dun without in any CJountry But a naked Hot-
tinpot Nation.
Ah, I wish our Minister would take one of your Tubbs
And preach a Sermon in it, and give you some good rubs —
But I warrants you reads (for you cant spel we nose) nyther
Bybills or Qood Tracks,
Or youd no better than Taking the Close ofif one's Backs —
And let your neighbours Oxin an Asses alone, —
And every Thing thats hem, — and give every one their
Hone !
Well, its God for us All, and every Washer Wommcn for
herself,
And so you might, without shoving any on us o£f the shelf.
But if you wamt Noddis youd Let wommen a-be
And pull ofif yoiu* Pattins, — and leave the washing to we
That nose what's what — Or mark what I say,
Youl make a fine Kittle of fish of Your Close some Day —
When the Aulder men wants Their Bibs and their ant nun
at aU,
And Crismass cum—and never a Cloth to lay in Gild Hall,
Or send a damp shirt to his Woship the Mare
Till hcs rumatiz Poor Man, and cant set uprite to do good
in his Harm Chare —
Besides Miss-Matching Lamed Ladys Hose, as is sent for you
not to wash (for you dont wash) but to stew
And make Peples Stockins yeller as oght to be Blew,
With a vast more like That, — and all along of Steem
Which wamt meand by Nater for any sich skeam —
But thats your Losses and youl have to make It Good,
And^ I cant say I'm sorry, afore God, if you shoud,
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY. 71
For men mougbt Qet their Bread a great many ways
Without taking oum, — aye, and Moor to your Prays,*
If You Was even to Turn Dust Men a dry sifting Dirt,
But you oughtint to Hurt Them as never Did You no Hurt!
Youm with Anymocity,
Bridget Joxe&
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY.
*< Bj the North Pole I do challenge tlee ! "
Lovt^i Labour' i Lost,
Parbt, my man ! has thy bravo leg
Yet struck its foot against the peg
On which the world is spun ]
Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare
Writ by the hand of Nature there
Where man haa never run ?
Hast thou yet traced the Great Unknown
Of channels in the Frozen Zone
* The following additional linos were inserted in the third edition v^
*' Yon might go and skim the creme o£f Mr. Mack-Adam's milky ways
— that*8 what you might,
Or bete Carpets—or get into Farleamint, — or diive crabrolays from
morning to night,
Or, if you most be of oar sects, be Watchemen, and slepe upon a
poste !
(Which is an od way of sleping I mnst say, — and a Tery hard pillow
at most,)
Or yon might be any trade, as we are not on that Tm awares,
Or be Watermen now, (not Water wommen) and roe people np and
down Hungerfjrd stares."
72 ODE TO CAPTAIN PARBY.
Or held at Icy Bay,
Hast thou still miss*d the proper track
For homeward Indian men that lack
A bracing by the way ?
Still hast thou wasted toil and trouble
On nothing but the North-Sea Bubble
Of geographic scholar 7
Or found new ways for ships to shape,
Instead of winding round the Cape,
A short cut through the collar I
Hast found the way that sighs were sent to *
The Pole — ^though God knows whom they went to 1
Tliat track reveal'd to Pope —
Or if the Arctic waters sally.
Or terminate in some blind aUey,
A chilly path to grope ?
Alas ! though Ross, in love with snows,
Has painted them cotUeur de rose,
It is a dismal doom,
As Claudio saith, to Winter thrice,
" In regions of thick-ribbed ice " —
All bright, — and yet all gloom I
'Tis well for Gheber souls that sit
Before the fire and worship it
With pecks of Wallsend coals,
With feet upon the fender's front.
Roasting their corns — ^like Mr. Hunt-
To speculate on poles.
* ** And waft a sigh from Indus to the Vole,**— Ehita to Ahelard,
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARBY. 73
'Ti8 easy for our Naval Board —
'Tis easy for our Civic Lord
Of London and of ease.
That lies in ninety feet of down,
With fur on his nocturnal gown.
To talk of Frozen Seas !
'Tis fine for Monsieur Ude to sit,
And prate about the mimdane spit,
And babble of CooJcs track —
He*d roast the leather off his toes,
Ere he would trudge through polar snows.
To plant a British Jack I
Oh, not the proud licentious great,
That travel on a carpet skate.
Can value oils like thine !
What 'tis to take a Hecla range.
Through ice unknown to Mrs. Grange,
And alpine lumps of brine 1
But we, that mount the Hill o* Rhyme,
Can tell how hard it is to climb
The lofty slippery steep.
Ah ! there are more Snow Hills than that
Which doth black Newgate, like a hat.
Upon its forehead, keep.
Perchance thou'rt now — while I am writing-
Feeling a bear's wet grinder biting
About thy frozen spine I
Or thou thyself art eating whale.
Oily, and underdone, and stale,
That, haply, cross'd thy lino I
n ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY.
But m not dream such dreams of ill —
Rather will I believe thee still
Safe cellar* d in the snow, —
Reciting many a gallant story
Of British kings and British gloiy,
To crony Esquimaux —
Cheering that dismal game where Night
Makes one slow move from black to white
Through all the tedious year, —
Or smitten by some fond frost fair,
That comb*d out crystals from her hair,
Wooing a seal-skin dear !
So much a long communion tends,
As Byron says, to make us friends
With what we daily view —
God knows the daintiest taste may come
To love a nose that's like a plum
In marble, cold and blue !
To dote on hair, an oily fleece I
As though it hung from Helen o* Greece^
They say that love prevails
Ev'n in the veriest polar land —
And surely she may steal thy hand
That used to steal thy nails !
But ah, ere thou art fixt to many,
And take a polar Mrs. Parry,
Think of a six months* gloom —
Think of the wintiy waste, and hers,
Each fumish'd with a dozen /z^r^
Think of thine icy dome I
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY. 75
Think of the children bom to blubber I
Ah me ! host thou an Indian rubber
Inside ! — ^to hold a meal
For months^ — about a stone and half
Of whale, and part of a sea calf —
A fillet of salt veal ! —
Some walrus ham — ^no trifle but
A decent steak — a solid cut
Of seal — ^no wafer slice !
A reindeer's tongue and drink beside !
Gallons of sperm — ^not rectified 1
And pails of water-ice !
Oh, canst thou fast and then feast thus f
Still come away, and teach to us
Those blessed alternations —
To-day, to run our dinners fine.
To feed on air and then to dine
With Civic Corporations —
To save th' Old Bailey daily shilling.
And then to take a half-year's filling
In P. N.'s pious Row —
When ask'd to hock and haunch o* von'son.
Through something we have worn our pens on
For Longman and his Co.
0 come and tell us what the Pole i
Whether it singular and sole is, —
Or straight, or crooked bent,—
If very thick or very thin, —
Made of what wood — and if akin
To those there be in Kcutt
76 ODE TO I. iPTAlN PARRY.
There*B Combe, theru*8 Spurzheim, and there's Gall,
Have talk'd of poles — ^yet, after all,
What has the public leam'd f
And Hunt*s account roust still defer,—
He sought the poll at Westminster —
And is not yet returtCd I
Alyanly asks if whist, dear soul,
Is play'd in snow towns near the Pole,
And how the fur-man deals ?
And Eldon doubts if it be true,
Tbit icy Chancellors reaUy do
Dxist upou the koU ?
R*rrow, by well-fed office-grates,
Talks of his own bechristen'd Straits,
And longs that he were there ;
And Croker, in his cabriolet, ^
Sighs o'er his brown horse, at his Bay,
And pants to cross the mer I
0 come away, and set us right.
And, haply, throw a northern light
On questions such as these : —
Whether, when this drown'd world was lost,
The surflux waves were lock'd in firost.
And turu'd to Icy Seas 1
Is Ursa Major white or black ]
Or do the Polar tribes attack
Their neighbours — and what for %
Whether they ever play at cuffs,
And then, if they take off their muffs
In pugilistic war 1
ODE TO CAPTAIN PARRY. 77
Tell U8y is Winter champion there,
As in onr milder fighting air 1
Say, what are Chilly loans ?
What cures they have for rheums beside.
And if their hearts got ossified
From eating bread of bones ?
Whether they are such dwarfs — ^the quicker
To drculate the vital liquor, — *
And then, from head to heel —
How short the Methodists must choose
Their dumpy envoys not to lose
Their toes in spite of zeal ?
Whether 'twill soften or sublime it
To preach of Hell in such a climate —
Whether may Wesley hope
To win their souls— or that old function
Of seals — ^with the extreme of unction —
Bespeaks them for the Pope 7
Whether the lamps will e'er be "leam'd "
Where six months' " midnight oil " is bmu'd,
Or letters must defer
With people that have never conn'd
An A. B. C, but live beyond
The Sound of Lancaster 1
0 oome away at any rate —
Well hast thou eam'd a downier stato,
With all thy hardy peers —
'« BaffoAi
ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQ.
Good lack, thou must be glad to smell dock.
And rub thy feet with opodeldoc.
After such frosty years.
Mayhap, some gentle dame at last,
Smit by the perils thou hast pass'd,
However coy before,
Shall bid thee now set up thy rest
In that Brest ffarbour, woman's breast,
And tempt the Fates no more !
ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQ.,
THE GREAT LESSEE !
— •—
'* RoTiR. I>o yon know, you TiUain, that I am this moment tbo groateit
man U?ing V'—WUd OaU,
Oh ! Great Lessee I Great Manager ! Greai Man 1
Oh, Lord High EUiston ! Immortal Pan
Of all the pipes that play in Drury Lane !
Macreadj's master I Westminster s high Dans
(As Galway Martin, in the House's walls,
Hamlet and Doctor Ireland justly calls)
Fiiend to the sweet and ever-smiling Spring !
Magici;»n of the )amp and prompter's ring !
Prury's Aladdin ! Whipper-in of actors !
Eu^er of rebel preface-malefactors !
Glass-blowers' corrector I King of the cheque-taker 1
At oijLce Great Leamington and Winston- Maker I
Dramatic Bolter of plain Bunns and cakes !
Ja silken Jkose the most reform'd of Bales /
ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQ. 79
Oh, Lord High Elliston ! lend me au ear !
(Poole is away, and Williams shall keep clear)
While I, in little slips of prose, not rerse,
Thy splendid course, as pattern-work, rehearse I
Bright was thy youth — ^thy manhood brighter still-—
The greatest Romeo upon Holbom Hill —
Lightest comedian of the pleasant day.
When Jordan threw her sunshine o'er a play 1 *
But these, though happy, were but subject times,
And no man cares for bottom-steps, that climbs —
Far from my wish it is to stifle down
The hours that saw thee snatch the Surrey crown !
Though now thy hand a mightier sceptre wields.
Fair was thy reign in sweet St. George's Fields.
Dibdin was Premier — and a Golden Age
For a short time enrich'd the subject stage.
Thou hadst, than other Kings, more peace-and-plenty ;
Ours but one Bench could boast, but thou liadst twenty ;
But the times changed — and Booth-acting no more
Drew Rulers* shillings to the gallery door.
Thou didst, with bag and baggage, wander thence,
Repentant, like thy neighbour Magdalens !
Next, the Olympic Games were tried, each feat
Practised the most bewitching in Wych Street
Charles had his royal ribaldry restored,
And in a downright neighbourhood drank and whored ;
* Additional lines in third edition : —
•* When fair Thalia held a merry reign,
And Wit Tas at her Court in Dmry Lane,
Before the day when Authors wrote, of course,
The Entertainment not for Man V>nt Honia?^
80 ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQ.
Rochester there in dirtj ways again
Revell'd — and lived once more in Druiy Lane :
But thou, R W. ! kept thy moral ways,
Pit-lecturing 'twixt the farces and the plays,
A lamplight Irving to the butcher-boys
That soil*d the benches and that made a noise : — ^
" You, — in the back ! — can scarcely hear a line !
Down from those benches — butchers — ^they are mink I'
Lastly — aad thou wert built for it by nature l-^
Crown'd waa thy head in Drury Lane Theatre I
Gentle Geoi^o Robins saw that it was good,
And renters cluck' d around thee in a brood
King thou wert made of Druiy and of Kean !
Of many a lady and of many a Quean !
With Poole and Larpent was thy reign begun —
But now thou tumest from the Dead and Dun,
Hook's in thine eye, to write thy plays, no doubt,
Aad Colman lives to cut the damnlcts out !
Oh, worthy of the house 1 the King's commission !
Isn't thy condition '' a most bless'd condition 1"
Thou reignest over Winston, Eean, and all
The veiy lofty and the veiy smaU —
Showest the plumbless Bunn the way to kick —
Eeepest a Williams for thy veriest stick —
* Additional lines iu third edition : —
*'Bebuking — half a Robert, half a Charles, —
The vell-biird man that caU*d for promised Carles.
' Sir— have you yet to know ! Hash — hear me out !
A man — pray silence —may be down with gout.
Or want — or, sir — aw I — listen I — may be fated,
Being in debt, to be incarcerated V "
ODE TO R. W. ELLISTON, ESQ. 81
Seest a Yestris in her sweetest moments,
Without the danger of newspaper comments^-
Tellest Macreadj, as none dared before,
Thine open mind from the half-open door ! —
(Alas ! I fear he has left Melpomene's crown.
To be a Boniface in Buxton town ])-^
Thou holdst the watch, as half-price people know,
And callest to them, to a moment, — " Go 1"
Teachest the sapient Sapio how to sing —
Hangest a cat most oddly by the wing — *
Hast known the length of a Cubitt-foot — and kiss'd
The pearly whiteness of a Stephen's wrist —
Kissing and pitying — tender and humane !
" By heaven she loves me ! Oh, it is too plain !"
A sigh like this thy trembling passion slips.
Dimpling the warm Madeira at thy lips !
Go on. Lessee ! Go on, and prosper well !
Fear not, though forty glass-blowers should rebel — •
Show them how thou hast long befriended them.
And teach Dubois their treason to condemn 1
Go on ! addressing pits in prose and worse !
Be long, be slow, be anything but terse —
Kiss to the gallery the hand that's gloved —
Make Bunn the Great, and Winston the Beloved,t
* Additional lines in third edition : —
*' (To proTe, no doubt, the endless free-list ended,
And all, except the pnblic press, suspended.)**
f Additional lines in third edition : —
** Ask the two-shilling gods for leare to dnn
With words the cheaper deities in the One I
Kick Mr. Poole unseen from scene to scene,
Oane WillLams still, and stick to Mr. KesA^
82 ADDRESS TO MARTA DARLINGTOK.
Go on — and but in thifi reyerse the thing.
Walk backward with wax lights before the King-
Go on i Spring ever in thine eye ! Go on I
Hope's favourite child ! ethereal Elliston !
ADDRESS TO MARIA DARLINGTON
ON H£B UETUBN TO THE STAOB.
— ♦ —
'*It was Maria ! —
And better fate did Maria deeerre than to hart her banna forbid—
She had, since that, she told me, strayed aa far as Rome, and walked
round St. Peter*s once— and returned back — ."
See the vhole story in Sterne and the newtpaptn.
Thou art come back again to the stage
Quite as blooming as when thou didst leave it ;
And 'tis well for this fortunate age
That thou didst not, by going oflf, grieve it !
It is pleasant to see thee again —
Right pleasant to see thee, by Herein,
Unmolested by pea-colour'd Hayne !
And free from that thou-and-thee Berkeley !
Thy sweet foot, my Foote, is as light
(Not my Foote^I speak by correction)
As the snow on some mountain at night,
Or the snow that has long on thy neck shone.
Warn from the benches all the rabble ront ;
Say ' those are mine — in parliament or out 1 * —
Swing cats, for in this house there*s surely space,
Oh, Beasley for such pastime planned the place !
Do anything l—Thy frame, thy fortune, nourish t
Lau^h and grow fat ! be eloquent and flourish 1**
ADDRESS TO MARU DARLmOTON. 83
The Pit is in raptures to free thee,
The Boxes impatient to greet thee.
The Galleries quite clam*rous to see thee,
And thy scenic relations to meet thee !
Ah, where was thy sacred retreat 1
Maria ! ah, where hast thou been.
With thy two little wandering Feet,
Far away fh)m all peace and pea-green !
Far away from Fitzhardinge the bold,
Far away from himself and his lot !
I envy the place thou hast stroll'd.
If a stroller thou art — which thou'rt not !
Sterne met thee, poor wandering thing,
Methinks, at the dose of the day —
When thy Billy had just slipp'd his string.
And thy little dog quite gone astray —
He bade thee to sorrow no more-
He wish'd thee to lull thy distress
In his bosom — he couldn't do more,
And a Christian could hardly do loss I
Ah, me ! for thy small plaintive pipe,
I fear we must look at thine eye —
That eye — forced so often to wipe
That the handkerchief never got dry !*
Oh smre *tis a barbarous deed
To give pain to the feminine mind —
But the wooer that left thee to bleed
Was a creatiure more killing than kind t
* In the third edition :-^
" I would it were my Inck to wipe
That hazel orb thoronj^hly dry l"
84 ODE TO MABIA DARLIKOTOlf.
The man that could tread on a worm
Is a brute — and inhuman to boot ;
But he merits a much harsher term
That can wantonly tread on a Foote I
Soft mercy and gentleness blend
To make up a Quaker— but he
That Bpum*d thee could scarce be a Frvtnd^
Though he dealt in that Thou-ing of thee I
They that loyed thee, Maria, have flown !
The friends of the midsummer hour !
But those friends now in anguish atone.
And mourn o'er thy desolate bow'r.
Friend Hayne, the Green Man, is quite out.
Yea, utterly out of his bias ;
And the fiuthful Fitzhardinge, no doubt.
Is counting his Atc Marias !
Ah, where wast thou driyen away,
To feast on thy desolate woe 1
We haye witness'd thy weeping in play.
But none saw the earnest tears flow-
Perchance thou wert truly forlorn, —
Though none but the fairies could mark
Where they hung upon some Berkeley thorn.
Or the thistles in Burderop Park !
Ah, perhaps, when old age's white snow
Has silver'd the crown of Hayne's nob—
For even the greenest will grow
As hoary as " White-headed Bob—-"
ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D. «5
HeUl wish, in the days of his prime.
He had been rather kinder to one
He hath left to the malice of Time—
A woman — so weak and imdone !
ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D.,
AUTHOR OF ** THE COOK's ORACLE," ** OBRERYATIOKS ON VOCAL
KT78IC," "the art OF INVIGORATINO AND PROLONGING LIFE,*'
" PRACTICAL OBSERVATIONS ON TELESCOPES, OPERA-GLASSES, AND
SPECTACLES," '* THE HOUSEKEEPER'S LEDGER," AND ''THE PLEA-
SURE OF MAKING A WILL."
** I rnle the roast, as Milton says V*^Caleh Quotem.
Hail ! multifarious man !
Thou Wondrous, Admirable Kitchen Crichton !
Bom to enlighten
The laws of Optics, Peptics, Music, Cooking —
Master of the Piano — and the Pan —
As busy with the kitchen as the skies !
Now looking
At some rich stew through Galileo's eyes, —
Or boiling eggs — ^timed to a metronome —
As much at home
In spectacles as in mere isinglass —
In the art of frying brown— as a digression
On music and poetical expression, —
Whereas, how few, of all our cooks, alas 1
Could tell Calliope from " Calipee ! *'
How few there be
Could cleave ^the lowest for the highest stories,
(Observatories,)
80 ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D.
And turn, like thee, Diana*s calculator,
However cooJ^s synonymous with KaJter* I
Alas ! still let me say.
How few could lay
The carving knife beside the tuning fork.
Like the proverbial Jack ready for any work !
Oh, to behold thy features in thy book !
Thy proper head and shoulders in a plate,
How it would look !
With one raised eye watching the dial's date.
And one upon the roast, gently cast down —
Thy chops — done nicely brown —
The garnished brow — with " a few leaves of bay " —
The hair — " done Wiggy's way ! "
And still one studious finger near thy brains,
As if thou wert just come
From editing of some
New soup— or hashing Dibdin*s cold remains !
Or, Orpheus-like, — fresh from thy dying strains
Of music,— Epping luxuries of sound.
As Milton says, " in many a bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,'*
While all thy tame stuflTd leopards listen*d round !
Oh, rather thy whole proper length reveal,
Standing like Fortune, — on the jack — ^thy wheel.
(Thou art, like Fortune, full of chops and changes,
Thou hast a fillet too before thine eye !)
Scanning our kitchen, and our vocal ranges,
As though it were the same to sing or fiy —
' Cbptain Kater, the moon*8 snireyor.
ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D. 87
Nay, BO it is — ^hear how Miss Paton's throat
Makes " fritters " of a note !*
And is not reading near akin to feeding,
Or why should Oxford Sausages be fit
Receptacles for wit ?
Or why should Cambridge put its little, smart,
Minced brains into a Tart ?
Nay, then, thou wert but wise to frame receipts,
Book-treats,
Equally to instruct the Cook and cram her —
Receipts to be devoured, as well as read^
The Culinary Art in gingerbread —
The Kitchen's £aten Grammar !
Oh, very pleasant is thy motley page —
Aye, very pleasant in its chatty vein —
So — in a kitchen — would have talked Montaigne.
That merry Cxascon — humourist, and sage !
Let slender minds with single themes engage.
Like Mr. Bowles with his eternal Pope,t —
Or Lovelass upon Wills, — Thou goest on
Plaiting ten topics, like Tate Wilkinson !
Thy brain is like a rich Kaleidoscope,
StufiTd with a brilliant medley of odd bits,
And erer shifting on from change to change^
* Additional lines in third edition : —
** And how Tom Cook (Fryer and Singer born
By name and nature) oh ! how night and mom
He for the nicest public taste doth dish up
The good things from that Pan of mnsio— Biahop ! **
f Additional lines in third edition : —
** Or Haydon on perpetual Haydon, — or
Home on—' Twice three make ioxa.' "*
88 ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D.
Saucepans — old Songs — Pills — Spectacles — and Spits f
Thy range is wider than a Hamford range !
Thy grasp a miracle ! — till I recall
Th' indubitable cause of thy variety —
Thou art, of course, th' Epitome of all
That spying — ^fiying — singing — mix'd Society
Of Scientific Friends, who used to meet
Welsh Rabbits — and thyself — ^in Warren Street »
Oh, hast thou still those Convjlsazioni,
Where learned visitors discoursed — and fed 1
There came Belzoni,
Fresh from the ashes of Egyptian dead —
AlJ gentle Poki — and that Royal Pair,
Of whom thou didst declare —
'* Thanks to the greatest Cooke we ever lead —
They were — what Sandwiches should be — ^half bred I "
There famed M^Adam from his manual toil
Relaxed — and freely own'd he took thy hints
On " makmg Broth with FlinU "—
There Parry came, and show'd thee polar oil
For melted butter — Combe with his medullary
Notions about the Shullery,
And Mr. Poole, too partial to a broil —
There witty Rogers came, that punning elf !
Who used to swear thy book
Would really look
A Delphic « Oracle," if laid on Del/—
There, once a month, came Campbell and discuss*d
His own — and thy own — " Magazine of Taste " —
There Wilberforce the Just
Came, in his old black suit, till once he traced
ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.U. 83
Thy dy advice to Poachers of Black Folks, —
That " do not break their yolh,'^ —
Which hufiTd him home, in grave disgust and haste !
There came John Clare, the poet, nor forbore
Thy Fatties — thou wert hand-and-glove with Moore,
Who caird thee « EitcJien Addison "—for why ?
Thou givest rules for Health and Peptic Pills,
Forms for made dishes, and receipts for Wills,
*' Teaching us how to live and how to die ! "
There came thy Cousin-Cook, good Mrs. Fry —
There Trench, the Thames Projector, first brought on
His sine Qxiay non, —
There Martin would drop in on Monday eves,
Or Fridays, from the pens, and raise his breath
'Gainst cattle days and death, —
Answer'd by Mellish, feeder of fat beeves,
Who swore that Frenchmen never could be eager
For fighting on soup meagre —
" And yet (as thou wouldst add) the French have seen
A Marshal Tureen 1 "
Great was thy Evening Cluster ! — often graced
With Dollond — Burgess — and Sir Humphry Davy !
Twas there M*Dcrmot first inclined to Taste, —
There Colbum learn' d the art of making paste
For puffs — and Accum analysed a gravy.
Colman — the Cutter of Coleman Street, 'tis said
Came there, — and Parkins with his Ex-wise-head,
(His claim to letters) — Kater, too, the Moon's
Crony, — and Graham, lofty on balloons, —
There Croly stalk'd with holy humour heated,
(Who wrot^ a light-horse play, wVudi X«A«& c«tK^'e\i^i>j —
90 ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D.
And Lady Morgan, that grinding organ,
And Brasbridge telling anecdotes of spoons, —
Madame Yalbr^ue thrice honoured thee, and came
With great Bossini, his own bow and fiddle, — ^
And even Irving spared a night from fame.
And talk*d — till thou didst stop him in the middle,
To serve round Tewahrdvddle ! t
Then all the guests rose up, and sighed good-bye !
So let them : — thou thyself art still a Host t
Dibdin — Comaro— Newton — Mrs. Fry !
Mrs. Glasse, Mr. Spec ! — ^Lovelass and Weber,
Mathews in Quot'em — Moore's fire-worshipping Gheber-
Thrice-worthy Worthy ! seem by thee engross*d !
Howbeit the Peptic Cook still rules the roast,
Potent to hush all ventriloquial snarling, —
And ease the bosom pangs of indigestion !
Thou art, sans question.
The Corporation's love — its Doctor Darling I
Look at the Civic Palate — nay, the Bed
Which set dear Mrs. Opie on supplying
" Illustrations of Lying 1 "
Ninety square feet of down from heel to head
It measured, and I dread
Was haunted by a terrible night Mare,
A monstrous burthen on the corporation ! —
Look at the Bill of Fare for one day's share,
* Additional lines in third edition : —
'' The Dibdins, — Tom, Charles, Frognall, came with tons
Of poor old books, old pans ! "
i" The Doctor*B composition for a nightcap.
ODE TO W. KITCHENER, M.D.
Sea-turtles by the score— oxen by droves.
Geese, turkeys, by the flock — ^fishes and loayes
Countless, as when the Lilliputian nation
Was making up the huge man-mountain's ration !
91
Oh ! worthy Doctor ! surely thou hast driven
The squatting Demon from great Garratt's breast—
(Hie honour seems to rest ! — )
And what is thy reward 1 — Hath London given
Thee public thanks for thy important service ?
Alas ! not even
The tokens it bestow'd on Howe and Jervis ! —
Yet could I speak as Orators should speak
Before the Worshipful the Common Council
(Utter my bold bad grammar and pronounce ill,)
Thou shouldst not miss thy Freedom for a week.
Richly engrossed on vellum : — ^Reason urges
That ho who rules our cookery — ^that he
Who edits soups and gravies, ought to be
A Citizen, where sauce can make a Burgeu f
92
AN ADDRESS TO THE VERY REVEREND
JOHN IRELAND, D.D.,
Chaelis Ftvss Clintoit, LL.D.
Thomas Caustoit, D.D.
HowiL HoLLAiTD Bdwari>s, H.A.
JosiFH Allut, H.A.
Lord Hihbt Fitzbot, M.A.
Thi Bishop of Bzrkr.
Wx. Harrt Ed. Brrtihok, 1C.A.
Jaxks Wbbbbr, B.D.
WiLLiAX Short, D.D.
Jambs Tovrvat, D.D.
Andrrw Bbll, D.D.
GbOROB HoLOOXBBy D.D.
Thb Dbah abd Chaptbb of Wsstxibstbr.
" Sare the GoardUns of the Temple can never think they get enough.*'
CUiaenofthe World.
Oh, very reverend Dean and Chapter,
Exhibitors of giant men,
Hail to each gurplice-back'd adapter
Of England's dead, in her stone den !
Ye teach us properly to prize
Two-shilling Grays, and Gays, and Handols,
And, to throw light upon our eyes,
Deal in Wax Queens like old wax candles.
Ob, reverend showmen, rank and file,
Call in your shiliings, two and two ;
March with them up the middle aisle.
And cloister them from public view.
Yoiu^ surely are the dusty dead.
Gladly ye look from bust to bust.
And set a price on each great head.
And make it come down with the dust.
Oh, as I see you walk along
Jn ample sleeves and ample back«
ADDRESS TO THE DEAN AND 93
A pursy and well-order'd throng,
Thoroughly fed, thoroughly black I
In vain I striye me to be dumb, —
You keep each bard like fatted kid,
Grind bones for bread like Fee-faw-fum !
And drink from skulls as Byron did !
The profitable Abbey is
A sacred 'Change for stony stock,
Not that a speculation 'tis —
The profit's founded on a rock.
Death and the Doctors in each nave
Bony investments have inum'd,
And hard 'twould be to find a grave
From which ** no money is rcturn'd ! "
Here many a pensive pilgrim, brought
By reverence for those learned bones.
Shall often come and walk your short
Two-shilling fare upon the stones. — *
Ye have that talisman of Wealth
Which puddling chemists sought of old
Till ruin'd out of hope and health —
The Tomb's the stone that turns to gold 1
Oh, licensed cannibals, ye eat
Your dinners from your own dead race,
Think Gray, preserved — a " funeral meat,"
And Dryden, devil' d — after grace,
* ''Since ihiB poem was writteo, Doctor Ireland and thote in anthority
under him have rednced the fares. It is gratifying to the English peoplj
to know that while batcher's meat is rising tombs are falling." — Note in
Oiird EdUum.
94 CHAPTER OF WESTMINSTER.
A relish ; — and you take jour meal
From Rare Beu Jonson underdone^
Or, whet your holy knives on Steele,
To cut away at Addison !
Oh say, of all this famous age,
Whose learned bones your hopes expect.
Oh have ye nimiber'd Rydal*s sage,
Or Moore among your Ghosts elect 1
Lord Byron was not doom*d to make
You richer by his final sleep-
Why don't ye warn the Great to take
Their ashes to no other heap !
Southey's reversion have ye got ]
With Coleridge, for his body, made
A bargain 1 — ^has Sir Walter Scott,
Like Peter Schlemihl, sold his shade ?
Has Rogers haggled hard, or sold
His features for your marble shows,
Or Campbell barter'd, ere he's cold,
AU interest in his " bone repose 1 "
Rare is your show, ye righteous men !
Priestly Politos,— rare, I weon;
But should ye not outside the Den
Paint up what in it may be seen ?
A long green Shakspeare, with a deer
Grasp'd in the many folds it died in,—
A Butler stufifd from ear to ear.
Wet White Bears weeping o'er a Dryden 1
ADDRESS TO THE DEAN AND CHAPTEB. 95
Paint Garrick ap like Mr. Paap,
A Giant of some inches high ;
Paint Handel up, that oi^gan chap,
With you, as grinders, in his eye ;
Depict some plaintive antique thing,
And say th' original may be seen ; —
Blind Milton with a dog and string
May be the Beggar o* Bethnal Green !
Put up in Poet's Comer, near
The little door, a platform small ;
Get there a monkey — ^never fear.
You'll catch the gapers, one and all !
Stand each of ye a Body Guard,
A Trumpet under either fin.
And yell away in Palace Yard
"AUdeadI AUdead! Walk in I Walk in!"
(But when the people are inside.
Their money paid — I pray you, bid
The keepers not to mount and ride
A race around each coffin lid. —
Poor Mrs. Bodkin thought, last year.
That it was hard — ^the woman clacks —
^0 have so little in her ear —
And be so hurried through the Wax !•— )
*' Walk in ! two shillings only 1 come 1
Be not by country grumblers funk'd !^
Walk in, and see th' illustrious dumb.
The Cheapest House for the defunct l"
Oa ODE TO H. BODEIK, ESQ.
Write up, 'twill breed some just reflection.
And every rude Burmise 'twill stop^
Write up, that you have no connection
(In liurge) — ^with any other shop !
And still, to catch the Clowns the more.
With samples of your shows in Wax,
Set some old Harry near the door
To answer queries with his axe. —
Put up some general begging-trunk —
Since the last broke by some mishap.
You've all a bit of General Monk,
From the respect you bore his Cap !
ODE TO H. BODKIN, ESQ.,
raOBETABT 10 THE SOCIETY F0& THE SUPPRESSION OF KEKDICITy.
— •—
** This IB your charge — yon shall comprehend all yagrom men.**
Much Ado about Nothing,
Hail, King of Shreds and Patches, hail,
Disperser of the Poor ! «
Thou Dog in office, set to bark
All beggars from the door 1
Great overseer of overseers,
And Dealer in old rags !
Thy public duty never fails,
Thy ardour never flags !
ODE TO H. BODKIN, ESQ. »7
^ Oh, when I take fty walks abroad,
How many Poor " — ^I miu t
Had Doctor Watts walk'd now-a-days
He would have written this I
So well th J Yagrant-catchers prowl,
So clear thy caution keeps
The path — 0, Bodkin, sure thou hast
The eye that never sleeps 1
No Belisarius pleads for alms,
No Benbow, lacking legs ;
The pious man in black is now
The only man that begs !
Street-Handels are disorganized,
Disbanded eveiy band 1-^
The silent scraper at the door
Is scarce allowed to stand 1
The Sweeper brushes with his broom.
The Carstairs with his chalk
Retires, — ^the Cripple leaves his stand.
But cannot sell his walk.
The old Wall-blind resigns the wall,
The Camels hide their humps,
The Witherington without a leg
MaynH beg upon his stumps t
Poor Jack is gone, that used to doff
His battered tatter*d hat^
And show his dangling sleeve, alas I
There seem'd no 'arm in that I
98 PLATIKG AT SOLDIESa
Oh 1 was it such a sin Co ur
His true blue nayal rags,
Glor/s own trophy, like St Paul,
Hung round with holy flags 1
Thou knowest best I meditate,
My Bodkin, no offence !
Let US, henceforth, but nurse our pounds^
Thou dost protect our pence 1
Well art thou pointed 'gainst the Poor,
For, when the Beggar Crew
Bring their petitions, thou art paid,
Of course, to ''run them through"
Of course thou art^ what Hamlet meant^-
To wretches the last friend ;
What ills can mortals have, they can't
With a bare Bodkin end 1
[I have been unable to trace the first appearance of the following, but
fiuicy it belongs to this period.]
PLAYING AT SOLDIERa
"WHOTiL BEBVB THB Emraf
▲K ILLVSTSATIOV,
What little urchin is there never
Hath had that early scarlet fever,
Of martial trappings caught 9
Trappings well call'd — ^because they trap
And catch full many a countiy chap
To go where fields are fought 1
PIAYING AT SOLDIEKS. 90
What little urchin with a rag
Hath never made a little flag,
(Our plate will show the manner,)
And wooed each tiny neighbour still,
Tommy or Harry, Dick or Will,
To come beneath the banner !
Just like that ancient shape of mist
In Hamlet, crying, « 'List, 0 list ! "
Come, who will serve the king.
And strike frog-eating Frenchmen dead
And cut off Boneyparty's head ? —
And all that sort of thing.
So used I, when I was a boy,
To march with military toy.
And ape the soldier-life ; —
And with a whistle or a hum,
I thought myself a Duke of Drum
At least, or Earl of Fife.
With gun of tin and sword of lath.
Lord ! how I walk'd in glory's path
With regimental mates,
By sound of trump and rub-ardubs.
To 'siege the washhouse — charge the tubs—
Or storm the garden-gates 1
Ah me ! my retrospective soul !
As over memoiys muster-roll
I cast my eyes anew,
My former comrades all the whOa
Bise up before me, rank and file^
And form in dim review.
100 FLAYISQ AT S0LDIEB8.
Ay, there thej stand, and dress in line,
Lubbock, and Fenn, and David Vine,
And dark ^^Jamakej Forde !"
And limping Wood, and '' Cocky Hawes,**
Our captain always made, because
He had a real sword t
Long Lawrence, Natty Smart, and Soame,
Who said he had a gun at home,
But that was all a brag ;
Ned Byder, too, that used to sham
A prancing horse, and big Sam Lamb
That fffould hold up the flag 1
Tom Anderson, and "Dunny White,"
Who neyer right-abouted right,
For he was deaf and dumb ;
Jack Pike, Jem Crack, and Sandy Gray,
And Dicky Bird, that wouldn't play
Unless he had the drum.
And Peter Holt, and Charley Jepp,
A chap that never kept the step-^
No more did " Surly Hugh ; "
Bob Harrington, and "Fighting Jim**—
We often had to halt for him.
To let him tie his shoe.
^ Quarrelsome Scott," and Martin Dick,
That kill'd the bantam cock, to stick
The plumes within his hat ;
Bill Hook, and little Tommy Grout
That got so thumped for calling out
" Eyes right ! '' to " Squinting Matt"
PLAYING AT SOLDIEBS. joi
Dan Simpson, that, with Peter Dodd,
Was always in the awkward squad.
And those two greedy Blakes^
That took oar money to the fair
To buy the corps a trumpet there^
And laid it out in cakes.
Where are they now 1 — an open war
With open mouth declaring for 1 —
Or fall'n in bloody fray 1
Gompell*d to tell the truth I am,
Their fights all ended with the sham,—
Their soldiership in play.
Brave Soame sends cheeses out in trucks,
And Martin sells the cock he pludos,
And Jepp now deals in wine ;
Harrington bears a lawyer^s bag.
And warlike Lamb retains his flag;
But on a tayem sign.
They tell me Cocky Hawes*s sword
Is seen upon a broker^s board ;
And as for ** Fighting Jim,"
Li Bishopsgate, last Whitsuntide,
His unresisting cheek I spied
Beneath a quaker brim !
Quarrelsome Soott is in the church,
For Byder now your eye must search
The marts of sOk and lace-»
Bird's drums are fill'd with figs, and muta^
And I — Fve got a substitute
To Aoldidr in my place \
102 THS DEATH BED.
[In thU year (jok which my lather wis married) I haTe placed one or
two poema, which oertainl j were not written before this tbne— nor yet
ean I think Teiy much after. The first among these is "The Death
Bed." I remember rery well that my iather had no oopy of fhii, and
had lost sight of it ontil when, after his return to England, he foimd it
as a newspaper catting in a scrap-book of Miss LamVs the sister of
his old friend Elia.]
THE DEATH BED.*
Wb watoh'd her breathing throuj^ the nighty
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the ware of life
Kept heaving to and fira
So silently we seem'd to speaki
So slowly moved about.
As we had lent her half our powers
To eke her living out
* I cannot refrain from quoting entire the elegant Latin translation of
these lines which appeared in the "Times" shortly aftar my &ther*s
death. I hare since learned they are from the pen of the Eer. EL Kynaston,
Master of St. FaaTs School
Nocte nos toti gemitos dentem
Yidimns lenes, nbieonqne TiTSZ
Saivm hnc illnc tremnloi agebat
Pectore flootoa.
Yodbna sic nos inhiare raris.
Sic pedem lisi tennisse, tanqnam
nia sic posset refid, noTsmqae
Docere litam.
Spemqne nos inter dnbii metnmqne
Imdimar— jam tone obiisse mortem
Visa dormitans, moriens obire est
Yin soporem.
Nam simnl tristem reparftrat ortnm
Lux, quiescentes ocnloi resignans
nia jam soles alios, snnmqne
Lomen habebat.
TO MY WIPE. 108
Our yeiy hopes belied our fean.
Our feaiB our hopes belied-—
We thought her dying when she dept.
And sleeping when she died.
For when the mom came dim and sad.
And chill with early showers,
Her quiet eyelids closed — she had
Another mom than our&*
TO Mr WIFE.
Still glides the gentle streamlet on.
With shifting current new and strange
The water, that was here, is gone,
But those green shadows never change.
Serene or ruffled by the storm,
On present waves, as on the past^
The mirrored grove retains its form.
The self-same trees their semblance cast
The hue each fleeting globule wears,
That drop bequeaths it to the next ;
One picture still the surface bears,
To illustrate the murmured text.
* This poem, besides being loit mgbt of m mentioned abore^ has
mdergone mach that is strange. The editor of a collection of Bnglish
poetry calmly dropt ont the two middle rerses as ** ingenions ;** and Mrs,
Stowe inserted it in ''Dred*' with so mneh American assimilatiTenesi
that it might hare passed for her own, and was indeed set to music as one
of the "Songs from Dred, by Mrs. Beecher Stowt,**
104
soKa.
So^ loTe^ howerer time may flow,
Freah hours pursuing those that flee^
One ooDStant image still shall show
My tide of life is true to thee.
SONGJ
Thbrb is dew for the floweret
And honey for the bee,
And bowers for the wild bird.
And loYe for you and me.
There are tears for the many
And pleasures for the few ;
But let the world pass on, dear,
There's love for me and you.
There is care that will not leave us^
And pain that will not flee ;
But on our hearth unalter'd
Sits LoTe— -'tween you and me.
Our love it ne'er was reckon'd,
Yet good it is and true.
It's hal/ihe world to me, dear,
It's all the world to you.
* The fixit two Tenei of this poem were written by my &ther, the two
last were added by Barry Cornwall, at my mothei'a reqoeiti with a liew to
ita being pnbliahed with mnaie.
105
VEBSES IN AN ALBUM.
Fab aboye the hollow
Tempest^ and its moan,
Singeth bright Apollo
In his golden zone,— •
Ooud doth never shade him«
Nor a storm inyade him^
On his joyous throne.
So when I behold me
In an orb as bright.
How thy soul doth fold me
In its throne of light !
Sorrow never paineth.
Nor a care attaineth,
to that blessed height
1826.
[In thia year appeared the first Series of "Whims and Oddities**^
** By one of the Authors of Odes and Addresses to Great People, and
the Designer of the Progress of Cant" It was thus inscribed —
«' DEDICATIOK, TO THE BEVIEWERS.
" What is a modem Poet's fate t
To write his thoughts upon a slate, —
The critic spits on what is done, —
Gives it a wipe, — and all is gone."
There were two editions of the First Series— prefixed respectiyely by
the "Addresses," here given.
The volume was to a great extent made np of reprints from the
*' London " and other books, to which my father had contributed.]
WHIMS AND ODDITIES.
FKEFACE.
In presenting his Whims and Oddities to the Public, the
Author desires to say a few words, which he hopes will not
swell into a Memoir.
It happens to most persons, in occasional lively moments,
to haye their little chirping fancies and brain-crotchets, that
skip out of the ordinaiy meadow-land of the mind. The
Author has caught his, and clapped them up in paper and
print, like grasshoppers in a cage. The judicious reader will
look upon the trifling creatures accordingly, and not expect
from them the flights of poetical winged horses.
WHIMS AND ODDITIES. 107
At a future time, the Press may be troubled with some
things of a more serious tone and purpose, — ^which the
Author has resolved upon publishing, in despite of the
adyice of certain critical friends. His forte, they are pleased
to say, is decidedly humorous : but a gentleman cannot
always be breathing his comic vein.
It will be seen, from the illustrations of the present work,*
that the Inyentor is no artist ; — in hct, he was neyer ^'meant
to draw" — any more than the tape-tied curtains mentioned
by Mr. Pope. Those who look at his designs, with Ovid^s
Loye of Art, will therefore be disappointed; — his sketches
are as rude and artless to other sketches, as Ingram's rustic
manufacture to the polished chair. The designer is quite
aware of their defects : but when Raphael has bestowed
seven odd legs upon four Apostles, and FuseU has stuck in a
gi*eat goggle head without an owner ; — ^when Michael Angelo
has set on a foot the wrong way, and Hogarth has painted in
defiance of all the laws of nature and perspective, he does
hope that his own little enormities may be forgiven — ^that
his sketches may look interesting, like Lord Byron*s Sleeper,
"with all their errors."
Such as they are, the Author resigns his pen-and-ink
fruicies to the public eye. He has more designs in the wood;
and if the present sample should be rehshed, he will out
more, and come again, according to the proverb, with a New
Series.
ADDRESS TO THE SECOND EDITION.
Thb first edition of Whims and Oddities being exhausted,
I am called forward by an importtmate publisher to make
• To b« found at the conduaon of the aecoiA ^tv» ^1 ^^"awj^^ ^irw^
lOS WHIMS AND ODDITIEa
my beet bow, and a new address to a discerning and indul-
gent publia Unaffectedly flattered by those who have
bought this little work, and still more bound to those who
have bound it, I adopt the usual attitude of a Thanksgiyer,
but with more than the usual sincerity. Though my head is
in Comhill, my hand is not on my Cheapside in making these
professions. There is a lasting impression on my heart,
though there is none on the shelyes of the publisher.
To the Reviewers in general, my gratitude is eminently
due for their very impartial fiiendlines& It would have
sufficed to reconcile me to a fiir greater portion than I have
met with, of critical viper-tuperation. The candid journalists,
who have condescended to point out my little errors, deserve
my particular thanks. It is comely to submit to the hand
of taste and the arm of discrimination, and with the head of
deference I shall endeavour to amend (with one exception) in
a New Series.
I am informed that certain mcmthly, weekly, and very
evexy-day critics, have taken great offence at my puns : — and
I can conceive how some Qentlemen with one idea must be
perplexed by a double meaning. To my own notion a pun is
an accommodating word, like afarmex^shorse, — ^with a pillion
for an extra sense to ride behind ; — it will carry single, how-
ever, if required. The Dennises are merely a sect, and I had
no design to please, exduaively, those verbal Unitarians.
Having made this brief explanation and acknowledgment,
I beg leave, like the ghost of the royal Dane, to say ** Fare-
well at once," and commend my remembrance and my book
togethcTi to the kindness of the courteous reader.
LETTER FROM ALLAN CUNNmGHAM. 109
[This letter from Allan Cmminghain was written in acknowledgment
of thifl firat series of " Whims and Oddities.*']
DsAB Hood,
Had I behaved honestly to my own heart, this note
would have been with you long ago; for much haye I laughed
over your little book, and often have I silently yowed to
compel my sluggish nature to tell you how much I liked it.
There was enough of wit visible at first reading to ensure a
second, and at the second so many new points appeared that
I ventured on a third, and with the fourth I suppose I shall
go on discovering and laughing. I was an early admirer of
your verses. I admired them for oth^ and higher qualities
than what you have displayed in your odes ; but I believe a
smile carries a higher market price than a sigh, and that a
laugh brings more money than deeper emotion. Even on
your own terms I am glad to see you publicly. I think you
might mingle those higher qualities with your wit, your
learning, and your humour, and give us still more pleasing
odes than them that you have done. But, '* Ilka man wean
his aln belt his ain gait."
Give my respects to Mrs. Hood. I shall have the honour
of personally assuring her that I esteem her for her own sake,
as well as for that of her facetious husband, when I can make
my escape from the bondage of a Bomance which at present
employs all my leisure hours. I remain, dear Hood,
jour faithful friend,
AlJiAK CUNNINOHAIC
110
A RECIPE— FOR CIVILISATION.
— • —
Thi following Poem is from the pen of DOCTOR EITCHBNBB f— the
moft heterogeneooB of anthon, but at the same time— in the Sporting Latin
of Mr. Egaa — a real RouKhgeniuSt or a Qenins of a Man 1 In the Poem,
hia CULINAEY BNTHUSIASM, as xiwaal—hoOt aver/ and makes H seem
written, as he describes himself (see The Cook's Oracle)— with the Spit in
one hand — and the Frying Pan in the other, — while in the style of the
rhymes it is Hndibrastio, — as if in the ingredients of Yersiflcation, he had
been assisted by his BUTLER I
' As a Head Cook, Optician — Phyuoian, Mosio-Master — Domestic Boono-
mist^ and Death-bed Attorney 1 — I have celebrated the Author elsewhere
with approbation ; and cannot now place him upon the table at a Poet^
— without still being his LAUDBR ; a phrase, which those persons whote
Course of dassical reading recalls the INFAMOUS FOEGBRY on (A«
ImmorUd Bard o/^ von /—will find eaqr to understand.
Surely, those sages err who teach
That man is known from brutes by speech,
Which hardly severs man from woman,
But not th' inhuman from the human-^
Or else might parrots daim affinity,
And dogs be doctors by Latinity, —
Not t' insist, (as might be shown,)
That beasts have gibberish of their own,
Which once was no dead tongue, tho' we
Since Esop's days have lost the key ;
Nor yet to hint dumb men, — and, still, not
Beajsts that could gossip though they will not,
But play at dummy like the monkeys.
For fear mankind should make them flunkieSi
Neither can man be known by feature
Or form, because so like a creature.
That some grave men could never shape
Which is the aped and which the ape.
A KECIPE-FOR CIVILISATION. IH
Nor by his gait, nor by his height,
Nor yet because he's black or whiter
But rational, — ^for so we call
The only Cooking Animal !
The only one who brings his bit
Of dinner to the pot or spit,
For Where's the Hon e'er was hasty,
To put his Ten'son in a pasty
Eigo, by logic, we repute.
That he who cooks is not a brute, —
But Equus brutum est, which means,
If a horse had sense he'd boil his beans,
Nay, no one but a horse would forage
On naked oats instead of porridge.
Which proyes, if brutes and Scotchmen vary,
The difference is culinaiy.
Further, as man is known by feeding
From brutes, — so men from men, in breeding
Are still distinguish'd as they eat,
And raw in manners, raw in meat, —
Look at the polish'd nations, hight
The civilised — the most polite
Is that which bears the praise of nations
For dressing eggs two hundred fashions^
Whereas, at savage feeders look, —
The less refined the less they cook ;
From Tartar grooms that merely straddle
Across a steak and warm their saddle^
Down to the Abyssinian squaw,
That bolts her chops and oollops raw.
And, like a wild beast, cares as little
To dress her person as her victual,-—
For gowns, and gloves, and capB, tta<i ^^jpQfi^a^
112 A EECIPE-FOR CIVILISATION.
Are beauty's sauces, spice, and sippets.
And not by shamble bodies put on.
But those who roast and boU their mutton ;
So Eve and Adam wore no dresses
Because they lived on water-cresses,
And till they leam*d to cook their crudities^
Went blind as beetles to their nudities.
For niceness comes from th' inner side,
(As an ox is drest before his hide,)
And when the entrail loathes vulgarity
The outward man will soon cull rarity,
For *tis ih' effect of what we eat
To make a man look like his meat,
As insects show their food's complexions ;
Thus fopling clothes are like confections.
But who, to feed a jaunty coxcomb,
Would have an Abyssinian ox come 1
Or serve a dish of fricassees.
To dodpoles in a coat of frieze ?
Whereas a black would call for buffalo
Alive — and, no doubt, eat the offal toa
Now, (this premised) it follows then
That certain culinary m^i
Should first go forth with pans and spits
To bring the heathens to their wits,
(For all wise Scotchmen of our century
Elnow that first steps are alimentaiy ;
And, as we have proved, flesh pots and saucepans
Must pave the way for Wilberforce plans) ;
But Bunyan err^d to think the near gate
To take man's soul, was battering Ear gate.
When reason should have work'd her course
Ab men of war do — when their force
A EECIPB-FOR CIVILISATION. 118
Can't take a town by open courage,
They steal an entiy with its forage.
What reverend bishop, for example,
Could preach hom*d Apis from his temple ?
Whereas a cook would soon unseat him.
And make his own churchwardens eat him.
Not Irving could convert those vermin
Th' Anthropophages, by a sermon j
Whereas your Osborne,* in a trice,
Would " take a shin of beef and spice," —
And raise them sach a savouiy smother,
No negro would devour his brother.
But turn his stomach round as loth
As Persians, to the old < black ' broth, —
For knowledge ofbenest makes an entry.
As well as true love, thro* the pantry.
Where beaux that came at first for feeding
Grow gallant men and get good breeding ; —
Exempli gratia — in the West,
Ship-traders say there swims a nest
Lined with black natives, like a rookeiy,
But coarse as carrion crows at cookery. —
This race, though now caU*d 0. Y. E. men,
(To show they are more than A. R C. men,)
Was once so ignorant of our knacks
They laid their mats upon their backs,
And grew their quartern loaves for luncheon
On trees that baked them in the sunshine.
As for their bodies, they were coated,
(For painted things are so denoted ;)
But — ^the naked truth is — stark primeval^
That said their prayers to timber devils,
« Cook to the late fo John BiLTkk%.
114 A RECIPE-FOR CIVILISATION.
Allow'd polygamy— dwelt in wigwams —
And, when they meant a feast, ate big yams.—
And why ? — ^because their savage nook
Had ne'er been visited by Cook, —
And so they fared till our great chief,
Brought them, not Methodists, but beef
In tubs, — and taught them how to live,
Knowing it was too soon to give.
Just then, a homily on their sins^
(For cooking ends ere grace begins,)
Or hand his tracts to the untractable
Till they could keep a more exact table—
For nature has her proper courses,
And wild men must be back*d like horses^
Which, jockeys know, are never fit
For riding till they've had a bit
r the mouth ; but then, with proper tackle,
Tou may trot them to a tabernacle.
Ergo (I say) he first made changes
In the heathen modes, by kitchen ranges,
And taught the king's cook, by convincing
Process, that chewing was not mincing.
And in her black fist thrust a bundle
Of tracts abridged from Glasse and Rundell,
Where, ere she had read beyond Welsh rabbits^
She saw the spareness of her habits,
And round her loins put on a striped
Towel, where fingers might be wiped.
And then her breast clothed like her ribfl^
(For aprons lead of course to bibs,)
And, by the time she had got a meat-
Screen, veil'd her back, too, from the heat-*
Ab for her gravies and her sauces^
LOVE. 135
(Tho' they refonn'd the royal fauces,)
Her forcemeats and ragouts, — I praise not»
Because the legend further says not,
Except, she kept each Christian high-day,
And once upon a &t good Fry-^lay
Ban short of logs, and told the Pagan,
That tum'd the spit, to chop up Dagon ! —
LOVE.
0 LoYB ! what art thou, Love 1 the ace of hearts,
Trumping earth's kings and queens, and all its suits;
A player, masquerading many parts
In life's odd camival ; — a boy that shoots.
From ladies' eyes, such mortal woundy darts ;
A gardener, pulling heart's-ease up by the roots :
The Puck of Passion — ^partly false — ^part real —
A marriageable maiden's '* beau ideal"
0 Love ! what art thou, Love 1 a wicked thing.
Making green misses spoil their work at school )
A melancholy man, cross-gartering ?
Grave ripe-faced wisdom made an April fool?
A youngster tilting at a wedding-ring ?
A sinner, sitting on a cuttie stool 9
A Ferdinand de Something in a hovel.
Helping Matilda Bose to make a novel ?
0 Love ! what art thou, Love 1 one that is bad
With palpitations of the heart— like miPQ—
116 "THB LAST MAN."
A poor bewildered maid^ making so sad
A neddaoe of her garters — ^fell design I
A poet) gone nnreasonablj mad,
Ending his sonnets with a hempen line f
0 Love ! — but whither, now ? foigire me, pray ;
Fm not the first that Loto hath led astray.
"THE LAST MAN/
'TwAB in the year two thousand and one^
A pleasant morning of May,
I sat on the gallows-tree all alone,
A-chanting a merry lay, —
To think how the pest had spared my life.
To sing with the larks that day ! —
When up the heath came a jolly knare,
Like a scarecrow, all in rags :
It made me crow to see his old duds
All abroad in the wind, like flags : —
So up he came to the timbers* foot
And pitch'd down his greasy bags. —
Good Lord 1 how blythe the old beggar was !
At pulling out his scraps, —
The very sight of his broken orts
Made a work in his wrinkled chaps :
"Come down," says he, "you Newgate-bird,
And have a taste of my snaps I"
"THE LAST MAK." 11/
Then down the rope, like a tar from the mBsb,
I elided, and bj him stood ;
But I wish'd myself on the gallows again
When I smelt that beggar's food^ —
A. foul beef-bone and a mouldy crust ;—
" Oh 1 " quoth he, ''the heavens are good 1'*
Then after this graoe he cast him down :
Says I, ** You'll get sweeter air
A pace or two off, on the windward side," —
For the felons' bones lay there-—
But he only laugh'd at the empty skulls^
And offer'd them part of his fare.
'' I never harm'd them, and they won't harm me ;
Let the proud and the rich be cravens 1"
I did not like that strange beggar maoi
He look'd so up at the heavens.
Anon he shook out his empty old poke ;
" There's the crumbs," saith he, ''for the ravens I
It made me angry to see his &oe.
It had such a jesting look ;
But while I made up my mind to speak,
A small case-bottle he took :
Quoth he, "Though I gather the green water-cress^
My drink is not of the brook 1"
Full manners-like he tendered the dram ;
Oh, it came of a dainty cask !
But, whenever it came to his turn to pull,
"Tour leave, good Sir, I must ask ;
But I always wipe the brim with my sleere^
When 8 iuu^gman sapa at my &BdL\^
118 "THE LAST MAK."
And then he laugh'd so loudly and long;
The churl was quite out of breath ;
I thought the T617 Old One was come
To mock me before m j death,
And wish'd I had buried the dead men's bones
That were lying about the heath 1
But the beggar gave me a jolly dap-—
** Come, let us pledge each other,
For all the wide w<»rld is dead beside,
And we are brother and brother —
I've a yearning for thee in my heart,
As if we had come of one mother.
*' Fve a yearning for thee in my heart
That almost makes me weep,
For as I pass'd from town to town
The folks were all stone-asleep, —
But when I saw thee sitting aloft.
It made me both laugh and leap !"
Now a curse (I thought) be on his lore,
And a curse upon his mirth, —
An it were not for that beggar man
rd be the King of the earth, —
But I promised myself, an hour should come
To make him rue his birth ! —
So down we sat and boused again
Till the sun was in mid-sky.
When, just as the gentle west-wind came,
We hearken'd a dismal ciy ;
" Up, up, on the tree,*' quoth the beggar man,
** Till these horrible dogs go by ! "
"THE LAST MAN.** 119
Andy lo ! from the forest's &rK)ff skirti^
They came all yelling for gore,
A hundred hounds pursuing at onoe.
And a panting hart before,
TiU he sunk adown at the gallows' foot
And there his haunches they tore !
His haunches they tore, without a horn
To tell when the chase was done ;
And there was not a single scarlet coat
To flaunt it in the sun ! —
I tum'dy and look'd at the beggar man.
And his tears dropt one by one !
And with curses sore he chid at the houndfly
Till the last dropt out of sight,
Anon, saith he, ** let's down again,
And ramble for our delight,
For the world's all free, and we may chocNW
A right oozie bam for to-night 1 "
With that, he set up his staff on end.
And it fell with the point due West ;
So we feured that way to a city great,
Where the folks had died of the pest—
It was fine to enter in house and hal].
Wherever it liked me best ;—
For the porters all were stiff and cold.
And could not lift their heads ;
And when we came where their masters lay,
The rats leapt out of the beds : —
The grandest palaces in the land
Were as free as workhouse sheda.
120 "THE LAST MAlf.
But the beggar man made a mumping fooe,
And knocked at eveiy gate :
It made me curse to hear how he whined.
So our fellowship tum*d to hate,
And I bade him walk the world by himself
For I 8Com*d so humble a mate !
So he tum*d right and / tum*d left,
As if we had never met ;
And I chose a fair stone house for myself
For the city was all to let ;
And for three brave holidays drank my fill
Of the choicest that I could get
And because my jerkin was coarse and worn,
I got me a properer vest ;
It was purple velvety stitch'd o*er with gold.
And a shining star at the breast,— «
'Twas enough to fetch old Joan from her grave
To see me so purely drest ! —
But Joan was dead and under the mould.
And every buxom lass ;
In vain I watoh'd, at the window pane.
For a Christian soul to pass ; —
But sheep and kine wandered up the street,
And browsed on the new-come grass. —
When lo I I spied the old beggar man.
And lustily he did sing I— •
His rags were lapp'd in a scarlet doak.
And a crown he had like a King ;
So he stept right up before my gate
And danced me a saucy fling !
"THE LAST MAK."
HeaTen mend us all ! — but, within my mind,
I had killed him then and there ;
To see him lording so braggart-like
That was bom to his beggar*8 fare,
And how he had stolen the royal crown
His betters were meant to wear.
But God forbid that a thief should die
Without his share of the laws 1
So I nimbly whipt my tackle out.
And soon tied up his daws, —
I was judge myself and jury, and all,
And solemnly tried the cause.
But the beggar man would not plead, but cried
Like a babe without its corals,
For he knew how hard it is apt to go
When the law and a thief have quarrels, —
There was not a Christian soul alive
To speak a word for his morals.
Oh, how gaily I doff'd my costly gear.
And put on my work-day clothes ;
I was tired of such a long Sunday life,—
And never was one of the sloths ;
But the beggar man grumbled a weary deal,
And made many crooked mouths.
So I haul*d him off to the gallows' foot»
And blinded him in his bags ;
'Twas a weary job to heave him up^
For a doom'd man always lags j
But by ten of the dock he was off his 1^
In the wind and airing his rag&l
IM "THE LAST MAK.'*
So there he hung and there I stood,
The LAST MA.N left alive,
To haye my own will of all the earth :
Quoth I, now I shall thrive !
But when was ever honey made
With one bee in a hive 1
My conscience began to gnaw my hearty
Before the day was done,
For the other men's lives had all gone out^
Like candles in the sun ! —
But it seem'd as if I had broke, at last,
A thousand necks in one 1
So I went and cut his body down,
To bury it decentlie ; —
God send there were any good soul alive
To do the like by me !
But the wild dogs came with terrible speed.
And ba/d me up the tree !
My sight was like a drunkard's sights
And my head began to swim,
To see their jaws all white with foam,
Like the ravenous ocean-brim ;—
But when the wild dogs trotted away
Their jaws were bloody and grim !
Their jaws were bloody and grim, good Lord 1
But the beggar man, where was he 1 —
There was nought of him but some ribbons of rags
Below the gallows' tree !—
I know the Devil, when I am dead.
Will send his hounds for me !— >
"THE LAST MAN." 128
Fve buried my babies one by one,
And dug the deep hole for Joan,
And cover'd the fietces of kith and In'n^
And felt the old churchyard stone
Go cold to my hearty full many a time,
But I never felt so lone I
For the lion and Adam were company,
And the tiger him beguiled ;
But the simple kine are foes to my life.
And the household brutes are wild.
If the veriest cur would lick my hand,
I could love it like a child I
And the beggar man's ghost besets my dream.
At night, to make me madder,—
And my wretched conscience, within my breast,
Is like a stinging adder ; —
I sigh when I pass the gallows' foot,
And look at the rope and ladder 1
For hanging looks sweety — ^but» alas I in vain,
My desperate fancy begs, —
I must turn my cup of sorrows quite up.
And drink it to the dregs, —
For there is not another man alive^
In the world, to pull my legs 1
124
THE BALLAD OF SALLY BROWN, AND BEN
THE CARPENTER .♦
I HAYB never been vainer of any verses than of my part
in the following Ballad. Dr. Watts, amongst evangelical
nurses, has an enviable renown, and Campbell's Ballads
enjoy a snug genteel popularity. '' Sally Brown " has been
fiivoured, perhaps, with as wide a patronage as the Moral
Songs, though its oirde may not have been of so select a
class as the Mends of " Hohenlinden.*' But I do not desire
to see it amongst what are called Elegant Extracts. The
lamented Emery, drest as Tom Tug, sang it at his last
jaortal benefit at Covent Garden ; and, ever since, it has
been a great £a.vourite with the watermen of Thames, who
time their oars to it, as the wheny-men of Venice tmke
theirs to the lines of Tasso. With the watermen, it
went naturally to Yauxhall; and, overland, to Sadler's
Wells. The Guards — ^not the mail coach, but the Life
Guards — picked it out from a fluttering hundred of others —
all going to one air — against the dead wall at Knightsbridge.
Cheap Printers of Shoe Lane and Cow-cross (all pirates !)
disputed about the copyright, and published their own
editions ; and in the mean time, the Author, to have made
bread of his song, (it was poor old Homer's hard ancient
case !) must have sung it about the street Such is the lot
of Literature ! the profits of '' Sally Brown " were divided
by the Balladmongers : it has cost, but has never brought
me, a half-penny.
• Thii baUad origiiuJlj appeared in a *< laon'sHead*' in the '* London,"
bat I have allowed it to remain with *< Whima and Odditiea,** for the lake
o^iie iattvduetozj remaika.
FAITHLESS SALL7 BBOWN.
125
FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN.
AS OLD BALLAD
TouNQ Ben he was a mce young man,
A carpenter by trade ;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
That was a lady*B maid.
But as they fetched a walk one day,
They met a press-gang crew ;
And Sally she did faint away.
Whilst Ben he was brought to.
The Boatswain swore with wicked words,
Enough to shock a saint.
That though she did seem in a fit,
'Twas nothing but a feint
** Come, girV* said he, ** hold up your head.
He'll be as good as me ;
For when your swain is in our boat^
A boatswain he will be."
So when they'd made their game of her.
And taken off her el^
She roused, and found she only was
A-coming to herselE
^< And is he gone, and is he goneT'
She cried, and wept outright :
^ Then I will to the water side^
And see him out of sight.'*
126 FAITHLESS SALLY BROWN.
A waterman came up to her,
" Now, young woman," said be,
"K you weep on 8o, you will make
Eye-water in the sea.*'
*' Alas 1 they've taken my beau Ben
To sail with old Benbow ; **
And her woe began to run afireah,
As if she'd said Gee woe 1
Says he, *^ They've only taken him
To the Tender ship, you see ; "
« The Tender ship," cried Sally Brown,
"What a hard-ship that must be 1
^ 0 1 would I were a mermaid now
For then I'd follow him ;
But Oh ! — Fm not a fish-woman,
And so I cannot swim.
*' Alas ! I was not bom beneath
The Virgin and the Scales,
So I must curse my cruel stan^
And walk about in Walea"
Now Ben had sail'd to many a place
That's underneath the world ;
But in two years the ship came home,
And all her sails were furl'd.
But when he caU'd on Sally Brown,
To see how she got on,
He found she'd got another Ben,
Whose Christian name was John.
A FAIRY TALE.
" 0 Sally Brown, 0 Sally Brown,
How could you serve me so ?
Fve met with many a breeze before^
But never such a blow."
Then reading on his ^bacco-boz.
He heaved a bitter sigh,
And then began to eye his pipe,
And then to pipe his eye.
And then he tried to sing "All's WeD,**
But could not though he tried ;
His head was tum'd, and so he chew'd
His pigtail till he died.
His death, which happened in his berth.
At forty-odd befell :
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton toll'd the belL
127
A FAIRY TALE.
— f—
Oh Hounslow heath — and dose beside the road.
As western travellers may ofb have seen, —
A little house some years ago there stood,
A minikin abode ;
And built like Mr. Birkbeck's, all of wood ;
The walls of white, the window-shutters green ; —
Four wheels it had at North, South, East, and West,
(Tho' now at rest)
128 A FAIRY TALE.
On which it used to wander to and fro,
Because its master ne'er maintained a rider.
Like those who trade in Paternoster Row ;
But made his business travel for itself
Till he had made his pelf^
And then retired — if one may call it so,
Of a roadsider.
Perchance, the yery race and constant riot
Of stages, long and short, which thereby ran.
Made him more relish the repose and quiet
Of his now sedentaiy carayan ;
Perchance, he loved the ground because 'twas common,
And so he might impale a strip of soil.
That fumish'd, by his toil.
Some dusty greens, for him and his old woman ; —
And five tall hollyhocks, in dingy flower.
Howbeit, the thoroughfare did no ways spoil
His peace, — unless, in some unlucky hour,
A stray horse came and gobbled up his bow'r !
But, tired of always looking at the coaches^
The same to come, — when they had seen them one day !
And, used to brisker life, both man and wife
Began to suffer N — U — E's approaches.
And feel retirement like a long wet Sunday, —
So, having had some quarters of school-breeding.
They tum'd themselves, like other folks, to reading ;
But setting out where others nigh have done.
And being ripen'd in the seventh stage.
The childhood of old age.
Began, as other children have begun,—
Not with the pastorals of Mr. Pope,
Or Bard of Hope,
A FAIRY TALK 129
Or Paley ethical^ or learned Porsoiiy —
But spelt, on Sabbaths, in St. Mark, or John,
And then relax'd themselves with Whittington,
Or Valentine and Orson —
But chiefly fidry tales they loved to con.
And being easily melted, in their dotage,
Slobber'd, — and kept
Reading, — and wept
Over the White Cat, in their wooden cottage.
Thus reading on — ^the longer
They read, of course, their childish fiEuth grew stronger
In Gnomes, and Hags, and Elves, and Giants grim, —
If talking Trees and Birds reveaVd to him.
She saw the flight of Fairyland's fly-waggons,
And magic-flshes swim
In puddle ponds, and took old crows for dragoncf, —
Both were quite drunk from the enchanted flagons ;
When, as it fell upon a summer^s day.
As the old man sat a feeding
On the old babe-reading.
Beside his open street-and-parlour door,
A hideous roar
Proclaimed a drove of beasts was coming by the way.
Long-hom'd, and short, of many a different breed,
Tall, tawny brutes, from famous Lincoln-levels,
Or Durham feed.
With some of those imquiet black dwarf devils
From nether side of Tweed,
Or Firth of Forth ;
Looking half wild with joy to leave the North,—
With dusty hides, all mobbing on together^ —
voL.y. ^
180 A FAIRY TALE.
When, — ^whether from a ftfn malidouB oomment
Upon his tender flank, frt>m which he ahrank;
Or whether
Only in some enthuaiastio moment, —
However, one brown monster, in a friak.
Giving his tail a perpendicular whisk,
Kick*d out a passage thro' the beastly rabble :
And after a pas seul, — or, if you will, a
Horn-pipe before the Basket-makei^s yilla^
Leapt o*er the tiny pale, —
Back*d his beef-steaks against the wooden gaUe^
And thrust his brawny bell-rope of a tail
Right o'er the page,
Wherein the sage
Just then was spelling some romantic fable.
• >
The old man, half a scholar, half a dunce,
Could not peruse, — ^who could f — two tales at oncei
And being hufiTd
At what he knew was none of Riquet's Tuft,
Bang'd-to the door.
But most unluckily enclosed a morsel
Of the intruding tail, and all the tassel : —
The monster gave a roar,
And bolting off with speed, increased by ptdn,
The little house became a coach once more,
And, like Macheath, "took to the road" again !
Just then, by fortune's whimsical decree.
The ancient woman stooping with her crupper
Towards sweet home, or where sweet home should be,
Was getting up some household herbs for supper :
Thoughtful of Cinderella, in the tale,
A FAIBY TALE. 131
And quaintly wondering if magio shifts
Could o*er a common pumpkin so prevail.
To turn it to a coach, — ^what pretty gifts
Might come of cabbages, and curly kale ;
Meanwhile she never heard her old man's wail,
Nor tum'd, till home had tum*d a comer, quite
Gone out of sight 1
At last, conceive her, rising from the ground,
Weary of sitting on her russet clothing ;
And looking round
Where rest was to be found.
There was no house— no villa there — ^no nothing I
No house 1
The change was quite amazing ;
It made her senses stagger for a minute,
The riddle's explication seem'd to harden ;
But soon her superannuated nous
Explain'd the horrid mystery ; — and reusing
Her hand to heaven, with the cabbage in it,
On which she meant to sup, —
"Well ! this is Fairy Work ! I'll bet a forden,
Little Prince Silverwings has ketch'd me up^
And set me down in some one else's garden ! **
132
"LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG,"
Seems, at first sight, an unreasonable demand. M&j I
profess no tenderness for Belinda without vowing an at-
tachment to Shock ? Must I feel an equal warmth towards
my bosom Mend and his greyhound ? Some oountiy gentle-
men keep a pack of dogs. Am I expected to divide my
personal regard for my Lord D. amongst all his celebrated
fox-hounds ?
I may bo constitutionally averse to the whole canine
species; I have been bitten, perhaps, in my infancy by a
mastiff, or pinned by a bull-dog. There are harrowing tales
on record of hydrophobia, of himian barkings, and inhuman
smotherings. A dog may be my bugbear. Again, there are
differences in tasta One man may like to have his hand
licked all over by a grateful spaniel ; but I would not have
my extremity served so — even by the human tongue.
But the proverb, so arrogant and absolute in spirit, be-
comes harmless in its common application. The terms are
seldom enforced, except by persons that a gentleman is not
likely to embrace in his affection — ^rat-catchers, butchers and
bull-baiters, tinkers and blind mendicants, beldames and
witches. A slaughterman's tulip-eared puppy is as likely to
engage one's liking as his chuckle-headed master. When a
courtier makes friends with a drover, he will not be likely to
object to a sheep-dog as a third party in the alliance.
"Lore me," Bays Mother Sawyer, "lore my dog."
Who careth to dote on either a witch or her familiar)
The proverb thus loses half of its oppression ; in other cases,
it may become a pleasant fiction, an agreeable confession. I
forget what pretty Countess it was, who made confession of
"LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG." 133
her tenderness for a certain sea-captain, by her abundant
caresses of his Esquimaux wolf-dog. The shame of the
avowal became milder (as the virulence of the small-pox is
abated after passing through the constitution of a cow) by
its transmission through the animal
In like manner, a formal young Quaker and Quakeress —
perfect strangers to each other, and who might otherwise have
sat mum-chance together for many hours — fell suddenly to
romping, merely through the maiden's playfulness with
Obadiah's terrier. The dog broke the ice of formality, — and,
as a third party, took off the painful awkwardness of self-
introduction.
Sir Ulic Mackilligut^ when he wished to break handsomely
with Mistress Tabitha Bramble, kicked her cur. The dog
broke the force of the affront, and the knight's gallantry was
spared the reproach of a direct confession of disgust towards
the spinster ; as the lady took the aversion to herself only
as the brute's ally.
My stepmother Hubbard and myself were not on visiting
terms for many years. Not, we flattered ourselves, through
any hatred or uncharitableness, disgraceful between relations,
but from a constitutional antipathy on the one side, and a
doting affection on the other — to a dog. My breach of duty
and decent respect was softened down into my dread of
hydrophobia : my second-hand parent even persuaded herself
that I was jealous of her regard for Bijou. It was a com-
fortable self-delusion on both sides, — but the scapegoat died,
and then, having no reasonable reason to excuse my visits,
we came to an open rupture. There was no hope of another
favourite. My stepmother had no general affection for the
race, but only for that particular our. It was one of those
incongruous attachments, not accountable to reason, but
seemingly predestined by fate. The dog ^«a ti<c^ V^'^rs^^
i^i .:::,.'>% *• .l^ jtucuricc'.
•• "5 r T~
!ttT8 oil hoxhi
T\' I n- L» r,
ji ^infc b^
"LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG." 183
her tenderaeaa for a certaiD sea-captain, hj her abundant
oaresses of bis Esquimaux nolf-d<^. The shame of the
avowal became milder (as the virulence of the smaU-pox ia
abated after passing through the conatitaticn of a cow) bj
its trauSDiission through the animH.!,
In like manner, a funnal young Quaker and QnaleresB —
perfect strangers to each other, and who might otherwise have
eat mum-cbanoe together for manj hours — fell suddenly to
romping, merely through the nuudea's play^uess with
Obadiob's terrier. The dog broke the ice of formahty, — and,
as a third party, took off the painful awkwardness of self-
introduction.
Sir Ulic Mackilligut, when be wished to break handsomely
with Mistress Tabitha Bramble, kicked her cur. The dog
broke the force of the affront, and the knight's gallantry was
spared the reproach of a direct confession of disgust towards
the spinster ; as the lady took the averwon to herself only
aa the brute's ally.
iSj stepmother Hubbard and myself were not on visiting
terms for many years. Not, we flattered ourselves, through
Kny hatred or uncharitableness, disgraceful between relations,
Imt &om a constitutional antipathy on the one aide, and a
doting affection on the other — to a dog. My breach of duly
and decent respect was softened down into my dread of
.hydrophobia ; my second-hand parent even persuaded herself
that I was jealous of her regard for Bijou. It was a com-
fiirtable self^elusion on both sides, — but the scapegoat died,
Kxd then, having no reasonable reason to excuse my visits,
we same to an open rupture. There was no hope of another
ite. My stepmother had no general affection for the
iL but only for that particular cur. It was one of those
AbruouB attachments, not accountable to reason, but
-^"~'" fredeitined by fate. The do% w«a tio Vaa^i*.^
184 "LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG."
-^no fayouiite of a dear deceased friend ; — nglj as the bmte
was, she loved him for his own sake, — not for any fondness
and fidelity, for he was the most imgrateful dog, under kind-
ness, that I ever knew, — not for his yigilance, for he was
never wakefuL He was not useful, like a turnspit; nor
accomplished, for he could not dance. He had not personal
beauty even, to make him a welcome object ; and yet^ if my
relation had been requested to display her jewels^ she would
have pointed to the dog; and have answered, in the very
spirit of Cornelia, — ^" There is my Bijou."
Conceive, Header, under this endearing title, a hideous
dwarf-mongrel, half pug and half terrier, with a face like a
frx)g*8 — his goggle-eyes squeezing out of his head : — a body
like a barrel-chum, on four short bandy legs,-*as if, in his
puppyhood, he had been ill-nursed, — ^terminating in a tail like
a rabbit's. There is only one sound in nature similar to his
barking : — ^to hear his voice, you would have looked, not for
a dog, but for a duck. He was fat, and scant of breath. It
might have been said, that he was stuffed alive ; — but his
loving mistress, in mournful anticipation of his death, kept
a handsome glass case to hold his mummy. She intended,
like Queen Constance, to '' stuff out his vacant garment with
his form ; " — ^to have him ever before her, '' in his habit as
he lived ; "^but that hope was never realized.
In those days there were dog-stealers, as well as slave-
dealers, — the kidnapping of the canine, as of the Negro victim,
being attributable to his skia
One evening, Bijou disappeared. A fruitless search was
made for him at all his accustomed haunts, — ^but at daybreak
the next morning, — stripped naked of his skin, — ^with a mock
paper frill, — and the stump of a tobacco-pipe, stuck in his
nether jaw, — ^he was discovered, set upright against a post I
My stepmother^s grief was ungovernable. Tears, which
A DREAM. 185
she had not wasted on her deceased Btep-children, were shed
then. In her first transport, a reward of £100 was offered
fbr the apprehension of the murderers, but m vain.
The remains of Bijou, such as they were, she caused to be
deposited under the lawn.
I forget what popular poet was gratified with ten guineas
for writing his epitaph ; but it was in the measure of the
** Pleasures of Hope."
A DREAM.
In the figure above,*— (a medley of human faces, wherein
certain features belong in common to different visages, the
eyebrow of one, for instance, forming the mouth of another,)
—I have tried to typify a conmion characteristic of dreams,
namely, the entanglement of divers ideas, to the waking mind
distinct or incongruous, but, by the confusion of sleep, insepa-
rably ravelled up, and knotted into Gordian intricacies. For,
as the equivocal feature in the emblem belongs indifferently
to either countenance, but is appropriated by the head that
happens to be presently the object of contemplation; so, in a
dream, two separate notions will naturally involve some con-
vertible incident, that becomes, by turns, a symptom of both
in general, or of either in particular. Thus are begotten the
most extravagant associations of thoughts and images^ —
unnatural connexions, like those marriages of forbidden
relationships, where mothers become cousin to their own sons
or daughters, and quite as bewildering as such genealogical
embarrassments.
I had a dismal dream once, of this nature, that will serve
« Sm " Hood'i Own,'* Second Series, p. 42^.
136 A DREAM.
woll for an iUiistration, and which originated in the fiulore of
ray first, and last, attempt as a dramatic writer. Manj of
my readers, if I were to name the piece in question, would
remember its signal condemnation. As soon as the Tni^;edjr
of mj Tragedy was completed, I got into a coach, and rode
home. My nerves were quiyering with shame and mortifi*
cation. I tried to compose myself oyer " Paradise Lost," bat
it failed to soothe me. I flung myself into bed, and at
length slept — but the disaster of the night still haunted mj
dreams ; I was again in the accursed theatre, but with a
di£ference. It was a compound of the Drury-Lane Building
and Pandemonium. There were the old shining green pillars,
on either side of the stage, but above, a sublimer dome than
ever overhung mortal playhouse. The wonted finmilies were
in keeping of the forespoken scats, but the first companies
they admitted were new and strange to the place. The first
and second tiers,
" With dreadful faces thronged, and fieiy anna,"
showed like those purgatorial circles sung of by the ancient
Florentine. Satan was in the stage-box. The pit, dismally
associated with its bottomless namesake, was peopled with
fiends. Mehu scowled from the critic's seat. Belial, flushed
with wine, led on with shout and cat-call the uproar of the
one-shilling infemals. My hair stood upright with dread and
horror ; I had an appalling sense, that more than my dramatic
welfare was at stake — ^that it was to be not a purely literary
ordeaL An alarming figure, sometimes a ixewspaper reporter,
sometimes a devil, so prevaricating are the communications of
sleep, was sitting, with his note-book, at my side. My play
began. As it proceeded, sounds indescribable arose from the
infernal auditory, increasing till the end of the first act. The
familiar cry of ** Choose any oranges I " waa then intermingled
A DREAM. 137
with the munnurings of demons. The tumult grew with the
progress of the play. The last act passed in dumb show, the
homed monsters bellowing, throughout, like the wild bulls of
Basan. Prongs and flesh-hooks showered upon the stage.
MrsL Siddons — ^the human nature thus jumbling with the
diabolical — was struck bj a brimstone balL Her lofty
brother, robed in imperial purple, came forward towards the
orchestra to remonstrate, and was received like the Arch-
devil in the Poem :
"heheara
On aII ndei^ from innamenble tongnesy
A difmal aniTeml bisa^ the Bound
Of pnblic soorn."
He bowed to the sense of the house, and withdrew. My
doom was sealed ; the recording devil noted down my
sentence. A suffocating vapour, now smelling of sulphur,
and now of gas, issued from the imquenchable stage-lamps.
The flames of the Catalonian Castle, burning in the back
scene, in compliance with the catastrophe of the piece, blazed
up with horrible import My flesh crept all over me. I
thought of the everlasting torments, and at the next moment,
of the morrow's paragrapha I shnmk from the comments of
the Morning Post, and the hot marl of -Malebolge. The sins
of authorship had confounded themselves, inextricably, with
the mortal sins of the law. I could not disentangle my own
from my play*s perdition. I was damned : but whether
spiritually or dramatically, the twilight intelligence of a
dream was not clear enough to determine.
Another sample, wherein the preliminaries of the dream
involved one portion, and implicitly forbade the other half of
the conclusion, was more whimsical It occurred when I was
on the eve of marriage — a season, when, if lovers sleep
sparingly, they dream profusely. A very bnai ^S^o^cxst
183 A DREAH.
sufficed to cany me in the night-coach to Bognor. It had
been concerted, between Honoria and myself, that we should
pass the honeymoon at some such place upon the coast The
purpose of my solitary journey was to procure an appropriate
dwelling, and which, we had agreed, should be a little pleasant
house, with an indispensable look-out upon the sea. I chose
one accordingly; a pretty yiUa, with bow-windowfl^ and a
prospect delightfully marine. The ocean murmur sounded
incessantly from the beach. A decent elderly body, in
decayed sables, undertook, on her part, to promote the
comforts of the occupants by every suitable attention, and,
as she assured me, at a very reasonable rate. So far, the
nocturnal finculty had served me truly. A day-dream could
not have proceeded more orderly ; but, alas 1 just here, when
the dwelling was selected, the sea view secured, the rent
agreed upon, — ^when every thing was plausible, consistent, and
rational, — ^the incoherent fancy crept in and confounded all, —
by marrying me to the old woman of the house !
A large proportion of my dreams have, like the preceding,
an origin more or less remote in some actual occurrence.
But, from all my observation and experience, the popular
notion is a mistaken one, that our dreams take their subject
and colour from the business or meditations of the day. It
is true that sleep frequently gives back real images and
actions, like a mirror ; but the reflection returns at a longer
interval It extracts frt>m pages of some standing, like the
^ Retrospective Review." The mind, released from its con-
nexion with external associations, flies ofl^, gladly, to novel
speculations. The soul does not carry its tasks out of school
The novel, read upon the pillow, is of no more influence than
the bride-cake laid beneath it. The charms of Di Vernon
have faded, with me, into a vision of Dr. Faustus ; the bridal
dance and festivities, into a chace by a mad bullock.
A DREAM. 139
The sleeper, like the felon, at the puttuig on of the night-
cap, is about to be turned off from the afiairs of this world.
The material scaffold sinks under him ; he drops — as it is
expressiTely called — asleep ; and the spirit is transported, we
know not whither I
I should like to know that, by any earnest application of
thought, we could impress its subject upon the midnight
blank It would be worth a day's devotion to Milton, —
" from mom till noon, frt>m noon till dewy eve,** — ^to obtain
but one glorious vision frt>m the '' Paradise Lost;*' to Spenser,
to purchase but one magical reflection — a Fata Morgana— of
the '' Faery Queen ! " I have heard it affirmed, indeed, by a
gentleman, an especial advocate of Early Rising, that he could
procure whatever dream he wished ; but I disbelieve it, or he
would pass fEur more hours than he does in bed. If it were
possible, by any process, to bespeak the night's entertain-
ment, the theatres, for me, might dose their uninviting doors.
Who would care to sit at the miserable parodies of '' Lear,"
"Hamlet," and « Othello,"— to say nothing of the "Tempest,"
or the " Midsummer Night's Phantasy," — ^that could com-
mand the representation of either of those noble dramas,
with all the sublime personations, the magnificent scenery,
and awful reality of a dream ?
For horrible fancies, merely, nightmares and incubi, there
is a recipe extant, that is ciirrently attributed to the late
Mr. Fuseli. I mean a supper of raw pork ; but, as I never
slept after it, I cannot speak as to the effect
Opium I have never tried, and, therefore, have never ex-
perienced such magnificent visions as are described by its
eloquent historian. I have never been buried for ages under
pyramids ; and yet, methinks, have suffered agonies as intense
as hit could be, from the commonplace inflictions. For ex-
ample, a night spent in the counting of intATTim!AX\^T£Q2a^Q«c<^,
180 A FAIRT TALE.
When, — ^whether from a fl/s malidoos oomment
Upon his tender flank, from which he shrank ;
Or whether
Only in some enthusiastic moment, —
However, one brown monster, in a frisk.
Giving his tail a perpendicular whisk,
Kick*d out a passage thro* the beastly rabble :
And after a pas seul,— or, if you will, a
Horn-pipe before the Basket-makef s villa,
Leapt o*er the tiny pale, —
Back*d his beef-steaks against the wooden gable,
And thrust his brawny bell-rope of a tail
Right o'er the page.
Wherein the sage
Just then was spelling some romantic fable.
c •».
The old man, half a scholar, half a dunce,
Could not peruse, — ^who could I — two tales at once,
And being hufiTd
At what he knew was none of Riquet's Tuft,
Bang*d-to the door,
But most imluckily enclosed a morsel
Of the intruding tail, and all the tassel : —
The monster gave a roar.
And bolting off with speed, increased by p^n,
The little house became a coach once more,
And, like Macheath, " took to the road*' again I
Just then, by fortune's whimsical decree,
The ancient woman stooping with her crupper
Towards sweet home, or where sweet home should be,
Was getting up some household herbs for supper :
Thoaghtful of Cinderella, in the tale,
A FAIBT TAIX 131
And quaintly wondering if magio shifts
Gould o'er a common pumpkin so prevail.
To turn it to a coach, — ^what pretty gifts
Might come of cabbages, and curly kale ;
Meanwhile she never heard her old man's wail,
Nor tum'd, till home had tum'd a comer, quite
Gone out of sight !
At last, conceive her, rising from the ground,
Weary of sitting on her russet clothing ;
And lookmg round
Where rest was to be found,
There was no house — ^no villa there — ^no nothing I
No house 1
The change was quite amazing ;
It made her senses stagger for a minute,
The riddle's explication seem'd to harden ;
But soon her superannuated notu
Explain'd the horrid mystery ; — and raising
Her hand to heaven, with the cabbage in it,
On which she meant to sup, —
"Well ! this u Fairy Work ! Fll bet a farden,
Little Prince Silverwings has ketch'd me up,
And set me down in some one else's garden ! **
132
"LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG,**
Seems, at first sight, an tmreasonable demand. M&j I
profess no tenderness for Belinda without vowing an at-
tachment to Shock ? Must I feel an equal warmth towards
my bosom friend and his greyhound ? Some country gentle-
men keep a pack of dogs. Am I expected to divide my
personal regard for my Lord D. amongst all his celebrated
fox-hounds ?
I may bo constitutionally averse to the whole canine
species; I have been bitten, perhaps, in my infancy by a
mastiff, or pinned by a buU-dog. There are harrowing tales
on record of hydrophobia, of himian barkings, and inhuman
smotherings. A dog may be my bugbear. Again, there are
differences in taste. One man may like to have his hand
licked all over by a grateful spaniel ; but I would not have
my extremity served so — even by the human tongue.
But the proverb, so arrogant and absolute in spirit, be-
comes harmless in its common application. The terms are
seldom enforced, except by persons that a gentleman is not
likely to embrace in his affection — ^rat-catchers, butchers and
bull-baiters, tinkers and blind mendicants, beldames and
witches. A slaughterman's tulip-eared puppy is as likely to
engage one's liking as his chuckle-headed master. When a
courtier makes friends with a drover, he will not be likely to
object to a sheep-dog as a third party in the alliance.
**LoYe me," says Mother Sawyer, " lore my dog."
Who careth to dote on either a witch or her familiar?
The proverb thus loses half of its oppression ; in other cases,
it may become a pleasant fiction, an agreeable confession. I
foi^t what pretty Countess it was, who made confession of
"LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG." 183
her tenderness for a certain sea-captain, by her abundant
caresses of his Esquimaux wolf-dog. The shame of the
avowal became milder (as the virulence of the small-pox is
abated after passing through the constitution of a cow) by
its transmission through the animal
In like manner, a formal young Quaker and Quakeress —
perfect strangers to each other, and who might otherwise have
sat mimi-chance together for many hours — fell suddenly to
romping, merely through the maiden's playfulness with
Obadiah*s terrier. The dog broke the ice of formality, — and,
as a third party, took off the painful awkwardness of self-
introduction.
Sir Ulic Mackilligut, when he wished to break handsomely
with Mistress Tabitha Bramble, kicked her cur. The dog
broke the force of the affront, and the knight's gallantry was
spared the reproach of a direct confession of disgust towards
the spinster ; as the lady took the aversion to herself only
as the brute's ally.
My stepmother Hubbard and myself were not on visiting
terms for many years. Not, we flattered ourselves, through
any hatred or uncharitableness, disgraceful between relations,
but from a constitutional antipathy on the one side, and a
doting affection on the other — to a dog. My breach of duty
and decent respect was softened down into my dread of
hydrophobia : my second-hand parent even persuaded herself
that I was jealous of her regard for Bijou. It was a com-
fortable self-delusion on both sides, — but the scapegoat died,
and then, having no reasonable reason to excuse my visits,
we came to an open rupture. There was no hope of another
favourite. My stepmother had no general affection for the
race, but only for that particular cur. It was one of those
incongruous attachments, not accountable to reason, but
seemingly predestined by fate. The do^ ^«a Tk!^ \5^^^s^^
m "LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG."
—no favourite of a dear deceased friend ; — ^ugly as the bnite
was, she loved him for his own sake, — ^not for any fondness
and fidelity, for he was the most ungrateful dog, under kind-
ness, that I ever knew, — not for his vigilance, for he was
never wakefuL He was not useful, like a turnspit; nor
accomplished, for he could not dance. He had not personal
beauty even, to make him a welcome object ; and yet» if my
relation had been requested to display her jewels^ she would
have pointed to the dog; and have answered| in the very
spirit of Cornelia, — ** There is my Bgou."
Conceive, Reader, under this endearing title, a hideous
dwarf-mongrel, half pug and half tenrier, with a face like a
frog's — his goggle-eyes squeezing out of his head : — a body
like a barrel-chum, on four short bandy legs, — as if, in his
puppyhood, he had been ill-nursed, — ^terminating in a tail like
a rabbit's. There is only one sound in nature similar to his
barking : — ^to hear his voice, you would have looked, not for
a dog, but for a duck. He was fat, and scant of breath. It
might have been said, that he was stuffed alive ; — but his
loving mistress, in mournful anticipation of his death, kept
a handsome glass case to hold his mummy. She intended,
like Queen Constance, to *' stuff out his vacant garment with
his form ; " — ^to have him ever before her, '' in his habit as
he lived ; " — ^but that hope was never realized.
In those days there were dog-stealers, as well as slave-
dealers, — ^the kidnapping of the canine, as of the Negro victim,
being attributable to his skin.
One evening. Bijou disappeared. A fruitless search was
made for him at all his accustomed haunts, — ^but at daybreak
the next morning, — stripped naked of his skin, — ^with a mock
paper frill, — and the stiunp of a tobacco-pipe, stuck in his
nether jaw, — he was discovered, set upright against a post !
My stepmother^s grief was ungovernable. Tears, which
A DREAM. 185
ahe had not wasted on her deceased step-children, were shed
then. In her first transport, a reward of £100 was offered
fbr the apprehension of the murderers, but in vain.
The remains of Bgou, such as they were, she caused to be
deposited imder the lawn.
I forget what popular poet was gratified with ten guineas
for writing lus epitaph ; but it was in the measure of the
** Pleasures of Hope."
A DREAM.
In the figure above,* — (a medley of human faces, wherein
certain features belong in common to different visages, the
eyebrow of one, for instance, forming the mouth of another,)
-»I have tried to typify a common diaracteristio of dreams,
namely, the entanglement of divers ideas, to the waking mind
distinct or incongruous, but, by the confusion of sleep, insepa-
rably ravelled up, and knotted into Gordian intricacies. For,
as the equivocal feature in the emblem belongs indifferently
to either countenance, but is appropriated by the head that
happens to be presently the object of contemplation; so, in a
dream, two separate notions will naturally involve some con-
vertible incident, that becomes, by turns, a symptom of both
in general, or of either in particular. Thus are begotten the
most extravagant associations of thoughts and images, —
unnatural connexions, like those marriages of forbidden
relationships, where mothers become cousin to their own sous
or daughters, and quite as bewildering as such genealogical
embarrassments.
I had a dismal dream once, of this nature, that will servo
* Sm « Hood's Own," Second Series, p. 42!L
136 A DREAM.
well for an illustration, and which originated in the failure of
ray first, and last, attempt as a dramatic writer. Many of
my readers, if I were to name the piece in question, woold
remember its signal condemnation. As soon as the Tragedy
of my Tragedy was completed, I got into a coach, and rode
home. My nerves were quivering with shame and mortifi-
cation. I tried to compose myself over ^ Paradise Lost,*' but
it failed to soothe me. I flung myself into bed, and at
length slept — but the disaster of the night still haunted my
dreams; I was again in the accursed theatre, but with a
difference. It was a compound of the Drury-Lane Building
and Pandemonium. There were the old shining green pillarSy
on either side of the stage, but above, a sublimer dome than
ever overhung mortal playhouse. The wonted families were
in keeping of the forespoken seats, but the first companies
they admitted were new and strange to the place. The first
and second tiers,
*' With dreadful faces thronged, and fiery anna,*'
showed like those pui^atorial circles sung of by the ancient
Florentine. Satan was in the stage-box. The pit, dismally
associated with its bottomless namesake, was peopled with
fiends. Mchu scowled from the critic's seat. Belial, flushed
with wine, led on with shout and cat-call the uproar of the
one-shilling infemals. My hair stood upright with dread and
horror ; I had an appalling sense, that more than my dramatic
welfare was at stake — that it was to be not a purely literary
ordeaL An alarming figure, sometimes a Acwspaper reporter,
sometimes a devil, so prevaricating are the communications of
sleep, was sitting, with his note-book, at my side. My play
began. As it proceeded, soimds indescribable arose from the
infernal auditory, increasing till the end of the first act. The
familiar cry of " Choose any oranges ! *' waa then intermingled
A DREAM. 137
with the murmurings of demons. The tumolt grew with the
progress of the play. The last act paased in dumb show, the
homed monsters bellowing, throughout, like the wild bulls of
Basan. Prongs and flesh-hooks showered upon the stage.
Mtbl Siddons — ^the human nature thus jumbling with the
diabolical — was struck bj a brimstone balL Her lofty
brother, robed in imperial purple, came forward towards the
orchestra to remonstrate, and was received like the Arch-
devil in the Poem :
"he hears
On all rides, from innamerable toDgnes,
A dismal universal biss^ the sound
Of pnblic BOom.**
He bowed to the sense of the house, and withdrew. My
doom was sealed ; the recording devil noted down my
sentence. A suffocating vapour, now smelling of sulphur,
and now of gas, issued from the unquenchable stage-lamp&
The flames of the Catalonian Castle, burning in the back
scene, in compliance with the catastrophe of the piece, blazed
up with horrible import. My flesh crept all over me. I
thought of the everlasting torments, and at the next moment,
of the morrow's paragraphs. I shnmk frx>m the comments of
the Morning Post, and the hot marl of -Malebolge. The sins
of authorship had confounded themselves, inextricably, with
the mortal sins of the law. I ooidd not disentangle my own
from my play*s perdition. I was damned : but whether
spiritually or dramatically, the twilight intelligence of a
dream was not clear enough to determine.
Another sample, wherein the preliminaries of the dream
involved one portion, and implicitly forbade the other half of
the conclusion, was more whimsical It occurred when I was
on the eve of marriage — a season, when, if lovers sleep
sparingly, they dream profusely. A verf bnsi ^coss^c^^
183 A DREAM.
sufficed to oaiTj me in the night-coach to Bognor. It had
been concerted, between Honoria and myself, that we should
pass the honeymoon at some such place upon the coast. The
purpose of my solitary journey was to procure an appropriate
dwelling, and which, we had agreed, should be a little pleasant
house, with an indispensable look-out upon the sea. I ohoso
one accordingly; a pretty villa, with bow-windows, and a
prospect delightfully marine. The ocean murmur sounded
incessantly from the beach. A decent elderly body, in
decayed sables, undertook, on her part, to promote the
comforts of the occupants by every suitable attention, and,
as she assured me, at a very reasonable rate. So fiur, the
nocturnal fiiculty had served me truly. A day-dream could
not have proceeded more orderly ; but, alas ! just here, when
the dwelling was selected, the sea view secured, the rent
agreed upon, — ^when every thing was plausible, consistent, and
rational, — ^the incoherent fimcy crept in and confoimded all, —
by marrying me to the old woman of the house !
A large proportion of my dreams have, like the preceding,
an origin more or less remote in some actual occurrence.
But, from all my observation and experience, the popular
notion is a mistaken one, that our dreams take their subject
and coloiur from the business or meditations of the day. It
is true that sleep frequently gives back real images and
actions, like a mirror ; but the reflection returns at a longer
interval It extracts from pages of some standing, like the
" Retrospective Review." The mind, released from its con-
nexion with external associations, flies ofi*, gladly, to novel
speculations. The soul does not carry its tasks out of school
The novel, read upon the pillow, is of no more influence than
the bride-cake laid beneath it The charms of Di Vernon
have faded, with me, into a vision of Dr. Fatistus ; the bridal
dance and festivities, into a chace by a mad bullock.
A DREAM. 139
The Bleeper, like the felon, at the putting on of the night-
cap, is about to be turned off from the affairs of this world.
The material scaffold sinks under him ; he drops — ^as it is
expressively called — asleep ; and the spirit is transported, we
know not whither 1
I should like to know that, by any earnest application of
thought, we coidd impress its subject upon the midnight
blank It would be worth a day's devotion to Milton, —
** from mom till noon, frx)m noon till dewy eve,** — ^to obtain
but one glorious vision from the " Paradise Lost;" to Spenser,
to purchase but one magical reflection — a Fata Morgana— of
the '' Faery Queen ! " I have heard it affirmed, indeed, by a
gentleman, an especial advocate of Early Rising, that he could
procure whatever dream he wished ; but I disbelieve it, or he
would pass flEu: more hours than he does in bed. If it were
possible, by any process, to bespeak the night's entertain-
ment, the theatres^ for me, might close their iminviting doors.
Who would care to sit at the miserable parodies of *' Lear,"
"Hamlet," and " Othello,"— to say nothing of the "Tempest,"
or the " Midsummer Night's Phantasy," — ^that could oom«
mand the representation of either of those noble dramas,
with all the sublime personations, the magnificent scenery,
and awful reality of a dream ?
For horrible fancies, merely, nightmares and incubi, there
is a recipe extant, that is currently attributed to the late
Mr. Fuseli. I mean a supper of raw pork ; but, as I never
slept afler it, I cannot speak as to the effect
Opium I have never tried, and, therefore, have never ex-
perienced such magnificent visions as are described by its
eloquent historian. I have never been buried for ages under
pyramids ; and yet, methinks, have suffered agonies as intense
as hi$ could be, from the commonplace inflictions. For ex-
ample, a night spent in the counting of iQtArnm^V^Tixas^Qnc^
140 A DREAM.
^-an Inquisitorial penance — everlasting tedium — ^the Mind's
treadmill !
Another writer, in recording his horrible dreams, describes
himself to have been sometimes an animal pursued by hounds;
sometimes a bird, torn in pieces by eagles. They are flat
contradictions of my Theory of Dreams. Such Oridian Meta-
morphoses never yet entered into my experience. I never
translate myself. I must know the taste of rape and hemp-
seed, and have cleansed my gizzard with small gravel, before
even fancy can turn me into a bird. I must have another
nowl upon my shoulders, ere I can feel a longing for ''a bottle
of chopt hay, or your good dried oats." My own habits and
prejudices, all the symptoms of my identity, cling to me in
my dreams. It never happened to me to fancy myself a
child or a woman, dwarf or giant, stone-blind, or deprived of
any sense.
And here, the latter part of the sentence reminds me of
an intereresting question, on this subject, that has greatly
puzzled me, and of which I should be glad to obtain a satis-
factory solution, viz. : — How does a blind man dream f I
mean a person with the opaque crystal from his birth. He
is defective in that very faculty, which, of all others, is most
active in those night passages, thence emphatically called
Visions. He has had no acquaintance with external images,
and has, therefore, none of those transparent pictures, that,
like the slides of a magic lantern, pass before the mind's eye,
and are projected by the inward spiritual light upon the utter
blank. His imagination must be like an imperfect kaleido-
scope, totally unfurnished with those parti-coloured fragments,
whereof the complete instrument makes such interminable
combinations. It is difficult to conceive such a man*s dream.
Is ft a still benighted wandering — a pitch-dark night progress
— ^made known to him by the consciousness of the remainin^^
A DREAM. 1*1
senses ? Is he still pulled through the universal blank, by
an invisible power, as it were, at the nether end of the string?
— ^regaled, sometimes, with celestial voluntaries and imknown
mysterious fragrances, answering to our romantic flights ; at
other times, with homely voices and more familiar odours ;
here, of rank-smelling cheeses ; there, of pungent pickles or
aromatic drugs, hinting his progress through a metropolitan
street. Does he over again enjoy the grateful roundness of
those substantial droppings from the invisible passenger, —
palpable deposits of an abstract benevolence, — or, in his
nightmares, suffer anew those painful concussions and
corporeal buffetings, from that (to him) obscure evil prin-
ciple, the Parish Beadle ?
This question I am happily enabled to resolve, through the
information of the oldest of those blind Tobits that stand in
fresco against Bunhill Wall; the same who made that notable
comparison, of scarlet, to the sound of a trumpet As I un-
derstood him, harmony, with the gravel-blind, is prismatic as
well as chromatic. To use his own illustration, a wall-eyed
man has a palette in his ear, as well as in his mouth. Some
stone-blinds, indeed, — dull dogs, — ^without any ear for colour,
prof^ to distinguish the different hues and shades by the
touch ; but that, he said, ^as a slovenly, uncertain method, and
in the chief article of Paintings not allowed to be exercised.
On my expressing some natural surprise at the aptitude of
his celebrated comparison, — a miraculously close likening, to
my mind, of the known to the unknown, — ^he told me, the
instance was nothing, for the least discriminative among
them could distinguish the scarlet colour of the mail guards'
liveries, by the sound of their horns : but there were others,
so acute their facility ! that they could tell the very features
and complexion of their relatives and familiars, by the mere
tone of their voices. I was much gratified mtlx t\i\& ^x^vsat
141 TilE IKISII SCllUULMASTEll.
Alsoe, he schools some tame familiar fowlfl.
Whereof, above his head, some two or three
Sit darkly squatting, like Minerva^ owls.
But on the branches of no living tree,
And overlook the learned family ;
While, sometimes, Partlet, from her gloomy perch.
Drops feather on the nose of Dominie,
Meanwhile, with serious eye, he makes research
In leaves of that sour tree of knowledge-— now a birch.
No chair he hath, the awful Pedagogue,
Such as would magisterial hams imbed,
But sitteth lowly on a beechen log,
Secure in high authority and dread :
Large, as a dome for learning, seems his head,
And like Apollo's, all beset with rays.
Because his locks are so unkempt and red.
And stand abroad in many several ways :
No laurel crown he wears, howbeit his cap is baize,
And, underneath, a pair of shaggy brows
O'erhang as many eyes of gizzard hue.
That inward giblet of a fowl, which shows
A mongrel tint, that is ne brown ne blue ;
His nose, — it is a coral to the view ;
Well nourish'd with Pierian Potheen, —
For much he loves his native moimtain dew ; —
But to depict the dye would lack, I ween,
A bottle-red, in terms, as well as bottle-green.
•
As for his coat, *tis such a jerkin short
As Spencer had, ere he composed his Tales ;
THE IBISH SCHOOLICASTES. 145
But underneath he hath no vest^ nor anght^
So that the wind hk aiiy breast assails ;
Below, he wears the nether garb of males^
Of crimson plash, but non-plushed at the knee ;
Thence further down the native red prevails,
Of his own naked fleecy hosierie : —
Two sandals, without soles, complete his cap-a-pie.
Nathless, for dignity, he now doth lap
His function in a magisterial gown,
That shows more ooimtries in it than a map, —
Blue tinct, and red, and green, and russet-brown,
Besides some blots, standing for country-town ;
And eke some rents, for streams and rivers wide ;
But, sometimes^ bashful when he looks adown.
He turns the garment of the other side,
Hopeful that so the holes may never be espied f
And soe he sits, amidst the little pack,
That look for shady or for sunny noon.
Within his visage, like an almanack —
His quiet smile foretelling gracious boon ;
But when his mouth droops down, like rainy moon,
VTiih. horrid chill each little heart imwarms.
Knowing, that infknt shoVrs will follow soon,
And with forebodings of near wrath and storms
They sit, like timid hares, all trembling on their forma.
Ah ! luckless wight^ who cannot then repeat
« Corduroy Colloquy,"— or " Ki, Kab, Kod,"—
Full soon his tears shall make his turfy seat
More sodden, tho* already made of sod.
For Dan shall whip him with the word of God, —
VOL, V. "^
146 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER:
Severe by rule, and not by nature mild.
He never spoils the child and spares the rod.
But spoils the rod and never spares the ohild.
And soe with holy rule deems ho is reoonoiled.
But surely the just sky will never wink
At men who take delight in childish throe.
And stripe the nether-urchin like a pink
Or tender hyacinth, inscribed with woe ;
Such bloody Pedagogues, when they shall know,
By useless birches, that forlorn recess,
Which is no holiday, in Pit below.
Will hell not seem design'd for their distress —
A melancholy place, that is all bottomlesse t
Tet would the Muse not chide the wholesome use
Of needful discipline, in due degree.
Devoid of sway, what wrongs will time produce^
Whene'er the twig untrain'd grows up a tree.
This shall a Carder, that a Whiteboy be,
Ferocious leaders of atrociotis bands,
And Learning's help be used for infamie.
By lawless clerks, that, with their bloody hands,
In murder'd English write Rock's murderous oommanda.
But ah ! what shrUly cry doth now alarm
The sooty fowls that dozed upon the beam,
All sudden fluttering from the brandish'd arm.
And cackling chorus with the human scream ;
Meanwhile, the scourge plies that unkindly seam
In Phelim's brogues, which bares his naked skin,
I^ike traitor gap in warlike fort, I deem,
THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTEB. 147
That falsely lets the fieroe besieger in,
Kor seeks the Pedagogue by other course to win.
No parent dear he hath to heed his cries ; — <
Alas ! his parent dear is far aloof,
And deep in Seven-Dial cellar lies.
Killed by kind cudgel-play, or gin of proof,
Or dimbeth, catwise, on some London roof.
Singing, perchance, a lay of Erin's Isle,
Or, whilst he labours, weaves a fancy- woof.
Dreaming he sees his home — ^his Phelim*s smile ;
Ah me 1 that luckless imp, who weepeth all the while f
Ah ! who can paint that hard and heavy time.
When first the scholar 'lists in leaming^s train,
And moimts her rugged steep, enforced to climb.
Like sooty imp, by sharp posterior pain.
From bloody twig, and eke that Indian cane,
Wherein, alas I no sugar*d juices dwell 1
For this, the while one stripling's sluices drain.
Another weepeth over chilblains fell,
Always upon the heel, yet never to be well !
Anon a third, — for his delicious root,
Late ravish'd from his tooth by elder chit,
So soon is human violence afoot,
So hardly is the harmless biter bit !
Meanwhile, the tyrant, with untimely wit
And mouthing tace, derides the small one's moan.
Who, all lamenting for his loss, doth sit.
Alack, — ^mischance comes seldomtimes alone,
But aye the worried dog must rue more c\mc^ \Jq3kcl ^tssi.
148 THE IRISH SCHOOLICASTEB.
For lo ! the Pedagogae, with sadden dmb,
Smites his scald head, that is ahreadj sore,—
(Superfluous wound,^«uch is Misfortune's rub)
Who straight makes answer with redoubled roar,
And sheds salt tears twice finster than before,
That stOl with backward fist he strives to dxy ;
Washing with brackish moisturey o*er and o'er,
His muddy cheek, that grows more foul thereby,
Till all his rainy fiAoe looks grim as rainy tkj.
So Dan, by dint of noise, obtains a peace,
And with his natural untender knack,
By new distress, bids former grieranoe cease^
Like tears dried up with rugged huckaback.
That sets the mournful visage all awrack ;
Yet soon the childish countenance will shine
Even as thorough storms the soonest slack,
For grief and beef in adverse ways incline,
This keeps, and that decays, when duly soak'd in brineu
Now all is hush'd, and, with a look profound,
The Dominie lays ope the learned page ;
(So be it called, although he doth expound
Without a book) both Greek and Latin sage ;
Now telleth he of Rome's rude in&nt age,
How Romulus was bred in savage wood.
By wet-nurse wolf, devoid of wolfish rage ;
And laid foundation-stone of walls of mud,
But watered it, alas 1 with wann fraternal blood.
Anon he turns to that Homeric war,
How Troy was sieged like Londonderry town ;
TH£ IRISH SCHOOLllASTER. 149
And stout AohilleSy at his jauntmg-oar.
Dragged mighty Hector with a bloody crown :
And eke the bard, that sung of their renown.
In garb of Greece most beggar-like and torn.
He paints, with colly, wand'ring up and down :
Because, at once, in seven cities bom ;
And so, of parish rights, was, all his days^ forlorn.
Anon, through old Mythology he goes,
Of gods defunct, and all their pedigrees,
But shuns their scandalous amours, and shows
How Plato wise, and dear-eyed Socrates,
Confess'd not to those heathen hes and shes ;
But thro' the clouds of the Olympic cope
Beheld St Peter, with his holy keys,
And own'd their love was naught, and boVd to Pope^
Whilst all their purblind race in Pagan mist did grope.
From such quaint themes he turns, at last, aside,
To new philosophies, that still are green.
And shows what rail-roads have been track'd to guide
The wheels of great political machine ;
If English com should grow abroad, I ween,
And gold be made of gold, or paper sheet ;
How many pigs be bom to each spalpeen ;
And ah 1 how man shall thrive beyond his meat, —
With twenty souls alive, to one square sod of peat 1
Here, he makes end ; and all the fry of youth.
That stood around with serious look intense,
Close up again their gaping eyes and mouth.
Which they had opened to his eloquence.
As if their hearing were a threefold eei>jaA«
150 THE IRISH SCHOOLMASTER.
But now the current of his words is done.
And whether any fruits shall spring from thenoe^
In future time, with any mother's son !—
It is a thing, God wot ! that can be told by nona
Now by the creeping shadows of the noon,
The hour is come to lay aside their lore ;
The cheerful Pedagogue perceives it soon,
And cries, " Begone ! " imto the imps, — and four
Snatch their two hats and struggle for the door,-«
Like ardent spirits vented from a cask.
All blithe and boisterous, — ^but leave two more,
With Reading made Uneasy for a task,
To weep, whilst all their mates in meny sunshine bask.
Like sportive Elfins, on the verdant sod.
With tender moss so sleekly overgrown.
That doth not hurt, but kiss, the sole unshod.
So soothly kind is Erin to her own !
And one, at Hare-and-Hoimd, plays all alone, —
For Phelim*s gone to tend his step-dame's cow ;
Ah ! Phelim's step-dame is a cankered crone I
Whilst other twain play at an Irish row.
And, with shillelah small, break one another's brow !
But careful Dominie, with ceaseless thrift.
Now changeth ferula for rural hoe ;
But, first of all, with tender hand doth shift
His college gown, because of solar glow.
And hangs it on a bush, to scare the crow :
Meanwhile, he plants in earth the dappled bean,
Or trains the yoimg potatoes all a-row.
FAITHLESS KELLY GRAY. 151
Or plucks the fragrant leek for pottage green,
With that crisp curly herb, call*d Kale in Aberdeen.
And so he wisely spends the fruitful hours,
Link*d each to each by labour, like a bee ;
Or rules in Learnings hall, or trims her boVrs ;<—
Would there were many more such wights as he,
To sway each capital academic
Of Cam and Isis ; for, alack ! at each
There dwells, I wot, some dromsh Dominie,
That does no garden work, nor yet doth teach.
But wears a floury head, and talks in flow'iy speech !
FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY.
▲ FATHETIO BALLAD.
BsN Battlb was a soldier bold,
And used to war's alarms :
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms !
Now as they bore him off the field,
Said he, ** Let others shoot^
For here I leave my second leg.
And the Forty-second Foot ! **
The army-surgeons made him limbs :
Said he,^** They're only pegs :
But there's as wooden Members quite.
As represent my legs 1 "
162 FAITHLESS NELL7 ORAT.
Now Ben he loved a pretty maid.
Her name was Nelly Gray ;
So he went to pay her hia devours,
When he*d devoured his pay I
But when he called on Nelly Gray,
She made him quite a scoff;
And when she saw his wooden legs.
Began to take them off 1
" Oh, Nelly Gray I Oh, Nelly Gray !
Is this your love so warm I
The love that loves a s<sarlet coat
Should be more uniform I "
Said she, '' 1 loved a soldier once,
For he was blythe and brave ;
But I will never have a man
With both legs in the grave I
'' Before you had those timber toes^
Tour love I did allow.
But then, you know, you stand upon
Another footing now ! "
« Oh, NeUy Gray ! Oh, Nelly Gray 1
For all your jeering speeches,
At duty's call, I left my legs,
In Badajos's breaches I "
" Why then," said she, "you've lost the feet
Of legs in war's alarms,
And now you cannot wear your shoes
Upon your feats of arms ! "
FAITHLESS NEI.LY ORAY. 158
** Oh, false and fickle Nelly Gray I
I know why you refuse : —
Though Fve no feet — some other mau
Is standing in my shoes !
" I wish I ne*er had seen your face ;
But, now, a long farewell !
For you will be my death ; — alas !
You will not be my Nell I"
Now when he went from Nelly Gray,
His heart so heavy got —
And life was such a burthen grown,
It made him take a knot I
So round his melancholy neck^
A rope he did entwine.
And, for his second time in life.
Enlisted in the Line I
One end he tied around a beam.
And then removed his pegs.
And, as his legs were off, — of course.
He soon was off his legs !
And there he hung, till he was dead
As any nail in town,^-
For, though distress had cut him up.
It could not cut him down I
A dozen men sat on his corpse.
To find out why he died —
And they buried Ben in four cross-roads,
With a stake in his inside 1
154 THE WATER LADY.
[The following poems appeared in azmuala and aliewliexe as ipaeifiad
in the notes.]
THE WATER LADY/
— ♦
Alas, the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see
I saw a maiden on a stream.
And fair was she !
I staid awhile, to see her throw
Her tresses back, that all beset
The flEdr horizon of her brow
With douds of jet
I staid a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore in place of red
The bloom of water, tender blue,t
Daintily spread
I staid to watch, a little space,
Her parted lips if she would sing ;
The waters closed above her £Etce
With many a ring.
And still I staid a little more,
Alas ! she never comes again !
I throw my flowers from the shore.
And watch in vain.
• From the " Forget-me-Not " for 1826.
f A little water-oolonr gketoh by Serem (given to my mother by Keats)
probably Bnggested these lines. The nymph's complexion is of s pale blue
(instead of ordinary flesh tint), as here described.
\
AUTUMN. 155
I know my life will fade away,
I know that I must vainly pine.
For I am made of mortal clay.
But Bhe*s diyine !
AUTUMN/
Thb Autumn is old.
The sere leaves are flying ;
He hath gathered up gold^
And now he is dying ; —
Old Age, begin sighing !
The vintage is ripe,
The harvest is heaping ; —
But some that have soVd
Have no riches for reaping ; —
Poor wretch, fall a-weeping !
The yearns in the wane.
There is nothing adorning.
The night has no eve.
And the day has no morning ;—
Cold winter gives warning.
The rivers run chill,
The red sun is sinking,
And I am grown old,
And life is fast Rhrinlring '-^
Here's enow for sad thinking I
* From ''Friendihip's Offering,'* 1826.
169
I REMEMBER, I RE]
1 1 Jit J I ii k)i I
I REKEXBSR, I remember.
The house where I was bom.
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at mom ;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away I
I remember, I remember.
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowdrs made of light !
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birth-day,-—
The tree is living yet 1
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swings
And thought the air must rush as fipesh
To swallows on the wing ;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And sunmier pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow 1
• From << FneiiiUhip*s Offering,** 182«.
DEATH'S RAMBLE.
1 remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high ;
I tised to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky :
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know Fm farther off from HeaVn
Than when I was a boy.
167
DEATH'S RAMBLK*
Onb day the dreaiy old ELing of Death
Inclined for some sport with the carnal,
So he tied a pack of darts on his back.
And quietly stole from his chamel.
His head was bald of flesh and of hair,
His body was lean and lank,
His joints at each stir made a crack, and the cur
Took a gnaw, by the way, at his shank.
And what did he do with his deadly darts.
This goblin of grisly bone ?
He dabbled and spill'd man's blood, and he kiU*d
Like a butcher that kills his own.
• Thii originally appeared in tbe "Literary Gaxette.'* Hr. Jerdan, to
wbom I am maoh indebted for belp in thia edition, teUa me tbat it waa
■oggeated by an aignment relatiTe to tbe antbonbip of tbe "Deril^s Walk,*'
mentioned aoddentally in oonneetion witb Holbein'a ''Danoe of Beatb."
Tbe poem waa inbieqnently pnbliabad aeparately, witb eokmred ilinatra-
UoDM, by HnllmandeL
158 DEATH'S RAMBLE.
The first he slaughtei'd it made him laugh
(For the man waa a coffin-maker)
To think how the mutes, and men in black auita^
Would mourn for an imdertaker.
Death saw two Quakers sitting at church :
Quoth he, '' We shall not differ."
And he let them alone, like figures of stone,
For he could not make them stiffen
He saw two duellists going to fight^
In fear they could not smother ;
And he shot one through at once — ^for he knew
They never would shoot each other.
He saw a watchman fast in his box,
And he gave a snore infernal ;
Said Death, *^ He may keep his breath, for his sleep
Can never be more eternal*'
He met a coachman driving his coach
So slow, that his fare grew sick ;
But he let him stray on his tedious way.
For Death only wars on the quick.
Death saw a toll-man taking a toll.
In the spirit of his fraternity ;
But he knew that sort of man would extort,
Though summoned to all eternity.
He found an author writing his life.
But he let him write no further ;
For Death, who strikes whenever he likes,
Is jealous of all self-murther 1
ADDBESS TO MB. CBOSS, OF EXETEB CHAKOE. 15^
Death saw a patient that ptdl'd out his purse,
And a doctor that took the sum ;
But he let them be — ^for he knew that the ^ fee"
Was a prelude to " faw " and **fum.**
He met a dustman ringing a ^U,
And he gave him a mortal thrust ;
For himself, by law, since Adam's flaw,
Is contractor for all our dust.
He saw a sailor mixing his grog.
And he mark'd him out for slaughter ;
For on water he scarcely had cared for Death,
And never on rum-and-water.
Death saw two players playing at cards,
But the game wasn't worth a dump.
For he quickly laid them flat with a spade.
To wait for the final trump !
[The next poem is from the ''New Monthly Magazine," then edited
by CampbelL The friendship spoken of between my father and the
beast is no &ble. I hare often heard him speak of it.]
ADDRESS TO MR CROSS, OF EXETER CHANGE,
ON THB DEATH OF THB ELEPHANT.
♦
** 'Tis Greece, bnt liTiDg Greece no more,**
Oh, Mr. Cross,
Permit a sorry stranger to draw near,
And shed a tear
(Fve shed my shilling) for thy recent Ion !
I've been a visitor
Of old — a sort of a Buffon inquisitor
190 ADDRESS TO MR. CROSS, OF EXETER CHAKGISL
Of thy menagerie, and knew the beast^
That is deceased.
I was the Damon of the gentle giant^
And oft have been,
Like Mr. Eean,
Tenderiy fondled by his trunk compliant.
Whenever I approached, the kindly brute
Flapped his prodigious ears, and bent his knees-
It makes me freeie
To think of it No chums could better suit.
Exchanging grateful looks for grateful fruity —
For so our former deamess was begun, —
I bribed him with an apple, and beguiled
The beast of his affection like a child ;
And well he loved me till his life was done
(Except when he was wild).
It makes me blush for human friends — but none
I have so truly kept or cheaply woa
Here is his pen !
The casket — ^but the jewel is away ;
The den is rifled of its denizen, —
Ah, well a day !
This fr'esh free air breathes nothing of his grossnesa^
And sets me sighing even for its closeness.
This light one-story,
Where like a doud I used to feast my eyes on
The grandeur of bis Titan-like horizon,
Tells a dark tale of its departed glory;—
The veiy beasts lament the change like me.
The shaggy Bison
Leaneth his head dejected on his knee ;
The Hy8Bna*s laugh is hushed ; the Monkeys pout ;
ADDBESS TO KB. CBOSS, OF EXETER CHANGE. ICl
The Wild Cat frets in a oomplaining whine ;
The Panther paces restlesalj about,
To walk her sorrow out ;
The Lions in a deeper bass repine ;
The Kangaroo wrings its sorry short forepaws ;
Shrieks come frx>m the Macaws ;
The old bald Vulture shakes his naked head.
And pineth fbr the dead ;
The Boa writhes into a double knot ;
The Keeper groans,
Whilst sawing bones,
And looks askance at the deserted spot ;
Brutal and rational lament his loss,
The flower of the beastly family ; —
Poor Mrs. Cross
Sheds frequent tears into her daily tea,
And weakens her Bohea.
Oh, Mr. Cross, how little it gives birth
To grief when human greatness goes to earth ;
How few lament for Czars,—*
But^ oh, the universal heart o*erflowed
At his ''high mass,"
Lighted by gas,
When like Mark Antony the keeper showed
The Elephantine scar&
Reporters* eyes
Were of an egg-like size ;
Men that had never wept for murdered Marn%*
Hard-hearted editors with iron faces,
• The Marr family murdered by Williams. See De Qaincy'i ** Muder
as a nne Art"
VOL. V. "VX
1^2 Ar)hi;KSS TO mi:. (Knss, (»F EXKTKU CHANGE.
Their sluioes all undoeedy^-
And discomposed
Compositors went fretting to their cases,
That grief has left its traoeB ;
The poor old Beef-eater has gone much greyer.
With sheer regret ;
And the Gazette
Seems the least trouble of the beasts* Purveyor.
And I too weep ! a dozen of great men
I could have spared without a single tear ;
But, then,
They are renewable from year to year.
Fresh gents would rise though Qent resigned the pen ;
I should not wholly
Despair for six months of another C * * * * t
Nor, though F********* lay on his small bier,
Be melancholy.
But when will such an elepliant appear 1
Though Penlcy wore destroyed at Drury-lane,
His like might come again ;
Fate might supply,
A second Powell if the first should die ;
Another Beunet if the sire were snatched ;
Barnes — ^might be matched ;
And Time fill up the gap
Were Parsloe laid upon the green earth's lap ;
Even Claremont might be equalled, — I could hope
(All human greatness is, alas, so puny !)
For other Egertons — another Pope,
But not another Chunee !
t Probably ** Croly "— Uic ** F.*' I am at a loss to discoTcr.
THE POET'S PORTION. 168
Well ! he is dead I
And there's a gap m Nature of eleven
Feet high by seven-
Five living tons ! — and I remain nine stone
Of skin and bone !
It is enough to make me shake my head
And dream of the grave*s brink—-
'Tis worse to think
How like the Beast's the sorry life Tve led ! —
A sort of show
Of my poor public self and my sagacity.
To profit the rapacity
Of certain folks in Paternoster Row^
A slavish toil to win an upper story —
And a hard glory
Of wooden beams about my weary brow !
Oh, Mr. C. !
If ever you behold me twirl my pen
To earn a pubHc supper, that is, eat
In the bare street, —
Or turn about their Hterary den —
Shoot me /
[I snspect from its internal evidence that the following poem wu
written Bomewhere abont this time.]
THE POET'S PORTION.
What is a mine-^a treasuiy — a dowei^^
A magic talisman of mighty power f
A poet's wide possession of the earth.
He has th' enjoyment of a flower's blith
164 THB POETS PORTION.
Before its budding— ere the first red stoealn^
And Winter cannot rob him of their cheeks.
Look — if his dawn be not as other men's 1
Twenty bright flushes— ere another kens
The first of sunlight is abroad — he sees
Its golden 'lection of the topmost trees^
And opes the splendid fissures of the mom.
When do his fruits delay, when doth his com
Linger for harvesting f Before the leaf
Is commonly abroad, in his pil*d sheaf
The flagging poppies lose their ancient flame.
No sweet there is, no pleasure I can name,
But he will sip it first — ^before the lees.
'Tis his to taste rich honey, — ere the bees
Are busy with the brooms. He may forestall
June's rosy advent for his coronal ;
Before th' expectant buds upon the bough,
Twining his thoughts to bloom upon his brow.
Oh ! blest to see the flower in its seed.
Before its leafy presence; for indeed
Leaves are but wings on which the siunmer flies.
And each thing perishable fades and dies,
Escap'd in thought ; but his rich thinkings be
Like overflows of immortality :
So that what there is steep'd shall perish never,
But live and bloom, and be a joy for ever.
ODE TO THE LATE LOBD MAYOR lOff
[I cannot trace the first appearance of this Ode^ but I think then
can be little doubt of its being my &ther*8.]
ODE TO THE LATE LORD MAYOR^
OK THE PUBUOATION OF BIB ''VIBIT TO OZFOBD."*
♦
'* Now, Night descending^ the proud scene is o'er.
But liTes in Settle's numbers one day more.**
PoFS— Oi» the Lord Mayof'i Shoio,
0 Worthy Mayor ! — I mean to say Ex-Major I
Chief Luddite of the ancient town of Lud 1
Incumbent of the City*B easy chair ! —
Conservator of Thames from mud to mud !
Great riyer-bank director !
And dam-iuspector !
Great guardian of small sprats that swim the flood 1
Lord of the scarlet gown and funy cap !
King of Mogg*s map I
Keeper of Gates that long have " gone their gait I "
Warder of London stone and London Log 1
Thou first and greatest of the oivio great^
Magog or Gog ! —
0 Honorable Yen
(Forgive this little liberty between us),
Augusta's first Augustus I — Friend of men
Who wield the pen I
Dillon's MsDcenas !
See the published work of the Her. Mr. DiUoD, the Lord lIsTor't
Glu^lain, who, in his xealons endearour to stamp immortality upon the
CiTie expedition to Oxford, has outrun erery prodaetion in the annals of
burlesque, eren the long renowned " Yojage from Paris to St. Cloud." It
was entitled **The Lord Major's Visit to Oxford in the month of July^
I82O9 written by the desire of the party by thft Cjhak'^\ia^ Vk^ioAtta^sm^?
166 ODE TO THE LATE LORD MAYOR.
Patron of learning where she ne'er did dwell.
Where literature seldom finds abettors.
Where few — except the postman and his bell-
Encourage the heUrlettres t —
Well hast thou done, Right Honorable Sir —
Seeing that years are such devouring ogresses^
And thou hast made some little journeying stir,—
To get a Nichols to record thy Progresses 1
Wordsworth once wrote a trifle of the sort ;
But for diversion,
For truth — ^for natiu-e— everything in short —
I own I do prefer thy own " ExcursioOi"
The stately story
Of Oxford glory —
The Thames romance — ^yet nothing of a fiction^*
Like thine own stream it flows along the page-~
" Strong, without rage,"
In diction worthy of thy jurisdiction I
To future ages thou wilt seem to be
A second Parry ;
For thou didst cany
Thy navigation to a fellow crisis.
He penetrated to a Frozen Sea,
And thou — to where the Thames is turned to ItU / •
I like thy setting out !
Thy coachman and thy coachmaid boxed together ! f
* The Chaplain doubts the correctness of the Thames being twmtd inUo
the Isis at Oxford : of coarse he is right—according to the course of the
river, it must be the Isis that is turned into the Thames.
t *' As soon as the female attendant of the Ladj Mayoress had taken
her seat, dressed with becoming neatness, at the side of the well-locking
ooaohman, the carriage drore awaj." — VitU,
ODE TO THE LATE LORD MAYOR. 167
I like thy Jarvey's serious face — in doubt
Of " four fine animals " — ^no Cobbetts either ! *
I like the slow state pace — the pace allowed
The best for dignity f — ^and for a crowd.
And very July weather.
So hot that it let off the Hounslow powder ! X
I like the She-Mayor*s proffer of a seat
To poor Miss Magnay, fried to a white heat ; §
'Tis well it didn't chance to be Miss Crowder I
I like the steeples with their weathercocks on,
Discerned about the hour of three, P. M. ;
I like thy party's entrance into Oxon,
For oxen soon to enter into them I
I like the ensuing banquet better £eu*.
Although an act of cruelty began it ; —
For why — ^before the dinner at the Star —
Why was the poor Town-clerk sent off to plan it f
I like your learned rambles not amiss,
Especially at Bodley's, where ye tarried
The longest— doubtless because Atkins carried
Letters (of course from Ignorance) to Bliss ! ||
* '* The eoachman*8 oonnienanoe was reaerFed and thonghtfal, indicating
foil oonsdonmess of the test by which hiB eqaeitrian skill would this day
he tried."— Fifif.
f ** The carriage droTO away ; not» however, with that Tiolent and ex-
treme rapidity which rather astounds than gratifies the beholders ; bat at that
steady and majestic pace, which is always an indication of real greatness."
41 ''On approaching Hounslow, there was seen at some distance a huge
Tolume of dark smoke.'* The Chaplain thought it was only a blowing up for
run, but it turned out to be the spontaneous combustion of a powder-mill.
§ ' ' The L^y Mayoress, obsening that they (the Iffagnays) must be some-
what crowded in the chaise, inyited Miss Magnay to take the fourth seat*'
H <*The Bev. Dr. Bliss, of St. John's College, the Registrar of the UtuL^^t-
sity, to whom Mr. Alderman Atkins had lei^ben of ViL\ara^^Q«^Ai(s&.^--^v^^^
168 ODE TO THE LATE LORD MAYOR.
The other Halls were scramhled through more hattilj ;
But I like this —
I like the Aldermen who stopped to diiok
Of Maadlin*B ^ olassic water " very tastily, *
Although I think^-what I am loth to think—-
Except to DiUon, it has proved no Castaly 1
I like to find thee finally afloat ;
I like thy being bai^d and Water-Baili^rdy
Who gaye thee a lift
To thy state-galley in his own state-boat
I like thy small sixpennyworths of largess
Thrown to the urchins at the City*s dhaiges ;
I like the sim upon thy breezy fanners^
Ten splendid scarlet silken stately banners 1
Thy gilded bark shines out quite transcendental 1
I like dear Dillon still.
Who quotes from " Cooper's HiU,"
And Birch, the cookly Birch, grown sentimental ; t
I like to note his civic mind expanding
And quoting Denham, in the wateiy dock
Of Iffley lock-
Plainly no Locke upon the Understanding I
I like thy civic deed
At Runnymede,
Where ancient Britons came in arms to barter
Their lives for right — Ah, did not Waithman grow
Half mad to show
* ** The battery was next yiaited, in which lome of the party tasted the
claasic water." — Page 57.
t *^ Mr. Alderman Birch here called to the reooUeetion of the partj the
beantifnl lines of Sir John Denham on the rirer Thamee : — ' The' deep yel
aear/ kc**—Tage 90.
ODE TO THE LATE LORD MAYOR. 169
Where his renowned forefathers came to bleed —
And freebom Magnay triumph at his Charter f
I like full well thy ceremonious settmg
The justice-sword (no doubt it wanted whetting 1)
On London Stone ; but I don*t like the waving
Thy banner over it,* for I must own
Flag over stone
Heads like a most superfluous piece of paving I
I like thy Cliefden treat ; but Fm not going
To run the civic story through and through,
But leave thy barge to Pater Noster Row-ing,
My plaudit to renew.—
Well hast thou done, Right Honorable rover,
To leave this lasting record of thy reign,
A reign, alas ! that very soon is " over
And gone," according to the Rydal strain !
'Tis piteous how a mayor
Slips through his chair.
I say it with a meaning reverential,
But let him be rich, lordly, wise, sentential.
Still he must seem a thing inconsequential-^
A melancholy truth one cannot smother ;
For why ? 'tis very dear
He comes in at one year,
To go out by the other !
This is their Lordships* universal order I —
But thou shalt teach them to preserve a name^-
Make future Chaplains chroniclers of &me 1
And every Lord Mayor his own Recorder I
* " It WM also a part of the oeremonx, whieh, though important^ U
iimple^ thai the Ci\j banner ahoold wa^e cn«c \^ ito&i^^ — ^:%:|^^.K.^
1827.
[Ik this year appeared the Second Series of "Whims and Oddities,**
dedicated to Sir Walter Scott It ran to a third edition — as will bo
seen by the following Prefaces.]
WHIMS AND ODDITIES.
• ■
PREFACE TO THE SECOND SERIEa
In tho absence of hotter fiddles, I baye yentured to oome
fbrword again with my little kit of fancie& I trust it will
not be found an unworthy sequel to my first performance ;
indeed, I have done my best, in the New Series, innocently
to imitate a practice that prevails abroad in duelling — I
mean, that of the Seconds giving Satisfaction.
The kind indulgence that welcomed my Volume hereto-
fore, prevents me from reiterating the same apologie& The
Public have learned, by this time, from my rude designs,
that I am no great artist, and from my text, that I am no
great author, but humbly equivocating, bat-like, between
the two kinds; — ^though proud to partake in any charac-
teristic of either. As for the first particular,, my hope
persuades me that my illustrations cannot have degenerated,
so ably as I have been seconded by Mr. Edward Willis, who,
like the humane Walter, has befriended my offspring in the
Wood.
In the literary part I have to plead guilty, as usual, to
WHIMS AND ODDITIES. 171
some yerbal misdemeanors; for which, I must leave my
defence to Dean Swift, and the other great European and
Oriental Pundits. Let me suggest, however, that a pnn is
somewhat like a cherry : though there may be a slight
outward indication of partition— of duplicity of meaning-
yet no gentleman need make two bites at it against his own
pleasure. To accommodate certain readers, notwithstanding,
I have refrained from putting the majority in italics. It is
not every one, I am aware, that can Toler-ate a pun like
my Lord Norbuiy.
ADDRESS TO THE THIRD EDITION.
It is not usual to have more than one grace before meat,
one prologue before a play — one address before a work, —
Cerberus and myself are perhaps the only persons who have
had three prefaces. I thought, indeed, that I had said my
last in the last impression, but a new Edition being called
for, I came forward for a new exit, after the fashion of Mr.
Romeo Coates — a Gentleman, notorious, like Autumn, for
taking a great many leaves at his departure.
As a literary parent, I am highly gratified to find that the
elder volume of Whims and Oddities does not get snubbed,
as happens with a first child, at the birth of a second ; but
that the Old and New Series obtain fresh favour and friends
for each other, and are likely to walk hand in hand like
smiling brothers, towards posterity.
Whether a third volume will transpire is a secret still
** warranted undrawn" even to myself; — ^there is, I am aware,
a kind of nonsense indispensable, — or sine qua non-sense —
that always comes in welcomely to relieve the serious discus-
sions of graver authors, and I flatter my«fi\i WiS&X xk^ ^^-
172 WHIMS AXD ODDITIES.
formanoes may be of this nature ; but haying parted with
BO many of my vagarieay I am doubtful whether the next
NoYcmbcr may not find me sobered down into a politioal
economist
[In 1832 the two Series were wpnMiihad, together with a ftoth
Address.]
PREFACE.
Whek I last made my best bow in this book, I imagined
that tho public, to use a nautical phraae, had '^parted 6x>m
their best bower;*' but it was an agreeable miatake. The
First and Second Series, being now, like Golman*B ''Two
Single Gentlemen rolled into one," a request is humIo to me
to furnish the two-act piece with a new prologue. Poonbly,
as 1 have declared the near relationship of this work to the
CoMio Annual, the publisher wishes, by thiaimusoal number
of Prefaces, to connect it also with the Odea and uicUrenea
At all events, I accede to his humour, in spite of a reasonable
fear that, at this rate, my Sayings will soon exceed my
Doings.
To tell the truth, an Author does not much disrelish the
call for these '^ more last words ; *' and I confess at once that
I affix this preliminary postscript^ with some pride and
pleasure. A modem book, like a modem raoe-horse, is apt
to be reckoned aged at six years old; and an Olympiad
and half have nearly elapsed since the birth of my first
editions. It is pleasant, therefore, to find, that what was
done in black and white has not become quite grey in the
interval • ^to say nothing of the comfort^ at such an advanced
age, of still finding friends in pubHc, as well as in private,
to put up with one's Whims and Oddities.
Seriously, I feel very grateful for the kindness which haa
BIAKCA'S DREAM. 173
exhausted three impressions of this work, and now invites
another. Come what may, this, little book will now leave
four imprints behind it, — and a horse could do no more.
T. HooR
Wdtobhobi Hili^ Jamuury, 1882.
BIANCA'S DREAM.
▲ VENETIAN 8T0BT.
BiANCA ! — ^fair Bianca ! — ^who could dwell
With safety on her dark and hazel gaze,
Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,
Fatal to balmy nights and blessed days 1
The peaceful breath that made the bosom swell,
She tum*d to gas, and set it in a blaze ;
Each eye of hers had Love's Eupyrion in it,
That he could light his link at in a minute.
So thaty wherever in her charms she shone,
A thousand breasts were kindled into flame ;
Maidens who cursed her looks foi^t their own.
And beaux were tum*d to flambtaux where she oame ;
All hearts indeed were conquered but her own.
Which none could ever temper down or tame :
In short, to take our haberdasher^s hints.
She might have written over it, — ** From Flints.**
She was, in truth, the wonder of her sex.
At least in Venice— where with eyes of brown
Tenderly languid, ladies seldom vex
An amorous gentle with a needless fto^im^
n4 BUNCA*S DRSAM.
Wliere gondolas oonyey giiitan by pecks.
And Loye at casements cllmbeth up and down.
Whom for his tricks and custom in that
Some have considered a Venetian blind.
Howbeit, this difference was quickly taught.
Amongst more youths who had this cruel jailor.
To hapless Julio — all in vain he sought
With each new moon his hatter and his tailor ;
In vain the richest padusoy he bought,
And went in bran new beaver to assail her —
As if to show that Love had made him tmari
All over — and not merely round his heart
In vain he labour*d thro* the sylvan paik
Bianca haunted in — ^that where she came,
Her learned eyes in wandering might mark
The twisted cypher of her maiden name.
Wholesomely going thro' a course of bark :
No one was touched or troubled by his flame.
Except the Dryads, those old maids that grow
In trees, — like wooden dolls in embiyo.
In vain complaining elegies he writ,
And taught his tuneful instrument to grieve,
And sang in quavers how his heart was split,
Constant beneath her lattice with each eve ;
She mock'd his wooing with her wicked wit,
And slashed his suit so that it match*d his sleeve.
Till he grew silent at the vesper star.
And quite despairing, hamstnng'd his guitar.
BIANCA'S DREAM. 175
Bianca*s heart was coldly frosted o'er
With snows immelting — an eternal sheet,
But his was red within him, like the core
Of old Yesuyius, with perpetual heat ;
And oft he long*d internally to pour
His flames and glowing lava at her feet,
But when his burnings he began to spout,
She stopp*d his mouth, — and put the crater out.
Meanwhile he wasted in the eyes of men,
So thin, he seem*d a sort of skeleton-key
Suspended at death's door — so pale — and then
He tum*d as nervous as an aspen tree ;
The life of man is three-score years and ten,
But he was perishing at twenty-three.
For people truly said, as grief grew stronger,
" It could not shorten his poor life— much longer.'
For why, he neither slept, nor drank, nor fed.
Nor relish'd any kind of mirth below ;
Fire in his heart, and frenzy in his head.
Love had become his universal foe.
Salt in his sugar — ^nightmare in his bed.
At last, no wonder wretched Julio,
A sorrow-ridden thing, in utter dearth
Of Hope, — made up his mind to cut her girth I
For hapless lovers always died of old,
Sooner than chew reflection's bitter cud ;
So Thisbe stuck herself, what time 'tis told.
The tender-hearted mulberries wept blood ;
176 BIANCA'S DREAM.
And so poor Sappho, when her boy was oold,
Drown'd her salt tear-drops in a Salter flood.
Their fame still breathing; tho* their death be pMt|
For those old miton lived beyond their last
So Julio went to drown, — when life was dull.
But took his corks, and merely had a bath ;
And once, he puU'd a trigger at his skull,
But merely broke a window in his wrath ;
And oucc, his hopeless being to annul.
Ho tied a pack-thread to a beam of lath—
A line so ample, 'twas a query whether
'Twos meant to be a halter or a tether.
Smile not in scorn, that Julio did not thrust
His sorrows through — ^"tis horrible to die I
And come down with our little all of dust^
That Dun of all the duns to satisfy ;
To leave life's pleasant city as we must.
In Death's most dreary spunging-house to lie,
Where even all our personals must go
To pay the debt of Nature that we owe !
So Julio lived : — 'twas nothing but a pet
He took at life— a momentaiy spite ;
Besides, he hoped that Time would some day get
The better of Love's flame, however bright ;
A thing that Time has never compass'd yet,
For Love, we know, is an immortal light ;
Like that old fire, that, quite beyond a doubt,
Was always in, — ^for none have found it out.
BIANCA*S DREAM. 177
Meanwhile, Bianca dream*d — ^'twas once when Night
Along the darken'd plain began to creep,
Like a young Hottentot, whose eyes are bright,
Altho' in skin aa sooty as a sweep :
The flow'rs had shut their eyes — the zephyr light
Was gone, for it had rock'd the leaves to sleep,
And all the little birds had laid their heads
Under their wings — sleeping in feather beds.
Lone in her chamber sate the dark-eyed maid.
By easy stages jaunting through her prayers,
But list*ning side-long to a serenade.
That robb'd the saints a little of their shares ;
For Julio imdemeath the lattice play'd
His Deh Yieni, and such amorous airs.
Bom only underneath Italian skies,
Where eveiy fiddle has a Bridge of Sighs.
Sweet was the tune — ^the words were even sweeter-
Praising her eyes, her lips, her nose, her hair.
With all the common tropes wherewith in metre
The hackney poets *' overcharge their fair.*'
Her shape was like Diana's, but completer ;
Her brow with Grecian Helen's might compare :
Cupid, alas I was cruel Sa^ttarius,
Julio— the weeping water-man Aquarius.
Now, after listing to such landings rare,
"Twas very natural indeed to g<>—
nat if she did postpone one little pray'
To ask her mirror '' if it waa not bo V^
VOL. V, ^^
178 BIANCA*S DREAIL
'Twos a largo mirror^ none the worse for wear,
Keflccting her at once from top to toe :
And there she gazed upon that glonj tntck.
That Bhow*d her front face though it ''gave her back.*
And long her lovely eyes were held in thrall.
By that dear page where first the woman reads :
That Julio was no flatt*rer, none at all.
She told herself — and then she told her beads ;
Meanwhiki the nerres insensibly let fidl
Two curtains fairer than the lily breeds ;
For Sleep had crept and kiss*d her unawares^
Just at the half-way milestone of her pra/rs.
Then like a drooping rose so bended she.
Till her bow*d head upon her hand reposed ;
But still she plainly saw, or seem'd to see,
That fair reflection, tho' her eyes were dosed,
A beauty bright as it was wont to be,
A ]K)rtrait Fancy painted while she dosed :
Tis very natural, some people say,
To dream of what we dwell on in the day.
Still shone her face — ^yet not, alas ! the same^
But *gan some dreary touches to assume,
And sadder thoughts, with sadder changes came-^
Her eyes resigned their light, her lips their bloom.
Her teeth fell out, her tresses did the same,
Her cheeks were tinged with bile, her eyes with rhemn:
There was a throbbing at her heart within,
For, oh ! there was a sliooting in her chin.
BIANCA*S DREAM. 179
And lo 1 upon her sad desponding brow.
The cruel trenches of besi^mg age.
With seams, but most imseemly, 'gan to show
Her place was booking for the seventh stage ;
And where her raven tresses used to flow.
Some locks that Time had left her in his rage,
And some mock ringlets, made her forehead shadj,
A compound (like our Psalms) of Tete and Braid j.
Then for her shape — alas 1 how Saturn wrecks,
And bends, and corkscrews all the frame about.
Doubles the hams, and crooks the straightest necks.
Draws in the nape, and pushes forth the snout^
Makes backs and stomachs concave or convex :
Witness those pensioners call'd In and Out,
Who all day watching first and second rater, '
Quaintly unbend themselves — ^but grow no straightoR
So Time with fair Bianca dealt, and made
Her shape a bow, that once was like an arrow ;
His iron hand upon her spine he laid,
And twisted all awry her " winsome marrow.**
In truth it was a change ! — she had obey'd
The holy Pope before her chest grew narrow.
But spectacles and palsy seem'd to make her
Something between a Qlassite and a Quaker.
Her grief and gall meanwhile were quite eztrema^
And she had ample reason for her trouble ;
For what sad maiden can endure to seem
Set in for singleness, though growing d.o^Q\A<^\
IS) BIA5CA3 DKEAX.
The £iDCT madden d her ; but now the dream,
Groim thin bj getting bigger, like a babble^
Burst, — but still left some fragments of its siie.
That, like the soapsuds^ smarted in her eyeik
And here — just here — as she began to heed
The real world, her dock chimed out its score ;
A clock it was of the Venetian breed,
That cried the hour from one to twenty-four ;
The works moreoTcr standing in some need
Of workmanship, it struck some down more ;
A warning voice that cleuch*d Bianca's fears^
Such strokes referring doubtless to her jeank
At fifteen chimes she was but half a nun,
By twenty she had quite renounced the veil ;
She thought of Julio just at twenty^ne.
And thirty made her rery sad and pale.
To paint that ruin where her charms would nm ;
At forty all the maid began to fail,
And thought no higher, as the late dream cross'd her.
Of single blessedness, than single Gloeter.
And so Bianca changed ; — ^the next sweet even,
With Julio in a black Venetian baik,
Row'd slow and stealthily —the hour, eleren,
Just sv^unding from the tower of old St Maik ;
She sate with eyes tuniM quietly to heaT*n,
Pcrclianoo ivjoioing in the grateful dark
That voiVd her blusliing check, — ^for Julio brought her,
CV^Mirso, to break the ice v\y»ou the water.
BIAKCA'S DREAM. 181
But what a puzzle is one's serious mind
To open ; — oysters, when the ioe is thick.
Are not so difficult and disinclined ;
And Julio felt the declaration stick
About his throat in a most awful kind ;
However, he contrived by bits to pick
His trouble forth, — much like a rotten cork
Groped from a long-neck*d bottle with a fork.
But love is still the quickest of all readers ;
And Julio spent besides those signs profuse,
That English telegraphs and foreign pleaders^
In help of language, are so apt to use : —
Arms, shoulders, fingers, all were interceders,
Nods, shrugs, and bends, — ^Bianca could not choose
But soften to his suit with more facility.
He told his story with so much agility.
"Be thou my park, and I will be thy dear,"
(So he began at last to speak or quote ;)
" Be thou my bark, and I thy gondolier,**
(For passion takes this figurative note ;)
" Be thou my light, and I thy chandelier ;
Be thou my dove, and I will be thy cote ;
My lily be, and I will be thy river ;
Be thou my life— and I will be thy liver."
This, with more tender logic of the kind.
He pour'd into her small and shell-like ear.
That timidly against his lips inclined ;
Meanwhile her eyes glanced on the &\Wet ^e*^^x^
182 BIANCA*S DREAIC.
That even now began to steal behind
A dewy Tapour, which was lingering near.
Wherein the dull moon crept all dim and pale^
Just like a vii^n putting on the veil ^—
Bidding adieu to all her sparks — ^the starSy
That erst had woo'd and worshipp'd in her train,
Saturn and Hesperus, and gallant Mars-^
Never to flirt with heayenly eyes again.
Meanwhile, remindful of the convent bars,
Bianca did not watch these signs in vain,
But tum'd to Julio at the dark eclipse.
With words, like verbal kisses, on her lips.
Ho took the hint full speedily, and backed
By love, and night, and the occasion's meetness,
Bestow'd a something on her cheek that smack'd
(Though quite in silence) of ambrosial sweetness ;
That made her think all other kisses lack'd
Till then, but what she knew not, of completem
Being used but sisterly salutes to feel,
Insipid things — like sandwiches of veaL
He took her hand, and soon she felt him wring
The pretty fingers all instead of one ;
Anon his stealthy arm began to ding
About her waist that had been dasp'd by none ;
Their dear confessions I forbear to sing,
Since cold description would but be outran ;
For bliss and Irish watches have the power.
In twenty minutes, to lose half an hour 1
183
A TRUE STORY.
Of all our pains, since man was cursty
I mean of body, not the mental,
To name the worst, among the worst,
The dental sure is transcendental 3
Some bit of masticating bone.
That ought to help to clear a shel^
But lets its proper work alone,
And only Beems to gnaw itself ;
In fact, of any grave attack
On Tictuals there is little danger,
'Tis so like coming to the rack^
As well as going to the manger.
Old Hunks — ^it seem'd a fit retort
Of justice on his grinding wa3rs —
Po6ses8*d a grinder of the sort.
That troubled all his latter days.
The best of friends fa}l out, and so
His teeth had done some years ago.
Save some old stumps with ragged root.
And they took turn about to shoot ;
If he drank any chilly liquor,
They made it quite a point to throb ;
But if he warm'd it on the hob,
Why then they only twitch'd the quicker.
One tooth — I wonder such a tooth
Had never kill'd him in his youth —
One tooth he had with many fangs,
That shot at onco as many panga,
184 A TUU£ STOBT.
It had an universal sting ;
One touch of that ecstatic stump
Could jerk his limbs, and make him jump
Just like a puppet on a string ;
And what was worse than all, it had
A waj of making others bad.
There is, as many know, a knacky
With certain farming undertakers^
And this same tooth pursued their track,
By adding achert still to ad^en t
One way there is, that has been judged
A certain cure, but Hunks was loth
To pay the fee, and quite begnidged
To lose his tooth and money both ;
In fact, a dentist and the wheel
Of Fortune are a kindred cast,
For after all is drawn, you feel
It's paying for a blank at last :
So Hunks went on from week to week.
And kept his torment in his cheek.
Oh ! how it sometimes set him rocking^
With that perpetual gnaw — gnaw — gnaw,
His moans and groans were truly shocking
And loud — although he held his jaw.
Many a tug he gave his gum,
And tooth, but still it would not come ;
Though tied by string to some firm things
He could not draw it, do his best
By drawers, although he tried a chest.
At last, but after much debating,
He join'd a score of mouths in waitings
A TRUE STORY. IW
Like his, to have their troubles out.
Sad sight it was to look about
At twenty faces making faces,
With many a rampant trick and antio^
For all were very horrid cases,
And made their owners nearly fi:antio.
A little wicket now and then
Took one of these unhappy men,
And out again the victim rush'd.
While eyes and mouth together gush*d ;
At last arrived our hero's turn.
Who plunged his hands in both his pockets,
And down he sat prepared to learn
How teeth are charm'd to quit their 80cket&
Those who have felt such operations
Alone can guess the sort of ache
When his old tooth began to break
The thread of old associations ;
It touch'd a string in every part,
It had so many tender ties ;
One chord seem'd wrenching at his heart,
And two were tugging at his eyes :
**Bone of his bone," he felt of course,
As husbands do in such divorce.
At last the fangs gave way a little.
Hunks gave his head a backward jerk^
And lo I the cause of all this work
Went — where it used to send his victual I
The monstrous pain of this proceeding
Had not so numb*d his miser-wit^
IM A TRUE STORY.
But in this slix^ ho saw a hit
To savo, at least, his purse from bleeding ;
So when tho dentist sought his fees,
Quoth Hunks, ** Let's finish, if jou please.**—
" How, finish ! why it's out ! "— « Oh 1 no—
I'm none of jour beforehand tippers^
'Tis you are out, to argue so ;
My tooth is in my head no doubt^
But as you say you pull'd it out,
Of course it's there— between your nippers.**
" Zounds 1 sir, d ye think I'd sell the truth
To get a fee 1 no, wretch, I scorn it"
But Hunks still ask'd to see the tooth,
And swore by gum ! he had not drawn it
His end obtain'd, he took his leave,
A secret chuckle in his sleeve ;
The joke was worthy to produce one.
To think, by favour of his wit.
How well a dentist had been bit
By one old stump, and that a loose one !
The thing was worth a laugh, but mirth
Is still the frailest thing on earth :
Alas ! how often when a joke
Seems in our sleeve, and safe enough,
There comes some unexpected stroke.
And hangs a weeper on the cuff I
Hunks had not whistled half a mile
When, planted right against the stile,
There stood his foeman, Mike Maloney,
A vagrant reaper, Irish-bom,
That help'd to reap our miser's com,
But had not help'd to reap his money.
A TRUE STORY. 187
A fact that Hunks remembered quickly ;
His whistle all at once was quell'd.
And when he saw how Michael held
His sickle^ he felt rather sickly.
Nine souls in ten, with half his fright,
Would soon have paid the bill at sight.
But misers (let observers watch it)
Will never part with their delight
Till well demanded by a hatchet —
They live hard — ^and they die to match it
Thus Hunks, prepared for Mike's attacking.
Resolved not yet to pay the debt.
But let him take it out in hacking.
However, Mike began to stickle
In word before he used the sickle ;
But mercy was not long attendant :
From words at last he took to blows
And aim'd a cut at Hunks's nose.
That made it what some fblks are not — •
A Member very independent
Heaven knows how far this cruel trick
Might still have led, but for a tramper
That came in danger's veiy nick.
To put Maloney to the scamper.
But still compassion met a damper ;
There lay the severed nose, alas I
Beside the daisies on the grass,
" Wee, crimson-tipt " as well as they.
According to the poet's lay :
And there stood Himks, no sight for laughter I
Away ran Hodge to get aasistanoQ^
188 A TRUE STORY.
With noflM3 in hand, which Hunks ran after.
But somewhat at unusual distance.
In many a little country place
It is a very common case
To have but one residing doctor,
Whose practice rather seems to be
No practice, but a rule of three,
Physician — sui^eon — drug-deoocter ;
Thus Hunks was forced to go onoe more
Where he had ta'en his tooth before.
His mere name made the learned man hot^ —
" What ! Hunks again within my door I
ril pull his nose ; " quoth Hunkcf, " You cannot**
The doctor looked and saw the case
Plain as the nose not on his face.
** 0 I hum — ha — ^yes — I imderstand.'*
But then arose a long demur,
For not a finger would he stir
Till he was paid his fee in hand ;
That matter settled, there they were,
With Hunks well strapped upon his chair.
The opening of a surgeon's job,
His tools, a chestful, or a drawerful,
Are always something very awful,
And give the heart the strangest throb ;
But never patient in his funks
Look'd half so like a ghost as Hunka^
Or surgeon half so like a devil
Prepared for some infernal revel :
A TRUE STOEY. 189
His huge black eye kept rolling, rolling,
Just like a bolus in a box,
His fury seem*d above controlling,
He bellow'd like a hunted ox :
" Now, swindling wretch, I'll show thee how
We treat such cheating knaves as thou ;
Oh ! sweet is this revenge to sup ;
I have thee by the nose— it's now
My turn — and I will turn it up."
Guess how the miser liked the scurvy
And cruel way of venting passion ;
The snubbing folks in this new fashion
Seem'd quite to turn him topsy turvy ;
He utter'd prayers, and groans, and curses,
For things had often gone amiss
And wrong with him before, but this
Would be the worst of all reverses !
In fancy he beheld his snout
Tum'd upward like a pitcher^s spout ;
There was another grievance yet,
And fancy did not fail to show it.
That he must throw a simimerset^
Or stand upon his head to blow it.
And was there then no argument
To change the doctoi's vile intent,
And move his pity 1 — yes, in truth.
And that was — ^paying for the tooth.
" Zounds ! pay for such a stump ! I'd rather — ^
But here the menace went no fieu-ther.
For with his other ways of pinching^
Hunks had a miser's love of snuff,
A recollection strong enough
190 A PARTHIAN OIJLKCK
To cause a very serious flinching ;
In short, he paid and had the feature
Replaced as it was meant by nature ;
For though by this *twas cold to handle,
(No corpse's could have felt more honidi)
And white just like an end of candle,
The doctor dcem*d and proved it too,
That noses from the nose will do
As well as noses from the forehead ;
So, fiz*d by dint of rag and lint.
The part was bandaged up and muffled.
The chair unfasten*d, Himks arose,
And shuffled out, for once xmshuffled ;
And as he went these words he snuffled —
" Well, this « * paying through the nosa
9 M
A PARTHIAN GLANCE.
— f —
** Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of time I turn my Bail.** — Boaiis.
Come, my Crony, let's think upon far-away days,
And lift up a little Oblivion's veil ;
Let's consider the past with a lingering gaze,
Like a peacock whose eyes are inclined to his tail
Aye, come, let us turn our attention behind.
Like those critics whose heads are so heavy, I fear,
That they cannot keep up with the march of the mind,
And so turn face about for reviewing the rear.
A PAETHIAK GLANCE. 191
Looking over Time's crupper and over his tail,
Oh| what ages and pages there are to revise 1
And as farther our back-searching glances prevail.
Like the emmets, '^ how little we are in our eyes ! **
What a sweet pretty innocent, half-a-yard long,
On a dimity lap of true niu^eiy make 1
I can fancy I hear the old lullaby song
That was meant to compose me, but kept me awake.
Methinks I still suffer the infantine throeef.
When my flesh was a cushion for any long pin —
Whilst they patted my body to comfort my woes.
Oh 1 how little they dreamt they were driving them in !
Infant sorrows are strong — ^infant pleasures as weak —
But no grief was allow*d to indulge in its note ;
Did you ever attempt a small " bubble and squeak,"
Through the Dalby's Carminative down in your throat ?
Did you ever go up to the roof with a bounce 1
Did you ever come down to the floor with the same?
Oh ! I can't but agree with both ends, and pronounce
*' Heads or tails," with a child, an unpleasantish game !
Then an urchin — I see myself urchin indeed —
With a smooth Sunday fkce for a mother's delight ;
Why should weeks have an end? — I am sure there was need
Of a Sabbath, to follow each Saturday-night.
Was your face ever sent to the housemaid to scrub )
Have you ever felt huckaback sofben'd with sand 1
Had you ever your nose toweU'd up to a snub.
And your eyes knuckled out with the back of t3\<^ \2AsA\
192 A PABTHIAN OLAKCS.
Then a school-boy — ^my tailor was nothing in faulty
For an urchin will grow to a lad by degrees^ —
But how well I remember that " pepper-and-salt **
That was down to the elbows, and up to the knees !
What a figure it cut when as Noryal I spoke !
With a lanky right leg duly planted before ;
Whikt I told of the chief that was kill*d by my stroke^
And extended my arms as '' the arms that he wore I *
Next a Lover — Oh ! say, were yon oyer in love t
With a lady too cold — and your bosom too hot t
Have you bow*d to a shoe-tie, and knelt to a glove.
Like a heau that desired to be tied in a knot t
With the Bride all in white, and your body in bloe,
Did you walk up the aisle— the geuteelest of men t
When I think of that beautiful vision anew.
Oh ! I seem but the lijjin of what I was then 1
I am withered and worn by a premature care.
And wi'iuklcs confess the decline of my days ;
Old Time's busy hand has made free with my hair,
And I*m seeking to hide it — ^by writing for bays I
108
A SAILOR'S APOLOGY FOR BOW-LEGS.
There's some is bom with their straight legs by natur —
And some is bom with bow-legs from the first —
And some that should have grow'd a good deal straighter.
But they were badly nursed.
And set^ you see, like Bacchus, with their pegs
Astride of casks and kegs :
Fye got myself a sort of bow to larboard,
And starboard.
And this is what it was that warp'd my legs. —
'Twas all along of Poll, as I may say.
That foul'd my cable when I ought to slip ;
But on the tenth of May,
When I gets under weigh,
Down there in Hertfordshire, to join my ship,
I sees the mail
Get under sail.
The only one there was to make the trip.
Well — I gives chase,
But as she run
Two knots to one.
There wam't no use in keeping on the race I
Well— casting round about, what next to try (m.
And how to spin,
I spies an ensign with a Bloody Lion,
And bears away to leeward for the inn,
Beats round the gable.
And fetches up before the coach-horse stable :
Well — ^there they stand, four kickers in a row.
And so
X94 A 8AIL0B*S APOLOGY FOR BOW-LEOa
I just mokes free to cut a brown 'un's cable.
But riding isn't in a seaman's natur —
So I whips out a toughish end of janiy
And gets a kind of sort of a land-waiter
To splice me, heel to heel,
Under the she-mare's keel.
And off I goes, and leayes the inn a-stam I
Mj eyes ! how she did pitch !
And wouldn't keep her own to go in no line^
Though I kept bowsing, bowsing at her bow-lixM^
But always making lee- way to the ditdi,
And yaw'd her head about all sorts of ways.
The devil sink the craft !
And wasn't she trimendous slack in stays 1
We couldn't, no how, keep the inn abaft I
Well — I suppose
We hadn't run a knot — or much beyond —
(What will you have on it ?) — ^but off she goes.
Up to her bends in a fresh-water pond I
There I am ! — ^all a-back !
So I looks forward for her bridle-gearSy
To heave her head round on the t'other taok ;
But when I starts^
The leather parts,
And goes away right over by the ears !
What could a fellow do
Whose legs, like mine, you know, were in the bilboes^
But trim myself upright for bringing-to.
And square his yard-arms, and brace up his elbows^
In rig all snug and clever,
Just while his craft was taking in her water 1
I didn t like my burth though hovvsomdever,
A SAILOffS APOLOGY FOB BOW-LEGS. 195
Because the yaniy you see, kept getting tauter, —
Says I — I wish this job was rather shorter I
The chase had gain'd a mile
A-heady and still the she-mare stood a-drinking :
Now, all the while
Her body didn't take of course to shrinking.
Says 1, she*s letting out her reefs, I'm thinking—
And so she swell'd, and swell'd,
And yet the tackle held,
Till both my legs b^an to bend like winkin.
My eyes 1 but she took in enough to founder 1
And there's my timbers straining eveiy bit.
Beady to split,
And her tarnation hull a-growing roimder t
Well, there — off Hartford Ness,
We lay both lash'd and water-logg'd together.
And can't contrive a signal of distress ;
Thinks I, we must ride out this here foul weather,
Though sick of riding out — and nothing less ;
When, looking round, I sees a man arstam : —
" Hollo ! " says I, ** come underneath her quarter 1 **— •
A^d hands him out my knife to cut the yam.
So I gets off, and lands upon the road.
And leares the she-mare to her own oonsam,
A-standing by the water.
If I get on another. Til be blow'd ! —
And that's the way, you see, my 1^ got bow*d I
IM ELEGY OK DAVID LAIKG, ESQ.
[The following tppetred in the " Litanzy Guatte.**]
ELEGY ON DAVID LAINO, ESQ .♦
BLA.CKBMITH AKD JOINEB (WITHOUT LICXNS^ AT aUIVA.
Ah me ! what causea si^ch oomplaining fareath.
Such female moans, and flooding tean to flow t
It is to chide with stem, remorseless Deatb,
For laying Laing low 1
From Prospect House there comes a sound of
A shrill and persevering loud lament,
Echoed by Mrs. J.*s Establishment
" For Six Young Ladies,
In a retired and healthy part of Kent"
All weeping, Mr. L gone down to Hades I
Thoughtful of grates^ and convents, and the yeU !
Surrey takes up the tale,
And all the nineteen scholars of Miss Jones
With the two parlour-boarders and th* apprentice—*
So universal this mis-timed event is —
Are joining sobs and groans 1
The shock confounds all hymeneal planners
And drives the sweetest from their sweet bebaviouzs :
The girls at Manor House forgot their manners,
And utter sighs like paviours 1
Down — down through Devon and the distant shires
Travels the news of Death's remorseless crime ;
And in all hearts, at once, all hope expires
Of matches against time !
• On the 3rd inat., died in Springfield, near Gretna Green, DaTidLidng^
aged Berenty-two, who had for thirty-fiye years officiated as high-priest aft
Gretna Green. Ho canght cold on his way to Lancaster, to gire erideneo
on the trial of the Wakeficlda, from the effects of which he nerer reeovfred.
—Newspapert, July, 1827. See « Ode to Gibbon Wakefield,** \\ 413.
ELEGY OK DAVID LAINO, ESQ. 197
Along the northern route
The road is water'd by postilions* eyes ;
The topboot paces pensively about,
And yellow jackets are all strained with sigbtf;
There is a sound of grieving at the Ship,
And Sony hands are wringing at the BeU,
In aid of David's knelL
The postboy's heart is cracking — ^not his whip^-
To gaze upon those useless empty collars
His way-worn horses seem so glad to slip-^
And think upon the dollars
That used to ui^e his gallop— quicker ! quicker 1
All hope is fled.
For Laing is dead-^
Vicar of Wakefield — Edward Gibbon's vicar !
The barristers shed tears
Enough to feed a snipe (snipes lite on suction),
To think in after years
No suits will come of Gretna Green abduction,
Nor knaves inveigle
Young heiresses in mairiage scrapes or legaL
The dull reporters
Look truly sad and seriously solemn
To lose the future column
On Hymen-Smithy and its fond resorters I
But grave Miss Daulby and the teaching brood
Rejoice at quenching the clandestine flambeau—
That never real beau of flesh and blood
Will henceforth lure young ladies from their ChambtnA
Sleep— -David Laing — sleep
In peace, though angry governesses spxuu \k<^\
198 80NKST.
Over thy graye a thousand maidens weep^
And honest postboys mourn thee 1
Sleep, Darid !— safely and serenely deep,
Be-wept of many a leamlSd l^gal eye 1
To see the mould above thee in a heap
Drowns many a lid that heretoAm was ixj
Especially of those that, plunging deep
In love, would " ride and tie I** —
Had I command, thou shouldst have gone thy ways
In chaise and pair — and lain in Pire^a-Chaise I
(Tho noxt, a Sonnet, appeared in the " Litanzy Sourenir'* in 1827.
My fathcr'a high estimate of " Immortal Will's " writing will be aaeii
from an Essay in the <* New Monthly" for 1842, and '*The Flea of the
Fairies.**]
SONNET.
WRITTEN IN A yOLrME OT BHAKBPBAIB.
How bravolj Autunm paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled 1
Hues of all flow'rs, that in their ashes lie^
Trophiod in that fair light whereon they fed, —
Tulip, and hyacinth^ and sweet rose red^ —
Like exhalations from tho leafy mould,
Look here how honour glorifies the dead,
And warms their scutcheons with a glance of gold I—
Such is the memory of poets old,
Who on PamaBsus-hill have bloom'd elate ;
Now they are laid under their marbles cold,
And tiuTi'd to clay, whereof they were create ;
But god Apollo hath them all enroU'd,
And blazon'd on the very clouds of Fate I
A SETEOBFECnVS REYISW. IM
(The following Poem also appeared in the " litenzy SoniBBnir " for
thie year, together with the Ballad which comes after it]
A RETROSPECTIVE REVIEW.
Oh, when I was a tiny boj,
My days and nights were Ml of joy.
My mates were blithe and kind 1-^
No wonder that I sometimes sigh,
And dash the tear-drop from my 9j%
To oast a look behind !
A hoop was an eternal round
Of pleasure. In those days I found
A top a joyous thing ; —
But now those past delights I drop^
My head, alas ! is all my top,
And careful thoughts the string !
My marbles— onoe my bag was stored, —
Now I must play with Elgin's lord,
With Theseus for a taw !
My playful horse has slipt his strings
Forgotten all his capering^
And hamefls'd to the law I
My kite— how fkst and fiur it flew 1
Whilst I, a sort of Franklin, drew
My pleasure from the sky 1
*Twas papered o*er with studious themes^
The tasks I wrote — ^my present dreams
Will nerer soar so high!
90a A BETROSPECnYE REVIEW.
Mj jojs are wingletn all and dead ;
My dumps are made of more than lead ;
Mj flights soon find a fall ;
Mj foars preyail, my fimGieB droops
Joy never cometh with a hoop^
And seldom with a call 1
My football's laid upon the shelf;
I am a Bhuttleoock myself
The world knooks to and ho ;^
My archery is all unleam'd,
And grief against myself has tum'd
My arrows and my bow !
No more in noontide sun I bask ;
My authorship 's an endless task,
My head 's ne'er out of school :
My heart is pain'd with seom and slight^
I have too many foes to fight^
And friends grown strangely cool !
The very chum that shared my cake
Holds out so cold a hand to shake.
It makes me shrink and sigh : —
On this I will not dwell and hang;—
The changeling would not feel a pang
Though these should meet his eye !
No skies so blue or so serene
As then ; — no leaves look half so green
As clothed the playground tree !
All thiugs I loved are altered so.
Nor does it ease my heart to know
That change resides in me I
A KETBOSPECTIVE REVIEW. 201
Oh for the garb that marked the boy.
The trousers made of corduroy,
Well ink*d with blaok and red ;
The crownless hat, ne*er deem'd an ill— -
It only let the sunshine still
Bepose upon my head 1
Oh for the riband round the neck I
The careless dogs*-ears apt to deck
My book and collar both I
How can this formal man be styled
Merely an Alexandrine child,
A boy of larger growth 1
Oh for that small, small beer anew 1
And (heaven's own type) that mild sky-bluA
That washed iny sweet meals down ;
The master even ! — and that small Turk
That fagg'd me ! — ^worse is now my work—
A fag for all the town 1
Oh for the lessons leam*d by heart !
Ay, though the very birch's smart
Should mark those hours again ;
rd ** kiss the rod," and be resign'd
Beneath the stroke, and eren find
Some siigar in the cane !
The Arabian Nights rehearsed in bed !
The Fairy Tales in school-time read.
By stealth, 'twizt rerb and noun I
The angel form that always walk'd
In all my dreams, and look'd and talk*d
Exactly like Miss Brown I
203 BALLAD.
The tmne hens — Cbristxnat oome !
The priie of merit) won for hoin»—
Merit had prizes then I
But now I write for dajB and dajM,
For fame — a deal of emply pimiaa,
Without the silver pen 1
Then '^ home, sweet home 1 " the orowded
The joyous shout — the loud approMh—
The winding horns like rams' 1
The meeting sweet that made ma thrill^
The sweetmeats, almost sweeter still.
No ' satis ' to the 'jams ! ' —
When that I was a tiny boy
My days and nights were fiill of joy.
My mates were blithe and kind I
No wonder that I sometimes sigh,
And dash the tear-drop from my eye^
To cast a look behind I
BALLAD.
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast ;
It was the Time of Roses, —
We pluck'd ^em as we passed !
That churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet :—
Oh, no— the world was newly crowrfd
With flowers when first we met I
STANZAS TO TOM WOODGATE.
'Twas twilight^ and I bade you go,
But still jou held me fast ;
It was the Time of Boses,-^
We pluck'd them as we pas^d. —
What else could peer thy glowing cheek.
That tears began to stud ?
And when I ask*d the like of Lore^
Tou snatch*d a damaak bud ;
And oped it to the dainty core,
Still glowing to the last. —
It was the Time of Roses,
We pluck'd them as we pass'd !
203
[This Poem is also from the " Literaiy Sonvenir.'* Tom Woodgate,
of HastLDgs, was no ideal personage, bat a regular old salt, with whom
my father, ever passionately fond of the sea, had spent many a plea-
sant honr on the waters.]
STANZAS TO TOM WOODGATE,
or HASTINGS.
Tom ; — are you still within this land
Of livers — still on Hastings* sand,
Or roaming on the wares t
Or has some billow o*er you rolled^
Jealous that earth should lap so bold
A seaman in her graves ?
On land the rushlight lives of men
€ro out but slowly ; nine in ten^
204 STANZAS TO TOM WOODGATB.
By tedious long declin<
Not so the jolly sailor sinks.
Who founders in the wavey and drinki
The apoplectio brine I
Ay, while I write, mayhap your head
Is sleeping on an oyster-bed —
I hope 'tis far from truth ! —
With periwinkle eyes ; — your bone
Beset with mussels, not your own,
And corals at your tooth I
Still does the Chance pursue the chance
The main affords — ^the Aidant dance
In safety on the tide ?
Still flies that sign of my good-will*
A little bunting thing — ^but still
To thee a flag of pride ?
Does that hard, honest hand now dai^
The tiller in its careful grasp—
With ereiy summer breeze
When ladies sail, in lady-fear — ^
Or, tug the oar, a gondolier
On smooth Macadam seas 1
Or are you where the flounders keep^
Some dozen briny fathoms deep.
Where sand and shells abound —
With some old Triton on your chest.
And twelve grave mermen for a 'quest,
To find that you are — drown'd 1
* Mj £ftther made Woodgate a present, in the shape of t small flag.
STANZAS TO TOM WOODGATE. 205
Swift is the wave, and apt to bring
A Buddon doom — ^perchance I sing
A mere funereal strain ;
Tou hare endured the utter strife—
And are — ^the same in death or life —
A good man ' in the main' I
Oh, no— I hope the old brown eye
Still watches ebb, and flood, and sky ;
That still the brown old shoes
Are sucking brine up— pumps indeed 1—
Tour tooth still full of ocean weed,
Or Indian — ^which you choose.
I like you, Tom ! and in these lays
Give honest worth its honest praise,
No puff at honoui's cost ;
For though you met these words of mine,
All letter-learning was a line
Ton, somehow, neyer cross'd !
Mayhap we ne'er shall meet agaio^
Except on that Pacific main,
Beyond this planet's brink ;
Yet^ as we erst have braved the weather,
Still may we float awhile together,
As comrades on this ink I
Many a scudding gale we've had
Together, and, my gallant lad.
Some perils we have pass'd ;
When huge and black the wave career'd,
And oft the giant surge appear'd
The master of our mast | —
SM STAlfZAB TO TOM WOODGATl.
'Twas thy example taught me how
To climb the billow's hoaiy brow.
Or deave the raging heap-
To boimd along the ocean wild.
With danger«-only as a child
The waters rock*d to sleep.
Oh^ who can tell that braye delight^
To see the hissing wave in mig^t
Come rampant like a snake !
To leap his horrid Grest, and faast
One's eyes upon the briny beasts
Left couchant in the wake !
The simple shepherd's love is still
To bask upon a sux^ly hill,
The herdsman roams the Tale—
With both their fancies I agree ;
Be mine the swelling, scooping 8ea»
That is both hill and dale I
I yearn for that brisl^ sprayr— I yeam
To feci the wave from stem to stem
Uplift ihe plun^ng keel ;
That merry step we used to dance
On board the Aidant or the Chanofl^
The ocean '' toe and hecL"
I long to feel the steady gale
That fills the broad distended sail^
The seas on either hand 1
My thought, like any hollow shell,
^eeps mocking at my ear the swell
Of waves against the land.
STANZAS TO TOM WOODOATE. S07
It is no fable — ^that old strain
Of syrens ! — so the witching main
Is singing — and I sigh 1
My heart is all at once inclined
To seaward — and I seem to find
The waters in my eye !
Methinks I see the shining beach ;
The merry wayes, each after each,
Bebounding o*er the flints ;
I spy the grim preventive spy !
The joUy boatmen standing nigh !
The maids in morning chintz !
And there they float — ^the sailing craft I
The sail is up— -the wind abaft—
The ballast trim and neat
Alas ! 'tis aU a dream*— a lie I
A printer^s imp is standing by,
To hatd my mizen sheet !
My tiller dwindles to a pen^
My craft is that of bookish men —
My sail — ^let Longman tell !
Adieu, the wave, the wind, the spray I
Men — maidens-^'-chintzes— fade away 1
Tom Woodgate, fare thee well 1
208 TIME, HOPE, A^^D MEMORY.
[This appears in ** Friendship's Offering" for 1827, ts also do thia
poem entitled '' Flowers," and the Ballad which follows it]
TIME, HOPE, AND MEMORY.
I HEABD a gentle maiden, in the spring,
Set her sweet sighs to musio, and thus sing :
" Fly through the world, and I will follow thee,
Only for looks that may turn back on me ;
'' Only for roses that your chance may throw —
Though wither'd — I will wear them on my brow,
To be a thoughtful firagrance to my brain, —
Warm*d with such love, that th|9y will bloom again.
'' Thy love before thee, I must tread behind,
Kissing thy foot-prints, though to me unkind ;
But trust not all her fondness, though it seem,
Lest thy true love should rest on a false dream*
" Her face is smiling, and her voice is sweet ;
But smiles betray, and music sings deceit ;
And words speak false ; — ^yet, if they welcome prove,
I '11 be their echo, and repeat their lova
'' Only if waken'd to sad truth, at last,
The bitterness to come, and sweetness past ;
When thou art vext, then turn again, and see
Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee."
200
FLOWEBa
I WILL not have the mad dyth
Whose head is tum'd by the Bun ;
The tulip is a courtly quean,
Whom, therefore, I will shun ;
The cowalip is a country wench,
The violet is a nun ;—
But I will woo the dainfy roae^
The queen of eyexy one.
The pea is but a wanton witch.
In too much haste to wed.
And claspe her rings on every hand ;
The wolfsbane I should dread ;
Nor will I dreary rosemaiye^
That always mourns the dead ;— •
But I will woo the dainty rose,
With her cheeks of tender red.
The lily is all in white, like a saint.
And so IS no mate for me—
And the daiety's cheek is tipp'd with a blush,
She is of such low degree ;
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves,
And the broom's betroth'd to the bee
But I will plight with the dainty rose^
For fairest of all is she.
VOL, V, \^
SIO
BALLAD.
She's up and gone, the gracdev gh^
And lobVd my fiiiling yean !
Mj blood before was thin and oold
But now *tis tum*d to tears ;— «
My shadow Mis upon my graye^
So near the brink I stand.
She might haye sta/d a little yet^
And led me by the hand !
Aye, call her on the barren moor.
And call her on the hill :
'Tis nothing but the heron's cry.
And ployer's answer shrill ;
My child is flown on wilder wings
Than they haye eyer spread,
And I may eyen walk a waste
That widen'd when she fled.
Full many a thankless chUd has bera.
But neyer one like mine ;
Her meat was seryed on plates of goldy
Her drink was rosy wine ;
But now she'll share the robin's food^
And sup the common rill,
Before her feet will turn again
To meet her father^s will I
BOTH. 21X
[This Poem appean in the " Foiget-Me-Not"]
RUTH.
♦
Shs stood breast high amid the oom
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn.
Like the sweetheart of the sun.
Who many a glowing kiss had won.
On her cheek an autumn fiushy
Deeply ripen'd ; — such a blush
In the midst of brown was bom.
Like red poppies grown with com.
Boimd her eyes her tresses fell.
Which were blackest none could tell.
But long lashes yeil*d a light.
That had else been aU too bright,
And her hat, with shady brim.
Made her tressy fbrehead dim ; —
Thus she stood amid the stocks,
Praising God with sweetest looks :—
Sure, I said, HeaVn did not mean.
Where I reap thou shouldst but gleai^
Lay thy sheaf adown and oome^
Share my harvest and my home^
212 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FA/RIE8.
[In this year my father published tho " Plem of the Midnimmer
Fairies,** not a very successful venture at the time. Moft of the minor
pieces contained in it had appeared before. It was ushered in by tho
following dedication.]
TO CHARLES LAMB
Mt deab Friend,
I THANK my litcTBry fortune that I am not rednoed, liko
many better wits, to barter dedications, for the hope or promiae of
patronage, with some nominally great man ; but that where true affee*
tion points, and honest respect, I am free to gratify my head and heart
by a sincere inscription. An intimacy and deametSp worthy of a
much earlier date than our acquaintance can refer to^ direct me at once
to your name : and with this acknowledgment of your ever kind
feeling towards me, I desire to record a respect and admiration for yon
as a writer, which no one acquainted with our literature, saye Elia
himself, will think disproportionate or misplaced. If I had not these
better reasons to govern mo, I should be guided to the same aclection
by your intense yet critical relish for the works of our great Dramatist^
and for that favourite play in particular which has furnished the
subject of my verses.
It is my design, in the follovring Poem, to celebrate by an allegory,
that immortality which Shokspcore has conferred on the Fairy mytho-
logy by his ** Midsummer Night*s Dream.** But for him, those pretty
children of our childhood would leave barely their names to our nuitnrer
years ; they belong, as tho mites upon the plum, to the bloom of fuicy,
a thing generally too frail and beautiful to withstand the rude handling
of Time : but tho Poet has made this most perishable part of the
mind*s creation equal to tho most enduring ; he has so intertwined the
Elfins with human sympathies, and linked them by so many delightful
associations with tho productions of nature, that they are as real to the
mind*s eye, as their green magical circles to the outer sense.
It would have been a pity for ffuch a tact to go extinct^ even though
they wero but as tho butterflies that hover about tho leaves and
blossoms of the visible world.
I am, my dear Friend,
Yours most truly,
T. Hood.
THE PLKA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. 213
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIEa
'TwAS in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold, — aud with a broader sphere
The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheayes ;
When more abimdantly the spider weayes.
And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime ; —
That forth I fared, op ow of those still eves,
Toach*d with the dewy sadness of the time,
To think how the bright months had spent their prime,
So that, whereyer I addressed my way,
I S6em*d to track the melancholy feet
Of him that is the Father of Decay,
And spoils at once the sour weed and the sweet ; —
Wherefore regretfully I made retreat
To some unwasted regions of my brain,
Charm*d with the light of summer and the heat,
And bade that bounteous season bloom again,
And sprout fresh flowers in mine own domain.
It was a shady and sequester*d scene.
Like those famed gardens of Boccaccio,
Planted with his own laurels eyer green,
And roses that for endless summer blow ;
And there were fountain springs to overflow
Their marble basins, — and cool green arcades
Of tall o'crarching sycamores, to throw
S14 TH£ PLEA OF THE MIMUMMEB FAIRIEa
Athwart the dappled path their dancizig Bhade%-*
With timid coneys croppmg the green Undea.
And there were Grystal pools, peopled with fish,
Aigent and gold ; and some of Tynan skin,
Some orimson-ban^d ; — and ever at a wish
They rose obsequious till the wave grew thin
As glass upon their backs, and then diyed iui
Quenching their ardent scales in wateiy gloom ;
Whilst others with fresh hues roVd forth to win
My changeable regard,—- for so we doom
Things bom of thought to yanish'Or to bloom.
And there were many birds of many dyes^
From tree to tree still faring to and fro,
And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes^
And goigeous pheasants with their golden glow.
Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow.
Besides some Tocalists without a name,
That oft on fairy errands come and go,
With accents magical ; — and all were tame.
And pecked at my hand where'er I came.
And for my sylvan company, in lieu
Of Pampinoa with her lively peers,
Sate Queen Titania with her pretty crew.
All in their liveries quaint, with elfin gears^
For she was gracious to my childish years,
And made me free of her enchanted roimd ;
Wherefore this dreamy scene she still endears^
And plants her court upon a verdant mound,
Fenced with umbrageous woods and groves profound.
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMEB FAIBIEa 215
** Ah me/* she cries, '' was ever moonlight seen
So clear and tender for our midnight trips ?
Go some one forth, and with a trump conyene
My lieges all 1 '* — Away the goblin skips
A pace or two apart, and deftly strips
The ruddy skin from a sweet rose's cheek,
Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips^
Making it utter forth' a shrill small shriek.
Like a &ay*d bird in the grey owlet's beak.
And lo ! upon my fix'd delighted ken
Appealed the loyal Fays. — Some by degrees
Crept from the primrose buds that open'd then.
And some froia bell-shaped blossoms like the beea^
Some from the dewy meads, and rushy leas.
Flew up like chafers when the rustics pass ;
Some frt)m the rivers, others from tall trees
Dropp*d, like shed blossoms, silent to the grass,
Spirits and elfins small, of eyery class.
Peri and Pixy, and quaint Puck the Antic^
Brought Robin Goodfellow, that meny swain ;
And stealthy Mab, queen of old realms romantic,
Came too, from distance, in her tiny wain,
Fresh dripping fix)m a cloud — some bloomy rain,
Then circling the bright Moon, had wash'd her car«
And still bodew'd it with a yarious stain :
Lastly came Ariel, shooting from a star.
Who bears aU fairy embassies afieur.
But Oberon, that night elsewhere exiled,
Was absent, whether some distemper'd spleen
916 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMEB FAIBIEB.
Kept him nnd his £Eur mate mireconoiledy
Or warftiro with the Gnome (whose race bad been
Sometime obnoxious), kept him from hia queeOy
And made her now peruse the starry skiea
Prophetical, with such an absent mien ;
Howbeit, the tears stole often to her eye^
And oft the Moon was incensed with her 8igh^->
Which made the ehes sport drearily, and aoon
Their hiishing dances languish'd to a stand.
Like midnight leaves, when, as the ZepbijTB bwood^
All on their drooping stems they sink un£um*d,<^-
So into silence droop'd the fairy band.
To see their empress dear so pale and still
Crowding her softly round on either hand.
As pale as frosty snowdrops, foid as chill.
To whom the sceptred dome reveals her ilL
** Alas," quoth she, " ye know om* fiury lives
Are leased upon the fickle faith of men ;
Not measured out against Fate*s mortal knives^
Like human gossamers, — ^we perish when
We fade and are forgot in worldly ken,?—
Though poesy has thus prolonged our date.
Thanks be to the sweet Bard*s auspicious pen
That rescued us so long ! — ^howbeit of late
I feel some dark misgivings of our fate.
" And this dull day my melancholy sleep
Hath been so thronged with images of woe^
That even now I cannot choose but weep
To think this was some sad prophetic show
f^{ future horror to be&ll us so^ —
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES 817
Of mortal wreck and uttermost distr^sg,-*
Yea, our poor empire's faU and oyerthrow^Ts*
For this was my long yision's dreadful stress.
And when I waked my trouble was not less.
'' Wheneyer to the clouds I tried to seek.
Such leaden weight dragged these Icarian wings,
My fSedthless wand was wayering and weak,
And slimy toads had trespass'd in our rings^
The birds, refused to sing for me — all things
Disowned their old allegiance to our spells ;
The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stings ;
And, when I pass'd, the yalley-lily*s bells
Rang out, methought, most melancholy knells.
^ And eyer on the faint and flagging air
A doleful spirit with a dreary note
Cried in my fearful ear, ' Prepare 1 prepare ! *
Which soon I knew came from a rayen*s throat,
Perch'd on a cypress-bough not far remote, —
A cursed bird, too crafty to be shot.
That alway oometh with his soot-black coat
To make hearts dreary : — ^for he is a blot
Upon the book of life, as well ye wot
^ Wherefore some while I bribed him to be mute,
With bitter acorns stuffing his foul maw.
Which barely I appeased, when some firesh bruit
Startled me aU aheap ! — and soon I saw
The horridest shape that eyer raised my aw%s-
A monstrous giant, yery huge and tall.
Such as in elder times, deyoid of law,
218 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMBIEB FAIBISS.
With wicked might grieved the primeYal baD,
And this was sure the deadliest of them all 1
** Gaunt was he as a wolf of Langaedoo^
With bloody jaws, and frost upon his crown ;
So from his barren poll one hoary lock
Over his wrinkled front fell hr adown.
Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frown
Like jagg^ icicles at cottage eares ;
And for his coronal he wore some brown
And bristled ears gathered frt)m Ceres' sheaTe^
Entwined with certain sere and russet leaves.
" And lo 1 upon a mast reared far aloft.
Ho boro a ycry bright and crescent blade,
The which ho waved so dreadfully, and oft^
In meditative spito, that, sore dismay'd,
I crept into an aoom-cup for shade ;
Meanwhile the horrid effigy went by :
I trow his look was dreadful, for it made
The trembling birds betake them to the sky.
For every leaf was lifted by bis sigh.
'* And ever, as ho sigh'd, his foggy breath
Blurr'd out tho landscape like a flight of smoke :
Thence knew I this was either dreary Death
Or Time, who leads all creatures to his stroka
Ah wretched me ! *' — Here, even as she spoke,
The melancholy Shape came gliding in,
And lean'd his back against an antique oak,
Folding his wings, that were so fine and thin,
Thoy scarce were seen against the Dryad's skin.
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. 219
Then what a fear seized all the little rout !
Look how a flock of panic'd sheep will stare—
And huddle close — and start — and wheel about,
Watching the roaming mongrel here and there,-—
So did that sudden Apparition scare
All close aheap those small afi&ighted things ;
Nor sought they now the safety of the air,
As if some leaden spell withheld their wings ;
But who can fly that anoientest of Kings t
Whom now the Queen, with a forestalling tear
And previous sigh, beginneth to entreat,
Bidding him spare, for loye, her lieges dear :
'' Alas ! *' quoth she, " is there no nodding wheat
Eipe for thy crooked weapon, and more meet, —
Or withered leaves to ravish from the tree, —
Or crumbling battlements for thy defeat ?
Think but what vaunting monuments there be
Builded in spite and mockery of thee.
** 0 fret away the fabric walls of Fame,
And grind down marble Csesars with the dust :
Make tombs inscriptionless — ^raze each high name,
And waste old armours of renown with rust :
Do 'all of this, and thy revenge is just :
Make such decays the trophies of thy prune,
And check Ambition's overweening lust,
That dares exterminating war with Time, —
But we are guiltless of that lofty crime.
^ Frail feeble sprites ! — ^the children of a dream I
Leased on the sufferance of fickle men.
S20 TU£ PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIBIESL
Like motes dependent on the Bunny beaniy
living but in the sun's indulgent ken.
And when that light withdraws, withdrawing then
So do we flutter in the glance of youth
And fervid fancy, — and so perish when
The eye of faith grows aged ; — ^in sad truth.
Feeling thy sway, 0 Time ! though not thj tooth !
'* Where be those old divinities forlorn.
That dwelt in trees, or haunted in a stream t
Alas ! their memories are dimm*d and torn.
Like the remainder tatters of a dreain :
So will it fare with our poor thrones, I deem ; —
. For us the same dark trench Oblivion delves,
That holds the wastes of every human scheme.
0 spare us then, — and these our pretty elves, —
We soon, alas ! shall perish of ourselves ! **
Now as she ended, with a sigh, to name
Those old Olympians, scattered by the whirl
Of Fortune's giddy wheel and brought to shame^
Methought a scornful and malignant curl
Show'd on the lips of that malicious diurl,
To think what noble havocs he had made ;
So that I fear*d he all at once would hurl
The harmless fairies into endless shade, —
Howbeit he stopp'd awhile to whet his blade.
Pity it was to hear the elfins* wail
Hise up in concert from their mingled dread
Pity it was to see them, all so pale.
Gaze on the grass as for a dying bed ;- —
But Puck was seated on a spider's thread.
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMEK FAIKIES. 221
That hung between two branches of a briar,
And *gan to swing and gambol, heels o*6r head.
Like any Southwark tumbler on a wire,
For him no present grief could long inspira
Meanwhile the Queen with many piteous drops.
Falling like tiny sparks full fieuit and free.
Bedews a pathway from her throne ; — and stops
Before the foot of her arch enemy.
And with her little arms enfolds his knee,
That shows more grisly from that fair embrace ;
But she will ne'er depart '' Alas ! " quoth she,
" My painfull fingers I will here enlace
Till I have gain'd your pity for our race.
** What haye we erer done to earn this grudge.
And hate — (if not too humble for thy hating 1)—
Look o*er our labours and our liyes, and judge
If there be any ills of our creating ;
For we are very kindly creatures, dating
With nature's charities still sweet and bland : —
0 think this murder worthy of debating 1 "
Herewith she makes a signal with her hand,
To beckon some one from the Faiiy band«
Anon I saw one of those elfin things^
Clad all in white like any chorister,
Gome fluttering forth on his melodious wings»
That made soft music at each little stir.
But something louder than a bee's demur
Before he lights upon a bunch of broom^
And thus 'gan he with Saturn to confer^^
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And 0 his Yoioe was sweet, touoh*d with the fjioom
Of that sad theme that argued of his doom 1
Quoth he, ** We make all melodies our oan^
That no false discords may offend the Sun,
Music's great master — tuning eyeiywhera
All pastoral sounds and melodies^ each ona
Duly to place and season, so that none
May harshly interfere. We rouse at mom
The shrill sweet lark ; and when the day is dons^
Hush silent pauses for the bird foiloniy
That singoth with her breast against a thont.
^ Wo gather in loud choirs the twittering raoe^
That make a chorus with their single note ;
And tend on new-fledged birds in eveiy plaoe^
That duly they may get their tunes by rote ;
And oft, like echoes, answering remote,
We hide in thickets from the feathered throngs
And strain in rivalship each throbbing throaty
Singing in shrill responses all day long.
Whilst the glad truant listens to our song^
'^ Wherefore, great Kmg of Tears, as thou dott hnm
The raining music from a morning doud.
When yanish'd larks are carolling aboye.
To wake Apollo with their pipings loud y-^
If oyer thou hast heard in leafy shroud
The sweet and pkintiye Sappho of the dell.
Show thy sweet mercy on this little crowd,
And we will muffle up the sheepfold bell
Whene'er thou listenest to PhilomeL"
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Then Saturn thus : — ''Sweet is the merry lark.
That carols in man's ear so dear and strong ;
And youth must love to listen in the dark
That tuneful elegy of Tereus* wrong ;
But I have heard that ancient strain too long^
For sweet is sweet but when a little strange.
And I grow weary for some newer song ;
For wherefore had I wings, unless to range
Through all things mutable, from change to change t
" But wouldst thou hear the melodies of Time,
Listen when sleep and drowsy darkness roll
Over hush'd cities, and the midnight chime
Sounds from their hundred docks, and deep bells toll
Xike a last knell over the dead world's soul,
Saying, ' Time shall be final of all things,
Whose late, last voice must elegise the whole,* —
0 then*I dap aloft my brave broad wings,
And make the wide air tremble while it rings ! *'
Then next a fair Eve-Fay made meek address,
Saying, " We be the handmaids of the Spring;
In sign whereof. May, the quaint broideress.
Hath wrought her samplers on our gauzy wing.
We tend upon buds' birth and blossoming.
And count the leafy tributes that they owe-—
As, so much to the earth — so much to fling
In showers to the brook — so much to go
In whirlwinds to the douds that made them grow.
" The pastoral cowslips are our little pets.
And daisy stars, whose firmament is green ;
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Pansies, and those veiTd nuns, meek violets^
Sighing to that warm world from which they Boreen ;
And golden daffodils, pluck'd for Ma/s Queen ;
And lonely harebeUs, quaking on the heath ;
And Hyacinth, long since a fiiir youth seen.
Whose tuneful Voice, tum*d fragrance in his breatl^
Kifi8*d by sad 2iephyr, guilty of his deatL
*' The widow'd primrose weeping to the moon
And safi&on crocus in whose chalice bright
A cool libation hoarded for the noon
Is kept — and she that purifies the lights
The virgin lily, faithful to her white,
Whereon Eve wept in Eden for her shame ;
And the most dainty rose, Aurora's spright.
Our every godchild, by whatever name —
Spare us our lives, for wo did nurse the same ! **
•
Then that old Mower stamp'd his heel, and struck
His hurtful scythe against the harmless ground.
Saying, " Ye foolish imps, when am I stuck
With gaudy buds, or like a wooer crown'd
With flow'ry chaplets, save when they are found
Withered ? — Whenever have I pluck*d a rose,
Except to scatter its vain leaves around t
For so all gloss of beauty I oppose,
And bring decay on every flow'r that blows.
" Or when am 1 so wroth as when 1 view
The wanton pride of Summer ; — ^how she decks
The birthday world with blossoms ever-new.
As if Time had not lived, and heap'd great wrecks
Of years on years ?-^0 then T bravely vex
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And catch the gay Months in their gaudy plight,
And slay them with the wreaths about their necks^
Like foolish heifers in the holy rite,
And raise great trophies to my ancient might."
Then saith another, *' We are kindly things.
And like her offspring nestle with the dove,— >
Witness these hearts embroider*d on our wings.
To show our constant patronage of love : —
We sit at even, in sweet bow'rs above
Lovers, and shake rich odours on the air.
To mingle with their sighs ; and still remove
The startling owl, and bid the bat forbear
Their privacy, and haunt some other where.
'' And we are near the mother when she sits
Beside her infant in its wicker bed ;
And we are in the fairy scene that flits
Across its tender brain: sweet dreams we shed.
And whilst the little merry soid is fled
Away, to sport with our yotmg elves, the while
We touch the dimpled cheek with roses red,
And tickle the soft lips imtil they smile.
So that their careful parents they beguile.
^ 0 then, if ever thou hast breathed a vow
At Love*s dear portal, or at pale moon-rise
Crush'd the dear curl on a regardful brow.
That did not frown thee from thy honey prize—
If ever thy sweet son sat on thy thighs,
And wooed thee from thy careful thoughts within
To watch the harmless beauty of his eyes,
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Or glad thy fingers on his smooth soft skin.
For Love's dear sake, let us thj pity win 1**
Then Saturn fiercely thus : — " What joy haye I
In tender babes, that have devoured mine own,
Whenever to the light I heard them 017,
Till foolish Rhea cheated me with stone t
Whereon, till now, is my great hunger shown,
In monstrous dint of my enormous tooth ;
And — ^but the peopled world is too ftill grown
For hunger^s edge— I would oonsume all youth
At one great meal, without delay or ruth 1
*' For I am well nigh crazed and wild to hear
How boastful fathers taunt me with their breed,
Saying, 'Wo shall not die nor disappear,
But, in these other selves, ourselves succeed
Ev*n as ripe flowers pass into their seed
Only to be renewed from prime to prime,*
All of which boastings I am forced to read,
Besides a thousand challenges to Time,
Which bragging lovers have compiled in rhyma
" Wherefore, when they are sweetly met o' nights^
There will I steal and with my hurried hand
Startle them suddenly from their delights
Before the next encounter hath been plann*d.
Ravishing hours in little minutes spann'd ;
But when they say fareweU, and grieve apart,
Then like a leaden statue I will stand,
Meanwhile their many tears encrust my dart.
And with a ragged edge cut heart from heart'*
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Then next a merry Woodsman, clad in green,
Stept Yanward from his mates, that idly stood
Each at his proper ease, as they had been
Nursed in the liberty of old Sherwood,
And wore the liveiy of Robin Hood,
Who wont in forest shades to dine and sup, —
So came this chief right frankly, and made good
His haunch against his axe, and thus spoke up,
Doffing his cap^ which was an acorn's cup : —
" We be small foresters and gay, who tend
On trees, and all their furniture of green.
Training the young boughs airily to bend.
And show blue snatches of the sky between ; —
Or knit more dose intricacies, to screen
Birds* crafty dwellings, as may hide them best,
But most the timid blackbird's — she that, seen,
Will bear black poisonous berries to her nest,
Lest man should cage the darlings of her breast.
'' We bend each tree in proper attitude,
And founting willows train in silveiy fiUls ;
We frame all shady roofs and arches rude.
And verdant aisles leading to Dryads' halls, .
Or deep recesses where the Echo calls ;— ^
We shape all plumy trees against the sky.
And carve tall elms' Corinthian capitals, —
When sometimes, as our tiny hatchets ply.
Men say, the tapping woodpecker is nigh.
^ Sometimes we scoop the squirrel's hollow oell.
And sometimes carve quaint letters oa Vk«& t>3A^
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That haply some lone muaiug wight may spell
Daiutj Aminta, — Gentle Rosalind, —
Or chastest Lau^^ — sweetly call*d to mind
In sylvan solitudes, ere he lies down ; —
And sometimes we enrich grey stems with twined
And vagrant ivy, — or rich moss, whose brown
Bums into gold as the warm sun goes down.
" And, lastly, for mirth's sake and ChristmM dbo&t.
Wo bear the seedling berries, for increase^
To graft the Druid oaks, from year to year.
Careful that mistletoe may never cease ; —
Wherefore, if thou dost prize the shady peace
Of sombre forests, or to see light break
Through sylvan cloisters, and in spring release
Thy spirit amongst leaves from careful ake.
Spore us our lives for the Green Dryad*s sake.**
Then Saturn, with a frown : — " Gk) forth, and fell
Oak for your coflSns, and thenceforth lay by
Your axes for the rust, and bid farewell
To all sweet birds, and the blue peeps of sky
Through tangled branches, for ye shall not spy
The next green generation of the tree ;
But hence with the dead leaves, whene'er they fly,^
Which in the bleak air I would rather see,
Than flights of the most tuneful birds that be.
" For I dislike all prime, and verdant pets,
Ivy except, that on the aged wall
Preys with its worm-like roots, and daily frets
The crumbled tower it seems to league withal.
King-like, worn down by its own coronal :—
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Neither in forest haunts loye I to won,
Before the golden plumage 'gins to fall.
And leaves the brown bleak limbs with few leases ODf
Or bare— like Nature in her skeleton.
*' For then sit I amongst the crooked boughsi
Wooing dull Memory with kindred sighs ;
And there in rustling nuptials we espouse,
Smit by the sadness in each other^s eyes ; —
But Hope must have green bowers and blue
And must be courted with the gauds of Spring ;
Whilst Youth leans god-like on her lap, and cries,
'What shall we always do, but love and sing 1 *— ->
And Time is reckon*d a discarded thing/
i»
Here in my dream it made me firet to sea
How Puck, the antic, all this dreary while
Had blithely jested with calamity,
With mis-timed mirth mocking the doleful style
Of his sad comrades, till it raised my bile
To see him so reflect their grief aside.
Turning their solemn looks to half a smile —
Like a straight stick shown crooked in the tide ;—
But soon a novel advocate I spied
Quoth he — ** We teach all natures to fulfil
Their fore-appointed crafts, and instincts meet^-*
The bee's sweet alchemy, — the spider's skilly —
The pismire's care to gamer up his wheat,—-
And rustic masonry to swallows fleet, —
The lapwing's cunning to preserve her nest^-**
But most, that lesser pelican, the sweet
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And Bhrillj ruddock, with its bleeding Inreasti
Its tender pity of poor babes distrest.
*' Sometimes we cast our shapes^ and in deek skina
Delve with the timid mole, that aptlj delyee
From our example ; so the spider spins.
And eke the silk-worm, pattem*d by ounelyee :
Sometimes we travail on the summer shelTes
Of early bees, and busy toils commence^
Watch*d of wise men, that know not we are elves^
But gaze and marvel at our stretch of sense.
And praise our human-like intelligence.
'< Wherefore, by thy delight in that old tale.
And plaintive diiges the late robins sing;
What time the leaves are scattei'd by the gale^
Mindful of that old forest buiying ;if«-
As thou dost love to watch each tiny thing,
For whom our craft most curiously contrives^
1£ thou hast caught a bee upon the wing;
To take his honey-bag, — spare us our lives,
And we will pay the ransom in full hives.**
" Now by my glass,*' quoth Time, "ye do offend
In teaching the brown bees that careful lore,
And frugal ants, whose millions would have end.
But they lay up for need a timely store,
And travail with the seasons evermore ;
Whereas Great Mammoth long bath pass*d away.
And none but I can tell what hid^ he wore ;
Whilst purblind men, the creatures of a day.
In riddling wonder his great bones survey.**
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Then came an elf, right beauteous to behold.
Whose coat was like a brooklet that the sun
Hath all embroidered with its crooked gold,
It was so quaintly wrought and OYemm
With spangled traceries, — ^most meet for one
That was a warden of the pearly streams ; —
And as he stept out of the shadows dim,
His jewels sparkled in the pale moon's gleams,
And shot into the air their pointed beams.
Quoth he, — ^ We bear the gold and silver keys
Of bubbling springs and fountains, that below
Course thro' the veiny earth, — ^which when they freeze
Into hard crysolites, we bid to flow.
Creeping like subtle snakes, when, as they go.
We guide their windings to melodious falls.
At whose soft murmurings, so sweet and low,
Poets have tuned their smoothest madrigals,
To sing to ladies in their banquet-halls.
^ And when the hot sun with his steadfast heat
Parches the river god, — ^whose dusty urn
Drips miserly, till soon his crystal feet
Against his pebbly floor wax faint and bum.
And languid fish, unpoised, grow sick and yearn,—
Then scoop we hollows in some sandy nook,
And little channels dig, wherein we turn
The thread-worn rivulet, that all forsook
The Naiad-lily, pining for her brook.
'' Wherefore, by thy delight in cool green meads.
With living sapphires daintily inlaid, —
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In all soft songs of waters and their reoda,^
And all reflections in a streamlet made.
Haply of thy own love, that, disarray'd.
Kills the fair lily with a livelier white,^-
By silver trouts upspringing from green ahada^
And winking stars reduplicate at nighty
Spare us, poor ministers to such delight.**
Ilowbcit his pleading and his gentle looka
Moved not the spiteful Shade : — Quoth he,'^ Tour taate
Shoots wido of mine, for I despise the brooka
And slavish rivulets that run to waate
In noontide sweats, or, like poor vossalsy haate
To swell the voist dominion of the sea^
In whose great presence I am held disgraced.
And neighboured with a king that rivals me
In ancient might and hoary majesty.
'* 'Whereas I ruled in Chaos, and still keep
The awful secrets of that ancient dearth.
Before the briny fountains of the deep
Brimm'd up the hollow cavities of earth ; —
I saw each trickling Sea-God at his birth,
Each pearly Naiad with her oozy locks,
And mfant Titans of enormous girth,
Whose huge young feet yet stumbled on the rocks,
Stunning the early world with frequent shocks.
" Where now is Titan, with his cumbrous brood,
That scared the world ? — By this sharp scythe they feU,
And half the sky was curdled with their blood :
So have all primal giants sigh'd farewell
No wardens now by sedgy fountains dwell.
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Nor pearly Naiads. All their days are done
That strove with Time, untimely, to excel ;
Wherefore I razed their progenies, and none
But my great shadow intercepts the sim 1 "
Then saith the timid Fay—" Oh, mighty Time 1
Well hast thou wrought the cruel Titans* fall.
For they were stain'd with many a bloody crime :
Great giants work great wrongs^ — ^but we are small,
For love goes lowly ; — ^but Oppression 's tall,
And with surpassing strides goes foremost still
Where love indeed can hardly reach at all ;
Like a poor dwarf o*erburthen*d with good will.
That labours to efface the tracks of ilL —
** Man even strives with Man, but we eschew
The guilty feud, and all fierce strifes abhor ;
Nay, we are gentle as the sweet heaven's dew
Beside the red and horrid drops of war,
Weeping the cruel hates men battle for.
Which worldly bosoms nourish in our spite :
For in the gentle breast we ne'er withdraw,
But only when all love hath taken flight,
And youth's warm gracious heart is harden'd quite.
*'So are our gentle natures intertwined
With sweet humanities, and closely knit
In kindly Gfympathy with human kind.
Witness how we befiiend, with elfin wit.
All hopeless maids and lover^ — ^nor omit
Magical succours unto hearts forlorn : —
We charm man's life, and do not perish it
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So judge UB by tho helps we ahowed this mom.
To one who held his wretched days in ncom.
"*Twa8 nigh sweet Amwell ; — ^for the Queen had taak*d
Our skill to-day amidst the silver Lea^
Whereon the noontide son had not yet baak'd ;
Wherefore some patient man we thought to leo^
Planted in moss-grown rushes to the knee^
Beside the cloudy margin cold and dim ;—
Howbeit no patient fisherman was he
That cast his sudden shadow from the brim.
Making us loavo our toils to gase on h\m,
*' His face was ashy pale, and leaden care
Had sunk the levelled arches of his brow,
Once bridges, for his joyous thoughts to &ro
Over those melancholy springs and slow.
That from his piteous eyes began to flow,
And fell anon into the chilly stream ;
Which, as his mimick'd image show'd below,
Wrinkled his face with many a needless seam,
Making grief sadder in its own esteem.
^ And lo ! upon the air we saw him stretch
His passionate arms ; and, in a wayward strain.
He 'gan to elegize that fellow wretch
That with mute gestures answer*d him again,
Saying, ' Poor slave, how long wilt thou remain
Life's sad weak captive in a prison strong.
Hoping with tears to rust away thy chain,
In bitter servitude to worldly wrong 1 —
Thou wear'st that mortal liveiy too long ! '
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** This, with more spleenful speeches and some teara^
When he had spent upon the imaged wave.
Speedily I conyened my elfin peers
Under the lily-cups, that ire might save
This woeful mortal from a wilful grave
By shrewd diversions of his mind's regret.
Seeing he was mere Melancholy's slave,
That sank wherever a dark cloud he met,
And straight was tangled in her secret net
** Therefore, as still he watch'd the water^s flow,
Daintily we transformed, and with bright fins
Game glancing through the gloom ; some from below
Bose like dim fancies when a dream begins.
Snatching the light upon their purple skins ;
Then under the broad leaves made slow retire :
One like a golden galley bravely wins
Its radiant course, — another glows like fire, —
Making that wayward man our pranks admire.
** And so he banish'd thought, and quite foigot
All contemplation of that wretched face ;
And so we wiled him from that lonely spot
Along the river's brink ; till, by heaven's grace,
He met a gentle haunter of the place,
Full of sweet wisdom gathei'd from the brooks,
Who there discuss*d his melancholy case
With wholesome texts leam'd from kind nature's books^
Meanwhile he newly trimm'd his lines and hooks."
Herewith the Fairy ceaaed. Quoth Ariel now —
^ Let me remember how I saved a man«
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Whose fatal noose was fastcn*d on a bougliy
Intended to abridge his sad hfe*8 span ;
For hapl J I was by when he began
His stem soliloquy in life's dispraise,
And overheard his melancholy plan.
How he had made a vow to end his dayai
And therefore followed him in all his way%
" Through brake and tangled copse^ for much he loathed
All populous haunts, and roam*d in forests rude.
To hide himself from man. But I had clothed
My delicate limbs with plumes, and still pursued.
Where only foxes and wild cats intrude,
Till wo were come beside an ancient tree
Late blasted by a storm. Here he renew*d
His loud complaints, — choosing that spot to be
The scene of his last horrid tragedy.
'* It was a wild and melancholy glen,
Made gloomy by tall firs and cypress dark,
Whose roots, like any bones of buried men,
Push'd through the rotten sod for fear^s remark ;
A hundred horrid stems, jagged and stark.
Wrestled with crooked arms in hideous fray,
Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark,
Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey.
With many blasted oaks moss-grown and grey.
" But here upon his final desperate clause
Suddenly I pronounced so sweet a strain,
Like a pang'd nightingale, it made him pause^
Till half the frenzy of his grief was slain«
The sad remainder oosing from his brain
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In timely ecstasies of healing tears,
Which through his ardent eyes began to drain ; —
Meanwhile the deadly Fates unclosed their shears :—
So pity me and all my fated peers ! "
Thus Ariel ended, and was some time hush*d :
When with the hoaiy shape a fresh tongue pleadsy
And red as rose the gentle Fairy blush'd
To read the records of her own good deeds :^-
" It chanced/' quoth she, " in seeking through the meads
For honied cowslips, sweetest in the mom,
Whilst yet the buds were hung with dewy beads.
And Echo answer'd to the huntsman's horn.
We found a babe left in the swarths forlorn.
*' A little, sorrowful, deserted thing.
Begot of loye, and yet no love begetting ;
Guiltless of shame, and yet for shame to wring ;
And too soon banish'd from a mother's petting.
To churlish nurture and the wide world's fretting.
For alien pity and unnatural care ; —
Alas ! to see how the cold dew kept wetting
His childish coats, and dabbled all his hair.
Like gossamers across his forehead fair.
^ His pretty pouting mouth, witless of speech,
Lay half-way open like a rose-lipp'd shell ;
And his young cheek was softer than a peach,
Whereon his tears, for roundness, could not dwell.
But quickly roll'd themselyes to pearls, and fell,
Some on the grass, and some against his hand,
Or haply wandered to the dimpled well,
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Which loYO beside his mouth had sweetly plaim*^
Yet not for tears, but mirth and smilings bland.
** Pity it was to see those frequent tean
Falling regardless from his friendless eyes ;
There was such beauty in those twin blue s^Aeres^
As any mother*s heart might leap to priie ;
Blue were they, like the zenith of the skies
Soften'd betwixt two douds^ both dear and mild
Just touch*d with thought^ and yet not over wiae^
They show'd the gentle spirit of a ohild.
Not yet by care or any craft defiled.
'* Pity it was to see the ardent sUn
Scorching his helpless limbs — ^it shone so warm ;
For kindly shade or shelter he had none,
Nor mothcr*8 gentle breast, come fiedr or storm.
Meanwhile I bade my pitying mates transform
Like grasshoppers, and then, with shrilly cries^
All round the infant noisily we swarm,
Haply some passing rustic to advise—
Whilst providential Heaven our care espiei^
^ And sends full soon a tender-hearted hind,
Who, wond'ring at our loud unusual note,
Strays curiously aside, and so doth find
The orphan child laid in the grass remote.
And laps the foundling in his russet coat,
Who thence was nurtured in his kindly cot :—
But how he prospered let proud London quote,
How wise, how rich, and how renown'd he got^
And chief of all her citizens, I wot.
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"Witness his goodly yessels on the Thames,
Whose holds were fraught with costly merchandise,—
Jewels firom Ind, and pearls for courtly dames,
And gorgeous silks that Samarcand supplies :
Witness that Royal Bourse he bade arise,
The mart of merchants from the East and West ;
Whose slender summit, pointing to the skies,
StiU bears, in token of his grateful breast^
The tender grasshopper, his chosen crest —
^ The tender grasshopper, his chosen crest.
That all the simimer, with a tuneful wing^
Makes meny chirpings in its grassy nest,
Inspirited with dew to leap and sing : —
So let us also liye, eternal King I
Partakers of the green and pleasant earth : —
Pity it is to slay the meanest thing;
That, like a mote, shines in the smile of mirth :—
Enough there is of joy's decrease and dearth I
'' Enough of pleasure, and delight, and beauty.
Perished and gone, and hasting to decay ; —
Enough to sadden even thee, whose duty
Or spite it is to hayoc and to slay :
Too many a lovely race razed quite away,
Hath left large gaps in life and human loving : —
Here then begin thy cruel war to stay,
And spare fresh sighs, and tears, and groans, reproving
Thy desolating hand for our removing."
Now here I heard a shrill and sudden ciy,
Andy looking up. I saw the antic Pnck
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Grappling with Time, who olatch*d him like a Bj,
Victim of his own Bport, — ^the jestei's luok I
He, whibt his follows grieved, poor w]|^t» had atiiok
His freakish gauds upon the Ancient*! brow.
And now his car, and now his beard, would pluck ;
'NVhcrcas the angiy churl had snatch'd him now,
Cr}'ing, ''Thou impish mischief who art thout**
" Alas ! '* quoth Puck, '< a little random dt,
Bom in the sport of nature, like a weed,
For simple sweet ei\jo7ment of myself.
But for no other purpose, worth, or need ;
And jet witlial of a most happy breed ;
And there is Robin Goodfellow besides,
My partner dear in many a prankish deed
To make dame Laughter hold her joUy sidei^
Like merry mummers twain on holy tidea
** 'Tis we that bob the angler's idle cork.
Till e'en the patient man breathes half a cune;
We steal the morsel from the gossip's fork,
And curdling looks with secret straws disperse^
Or stop the sneezing chanter at mid Terse ;
And when an infant's beauty prospers HI,
We change, some mothers say, the child at nnrae i
But any graver purpose to fulfil.
We have not wit enough, and scarce the wilL
*« We never let the canker melancholy
To gather on our faces like a rust,
But gloss our featiu*es with some change of folly;
Taking life's fabled miseries on trust,
But only sorrowing when sorrow must :
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. 241
We raminate no sage's solemn cud.
But own ourselves a pinch of livelj dust
To frisk upon a wind, — ^whereas the flood
Of tears would turn us into heavy mud.
<<Beshrew those sad interpreters of natuie.
Who gloze her lively universal law.
As if she had not form'd our cheerful feature
To be so tickled with the slightest straw !
So let them vex their mumping mouths, and draw
The comers downward, like a wat*iy moon,
And deal in gusty sighs and rainy flaw —
We wiU not woo foul weather all too soon,
Or nurse November on the lap of June.
** For ours are winging sprites, like any bird,
That shun all stagnant settlements of grief;
And even in our rest our hearts are stirr'd,
Like insects settled on a dancing leaf : —
This is our small philosophy in briei^
Which thus to teach hath set me all agape :
But dost thou relish it t 0 hoaiy chief !
Undasp thy crooked fingers from my nape,
And I wiU show thee many a pleasant scrape.'*
Then Saturn thus : — shaking his erooked blade
Overhead, which made aloft a lightning flash
In all the fitiries' eyes, dismaUy fray'd I
His ensuing voice came like the thunder crash —
Meanwhile the bolt shatters some pine or ash —
*^ Thou feeble, wanton, foolish, fickle thing !
Whom nought can fiighten, sadden, or tkV>Qc^ —
VOL. V. ^^
ii) wanton I'il'ii^::"^ ,; — ^'Ut I pli,
And r. '!)(.•. 1 (ho May Quccu iu a
Turuing bcr buds to roeemaxy a
And all their merry minatrelijr i
And laid each lust j leaper in tlu
So thou sholt fiare-— and ereiy j<y
l!
Here he lets go the struggling im]
His mortal engine with each grid)
Which frights the elfin prpgenj so
They huddle in a heap, and trrjobl
All round Titania^ like the quoen b
With sighs and tears and yeiy wbaA
Meanwhile, some moYing aigomenl
To make the stem Shade meroifii],-
He drops his fatal scathe without i
For, just at need, a timely Apparii
Steps in hp**^—
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. (43
Who, turning to the small assembled fays,
Doffs to the lily queen his courteous cap,
And holds her beauty for a while in gaze,
With bright eyes kindling at this pleasant hap ;
And thence upon the fair moon's silver map,
As if in question of this magic chance.
Laid like a dream upon the green earth's lap ;
And then upon old Saturn turns askance.
Exclaiming, with a glad and kindly glance :—
** Oh, these be Fancy's revellers by night !
Stealthy companions of the downy moth —
Diana's motes, that flit in her pale light,
Shunners of simbeams in diurnal sloth ; —
These be the feasters on night's silver cloth ; —
The gnat with shrilly trump is their convener,
Forth from their flowery chambers, nothing loth.
With lulling tunes to charm the air serener,
Or dance upon the grass to make it greener.
'* These be the pretty genii of the flow'rs,
Daintily fed with honey and pure dew —
Midsummer's phantoms in her dreaming hours,
King Oberon, and all his merry crew.
The darling puppets of Romance's view ;
Fairies, and sprites, and goblin elves we call them.
Famous for patronage of lovers true ; —
No harm thaj act, neither shall harm be&ll them.
So do not thus with crabbed frowns appal them."
O what a cry was Saturn's then ! — it made
The fairies quake. " What caro I for tVievx yv«x&ul»
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THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMHEB FAIRIES. 2U
rr (Jl his boastful mockery o'er men.
IT thou wast bom I know for thia renown,
T ray most magical EUid inward ken,
Btt roadeth ev'n at Fate's (breBtalling pen.
r, by the golden lustre of thine eye,
f thy brow's most fair and ample span,
^t'B glorious palace, framed for fancies high,
B ^ thy cheek thus passionateiy wan,
w the signs of an imioortal niftn, —
re's chief darling, and illustrioua mate,
1 to foil old Death's oblivioua plan,
l^ahine untaraish'd by the fogs of Fate,
n'a fiunouB rival till the final date !
8 then from this nsurping Time,
A ire will visit thee in moonlight dreams ;
a teach thoe tunes, to wed unto thy rhyme,
d dance about thee in all midnight gleams,
g thee glimpses of our magic schemes,
o mortal's eye hath ever seen ;
\, for thy love to us in our extremes,
T keep thy chaplet fr'esh and green,
IS no poet's vreath hath ever been I
d we'll distill tboc aromatio dews,
a thy sense, when there shall be no fiow'ni ;
1 davour'd syrups in thy drinks infuse,
% teach the nightingale to haunt thy bow'ra,
9 with our games divert thy weariest hours,
b oil that elfin wits can e'er doviae.
I, this churl dead, there'll bo no hasting hours
213 THS PLEA OF THK MIDSUMMER FAIBIBL
To rob thee of thy joys, as now joy flies :" —
Here she was Btopp^d by Saturn's furious
Whom, therefore, the kind Shade rebukes anew.
Spying, " Thou haggard Sin, go forth, and sooop
Thy hollow coffin in some churchyard yew.
Or make th* autumnal flowers turn pale, and droop ;
Or fell the bearded com, till gleaners stoop
Under fat alicaves,— -or blast the piny grove ;^
But hero thou shalt not harm this pretty groups
Whose lives are not so frail and feebly wove.
But leased on Nature's loveliness and love.
** 'Tis these that frco the small entangled fly,
Caught in the venom'd spider's crafty snare ;—
These be the petty surgeons that apply
The healing balsams to the wounded hare,
Bedded in bloody fern, no creature's care ! —
These be providers for the orphan brood,
Whose tender mother hath been slain in ur.
Quitting with gaping bill her darlings' food, ^
Hard by the verge of her domestic wood.
'^ 'Tis these befriend the timid trembling stag^
When, with a bursting heart beset with fears^
He feels his saving speed begin to flag ;
For then they quench the fatal taint with tears,
And prompt fresh sliifls in his oJarum'd ears,
So pitcoiisly tliey view all bloody morts ;
Or if the gimucr, with his arm, appeal's.
Like noisy pycs and jays, with harsh reports^
They warn the wild fowl of his deadly sports.
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIBIE^L 247
'' For these are kindly ministers of nature,
To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distress ;
Pretty they be, and very small of stature, —
For mercy still consorts with littleness ; —
Wherefore the sum of good is still the less,
And mischief grossest in this world of wrong ;— «
So do these charitable dwarfs redress
The tenfold ravages of giants strong,
To whom great malice and great might belong.
<< Likewise to them are Poets much beholden
For secret favours in the midnight glooms ;
Bravo Spenser quafiTd out of their goblets golden.
And saw their tables spread of prompt mushrooms,
And heard their horns of honeysuckle blooms
Sounding upon the air most soothing soft,
Like humming bees busy about the brooms, —
And glanced this fair queen's witchery full oft^
And in her magic wain soar'd far aloft.
** Nay I myself, though mortal, once was nursed
By fairy gossips, fiiendly at my birth,
And in my childish ear gUb Mab rehearsed
Her breezy travels round our planet's girth.
Telling me wonders of the moon and earth ;
My gramarye at her grave lap I conn'd.
Where Puck hath been convened to make me mirth ;
I have had from Queen Titania tokens fond.
And toy'd with Oberon*s permitted wand.
** With figs and plimis and Persian dates they fed me,
And delicate cates after my sunset meal.
248 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMEB FAIRIES.
And took me by my childwh hand, and led me
By craggy rocks created with keepa of atee].
Whose awful bases deep dark woods oonceal.
Staining some dead lake with their verdant djes :
And when the West i^Mtfkled at Phoebus* wheel.
With fairy euphrasy they purged mine eyei^
To let me see their cities in the skies.
*' *Twas they first schoord my young imagination
To take its flights like any new-fledged bird.
And show*d the span of winged meditation
Stretched wider than things grossly seen or heaixL
With sweet swift Ariel how I soared and stin'd
The fragrant blooms of spiritual boVrs !
'Twas they cndear'd what I have still preferred,
' Nature*s blest attributes and balmy poVrs,
Her hills and vales and brooks, sweet birds and floVn I
" Wherefore with all true loyalty and duty
Will I regard them in my honouring rhyme.
With love for love, and homages to beauty.
And magic thoughts gather*d in night's cool clime^
With studious verse trancing the dragon Time,
Strong as old Merlin's necromantic spells ;
So these dear monarchs of the summer's prime
ShaU live imstartled by his dreadful yells,
TiU shrill larks warn them to their flowery oell&**
Look how a poison'd man turns livid black,
Drugg'd with a cup of deadly hellebore^
That sets his horrid features all at rack, —
So seem'd these words into the ear to pour
Of ghastly Saturn, answering with a roar
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRlBa 24l
Of mortal pain and spite and atmost rage.
Wherewith his grisly arm he raised once more^
And bade the clustered sinews all engage.
As if at one fell stroke to wreck an age.
Whereas the blade flash'd on the dinted groand,
Down through his steadfast foe, jet made no soar
On that immortal Shade, or death-like wound ;
But Time was long benumb'd, and stood arjar.
And then with baffled rage took flight afar,
To weep his hurt in some Cimmerian gloom,
Or meaner fames (like mine) to mock and mar.
Or sharp his scythe fbr royal strokes of doom,
Whetting its edge on some old Csesar's tomb.
Howbeit he yanish'd in the forest shade,
Distantly heard as if some grumbling pard.
And, like Nymph Echo, to a sound decayed ; —
Meanwhile the fays clustered the gracious Bard,
The darling centre of their dear regard :
Besides of sxmdry dances on the green,
Neyer was mortal man so brightly starred,
Or won such pretty homages, I ween.
'' Nod to him, Elves ! *' cries the melodious queen.
^ Nod to him, Elyes, and flutter round about him.
And quite enclose him with your pretty crowd.
And touch him loTingly, for that, without him,
The silk-worm now had spun our dreaiy shroud ;— ^
But he hath all dispersed Death's tearlful doud.
And Time's dread effigy scared quite away :
Bow to him then, as though to me ye bow'd,
240 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMEK FAIRIXjaL
Grappling with Time, who clutched him like a fly.
Victim of his own sport, — ^tho jestei^s luck !
He, whilst his follows grieved, poor wight^ bad itiiok
His freakish gauds upon the Ancient's brow.
And now his car, and now his beard, would pluck ;
Whereas the angiy churl had Bnatch*d him now.
Crying, <*Thou impish mischief who art thout*'
" Alas ! ** quoth Puck, " a little random d^
Bom in the sport of nature, like a weed,
For simple sweet ei\joyment of myself,
But for no other purpose, worth, or need ;
And yet withal of a most happy breed ;
And there is Robin GoodfcUow besides,
My partner dear in many a prankish deed
To make dame Laughter hold her jolly sidei%
Like merry mummers twain on holy tidea
"'Tis we that bob the angler's idle cork,
Till e'en tlic ])atient man breathes half a com;
We steal the morsel from the gossip's fork,
And curdling looks with secret straws disperse.
Or stop the sneezing chanter at mid Terse :
And when an infant's beauty prospers ill,
We change, some mothers say, the child at nnne i
But any graver purpose to fulfil,
We have not wit enough, and scarce the wilL
" We never let the canker melancholy
To gather on our faces like a rust,
But gloss our features with some change of folly,
Taking life's fabled miseries on trust,
But only sorrowing when sorrow must 2
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. 241
We raminate no sage's solemn cud.
But own ourselves a pinch of lively dust
To frisk upon a wind, — ^whereas the flood
Of tears would turn us into heavy mud.
^'Beshrew those sad interpreters of natuie.
Who gloze her lively universal law,
As if she had not formed our cheerful feature
To be so tickled with the slightest straw !
So let them vex their mumping mouths, and draw
The comers downward, like a wat*iy moon,
And deal in gusty sighs and rainy flaw —
We will not woo foul weather all too soon.
Or nurse November on the lap of June.
** For ours are winging sprites, like any bird,
That shun all stagnant settlements of grief ;
And even in our rest our hearts are stirr'd,
Like insects settled on a dancing leaf : —
This is our small philosophy in briei^
Which thus to teach hath set me all agape :
But dost thou relish it t 0 hoaiy chief !
Undasp thy crooked fingers from my nape,
And I wiU show thee many a pleasant scrape.'*
Then Saturn thus : — shaking his erooked blade
O'erhead, which made aloft a lightning flash
In all the fitiries' eyes, dismally fra/d !
His ensuing voice came like the thunder crash-
Meanwhile the bolt shatters some pine or ash —
''Thou feeble, wanton, foolish, fickle thing !
Whom nought can frighten, sadden, or tkV>Qc^ —
VOL. V. "^^
212 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUIUIER FAIRIES.
To hope my solemn countcnonoo to wring
To idiot Binilos ! — ^but I will prune thy wing !
^ Lo ! this most awful bandlo of my scythe
Stood once a May-pole, with a flowoiy crown.
Which rustics danced around, and maidens blithe^
To wanton pipings ; — ^but I pluck*d it down,
And robed the May Queen in a churchyard gown.
Turning her buds to rosemary and rue ;
And all their merry minstrelsy did drown,
And laid each lusty loaper in the dew ; —
So thou shalt fiut) — and every jovial crew ! "
Here he lets go the struggling imp, to clutch
His mortal cngiue with each grisly hand,
Which frights the elfin progeny so much.
They huddle in a heap, and tre'ubling stand
All round Titania, like the quoen bee*a band.
With sighs and tears and very shrieks of woe I^-
MeanwhilC; some moving aigument I planned.
To make the stem Shade merciful, — ^when lo 1
He di'ops his fatal scythe without a blow 1
For, just at need, a timely Apparition
Steps in between, to bear the awful brunt;
Making him change his horrible position,
To marvel at this comer, bravo and blunt,
That dares Time's irresistible afiront,
Whose strokes have scarred even the gods of old
Whereas this seem'd a mortal, at mere hunt
For coneys, lighted by the moonshine cold,
Or stalker of stray deer, stealthy and bold.
THE rL£A OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. ^13
Who, turning to the small assembled fays,
Doffs to the lily queen his courteous cap,
And holds her beauty for a while in gaze.
With bright eyes kindling at this pleasant hap ;
And thence upon the fair moon's silver map,
As if in question of this magic chance.
Laid like a dream upon the green earth*s lap ;
And then upon old Saturn turns askance.
Exclaiming, with a glad and kindly glance :—
** Oh, these be Fancy's revellers by night !
Stealthy companions of the downy moth —
Diana's motes, that flit in her pale light,
Shunners of sunbeams in diurnal sloth ; —
These be the feasters on night's silver doth ; —
The gnat with shrilly trump is their convener,
Forth from their flowery chambers, nothing loth,
With lulling tunes to charm the air serener,
Or dance upon the grass to make it greener.
** These be the pretty genii of the flow'rs,
Daintily fed with honey and pure dew —
Midsummer's phantoms in her dreaming houn.
King Oberon, and all his merry crew,
The darling puppets of Romance's view ;
Fairies, and sprites, and goblin elves we call them,
Famous for patronage of lovers true ; —
No harm they act, neither shall harm befall them,
So do not thus with crabbed frowns appal them."
O what a cry was Saturn's then ! — it made
The fairies quake. '' What care I Cot tViovc yc^xSb&^
844 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUXKEB FAIBISBL
However they may loven choooe to aid.
Or dance their roundelays on flow'ry banks t—
Long must they danoe before they earn my tliaiik%-
So step aside, to some far safer spot^
VThilst with my hungry scythe I mow their nuik%
And leave them in the sun, like weed% to rot^
And with the next day's sun to be foEgot*"
Anon, he raised afresh his weapon keen ;
But still the gracious Shade disarm'd lus aim.
Stepping with brave alacrity between.
And made his sero arm powerless and tame.
His bo perpetual glory, for the shame
Of hoary Saturn in that grand defeat ! —
But I must tell how here Titania came
With all her kneeling lieges, to entreat
His kindly succour, in sad tonesi, but sweet
Saying, ** Thou scest a wretched queen before thee^
The fading power of a failing land.
Who for a kingdom knceleth to implore thee,
Now menaced by this tyrant's spoiling hand ;
No one but thee can hopefully withstand
That crooked blade, he longeth so to lift
I pray thee blind him with his own vile sand,
Which only times all ruins by its drift,
Or prune his eagle wings that are so swift.
" Or take him by that sole and grizzled tuft,
That hangs upon his bald and barren crown ;
And we will sing to see him so rebufiTd,
And lend our little mights to pull him down.
And make brave sport of his malicious frown,
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIBIIS. 215
For all his boastful mockery o*er men.
For thou wast bom I know for this renown.
By my most magical and inward ken.
That readeth eVn at Fate's forestalling pen.
'* Nay, by the golden lustre of thine eye.
And by thy brow's most foir and ample span,
Thought's glorious palace, framed for fancies high.
And by thy cheek thus passionately wan,
I know the signs of an immortal man, —
Nature's chief darling, and illustrious mate.
Destined to foil old Death's obliyious plan,
And shine untamish'd by the fogs of Fate,
Time's famous rival till the final date I
'' 0 shield us then from this usurping Time,
And we will visit thee in moonlight dreams ;
And teach thee tunes, to wed imto thy rhyme,
And dance about thee in all midnight gleams,
Giving thee glimpses of our magic schemes.
Such as no mortal's eye hath ever seen ;
And, for thy love to us in our extremes,
Will ever keep thy chaplet fr^sh and green,
Such as no poet's wreath hath ever been 1
''And we'll distill thee aromatic dews,
To charm thy sense, when there shall be no flowers ;
And flavour'd syrups in thy drinks infrue,
And teach the nightingale to haunt thy boVrs^
And with our games divert thy weariest hours,
With all that elfin wits can e'er devise.
And, this churl dead, there'll be no hasting hours
2<3 THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIEIXB.
To rob thee of thy joys, as now joy flies : " —
Hero she was stopped by Saturn's furiouB criea.
Whom, therefore, the kiud Shade rebukes anew,
&Lying, ** Thou haggard Sin, go forth, and scoop
Thy hollow coffin in some churchyard yew.
Or make th* autumnal flowers turn pale, and droop ;
Or fell the bearded com, till gleaners stoop
Under fat slicaves, — or blast the piny grove ; —
But hero thou shalt not harm this pretty groups
Whoso lives are not so frail and feebly wove.
But leased on Naturo*s loveliness and love.
'< *Tis these that free the small entangled fly,
Caught in the vcnom'd spider's crafty snare ; —
These be the petty surgeons that apply
Tlie healing balsams to the wounded hare,
Bedded in bloody fcni, no creature's care ! —
These be providers for the orphan brood,
Wiiose tender mother hath been slain in air.
Quitting with gaping bill her darlings' food,
Hard by the verge of her domestic wood.
" 'Tis these befriend the timid trembling slag;
When, with a bursting heart beset with fears.
He feels his saving speed begin to flag ;
For then they quench the fatal taint with tears.
And prompt fresh si lifts in his alarum'd ears,
So piteoiisly they view all bloody morts ;
Or if the gunner, with his arm, a])peai'S,
Like noisy pyes and jays, with harsh reports,
They warn the wild fowl of liis deadly sports.
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRlEd. 2i7
** For these are kindly ministers of nature,
To soothe all covert hurts and dumb distress ;
Pretty they be, and very small of stature, —
For mercy still consorts with littleness ; —
Wherefore the sum of good is still the less,
And mischief grossest in this world of wrong ;—
So do these charitable dwarfe redress
The tenfold ravages of giants strong,
To whom great malice and great might belong.
^ Likewise to them are Poets much beholden
For secret favours in the midnight glooms ;
Brave Spenser quaff*d out of their goblets golden.
And saw their tables spread of prompt mushrooms,
And heard their horns of honeysuckle blooms
Sounding upon the air most soothing soft,
Like humming bees busy about the brooms, —
And glanced this fair queen's witchery full oft,
And in her magic wain soared far aloft.
''Nay I myself, though mortal, once was nursed
By fairy gossips, friendly at my birth.
And in my childish ear glib Mab rehearsed
Her breezy travels round our planet's girth.
Telling me wonders of the moon and earth ;
My gramarye at her grave lap I oonn'd,
Whei'e Puck hath been convened to make me mirth ;
I have had from Queen Titania tokens fond.
And toy*d with Oberon*s permitted wand.
^ With figs and plums and Persian dates they fed me.
And delicate cates after my sunset meal,
24S THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIBISBL
And took me by my childiah hand, and led me
By craggy rocks crested with keeps of steel.
Whoso awful bases deep dark woods oonoeal.
Staining some dead lake with their Terdant dyes :
And when the West ^)arided at PhoBbos' wheel.
With fairy euphrasy they piuqged mine oyes^
To let mo see their cities in the skies.
" 'Twas they first schooVd my yotmg imagiiution
To take its flights like any new-fledged bird.
And show*d the span of winged meditation
Strctch'd wider than things grossly seen or heard.
With sweet swift Ariel how I soared and stin^d
The fragrant blooms of spiritual bowers 1
*Twas they endeared what I have still preferr*d.
Nature's blest attributes and balmy pow^rs^
Her hills and vales and brooks, sweet birds and floVn t
" Wherefore with all true loyalty and duty
Will I regard them in my honouring rhyme,
With love for love, and homages to beauty,
And magic thoughts gathered in night's oool clim%
With studious verse trancing the dragon Time,
Strong as old Merlin's necromantic spells ;
So these dear monarchs of the summer^s prime
Shall live unstartled by his dreadful yells,
Till shrill larks warn them to their floweiy celk."
Look how a poison'd man turns livid black,
Drugg'd with a cup of deadly hellebore.
That sets his horrid features all at rack, —
So seem'd these words into the ear to pour
Of ghastly Saturn, answering with a roar
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRlfil 24#
Of mortal pain and spite and utmost rage^
Wherewith his grisly arm he raised once more^
And bade the duster'd sinews all engage.
As if at one fell stroke to wreck an age.
Whereas the blade flash'd on the dinted gronndy
Down through his steadfast foe, jet made no scar
On that immortal Shade, or death-like wound ;
But Time was long benumb'd, and stood arjar,
And then with baffled rage took flight afar.
To weep his hurt in some Cimmerian gloom,
Or meaner fames (like mine) to mock and mar,
Or sharp his scythe fbr royal strokes of doom,
Whetting its edge on some old Csesai^s tomb.
Howbeit he Tanish*d in the forest shade^
Distantly heard as if some grumbling pard,
And, like Nymph Echo, to a sound deca/d ; —
Meanwhile the fays dustez^d the gracious Bard,
The darling centre of their dear regard :
Besides of sundry dances on the green,
Never was mortal man so brightly stan^d,
Or won such pretty homages, I ween.
'' Nod to him, Elves 1 " cries the melodious queen.
*' Nod to him. Elves, and flutter round about him.
And quite enclose him with your pretty crowd,
And touch him lovingly, for that, without him,
The silk-worm now had spun our dreary shroud ; — •
But he hath all dispersed Death's tearful doud,
And Time's dread effigy scared quite away :
Bow to him then, as though to me ye bow'd.
250 THE PLEA OF THE ICIDSUMHEa FAIRIBS.
And bis dear wishes prosper and obey
Wbercvcr luve and wit can find a way 1
*^ *Noint bim with fairy dews of magio savoun^
Shaken from orient buds still pearly wet,
Roses and spicy pinks, — and, of all faTOun,
riant in his walks the purple violet.
And meadowHswcet under the hedges sety
To mingle breaths with dainty eglantine
And honeysuckles sweet, — nor yet foiget
Some ]>astoral flowery ohaplets to entwine^
To vie the thoughts about his brow benign 1
** Let no wild things astonish him or fear him.
But toll them all how mild ho is of hearty
Till e*on the timid hares go frankly near him,
And eke the dappled does, yet never start ;
Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dart^
Nor wrens forsake their nests among the loaves^
Nor speckled thrushes flutter far apart ; —
But bid the sacred swallow haunt his eaves.
To guard his roof from lighting and fix)m thievc&
^ Or when he goes the nimble squirrers visitor^
Let the bro^ni hermit bring his hoarded nuts.
For, tell him, this is Nature's kind Inquisitor,—
Though man keeps cautious doors that conscience ahutSy
For conscious wrong all curious quest rebut^ —
Nor yet shall bees uncage their jealous stings,
However he may watch their straw-built huts ;—
So let him learn the crafts of all small things.
Which ho will hint most aptly when he sings.**
THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. 251
Here she leaves off, and with a graceful hand
Waves thrice three splendid circles ronnd his head ;
Which, though deserted by the radiant wand,
Wears still the glory which her waving shed.
Such as erst crown*d the old Apostle's head,
To show the thoughts, there harbour'd, were divine,
And on immortal contemplations fed : —
Goodly it was to see that glory shine '
Around a brow so lofty and benign ! —
Goodly it was to see the elfin brood
Contend for kisses of his gentle hand.
That had their mortal enemy withstood,
And stay'd their lives, fast ebbing with the sand.
Long while this strife engaged the pretty band ;
But now bold Chantidecr, from farm to farm,
Challenged the dawn creeping o*er eastern land.
And well the fairies knew that shrill alarm.
Which sounds the knell of eveiy elfish charm.
And soon the rolling mist, that 'gan arise
From plashy mead and undiscover'd stream.
Earth's morning incense to the early skies.
Crept o*er the failing landscape of my dream*
Soon faded then the Phantom of my theme—
A shapeless shade, that fkacy disavow'd,
And shrank to nothing in the mist extreme.
Then flew Titania, — and her little crowd.
Like flocking linnets, vanished in a cloud.
252
HERO AND LEANDES.
TO & T. OOLSRIDOI.
It is not with a hope my feeble imiie
Can add one moment*a honour to thy ovn,
That with thy mi^ty name I gnoe theee lays ;
I seek to glorify myself alone :
For that some precious CftYoor thoa hait ahown
To my endearoor in a by-gone time^
And by this token I would hare it known
Thoa art my friend, and friendly to my rhyme I
It is my dear ambition now to dimb
Still higher in thy thought, — if my bold pen
May thrust on contemplations more sublime.—
But I am thirsty for thy praise, for when
We gain applauses from the gxeat in name.
Wo seem to be partakers of thnr fame.
Oh Bards of old I what sorrows have ye sung^
And tragic stories, chronicled in stone,— >
Sad Philomol restored her ravished tongne.
And transform'd Niobe in dumbness shown ;
Sweet Sappho on her love for ever oalls,
And Hero on the drown'd Leander falls !
Was it that spectacles of sadder plights
Should make our blisses relish the more high t
Then all fair dames, and maidens, and true knight^
Whose flourish'd fortunes prosper in Love's eye,
Weep hero, unto a tale of ancient grie^
Traced from the course of an old bas-reliefl
HEBO AND LEANDEB. 253
There stands Abydos ! — ^here is Sestos' steep.
Hard by the gusty margin of the sea^
Where sprinkling waves continually do leap ;
And that is where those fisunous lovers be,
A buHded gloom shot up into the grey,
As if the first tall watoh-tow'r of the day.
Lo ! how the lark soars upward and is gone ;
Turning a spirit as he nears the sky,
His voice is heard, though body there is none,
And rain-like music scatters from on high ;
But Love would follow with a falcon spite,
To pluck the minstrel from his dewy height.
For Love hath framed a ditty of regrets,
Tuned to the hollow sobbings on the shore,
A vexing sense, that with like music frets,
And chimes this dismal burthen o'er and o*er,
Saying; Leander^s joys are past and spent,
Like stars extinguished in the firmament.
For ere the golden crevices of mom
Let in those regal luxuries of light,
Which all the variable east adorn,
And hang rich fringes on the skirts of night,
Leander, weaning from sweet Hero's side.
Must leave a widow where he found a bride.
Hark ! how the billows beat upon the sand I
Like pawing steeds impatient of delay ;
Meanwhile their rider, lingering on the land,
Dallies with love, and holds farewell at bay
A too short ^pan. — ^How tedious slow is grief 1
But parting renders time both sad and brie£
251 HKRO AND LEAXDER.
"^ Aloa ! " he 8igh*d, " that this first gUmpBing
AVhich makes tho wide world tenderly appeari
Sliould be tho bnruing signal for my flighty
From all tho world*s best imagc^ which is here ;
AVhoso very shadow, in my fond compare,
Sliines far more bright than Beauty*8 self elsewhera.'
Their cheeks are white as blossoms of the dark,
Whose leaves close up and show the outward pale.
And tlioso fair mirrors where their joys did spai^
All dim and tamish*d with a dreaiy yeili
No more to kindle till the night*8 retunii
Like stars re]>lcuish*d at Joy's golden urn.
Ev'u thus they creep into the spectral grey,
That cramps tho landscape in its naxrow brim,
As when two shadows by old Lethe stray,
He cliisping her, and sho entwining him ;
Like trees, wind-parted, that embrace anon,^
True love so often goes before 'tis gone.
For what rich merchant but will pause in fear,
To trust his wealth to the unsafe abyss I
So Hero dotes upon her treasure here,
And sums tho loss with many an anxious kiai.
Whilst her fond eyes grow dizzy in her head.
Fear aggravating fear with shows of dread.
Sho thinks how many have been sunk and drowned.
And spies their snow-white bones below the deep^
Then calls huge congregated monsters round,
And plants a rock wherever he would leap ;
Anon sho dwells on a fantastic dream,
Which sho interprets of that fatal stream.
HERO AND LKANDER. 255
Saying, " That honied fly I saw was thee.
Which lighted on a water-lily's cup,
When, lo ! the flower, enamoured of mj hee,
Closed on him suddenly and lock*d him up,
And he was smothered in her drenching dew ;
Therefore this day thy drowning I shall rue.**
But next, remembering her virgin fame,
She dips him in her arms and bids him go^
But seeing him break loose, repents her shame^
And plucks him back upon her bosom's snow ;
And tears unfix her iced resolve again.
As steadfast frosts are thaVd by shoVrs of rain.
0 for a type of parting ! — ^Love to love
Is like the fond attraction of two spheres.
Which needs a godlike effort to remove.
And then sink down their sunny atmospheres,
In rain and darkness on each ruin'd hearty
Nor yet their melodies will sound apart
So brave Leander sunders from his bride ;
The wrenching pang disparts his soul in twain ;
Half stays with her, half goes towards the tide,—
And life must ache, until they join again.
Now wouldst thou know the wideness of the wound
Mete every step he takes upon the ground*
And for the agony and bosom-throe.
Let it be measured by the wide vast air,
For that is infinite, and so is woe^
Since parted lovers breathe it eveiywhere.
Look how it heaves Leander's labouring dbett,
Panting, at poise, upon a rocky crest I
253 HERO AND LEANDER.
By this, tho climbing Sun, with rest repur'dp
Looked through the gold embrasures of the d^.
And ask'd the drowsy world how she had ftnd ;-
The drowsy world shone brightened in nptj ;
And smiling off her fbgs, his slanting beam
Spied young Lcander in the middle stzeam.
His face was pallid, but the beetle mom
Had hung a lying crimson on his eheek%
And slanderous sparkles in his eyes foriom ;
So death lies ambushed in oonsumptiye streaks ;
But inward grief was writhing o*er its task.
As heart-sick jesters weep behind the masL
He thought of Hero and the lost delight^
Her lost ombracings, and the space between ;
He thought of Hero and the future night,
Her speechless rapture and enamoured mien,
When, lo ! before him, scarce two gaUeys* spaoe^
His thoughts confronted with another face I
Her aspect 's like a moon, diyinely fair,
But makes the midnight darker that it lies on ;
*Tis so beclouded with her coal-black hair
That densely skirts her luminous horison.
Making her doubly fair, thus darkly set,
As marble lies advantaged upon jet.
She 's all too bright, too argent, and too pale,
To be a woman ; — ^bui a woman's double,
Heflccted on the wave so faint and frail,
She tops the billows like an air-blown bubble ;
Or dim creation of a morning dream,
Fair as the waye-blcach'd lily of the stream.
HERO AND LEAKDER. 259
The very rumour strikes his seeing dead :
Great beauty like great fear first stuns the sense :
He knows not if her lips be blue or red^
Nor of her eyes can give true evidence :
Like murder's witness swooning in the courts
His sight falls senseless by its own report.
Anon resuming, it dedat^s her eyes
Are tint with azure, like two crystal wells
That drink the blue complexion of the skies^
Or pearls outpeeping from their silvery shells :
Her polish'd brow, it is an ample plain,
To lodge vast contemplations of the main.
Her lips might corals seem, but corals near,
Stray through her hair like blossoms on a bower ;
And o*er the weaker red still domineer.
And make it pale by tribute to more power ;
Her rounded cheeks are of still paler hue,
Touch'd by the bloom of water, tender blue.
Thus he beholds her rocking on the water,
Under the glossy umbrage of her hair.
Like pearly Amphitrite*s fairest daughter,
Naiad, or Nereid, or Syren fidr,
Mislodging music in her pitiless breast,
A nightingale within a falcon's nest
They say there be such maidens in the deep,
Charming poor mariners, that all too near
By mortal lullabies fall dead asleep.
As drowsy men are poison'd throu^ the ear ;
Therefore Leand.er*s fears b^gin to uige.
Tins snowy swan is come to sing his dir^
260 HERO AND LEANDER.
At which he foils into a deadly chill,
And strains his eyes upon her lips apart ;
Fearing each breath to feel that prelude shrilly
Pierce through his marrow, like a breath-blown dart
Shot sudden from an Indian's hollow cane,
With mortal venom fraught, and fiery pain.
Here then, poor wretch, how he b^fins to crowd
A thousand thoughts within a pulse's space ;
There scem'd so brief a pause of Ufe allowed.
His mind stretch'd uniyersal, to embrace
The whole wide world, in an extreme fiurewell,-^
A moment's musing — ^but an age to telL
For there stood Hero, widow'd at a glance,
The foreseen sum of many a tedious fact,
Pale cheeks, dim eyes, and withered countenance^
A wasted ruin that no wasting lack'd ;
Time's tragic consequents ere time began,
A world of sorrow in a tew-drop's span.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words, —
An hour of words is little for some woos ;
Too little breathing a long life affords
For love to paint itself by perfect shows ;
Then let his love and grief un wronged lie dumb^
Whilst Fear, and that it fears, together come.
As when the crew, hard by some jutty cape,
Struck pole and panick'd by the billows' roar,
Lay by all timely measures of escape.
And let their bark go driving on the shore ;
So fra/d Lcandcr, drifting to his wreck,
Gazing on Scylla^ falls upon her neck.
HERO AND LEAKDER. 261
For he hath all forgot the 8wimmer*8 art.
The rower*s cunning, and the pilot's skill,
Letting his arms fall down in languid part,
Swa^d by the waves, and nothing by his will.
Till soon he jars against that glosEfj skin.
Solid like glass, though se^ninglj as thin.
Lo 1 how she startles at the wsu-ning shock,
And straightway girds him to her radiant breast,
More like his safe smooth harbour than his rock ;
Poor wretch, he is so faint and toil-opprest,
He cannot loose him from his grappling foe,
Whether for love or hate, she lets not go.
His eyes are blinded with the sleety brine.
His ears are deafen*d with the wildering noise ;
He asks the purpose of her fell design.
But foamy waves choke up his struggling voice ;
Under the ponderous sea his body dips,
And Hero's name dies bubbling on his lips.
Look how a man is lowered to his grave, —
A yearning hollow in the green earth's lap ;
So he is sunk into the yawning wa^e, —
The plunging sea fills up the watery gap ;
Anon he is all gone, and nothing seen
But likeness of green turf and hillocks green.
And where he swam, the constant sun lies sleeping^
Over the verdant plain that makes his bed ;
And all the noisy waves go freshly leaping.
Like gamesome boys over the churchyard dead ;
The light in vain keeps looking for his face : —
Now screaming sea-fowl settle in hia ^Iaaa,
262 HERO AKO LEANDEB.
Tct weep and watch for him, though all in rwbk I
To moaning billows, seek hiro aa ye wander 1
Ye gazing sunbeazns, look for him again I
Ye winds, grow hoarse with asking for T^firfw I
Ye did but spore him for iQore cmel rape^
Sea-storm and ruin in a female fbafe !
She says *tiB love hath bribed her to thia deed.
The glancing of his eyes did so bewitch her.
0 bootless theft 1 unprofitable meed I
LoTe*s treasury is sack*d, but she no richer ;
The sparkles of his eyes are cold and depd.
And all his golden looks are tum'd to lead 1
She holds the casket, but her simple hand
Hath spill*d its dearest jewel by the way ;
She hath life*s empty garment at command.
But licr own death lies covert in the prey ;
As if a thief should steal a tainted vest,
Some dead man's spoil, and aicken of his pest
Now she compels him to her deeps below,
Hiding hia face beneath her plenteous hair.
Which jealously she shakes all round her brow,
For dread of onyy, .though no eyes are there
But seals*, and all brute tenants' of the deep^
Which heedless through the wave their journeys keep.
Down and still downward through the dusky green
She bore him, murmuring with joyous haste
In too rash ignorance, as he had been
Bom to the texture of that watery waste ;
That which she breathed and sighed, the emerald wnvo I
How could her pleasant home become his grave t
HERO AKD LEANDER. 268
Down and still downward through the dusky green
She bore her treasure, with a face too nigh
To mark how life was alter'd in its mien.
Or how the light grew torpid in his eye.
Or how his pearly breath, unprisonM there,
Flew up to join the universal ur.
She could not miss the throbbings of his heart,
Whilst her own pulse so wanton'd in its joy ;
She could not guess he struggled to depart,
And when he strove no more, the hapless boy 1
She read his mortal stillness for content,
Feeling no fear where only love was meant
Soon she alights upon her ocean-floor.
And straight unyokes her arms from her fiedr prize ;
Then on his lovely face begins to pore.
As if to glut her soul ; — her hungry eyes
Have grown so jealous of her arms' delight ;
It seems she hath no other sense but sight.
But 0 sad marvel ! 0 most bitter strange !
What dismal magic makes his cheek so pale ?
Why will he not embrace, — why not exchange
Her kindly kisses ; — ^wherefore not exhale
Some odorous message from life's ruby gates,
Where she his first sweet embassy awaits f
Her eyes, poor watchers, fix'd upon his looks,
Are grappled with a wonder near to grie^
As one, who pores on undecipher'd books.
Strains vain surmise, and dodges with belief;
So she keeps gazing with a mazy thought,
Framing a thousand doubts that end in nought
SS4 UERO AND LEANDER.
Too stern inscription for a page so youngs
The dork translation of his look was death 1
But death was written in an alien tongue.
And learning was not by to give it breath ;
So one deep woe sleeps bxiried m its seal.
Which Time, untimely, hastoth to reveal
Meanwhile she sits unconscious of her hap^
Nursing Death's marble effigy, which there
With hcayy head lies pillowed in her lap^
And elbows all unhinged ; — his sleeking hair
Creeps o*er her knees, and settles where his hand
Leans with lax fingers crook'd against the sand ;
And there lies spread in many an oozy trail.
Like glossy weeds hung from a chalky base,
That shows no whiter than his brow is pale ;
So soon the wintry death had bleach*d his face
Into cold marble, — with blue chilly shades^
Showing wherein the frcezy blood pervades.
And o*or his steadfast cheek a furrow'd pain
Hath set, and stiffen' d, like a storm in ioe,
Showing by drooping lines the deadly strain
Of mortal anguish ; — ^yet you might gaie twice
Ere Death it seem'd, and not his cousin, Sleeps
That through those creviced lids did underpeep^
But all that tender bloom about his eyes,
Is Death's own violets, which his utmost rite
It is to scatter when the red rose dies ;
For blue is chilly, and akin to white :
Also he leaves some tinges on his lips,
Which he hath kiss'd with such cold frosty nip&
HERO AND T.EANDER. 265
" Surely/' quoth she, " he sleepe, the senseless thmg,
Oppre8s*d and funt with toiling in the stream 1 "
Therefore she will not mar his rest, but sing
So low, her tune shall mingle with his dream ;
Meanwhile, her lily fingers tasks to twine
His uncrispt locks imourling in the brine.
" 0 lovely boy ! " — thus she attuned h« voice, —
" Welcome, thrice welcome, to a sea-maid*s home,
My love-mate thou shalt be, and true heart's choice ;
How have I long'd such a twin-self should come, —
A lonely thing, till this sweet chance befel.
My heart kept sighing like a hollow shelL
'' Here thou shalt live, beneath this secret dome.
An ocean-bow*r ; defended by the shade
Of quiet waters, a cool emerald gloom
To lap thee all about Nay, be not firay'd,
Those are but shady fishes that sail by
Like antic clouds across my liquid sky !
'^ Look how the sunbeam bums upon their scales,
And shows rich glimpses of their Tyrian skins ;
They flash small lightnings from their vigorous tails^
And winking stars are kindled at their fins ;
These shall divert thee in thy weariest mood.
And seek thy hand for gamesomeness and food.
** Lo I those green pretty leaves with tassel beU%
My flow*rets those, that never pine for drowth ;
Myself did plant them in the dappled shells.
That drink the wave with such a rosy mouth, —
Pearls wouldst thou have beside f crystals to shine I
I had such treasures once, — ^now they are thine.
•I''
^ • •.:>.' J \\ :.•::; i^ -!.;i;l ] ■< ;i>o thy choice,
: :•- 4::.e ^ •!": :ii:.'..s thr.'Ujjrh a riicloJious shell,
* Though heretofore I have but set my voice
'' I To some loug sighs, grief-hannonised, to tell
'■ I How desolate I fared ; — but this sweet change
Will add new notes of gladness to my range !
'^ Or bid mc speak, and I will tell thee tales^
Wiich I have framed out of the noise of waves ;
Ere now I have communed with senseless gales.
And held vain colloquies with barren caves ;
But I could talk to thee whole dajs and days,
Only to word my love a thousand way&
" But if thy lips will bless me with their speech.
Then ope, sweet oracles ! and I *11 be mate ;
I was bom ignorant for thee to teach,
Nay all love's lore to thy dear looks impute ;
Then ope thine eyes, fair teachers, by whose light
I saw f.n cr\ve> nrfarr wt-rp k^/««^ «^^Ui. I**
HERO AND LEAKDJ&R. 267
Surely he sleeps, — so her £eJse wits infer !
Alas ! poor sluggard, ne'er to wake again !
Surely he sleeps, yet without any stir
That might denote a vision in his brain ;
Or if he does not sleep, he feigns too long,
Twice she hath reach'd the ending of her song.
Therefore 'tis time she tells him to uncover
Those radiant jesters, t^nd disperse her fears,
Whereby her April face is shaded over,
Like rainy clouds just ripe for showering tears ;
Nay, if he will not wake, so poor she gets.
Herself must rob those locfjc'd-up cabinets.
With that she stoops above his brow, and bids
Her busy hands forsake his tangled hair.
And tenderly lift up those oqffor-lids,
That she may gaze upon the jewels there,
like babes that pluck an early bud apart.
To know the dainty colour of its heart
Now, picture one, soft Qrqeping to a bed,
Who slowly parts the fringe-hung canopies,
And then starts back to find the sleeper dead ;
So she looks in on his \mcover'd eyes,
And seeing all within so drear and dark,
Her own bright soul dies joa her like a spark.
Backward she falls, like ft pale prophetess,
Under the swoon of holy divination :
And what had all surpass'd her simple guess,
She now resolves in this dark revelation ;
Death's very mystery, — oblivious death ; —
Long sleep,— deep night, and an entronoiid breath.
2:3 HERO AND LEANDER.
Yet life, though wounded sore, not wholly daiiiy
Merely obscured, and not extinguiah'dy lies ;
Her breath that stood at ebb, soon flows again,
Heaving her hollow breast with heavy ugha^
And light comes in and kindles up the gloom.
To light her spirit from its transient tomh.
Then like the sun, awaken*d at new dawn.
With pale bewildered face she peers about,
And spies blurr'd images obscurely drawn,
Uncertain shadows in a haze of doubt ;
But her true grief grows shapely by d^^rees^ —
A porish'd creature lying on her knees.
And now she knows how that old Muriher proys^
Whose quarry on her lap lies newly slain :
How he roams all abroad and grimly slays,
Like a lean tiger in Love's own domain ;
Parting fond mates, — and oft in flowery lawns
Bereaves mild mothers of their milky fawns.
0 too dear knowledge ! 0 pernicious earning !
Foul curse engraven upon beauty*s page !
Ev'n now the sorrow of that deadly learning
Ploughs up her brow, like an untimely age
And on her cheek stamps verdict of death's truth
By canker blights upon the bud of youth 1
For as unwholesome winds decay the leaf,
So her cheeks' rose is perish' d by her sighs^
And withers in the sickly breath of grief ;
Whilst unacquainted rheum bedims her eyes,
Tears, virgin tears, the first that ever leapt
From those young lids, now plentifully wept.
H£BO AND LEANDER. 269
Whence being shed, the liquid crystalline
Drops straightway down, refusing to partake
In gross admixture with the baser brine,
But shrinks and hardens into pearls opaque,
Hereafter to be worn on arms and ears ;
So one maid*s trophy is another's tears !
" 0 foul Arch-Shadow, thou old cloud of Night,"
(Thus in her frenzy she began to wail,)
" Thou blank Oblivion— Blotter-out of light,
Life's ruthless murderer, and dear love's bale !
Why hast thou left thy havoc incomplete/
Leaving me here, and slaying the more sweet %
** Lo ! what a lovely ruin thou hast made 1
Alas 1 alas I thou hast no eye to see,
And blindly slew'st him in misguided shade.
Would I had lent my doting sense to thee !
But now I turn to thee, a willing mark,
Thine arrows miss mer in the aimless dark !
** 0 doubly cruel ! — twice mkdoing spite
But I will guide thee with my helping eyes.
Or — walk the wide world through, devoid of sight,—
Tet thou shalt know me by my many sigh&
Nay, then thou should'st have spared my rose, false Death,
And known Love's flow'r by smelling his sweet breath ;
** Or, when thy furious rage was round him dealing,
Love should have grown from touching of his skin ;
But like cold marble thou art all unfeeling.
And hast no ruddy springs of warmth within.
And being but a shape of freezing bone.
Thy touching only tum'd my love to stone I
270 UERO AND LEAKDEB.
*' And here, alas ! he lies acroea mj kneefl^
With chocks still colder than the stilly vaTe.
The light bcucath his eyelids seems to freeie ;
Hero then, since Love is dead and laoka a graTO^
0 come and dig it in my sad heart's ooze-~
That wound will hring a balsam for its sore I
** For art thou not a sleep where sense of ill
Lies stinglcBS, like a sense benumb*d with oold.
Healing all hurts only with sleep's good-will t
So shall I slumber, and perchance behold
My living love in dreams, — 0 happy nighty
That lets me company his banisVd spright !
" 0 poppy Death ! — sweet poisoner of sleep ;
AVhcre shall I seek for thee, obliyious drug,
That I may steep thee in my drink, and creep
Out of life's coil 1 Look, Idol ! how I hug
Thy dainty imago in this strict embrace.
And kiss this clay* cold model of thy fieuse I
" Put out, put out these sun-consuming lamps,
1 do but read my sorrows by their shine ;
0 come and quench them with thy oozy damps^
And let my darkness intermix with thine ;
Since love is blinded, wherefore should I see f
Now love is death, — death will be love to me !
'' Away, away, this vain complaining breath.
It does but stir the troubles that I weep ;
Let it be hush'd and quieted, sweet Death ;
The wind must settle ere the wave can sleep,—
Since love is silent, I would fain be mute ;
0 Death, bo gracious to my dying suit 1 "*
HERO AND LEANDER. 271
Thus far she pleads^ but pleading nought avails her.
For Death, her sullen burthen, deigns no heed ;
Then with dumb Graving arms^ since darkness fails her.
She prays to heaven's fair light, as if her need
Inspired her there were Gods to pity pain.
Or end it, — ^but she lifts her arms in vain !
'Poor gilded Grief ! the subtle light by this
With mazy gold creeps through her watery mine.
And, diving downward through the green abyss,
Lights up her palace with an amber shine ;
There, falling on her arms,— rthe crystal skin
Beveals the ruby tide that fares within.
Look how the fulsome beam would hang a glory
On her dark hair, but the dark hairs repel it ;
Look how the perjured glow suborns a story
On her pale lips, but lips refuse to tell it ;
Grief will not swerve from grief, however told
On coral lips, or charactered in gold ;
Or else, thou maid ! safe anchor*d on Love*s riedk,
listing the hapless doom of young Leander,
Thou would'st not shed a tear for that old wreck.
Sitting secure where no wild surges wander ;
Whereas the woe moves on with tragic pace,
And shows its sad reflection in thy face.
Thus having travell*d on, and track'd the Uie,
Like the due course of an old bas-relief
Where Tragedy pursues her progress pale,
Brood here awhile upon that sea-maid's grie^
And take a deeper imprint from the frieze
Of that young Fate, with Death upon her ksL^^n^
262 H£BO Ji^D LEANDEB.
Tet weep and watcb for him, though all in Tain !
Ye moaning billows, seek him as ye wander 1
Ye gazing sunbeaofis, look for him again 1
Ye winds, grow hoarse with asking for Leander I
Ye did bu,t spare him for XQore cruel rape,
SeaHstorm and ruin in a female ^hape I
She says 'tis lo^ve hath bribed her to thia deed,
The glancing of his eyes did so bewitch her.
0 bootless theft ! unprofitable meed 1
LoYe*s treasury is sack'd, but she no richer ;
The sparkles of his eyes are cold and de#d,
And all his golden looks are tum'd to lead 1
She holds the casket, but her simple hand
Hath spill*d its dearest jewel by the way ;
She hath life's empty garme9t at command.
But her own death lies covert in the prey ;
As if a thief should steal a tainted yest,
Some dead man*s spoil, and sicken of his peat
Now she compels him to her deeps below.
Hiding Im face beneath her plenteous hair.
Which jealously she shakes all round her brow,
For dread of enyy, though no eyes are there
But seals', and all brute tenants' of the deep^
Which heedless through the wave their journeys keep.
Down and still downward through the dnaky green
She bore him, murmuring with joyous haste
In too rash ignorance, as he had been
Bom to the texture of that watery waste ;
That which she breatlied and %\^d, >i^<^ «iaffiTOi\ '^rw^ I
How could her pleasant \iom^\)ec«m^\5^ ^w:s^\
HERO AND LEAKDER. 268
Down and still downward through the dusky green
She bore her treasure, with a face too nigh
To mark how life was alter*d in its mien,
Or how the light grew torpid in his eye,
Or how his pearly breath, imprisoned there,
Flew up to join the imiyersal ur.
She could not miss the throbbings of his heart,
Whilst her own pulse so wantoned in its joy ;
She could not guess he struggled to depart,
And when he stroye no more, the hapless boy 1
She read his mortal stillness for content.
Feeling no fear where only loTe was meant
Soon she alights upon her ocean-floor,
And straight unyokes her arms from her fisdr prize ;
Then on his lovely face begins to pore.
As if to glut her soul ; — ^her hungry eyes
Have grown so jealous of her arms* delight ;
It seems she hath no other sense but sight.
But 0 sad marvel ! 0 most bitter strange !
What dismal magic makes his cheek so pale ?
Why will he not embrace, — ^why not exchange
Her kindly kisses ; — ^wherefore not exhale
Some odorous message from life's ruby gates,
Where she his first sweet embassy awaits f
Her eyes, poor watchers, fix*d upon his looks,
Are grappled with a wonder near to grie^
As one, who pores on undecipher*d books.
Strains vain surmise, and dodges with belief;
So she keeps gazing with a ms^ Mkox^go^i^
Framing a thousand doiibtB t)a2t\. eu^ vclxvw\:^P^
201 U£UO AND LEANDKIR.
Too stem inscription for a page so youn^
Tho diirk translation of Lis look was death I
But death was written in an alien tongue.
And learning was not hy to give it hreath ;
So one deep woo sleeps buried in its seal.
Which Time, untimely, hasteth to royeaL
Meanwhile she sits unconscious of her hap^
Nursing Death's marble effigy, which there
With heavy head lies pillow*d in her lap,
And elbows all unhinged ; — his sleeking hair
Creeps o'er her knees, and settles where his hand
Lcaus with lax fingers crook*d against tlie sand ;
And there lies spread in many an oozy trail,
Like glos.sy weeds hung from a chalky base,
That shows no whiter than his brow is pale ;
So 8(^on the wintry death had bleach*d his face
Into cold marble, — with blue chilly shades^
Showing wherein the fi-cesy blood pervades.
And o'er his steadfiist cheek a furrow*d pain
Hath set, and stLfTen'd, like a storm in ice,
Showing by drooping lines the deadly strain
Of mortal anguish ; — ^yet you might gaie twice
Ere Death it soem*d, and not his cousin, Sleeps
That tlux>ugh those creviced lids did underx>eepi
But all that tender bloom about his eyes,
Is Deatli's own violets, which his utmost rite
It is to scatter when the red rose dies ;
For blue is chilly, and akin to white :
Also he leaves some tinges on his lips,
Which he hath kiss'd with such cold frosty nipa
HERO AND LEANDER. 265
" Surely/* quoth she, " be sleeps, the senseless things
Oppress'd and faint with toiling in the stream 1 "
Therefore she will not mar his rest, but sing
So low, her time shall mingle with his dream ;
Meanwhile, her lily fingers tasks to twine
His uncrispt locks uncurling in the brine.
" 0 lovely boy ! " — ^thus she attuned her voioe,-^
<< Welcome, thrice welcome, to a sea-maid*s home,
My love-mate thou shalt be, and true heart's choice ;
How have I longed such a twin-self should come,— •
A lonely thing, till this sweet chance befel.
My heart kept sighing like a hollow shelL
" Here thou shalt live, beneath this secret dome.
An ocean-bow'r ; defended by the shade
Of quiet waters, a cool emerald gloom
To lap thee all about. Nay, be not firay'd.
Those are but shady fishes that sail by
Like antic clouds across my liquid sky !
** Look how the sunbeam bums upon their scales,
And shows rich glimpses of their Tyrian skins ;
They flash small lightnings from their vigorous tails^
And winking stars are kindled at their fins ;
These shall divert thee in thy weariest mood.
And seek thy hand for gamesomeness and food.
^' Lo ! those green pretty leaves with tassel bells^
My flow*rets those, that never pine for drowth ;
Myself did plant them in the dappled shells.
That drink the wave with such a rosy mouth,—*
Pearls wouldst thou have beside t crystals to shine t
I had such treasures once, — ^now they are thine.
2C6 HERO AND LEAKDEB.
*' Now, lay thine ear agunst this golden nnd.
And thou shalt hear the music of the Bea,
Those hollow tunes it plays against the land,—
Is *t not a rich and wondrous melody t
I have lain hours, and fancied in its tooA
I heard the languages of ages gone I
'^ I too can sing when it shall please thy dioioe^
And breathe soft tunes through a melodioua shelly
Though heretofore I haye but set my Toioe
To some long sighs, grief-harmonised, to tdl
How desolate I fared ; — but this sweet change
Will add new notes of gladness to my range !
'< Or bid me speak, and I will tell thee tales^
^yhich I have framed out of the noise of waves ;
Ere now I have cox^muned with senseless gales,
And held vain colloquies with barren caves ;
But I could talk to thee whole days and days,
Only to word my love a thousand ways.
'' But if thy lips will bless me with their speech,
Then ope, sweet oracles I and 1 11 be mute ;
I was bom ignorant tor thee to teach,
Nay all love's lore to thy dear looks impute ;
Then ope thine eyes, fair teachers, by whose light
I saw to give away my heart aright 1 "
But cold and deaf the sullen creature lies
Over her knees, and with concealing day.
Like hoarding Avarice, locks up his eyes.
And leaves her world impoverish'd of day ;
Then at his cruel lips she beinda \a -^leaid^
But there the door is cloaeiSL agoMQBX.Viw v««A-
HERO AND LEAKDifiR. 267
Surely be sleeps, — so her false wits infer !
Alas I poor sluggard, ne*er to wake again !
Surely he sleeps, yet without any stir
That might denote a vision in his bnun ;
Or if he does not sleep, he feigns too long,
Twice she hath reaoh*d the ending of her song.
Therefore 'tis time she tells him to imcover
Those radiant jesters, s^d disperse her fears,
Whereby her April &ce is shaded over,
Like rainy clouds just ripe for showering tears ;
Nay, if he will not wake, so poor she gets.
Herself must rob those lop|^*d-up cabinets.
With that she stoops above his brow, and bids
Her busy hands forsake his tangled hair,
And tenderly lift up those coffer-lids,
That she may gaze upon the jewels there.
Like babes that pluck an early bud apart,
To know the dainty colour of its heart
Now, picture one, soft (^eping to a bed.
Who slowly parts the fringe-hung canopies,
And then starts back to find the sleeper dead ;
So she looks in on his \mcover*d eyes,
And seeing all within so drear and dark.
Her own bright soul dies jbi her like a spark.
Backward she falls, like ft pale prophetess,
Under the swoon of holy divination :
And what had all surpass*d her simple gnessi
She now resolves in this dark revelation ;
Death's very mystery,— 6b\mo\» ^•eA.>i^i\ —
Long Bleep, — deep night, and a-a eTi\xaxkriA\sK»5^
2:3 HERO AND LEANDER.
Yet life, thougli wounded sorsy not wholly aUin,
Merely obscured, and not extinguiah'd, lies ;
Her breath that stood at ebb, soon flows again.
Heaving her hoUow breast with heayy sigfas^
And light comes in and kindles up the gloom.
To light her spirit from its transient tomb.
Then like the sun, awoken'd at new dawn.
With pale bewilder*d face she peers about|
And spies blurr*d images obscurely drawn,
Uncertain shadow's in a haze of doubt ;
But her true grief grows shapely by degrees, —
A perished creatiuro lying on her knees.
And now she knows how that old Murther preys^
Whose quarry on her lap lies newly slain :
How he roams all abroad and grimly slays^
Like a lean tiger in Love's own domain ;
Parting fond mates, — and oft in flowery iawna
Bereaves mild mothers of their milky fawns.
0 too dear knowledge 1 0 pernicious earning I
Foul curse engraven upon beauty^s page I
Ev*n now the sorrow of that deadly learning
Ploughs up her brow, like an imtimely age
And on her cheek stamps verdict of death's tmth
By canker blights upon the bud of youth 1
For as unwholesome winds decay the leaf.
So her cheeks* rose is perish*d by her sighs^
And withers in the sickly breath of grief ;
Whilst unacquainted rheum bedims her eyes^
Tears, virgin tears, the first that ever leapt
From those young lids, now plentifully wept.
HEBO AND L£AND£R. 269
Whence being shed, the liquid crystalline
Drops straightway down, refusing to partake
In gross admixture with the baser brine.
But shrinks and hardens into pearls opaque,
Hereafter to be worn on arms and ears ;
So one maid's trophy is another's tears !
*< 0 foul Arch-Shadow, thou old doud of Night *
(Thus in her frenzy she began to wail,)
" Thou blank Oblivion— Blotter-out of light,
Life's ruthless murderer, and dear love's bale !
Why hast thou left thy havoc incomplete,'
Leaving me here, and slaying the more sweet 1
** Lo ! what a lovely ruin thou hast made !
Alas 1 alas ! thou hast no eye to see.
And blindly slew'st him in misguided shada
Would I had lent my doting sense to thee !
But now I turn to thee, a willing mark,
Thine arrows miss mer in the aimless dark !
" 0 doubly cruel ! — ^twice misdoing spite
But I will guide thee with my helping eyes,
Or — walk the wide world through, devoid of sight,—
Yet thou shalt know me by my many sigha
Nay, then thou should'st have spared my rose, false Death,
And known Love's flow'r by smelling his sweet breath ;
^ Or, when thy furious rage was round him dealing.
Love should have grown from touching of his skin ;
But like cold marble thou art all unfeeling.
And hast no ruddy springs of warmth within.
And being but a shape of freezing bone,
Thy touching only tum'd my love to stone I
270 HERO AND LEANDER.
" And here, alas ! be lies across my knees^
With cheeks still colder than the stilly wave.
The light beneath his eyelids seems to fneae ;
Here then, since Lore is dead and lacks a gntTS^
0 come and dig it in my sad heart's core-
That wound will bring a balsam for its mjon 1
" For art thou not a sleep where sense of ill
Lies Btingless, like a sense benumb'd with oM,
Healing all hurts only with sleep's good-will t
So shall I slumber, and perchance behold
My living love in dreams, — 0 happy nighty
That lets me company his banish*d spright I
" 0 poppy Death ! — sweet poisoner of sleep ;
Where shall I seek for thee, oblivious drug^
That I may steep thee in my drink, and creep
Out of life's coil ? Look, Idol 1 how I hug
Thy dainty image in this strict embrace,
And kiss this clay- cold model of thy face I
" Put out, put out these sun-consuming lamps,
1 do but read my sorrows by their shine ;
0 come and quench them with thy oozy damps^
And let my darkness intermix with thine ;
Since love is blinded, wherefore should I see 1
Now love is death, — death will be love to mo !
'* Away, away, this vain complaining breath,
It does but stir the troubles that I weep ;
Let it be hush'd and quieted, sweet Death ;
The wind must settle ere the wave can sleep,-*
Since love is silent, I would fain be mute ;
0 Death, bo gracious to my dying suit ! *"
HERO AUD LEANDEB. 271
Thus far she pleads^ but pleading nought avails her.
For Death, her sullen burthen, deigns no heed ;
Then with dumb craving arms, since darkness faik her.
She prays to heaven's fair light, as if her need
Inspired her there were Grods to pity pain.
Or end it, — ^but she lifts her arms in vain !
'Poor gilded Grief ! the subtle light by this
With massy gold creeps through her watery mine.
And, diving downward through the green abyss,
Lights up her palace with an amber shine ;
There, falling on her arms,-^the ciystal skin
Beveals the ruby tide that fares within.
liOok how the fulsome beam would hang a glory
On her dark hair, but the dark hairs repel it ;
Look how the perjured glow suborns a story
On her pale lips, but lips refuse to tell it ;
Grief will not swerve from grief, however told
On coral lips, or character*d in gold ;
Or else, thou maid I safe anchor'd on Love's neck,
Listing the hapless doom of young Leander,
Thou wotdd*st not shed a tear for that old wrecks
Sitting secure where no wild surges wander ;
Whereas the woe moves on with tragic pace,
And shows its sad reflection in thy face.
Thus having travelled on, and tracked the ta2e^
Like the due course of an old bas-relief,
Where Tragedy pursues her progress pale»
Brood here awhile upon that sea-maid*s gtiet,
And take a deeper imprint from the frieze
Of that young Fate, with Death upon her kxk»e5^
272 HERO AND LEANDEB.
Then whilst the melancholy Muse withal
Kesumcs her music in a sadder tone,
Meanwhile the sunbeam strikes upon the wall,
Conceive that lovely siren to live on,
£v*n as Hope whispei'd the Promethean light
Would kindle up the dead Leander^s sprigfat.
*^*Ti8 light," she says, **that feeds the glittering stan.
And those were stars set in his heavenly brow ;
But this salt cloud, this cold sea-vapoor, man
Their radiant breathing, and obscnres them now ;
Therefore I'll lay him in the dear blue air,
And sec how these dull orbs will kindle there.**
Swiftly as dolphins glide, or swifter yet,
With dead Leander in her fond arms' fold,
She cleaves the meshes of that radiant net
The sun hath twined above of liquid gold,
Nor slacks till on the margin of the land
She lays his body on the glowing sand.
There, like a pearly waif, just past the reach
Of foamy billows ho lies cast. Just then.
Some listless fishers, straying down the beach.
Spy out this wonder. Thence the curious men.
Low crouching, creep into a thicket brake.
And watch her doings till their rude hearts ache.
First slie begins to chafe him till she ftdnts,
Then falls upon his mouth with kisses many,
And sometimes pauses in her own complaints
To list his breathing, but there is not any, —
Then looks into his eyes where no light dwells ;
Light makes no pictures in such muddy wells.
HERO AND LEANDEB. 273
The hot Bun parches his disooyei^d eyes.
The hot son beats on his discoloured limbs,
The sand is oozy whereupon he lies,
Soiling his fairness ; — ^then away she swims,
Meaning to gather him a daintier bed,
Plucking the cool fresh weeds, brown, green, and red*
But, simple-witted thie^ while she dives imder,
Another robs her of her amorous theft ;
The ambush*d fishermen creep forth to plunder^
And steal the unwatchd treasure she has left ;
Only his void impression dints the sands ;
Leander is purloin*d by stealthy hands 1
Lo ! how she shudders ofif the beaded wave,
Like Grief all over tears, and senseless fiEdls, —
His void imprint seems hollowed for her graye ;
Then, rising on her knees, looks round and calls
On " Hero ! Hero ! " haying loam'd this name
Of his last breath, she calls him by the same.
Then with her frantic hands she rends her hairs.
And casts them forth, sad keepsakes to the wiad,
As if in plucking those she pluck*d her car^ ;
But grief lies deeper, and remains behind
Like a barb*d arrow, rankling in her brain.
Turning her very thoughts to throbs of pain.
Anon her tangled locks are left alone.
And down upon the sand she meekly sits^
Hard by the foam, as humble as a stone,
Like an enchanted maid beside her wits,
That ponders with a look serene and tragic,
Stunn*d by the mighty mystery of ma^^
274 HERO AND LEAKDSR.
Or think of Ariadne*8 utter tranoey
Crazed bj the flight of that disloyal traitor.
Who left her gazing on the green ezpanae
That swallowed up his track, — yet this would mate herp
£v*n in the cloudy summit of her woe,
When o*cr the far sea-brim she saw him ga
For even so she bows, and bends her gaie
0*er the eternal waste, as if to sum
Its waves by weaiy thousands all her days.
Dismally doom'd ! meanwhile the billows oome^
And coldly dabble with her quiet feet.
Like any bleacliing stones they wont to greet.
And thence into her lap have boldly sprung^
Washing her weedy tresses to and fino,
That round her crouching knees have darkly hung
But she sits careless of waves* ebb and flow.
Like a lone beacon on a desert coast,
Showing where all her hope was wreck*d and lost
Yet whether in the sea or vaulted sky,
She knoweth not her love's abrupt resort,
So like a shape of dreams ho left her eye,
Winking with doubt Meanwhile, the churls' report
Has throng*d the beach with many a curious &ce^
That peeps upon her from its hiding place.
And here a head, and there a brow half seen,
Dodges behind a rock. Here on his hands
A mariner his crumpled checks doth lean
Over a rugged crest. Another stands,
Holding his harmful airow at the head,
Still chcckM by human caution and strange dreadL
HERO AND LEAKDER. 275
One stops his ears, — another close beholder
Whispers unto the next his grave surmise ;
This crouches down, — and just above his shoulder
A woman's pitj saddens in her eyes.
And prompts her to befriend that lonely grie^
With all sweet helps of sisterly reliefl
And down the sunny beach she paces slowly,
With many doubtful pauses by the way ;
Grief hath an influence so hush'd and holy, —
Making her twice attempt, ere she can lay
Her hand upon that sea-maid*s shoulder white.
Which makes her startle up in wild affright.
And, like a seal, she leaps into the wave
That drowns the shrill remainder of her scream ;
Anon the sea fills up the watery cave,
And seals her exit with a foamy seam, —
Leaving those baffled gazers on the beach.
Turning in uncouth wonder each to each.
Some watch, some call, some see her head emerge^
Wherever a brown weed falls through the foam ;
Some point to white eruptions of the surge : —
But she is vanish'd to her shady home.
Under the deep, inscrutable, — and there
Weeps in a midnight made of her own hair.
Now here, the sighing winds, before unheard.
Forth from their cloudy caves begin to blow
Till all the surface of the deep is stirr'd.
Like to the panting grief it hides below ;
And heaven is cover'd with a stormy rack^
Soiling the waters with its inky blAA\L.
276 U£RO AND LEANDER.
The screaming fowl resigns her finny prey.
And labours shoreward with a bending wing^
Rowing against the wind her toilsome way ;
Meanwhile, the curling billows chafe^ and fliog
Their dewy frost still further on the stonei^
That answer to the wind with hollow groaiUL
And here and there a fisher*B far-o£f bark
Flies with the sun's last glimpse upon its sail.
Like a bright flame amid the waters dark,
Watch*d with the hope and fear of maidens palo ;
And anxious mothers that upturn their browsi
Freighting the gusty wind with frequent yowb^
For that the horrid deep has no sure path
To guide Love safe into his homely haven.
And lo ! the storm grows blacker in its wrath.
O'er the dark billow brooding like a raven.
That bodes of death and widow's sorrowing,
Under the dusky covert of his wing.
And 80 day ended. But no vesper spark
Hung forth its heavenly sign ; but sheeta of flame
PlayM round the savage features of the dark.
Making night horrible. That night, there came
A weeping maiden to high Sestos' steep,
And tore her hair and gazed upon the deep.
And waved aloft her bright and ruddy torch.
Whose flame the boastful wind so rudely fannM,
That oft it would recoil, and basely scorch
The tender covert of her sheltering hand ;
Which yet, for Love's dear sake, disdain d retire.
And, like a glorying martyr, braved the fira
HERO AND LEANDSR. 877
For that was Love's own sign and beacon guide
Across the Hellespont's wide weaiy space.
Wherein he nightly struggled with the tide :•—
Look what a red it forges on her &oe,
As if she blush'd at holding such a light,
£v'n in the unseen presence of the night !
Whereas her tragic cheek is truly pal6y
And colder than the rude asatd ruffian air
That howls into her eai^ a horrid tale
Of storm and wreck, and uttermost despair.
Saying, ** Leander floats amid the sui^
And those are disnad wates that sing hdB difge."
And hark ! — a grieving voic6, trembnng and Mai,
Blends with the ht>llow sobbings of the sea ;
Like the sad music of a siren's plaint^-
But shriller than Leander^s voice shoi!dd be,
Unless the wintry death had changed its tone^—
Wherefore she thinks she hears his spirit moan.
For now, upon ea;ch brief and breathless pause,
Made by the riatging winds, it plain!!^ <»lls
On ** Hero 1 Hero ! " — ^whereupon she draws
Close to the diz2|y brink, that ne'er appals
Her brave and constant spii^ to recoil,
However the wild billows toss and toil
*' Oh ! dost thou live under the deep deep sea t
I thought such love as thine could never die ;
If thou hast gain'd an imniortalii^
From the kind pitying sea-god, so will I ;
And this false cruel tide that used to sever
Our heartJk shall be our common home &k «^«c\
One moment then, uj)on the dizzy vergo
Sho stands ; — with face upturned against the sky ;
A moment morSy upon the foamy iiifge
Shegaieiy withaodmdeipairingeyo;
Feeling that awM pauie of blood and tanathy
Which life endnres when it eonfttmta with dealh
Then from the giddy steep aha madfy ipriPn
Grasping her maiden robei^ that ywhUj kapt
Panting abroad, like onavailing wiqg^
To save her from her death.^The ssamakl
And in a eiTstal caye her cone enshrined;
No meaner sepulchre should Hero findl
BALLAD.
Sfbiko it ia bbeery,
Winter 18 dreaiy,
Qnea leaTes bang, but the broim mufit flf ;
Wben he's forsaken,
'VTither'd and ahaken,
What can an old nian do bnt die t
Lore will not dip him,
Moida will not lip him.
Hand and Marian pass him by ;
Youth it is Bunny,
A^ haa no honej, —
What can an old man do but die t
June it ia joUf,
Oh for ita foil; 1
A dancing leg and a langbing eye ;
Touth nuLj be ailly,
Wiadom ia obillj, —
What can aa old man do but die 1
SONO.
roB Kcno.
A LAKE and a fiuiy boat
To soil in the moonlight clear, —
And menit J we wonid float
From the dragons that watch ua hem t
280 AUTUMy.
Thy gown should be snow-white Bilk,
And strings of orient pearls^
Like gossamers dipt in milk.
Should twine with thy rayen coxis !
Rod rubies should deck thy handi^
And diamonds should be thy do
But Fairies have broke their wands
And wishing has lost its power.
AUTUMN.
— ♦—
The Autumn skies are fluah'd with gcid,
Aud fair and bright the rivers nm ;
These are but streams of winter cold,
Aud painted mists that quench the ■on.
lu secret boughs no sweet birda sing^
lu secret boughs no bird can shroud ;
These are but leaves that take to wing^
Aud wintry winds that pipe so loud.
'Tis not trees* shade, but cloudy glooms
That on the cheerless valleys fall,
The flowers are in their grassy tombci^
And tears of dew are on them alL
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BALLAD.
♦
SiOH on, sad hearty for Loye*B edipae
And Beauty's fairest queen,
Though 'tis not for mj peasant lips
To soil her name between :
A king might lay his sceptre down^
But I am poor and nought.
The brow should wear a golden crown
That wears her in its thought.
The diamonds glancing in her hair^
Whose sudden beams surprise.
Might bid such humble hopes beware
The glandng of her eyes ;
Yet looking once, I look'd too long,
And if my love is sin,
Death follows on the heels of wrongs
And kills the crime within.
Her dress Beem*d wore of lily leavefl^
It was so pure and fine,—
0 lofty wears, and lowly weayes^^-
But hodden-grey is mine ;
And homely hose must step apart,
Where garter'd princes stand.
But may he wear mj \o^^ %X.\i<«tts\>
That wins her \j\y \iasA\
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BALLAD.
Alas ! there*8 far from ronet firieae
To silks and satin gowns,
But I doubt if God made like degreei^
In courtly hearts and clowns.
My father wronged a maiden*s mirth.
And brought her cheeks to blame.
And all that's lordly of my birth
Is my reproach and shame !
'Tia vain to weep, — ^tis vain to Bigh,
'Tis vain, this idle speech,
For where her happy pearls do lie,
My tears may never reach ;
Yot when I'm gone, e'en lofty pride
May say, of what has been.
His love was nobly bom and died,
Though all the rest was mean !
My speech is rude, — but speech is weak
Such love as mine to tell.
Yet had I words, I dare not speak,
So, Lady, faro thee well ;
I will not wish thy better state
Was one of low degree,
But I must weep that partial fate
Mado such a churl of luo.
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ODE TO THE MOON.
MoTHSB of light I how &irlj dost thou go
Over those hoary crests, divinely led !—
Art thou that huntress of the silver bow.
Fabled of old ? Or rather dost thou tread
Those cloudy summits thence to gazse below,
like the wild Chamois from her Alpine snow,
Where hunter never dimb'd, — secure from dread 1
How many antique fancies have I read
Of that mild presence ! and how many wrought 1
Wondrous and bright,
Upon the silver light.
Chasing &ir figures with the artist. Thought !
What art thou like ? — Sometimes I see thee ride
A far-bound galley on its perilous way,
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray ;—
Sometimes behold thee glide,
Clustered by all thy family of stars.
Like a lone widow, through the welkin wide.
Whose pallid cheek the midnight sorrow mars ; —
Sometimes I watch thee on from steep to c«teep,
Timidly lighted by thy vestal torch,
Till in some Latmian cave I see thee creeps
To catch the young Endymion asleep, —
Leaving thy splendour at the jagged porch ! —
Oh, thou art beautiful, lioi?«?ct \\.\»\
HuDtreBR, or Dian, or iw\ia\jOT«t tmmsi^\
2S4 ODE TO THE MOON.
And he, the veriest Pagan, that first framed
A silver idol, and ne*or worshipp'd thee ! —
It is too late— or thou should'st have mj
Too late now for the old Ephesian vows,
And not divine the crescent on thy brows
Yet, call thee nothing but the mere mild MooDy
Behind those chestnut boughs^
Casting* their dappled shadows at mj feet ;
I will bo grateful for that simple boon.
In many a thoughtful verse and anthem sweet.
And bless thy dainty face whene'er we meet.
In nights far gone, — ay, &r away and dead, —
Before Care-fretted, with a lidless eye, — f
I was thy wooer on my little bed,
Letting the early hours of rest go hj^X
To see thee flood the heaven with milky light,
And feed thy snow-white swans, before I slept ;
For thou wert then purveyor of my dreams^—
Thou wert the fairies' armourer, that kept
Their bumish'd helms, and crowns, and oorslets bri^t^
Their spears,, and glittering mails ;
And ever thou didst spill in winding streams
Sparkles and midnight gleams.
For fishes to new gloss their argent scales
Why sighs ? — ^why creeping tears 9 — ^why daspM hands I-
Is it to count the boy's expended dow'r f
That fairies since have broke their gifted wands I
That young Delight, like any o'erblown flow'r,
• <<Spriiikllng'*iiiiheMS.
f « Before Care fretted with his lidless eye—" in the MEL
i "And watch*d thy sllYer odyent in the sky,** in the MEL
Oim TO THE MOON. 285
Gave, one by one, its sweet leaves to the ground
Why then^ fair Moon, for all thou mark'st no hour,
Thou art a sadder dial to old Time
Than ever I have found
On sunny garden-plot, or mosa-grown tow'r,
Motto'd with stem and melancholy rhyme.
Why should I grieve for this 1 — Oh I must yearn
Wlulst Time, conspirator with Memory,
Keeps his cold ashes in an ancient urn,
Richly emboBs'd with childhood's revelry,
With leaves and duster'd fruits, and flow'rs eteme,—
(Eternal to the world, though not to me).
Aye there will those brave sports and blossoms be,
The deathless wreath, and undecayd festoon.
When I am hearsed within, —
Less than the pallid primrose to the Moon,
That now she watches through a vapour thin.
So let it be : — ^Before I lived to sigh,
Thou wert in Avon, and a thousand rills,
Beautiful Orb ! and so, whene'er I lie
Trodden, thou wilt be gazing from thy hill&
Blest be thy loving light, where'er it spills,
And blessed thy fair face, 0 Mother mild 1
Still shine, the soul of rivers as they run,
Still lend thy lonely lamp to lovers fond.
And blend their plighted shadows into one :* —
Still smile at even on the bedded child.
And dose his eyelids with thy silver wand I
* I find thiB thought lomewhat differentiy worded in a fragment wriitea
probably aboai 1824.
"I lore thee, dearest, more than worlds can hold;
daipi hand% and parted lips, and upiaiioi «J«^
239
THE EXILK
The swallow with summff
Will wing o*er the nesM,
The wind that I sigh to
Will vihit thy trees.
The ship that it hastens
Thy ports will oontaio.
But me ! — I must never
See England again 1
There's many that weep theneu
But one weeps alone.
For the tears that are falling
So far from her own ;
So far from thy own, love,
Wo know not our pain ;
If death is between us,
Or only the main.
When the white cloud reoliiiet
On the verge of the sea,
I fancy the white chfis.
And dream upon thee ;
And throbbing heart— all soUtiuy bonti
Of widow'd passion when it sighs alone
Beneath no eye bnt the * * moon*p—
Under whose light so often and so oft
Oar plighted ahadea haxe imxi^«\\ii\A oaib^
More than the paa»ioi\a.Va a\\«ti<» ol ^^i»^"^R«i
That made na out for ULemoti a»ABw8%\*
TO JAN£. 287
But the doud spreads its wings
To the blue heay'n and flies.
We never shall meet, love.
Except in the skies 1
TO JANK
Welcomb, dear Hearty and a most kind good-morrow ;
The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine : —
Flowers I have none to give thee/ but I borrow
Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.
Here are red Boses, gather'd at thy cheeks.
The white were all too happy to look white :
For love the Bose, for faith the Lily speaks ;
It withers in false hands, but here 'tis bright !
Dost love sweet Hyacinth 1 Its scented leaf
Curls manifold, — all love's delights blow double :
'Tis said this flow'ret is inscribed with grief, —
But let that hint of a foi^otten trouble.
I pluck'd the Primrose at night's dewy noon ;
Like Hope, it show'd its blossoms in the night ;—
'Twas, like Endymion, watching for the Moon I
And here are Sun-flowers^ amorous of light 1
These golden Buttercups are April's seal, —
The Daisy-stars her constellations be :
These grew so lowly, I was forced to kneel,
Therefore I pluck no Daisies W\» lot \}^<^\
♦ WriUen on my moUie^t \AX^:kkdM, \Xa ^"Odl ^^c-wBi^aist.
2S8 ODE TO K£LAKCHOLY.
Here 's Daisies for the mom^ Primrose for j^oom,
Pansies and Roses for the noontide hours :*-
A wight once made a dial of their bloom,—
So may thy life be measured out by flowers I
ODE TO MELANCHOLY.
Come, let us set our careful breasta^
Like Philomel, against the thorn,
To aggravate the inward grie^
That makes her accents so forlorn ;
The world has many cruel points^
Whereby our bosoms have been torn,
And there are dainty themes of grie^
In sadness to outlast the mom, —
True honour^s dearth, affection's death.
Neglectful pride, and cankering soom.
With all the piteous tales that tears
Have water d since the world was bom.
The world ! — ^it is a wilderness,
Where tears are himg on every tree ;
For thus my gloomy phantasy
Makes all things weep with me 1
Come lot us sit and watch tho sky,
And fancy clouds, where no douds be ;
Grief is enough to blot the eye.
And moke heaven black with misery.
Why shcoild birds smg em^^ mctrj xisAw^
Unlc83 they were more \Ae«»t \>a»xi -v^X
ODS TO MELANCHOLY. 280
No sorrow ever chokes their throats.
Except sweet nightingale ; for she
Was bom to pain our hearts the more
With her sad melody.
Why shines the Sun, except that he
Makes gloomy nooks for Grief to hide.
And pensive shades for Melancholy,
When all the earth is bright beside f
Let clay wear smiles, and green grass wave.
Mirth shall not win us back again.
Whilst man is made of his own grave.
And fiedrest clouds but gilded rain 1
I saw my mother in her shroud.
Her cheek was cold and very pale ;
And ever since Fve look'd on all
As creatures doom'd to fail !
Why do buds ope except to die t
Ay, let us watch the roses wither.
And think of our loves' cheeks ;
And oh ! how quickly time doth fly
To bring death's winter hither I
Minutes, hours, days, and weeks^
Months, years, and ages, shrink to nought ;
An age past is but a thought 1
Ay, let us think of him awhile
That, with a coffin for a boat,
Rows daily o'er the Stygian moat,
And for our table choose a tomb :
There's dark enougli m ^xi'^ ^xiSL
To charge with bWk a TW«ii^Ts:caft\ ^^
VOL, V.
290 ODE TO ICELANCHOLT.
And for the saddest funeral thongfats
A wluding-sheot hath ample room.
Where Death, with hia keen-pointed sfyli^
Hath writ the common doom.
How wide the yew-tree spreads its gloom^
And o*er the dead lets fall its dew.
As if in tears it wept for them.
The many human families
That sleep around its stem !
How cold the dead have made these stones,
Witli natural drops kept ever wet 1
Lo ! hero the best — the worst — ^the world
Doth now remember or forget^
Are in one common ruin hurl'd.
And love and hate are calmly met ;
Tho loveliest eyes that ever shone,
The fiiircst hands, and locks of jet.
Is *t not enough to vex our souls^
And fill our eyes, that we hare set
Our love upon a rose's leaf.
Our hearts upon a violet 1
Blue eyes, red cheeks, are frailer yet ;
And sometimes at their swift decay
Befurehand we must fret.
The roses bud and bloom again ;
But Love may haunt the grave of Love^
And watch the mould in vain.
0 clasp me, sweet, whilst thou art mine^
And do not take my tears amiss ;
For tears must i\ow lo -wvjj^ vk^-^
A thought that 5^\\o\?a so ^.t^Tvi ^ >i^vv^ "•
ODE TO MELANCHOLY. 891
Forgiye, if somewhile I forget^
In woe to come, the present bliss;
As frighted Proserpine let &11
Her flowers at the sight of Dis :
£y*n so the dark and bright will kiss—
The sunniest things throw sternest shade,
And there is eVn a happiness
That makes the heart afraid I
Now let us with a spell invoke
The full-orb'd moon to grieve our eyes ;
Not bright, not bdght, but, with a doud
Lapp*d all about her, let her rise
All pale and dim, as if from rest
The ghost of the late-buried sun
Had crept into the skies.
The Moon ! she is the source of sigfas^
The yeiy face to make us sad ;
If but to think in other times
The same calm quiet look she had^
As if the world held nothing basOi
Of yile and mean, of fierce and bad ;
The same fair light that shone in streams^
The fairy lamp that charm'd the lad ;
For 80 it is, with spent delights
She taunts men's brains, and makes them mad.
All things are touch'd with Melancholy,
Bom of the secret soul's mistrust^
To feel her fair ethereal wings
Weigh'd down with yile degraded dust*;
Even the bright extremes of joy
Bring on concluuoiia oi SiBf^QflX.,
Like the sweet \)lo6aoxiia ot ^i^<^ "^vi <i
292 EXTRACT.
Whose fragrance ends in must.
0 give her, then, her trihute just^
Her sighs and tears, and musings holj ;
There is no music in the life
That sounds with idiot laughter solely ;
There's not a string attuned to mirthy
But has its chord in Melancholy.
[Tho following extract is from a letter of L. £. L.'i to my frtiiM^s
voiy old and tried friend Mr. Jerdan, and ipeaks of tiio *'Floa of the
Midsummer Fairies." Any memorial of the gifted poeteit hat a chann
of its own, apart from its valae as a commentaiy on my lather*!
writings.]
I DO not know when I have been so delighted as I hare
with Mr. Hood, full of deep and natiural thoughts^ expressed
under tho most poetical images ; similes as new as they
are exquisite; and as for the little pieces, never were any
so beautiful Tho fault of the book is, that it is too fan-
tastic for general readers; and after all, these make the
popularity of the poet. He is touched with the same mania
for the dainty simplenesses which are the mania of Uoyd
and Lamb — an affectation of imitating the older poets^ which
no modem will now do. They half hold '' with the strange
tale devoutly true," while your modem one knows he is
only " dallying, silly sooth." And as for classics, are they
not tho gate over which B C— hangs gibbeted,
and through which no bard of our times can hope to pass ;
There is a want of human interest, of those strong and
passionate feelings, which appeal to the heart more than
the fancy. Still Mr. Hood is a darling, and his book a
treasure. I quite agree in the selections you have made;
the "Ode to Melancholy" is as fine philosophy as it ia
jpoetiT. L. R Li
293
SONNET.
ON MLBTBISS NIOELT,* A PATTERN FOB H0178KKXIFBBS.
w&imv Ajxu uinra xna. dayihpobx nr hie obaeaczib at
OOTBKT OABDKir.
Shb was a woman peerless in her station.
With household virtues wedded to her name ;
Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in her tame,
And pure and clear-starched in her reputation ;'-^
Thence in mj Castle of Imagination
She dwells for evermore, the dainty dame,
To keep all airy draperies from shame,
And all dream-furniture in preservation ;
There walketh she with keys quite silver-bright,
In perfect hose, and shoes of seemly black.
Apron and stomacher of lily-white.
And decent order follows in her track :
The burnished plate grows lustrous in her sight,
And polished floors and tables shine her back.
SONNET.
Bt ev*iy sweet tradition of true hearts^
Graven by Time, in love with his own lore ;
By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts,
Wherein Love died to be alive the more ;
Tea, by the sad impression on the shore.
Left by the drown'd Leander, to endear
• In <' The School of Beform,*' by T. Morton.
S9I BONIfET.
That ooaat for erer, where the billow^s roar
Moaneth for pity in the Poet's ear ;
By Hero's faith, and the foreboding tear
That quenoh'd her brand's last twinkle in its lUl ;
By Sappho's leap, and the low rustling fear
That sigh'd around her flight ; I swear by al].
The world shall find suoh pattern in my aot.
As if Love's great examples still were lack'd.
SONNET.
TO icT win.
Thb curse of Adam, the old curse of all.
Though I inherit in this feverish life
Of worldly toil, vain wishes, and hard strifb.
And fruitless thought, in Care's eternal thrall.
Yet moro sweet honey than of bitter gall
I taste, through thee, my Eva, my sweet wife.
Then what was Man's lost Paradise I — how rife
Of bliss, since love is with him in his fall !
Such as our own pure passion still might frames
Of this fair earth, and its delightful bow'ni^
If no fell sorrow, like the serpent, came
To trail its venom o'er the sweetest flowers ;—
But oh ! as many and such tears are oura^
As only should be shed for guilt and shame 1
295
SONNET.
ON BECXXYINO A GIFT.
Look how the golden ocean shines above
Its pebbly stones, and magnifies their girth ;
So does the bright and blessed light of Love
Its own things glorify, and raise their wortL
Ab weeds seem flowers beneath the flattering brine,
And stones like gems, and gems as gems indeed,
EVn so our tokens shine ; nay, they outshine
Pebbles and pearls, and gems and coral weed ;
For where be ocean waves but half so clear.
So calmly constant, and so kindly warm,
Ab Love*s most mild and glowing atmosphere,
That hath no dregs to be uptum*d by storm ?
Thus, sweety thy gracious gifts are gifts of price.
And m(M:ie than gold to doting Avarice.
SONNET.
Lov^ dearest Lady, such as I would speak,
Lives not within the humour of the eye ; —
Not being but an outward phantasy.
That skims the sur&ce of a tinted cheek, —
Else it would wane with beauty, and grow weak,
As if the rose made summer, — and so lie
Amongst the perishable t\nii^ \)[VdX ^^^
Unlike the love which 1 'woxjMl ^"s^i ^xA ^^r^ ••
20$ LETTER FROM L. E. L.
Whose health is of no hue — ^to feel deaij
With check;}* decay, that have a rosy primeL
LoTC is itfl own great loveliness alwaj.
And takes new lustre finom the touch of time ;
Its bough owns no December and no May,
But bears its blossom into Winter's dima
[A copy of "Tho Flea** wms sent to L £. L, whose letter of
evknowlcdgmnit to mj father, 1 giro on eooonnt of the ooinddenoe
of her mention of '* Fair Incs," carried sway ecrass the sea from
friends upon the shore—a late so like her own.]
Mt very best thanks, dear Sir : I scanelj know
whether to be most grateful for your kind gift^ or delighted
with the gift itself. The fairies must indeed haye broke
their wand if you do not wake some morning and find your-
self in a starry' palace built by music, and filled with spirits
o* the air, waiting on your wish. Or at least they ought
to turn a sunflower into a chariot of gold, and cany you
in triumphal procession.
I do not venture to tell you of my praise ; I shall only
speak of my pleasure. I have read and re-read till I believe
I know half the booL As for ^ Fair Inesy" she is Indeed
the "dearest of the dear ! " and I do so like the "Departure
of Summer;*' — but I am enumerating, so with my best thanka
and wishes believe me,
Very sincerely,
Lbtitia Elixabsth Landov.
ODES AND ADDBESSES TO GREAT PEOPLE. 297
[The next poem ia from the " New Monthly" for thiB year.]
ODES AND ADDRESSES TO GREAT PEOPLE.
TO THOMAS filSH, ESQ.
"The oyster- woman locked her fish up.
And tmdged away to cry < no Biah— .' "-— Huniuui.
Mt Biah, sinoe fickle Fortune's dead,
Where throbs thy speculating head
That hatch'd such matchless stories
Of gainings like Napoleon, all
Success on eveiy capital.
And thirty thousand glories )
Dost thou now sit when evening comes,
Wrapt in its cold and wintry glooms,
And dream o*er faded pleasures 1
See numbers rise and numbers fall,
Hear Lotteiys last funereal call
0*er all her vanish'd treasures ?
Thy head, distract 'twizt weal and wo^
Feels the kut Lottery like a blon
From malice — aimed at thee ;
No prizes pass in decent rank,
Nothing is left thee but a blank.
And worthy Mrs. B.
Perchance at times tbj m\A xda:^ ^iXx«^
With cards to keep tiie gj^xcA ^^^>
S»a ODES AND ADDBESSES TO OBKAT FIOFLI.
Aad mock the old btbiu,
By fighting Fortune at Ecart^
Thoa Chahag Ctobb'b BonapAzU
In little St Heleiu.
Thou'rt OQt of luck — for to ibj ihar^
Not as of old, fiUls blank dcspiur ;
The thought oft givee the npoun.
In some ' cureed cottAga of oonteot '
Thy bofQod hopelen hours are ipant
Spelling the duly papen,
No moro thy name in column itares
On the lured reader unftwaree ;
The Toioe of Fame ii o'er I
No more it breathes thee into print ;
What ia Fame'a breatli t There*! nothing in't—
The merest puff — no more !
The puff to others now belongs,
The Wrights have risen upon thy wrongs
Rowlands to Hunts recoil 1
The wheel of Fortune, now foiiom,
ODES Am) ADDRESSES ro GfiEAT FEOPLR.
At Droiy, too, the chance waa thine ;
But thou ahalt in past gloiy shine,
Not aa the uncertain actor ;
Not aa the man that opens wide
The floodgate for the public tide.
But as the Great Contractor.
And when — ^but Heaven protract the day*-
The time is come for Life's decay.
Prolonged shall be thy joys.
A fjEiYourite wheel shall carry thee,
And like thy darling Lottery,
Be drawn by Blue-coat boys.
299
A tumulus shall coyer thee
And thin& A barrow it will be.
Sacred to thy one wheeL
And genuine tears, my Bisb, from eyei
Of those who never got a prize,
At mom and eve shall steal.
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ODE.
But midges still go free 1
The peace that shuns my board aud bed
May settle on a lowlier head,
And dwell, "St. John, with thee ! "
I aim'd at higher growth ; and now
My leaves are withered on the bough,
Fm choked by bitter shrubs 1
0 Mr. F. C. W. !
What can I christen thy review
But one of " Wormwood Scrubs 1 "
801
The very man that sought me once^
(Can I so soon be grown a dunce ))
Et now derides my verse ;
But who, save me, will fret to find
The editor has changed his mind,*-
He can*t have got a worse.
Thia
<»i»««ii»J„
TOWN AND COUNTRY. 803
0 1 but to hear iho milkmaid blithe^
Or early mower wet his scythe
The dewy meads among ! —
My grass is of that sort^ alas !
That makes no hay — called sparrow-grasi
By folks of vulgar tongue !
0 ! but to smell the woodbines sweet I
1 think of cowslip cups— but meet
With very vile rebufib I
For meadow-buds I get a whiff
Of Cheshire cheese, — or only sniff
The turtle made at Guff's.
How tenderly Bousseau reviewed
His periwinkles I — ^mine are stewed !
My rose blooms on a gown I—
I hunt in vain for eglantme,
And find my blue-bell on the sign
That marks the Bell and Crown :
Where are ye, birds I that blithely wing
From tree to tree, and gaily sing
Or mourn in thickets deep t
My cuckoo has some ware to sell.
The watchman is my Philomel,
My blackbird is a sweep !
Where are ye, linnet, lark, and thrush 1
That perch on leafy bough and bush,
And tune the various song 1
Two hurdygurdists, and a poor
Street-Handel grinding at mj ds^icit^
Are all my ** tuneM \\itos^|,r
804 TOWK AND COUBTBY.
Where are ye, early-purling rtraam^
Whoso waves reflect the morning
And ooloors of the akiea t
My rills are only puddle-draina
From shambles, or reflect the
Of calimanoo-dyes I
Sweet are the little brooka that
O'er pebbles glancing in the mm,
Singing in soothing tones :«-
Not thus the city streamlets flow ;
They make no music as they go^
Though never " off the stoneSi**
Where are ye, pastoral in:etty sheep^
That wont to bleat, and frisk, and leap
Beside your woolly dams t
Alas I instead of harmless crooks^
My Goiydons use iron hooks.
And skin — not shear — ^the lamb&
The pipe whereon, in olden day.
The Arcadian herdsman used to play
Sweetly, here soundeth not ;
But merely breathes unwholesome fumes^
Meanwhile the city boor consumes
The rank weed — "piping hot"
All rural things arc vilely mocked,
On every hand the sense is shocked,
With objects hard to bear :
Shades — ^vernal shades I — ^where wine is sold I
And, for a turfy bank, behold
An Ingram's rvustio <3Mat\
TOWN AND COUNTBY.
Where are ye, London meads and boweiB,
And gardens redolent of flowers
Wherein the zephyr wons ?
Alas ! Moor Fields are fields no more.
See Hatton's Garden bricked all o'er,
And that bare wood — St. John's.
No pastoral scenes procure mo peace ;
I hold no Leasowes in my lease,
No cot set round with trees :
No sheep-white hill my dwelling flanks ;
And omnium furnishes my banks
With brokers — ^not with bees.
0 ! well may poets make a fuss
In summer time, and sigh " 0 rus ! **
Of city pleasures sick :
My heart is all at pant to rest
In greenwood shades — ^my eyes detert
That endless meal of brick
805
VOL. F.
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LAMEST FOE THE DECLINE OF CHIVj
WcLt haat thou cried, deputed Botfco^
All cbiralroiu roaumtic work
Is ended now ftnd put ^—
That iron >ge — which some htTS thongfat
Of meUl rather overwioogfa^—
Is DOW b11 oreiCMt I
A J : where are thoee heriHO kni^to
Of old — thooe arm&dillo wi^ts
Who wore the pUted Twt I-^
Great Cb^u-lemagne and kll his peen
Arc cold — enjojing with their opem
An everlasting rest !
The bold King Arthur sleepeth Bound
So sleep his kiiigljts who gave that Bound
Old Table such &lat 1
0, Time has pluck'd the plumy brow !
And none engage at tourneys now
Sut those that go to law !
LAMENT FOB THE DEGLUSTE OF CHIYALBT. M
The name is now a lie 1-^
Soi^geonB, alone^ bj any chance,
Are aH that erer couch a lance
To couch a bod/s eye !
Alas for Lion-Hearted Didc,
That cut the Moslems to the quicki
His weapon lies in peace :
0, it would warm them in a trice,
If they could only have a spice
Of his old mace in Greece 1
The famed Rinaldo lies a-cold.
And Tancred too, and Qodfirey bold,
That scaled the holy wall !
No Saracen meets Paladin,
We hear of no great Saladm^
But only grow the small !
Our Crei9^, too, have dwindled since
To penny things — at our Black Prince
Historic pens would sco£f :
The only one we modems had
Was nothing but a Sandwich lad.
And measles took him off I
Where are thoie old and feudal dana^
Their pikes, and bills, and partisans^
Their haubeiks, jerkins, bu£bt
A battle was a battle then,
A breathing piece of work -, W\. TXi«a
Fight now — ^mlYi '5aw^«t^^iS&^.
808 LAMENT FOR THE DECLINE OF GHIYALRT.
The curtal-axo is out of date ;
The good old crossbow bends — ^to Fate j
'Tis gone, the aroher*B oraft I
No tough arm bends the springing jew.
And jolly draymen ride, in Ilea
Of Death, upon the shaft 1
The spear, the gallant tilter^s pride^
The rusty spear, is laid aside, —
0, spits now domineer t
The coat of mail is left alone^-i-
And where is all chain armour gone t
Go ask a Brighton Pier.
We fight in ropes, and not in lists^
Bestowing hand-cuffs with our fista^
A low and vulgar art 1
No mounted man is overthrown :
A tilt ! it is a thing unknown —
Except upon a cart !
Methlnks I see the boimding barb.
Clad like his chief in steely garb.
For warding steel's appliance I
Methinks I hear the trumpet stir
*Tis but the guard to Exeter,
That bugles the '' Defiance."
In cavils when will cavaliers
Set ringing helmets by the ears,
And scatter plumes about t
Or blood — if they are in the vein ?
That tap will never tmu o^i^gatm. —
A\aa \ \\ie Cowjuc Sa wl\.\
£X POST-FACTO EPIOBAKS. S09
No iron-craokling now is scored
By dint of battle-axe or sword.
To find a yital plaoe—
Though certain doctom still pretend.
Awhile, before they kill a friend,
To labour through his case I
Farewell, then, ancient men of might !
Crusader, errant squii^e, and knight !
Our coats and custom soften ;
To rise would only make you weep— ^
Sleep on, in rusty-iron sleep.
As in a safety coffin !
[The following were printed in the " liteiaiy Gazette.**]
EX POST-FACTO EPIGRAMS.
ON THE DEATH OF THE GIRAFFE.
They say, God wot !
She died upon the spot :
But then in spots she was so rich,—
I wonder which 1
ON THE REMOVAL OF A MENAGERIlEl
Let Exeter Change lament its change,
Its beasts and other losses—
Another place thrives by its case.
Now Charing has two Crosses.
810 THE LOGICIANS.
["The Forget-me-not** for this year centred two immni "Tin
Logiciana" and "Death in the Kitchen" — ^writteoa xwpeetiTdy to
illustrationa by Stothard and Richter. With tfao former poenii tho
following note was sent to Mr. Ackermann : —
"BobertStTCci.
'<Mt niAm Sib,
" I haTe the plaamire of aen^nj^ 70s "The Tiogiriani.** li belnf
rathur a crabbed labject^ and myielf not awm well, I have been loBgar
about it than I promiaed. The other labject ia in inngitm, and joa ahall
haTe it in proper trim, I hope, in two daya.
** Tonn Ttry truly,
'<B. Ackermann, Eaq. <<T. Hood."]
THE LOGICIANa
▲N ILLUSTBilTION.
** Metaphjiiea were a large field in which to exaraiae the veaponi
had pat into their hands." — ScRinuEauB.
See here two cavillers,
Would-be unravellers
Of abstruse theory and questions mystioal.
In tete-il-tete,
And deep debate,
Wrangling according to forms syllogisticaL
Glowing and ruddy
The light streams in upon their deep brown study.
And settles on our bald logician's skull :
But still his meditative eye looks dull
And muddy,
For he is gazing inwardly, like Plato ;
But to the world without
And thinga B^wt)
Hifl eye is blind aa tiiaA, oi «^ v>^a^ *
THE LOOICUNB.
In fact, logiwun
Seo but by s]rll<^[:iaiiu — taste and amell
By propoBitiona ;
And never let Uie common dray-hoiw Bennet
Draw inferencee.
How wise hie brow t how eloquent his nrao 1
The feature of itself is a negation I
How gravely double is his chin, that sbowi
Double deliberation;
His scornful lip foreetalls the confutation !
0 this is he that wisely with a nuy*or
And minor proree a greengage is ho ganger 1 —
By help of ergo,
That cheese of sage will make no mite the sager.
And Taums is no bull to toes up Virgo ! —
O this is he that logically tore his
Dog into dogmas— following Aristotle —
Cut up his cat into ten categories
And oork'd an abstract ooiyuror in a bottle .
0 this is be that disembodied matttf.
And proTcd that incorporeal corporations
Put nothing in no platter,
And fbr mock turtle only aupp'd sensations 1
0 this is he that palpably dedded.
With grave and mathematical preoHcnt
How often atoms may be snbdivided
By long division ;
0 this is he that show'd I is not I,
Ahd made a ghost of personal identic ;
Prov6d " Ipse " absent by an sUh^
And &iaking in Bome othex 'g«nRKi% «iA^ i
312 THE LOGICIANS.
lie soundc<l all philosophies in truth,
Wliethcr old schemes or only supplemental :^
And had, by virtue of his wisdom-tooth,
A dental knowledge of the tronsoeDdental I
Tlio other is a shrewd sererer wight,
Sharp argument hath worn him nigfa the bone :
For why ? he never let dispute alone^
A logical knight-errant.
That wrangled ever — morning, noon, and night.
From night to mom : he hod nb wife i^yparent
But IJarbara Celdrent !
Woe unto him he caught in a dilemma,
For on the point of his two fingers full
He took the luckless wight, and gave with them
Most deadly toss, like any baited bulL
Woe unto liim that ever dared to breathe
A sophism in liis angry cor 1 for that
lie took feixK'iously between his teeth,
And shook it — ^like a terrier with a rat ! —
In fact old Controversy ne'er begat
One half so cruel
And dangerous as he, in verbal dael I
No one had ever so complete a £Eune
As a debater ;
And for art logical his name was greater
Than Dr. Watts's name ! —
Look how they bit together !
Two bitter desperate antagonists,
Licking each otlicr w\tb. l\i(^\t \fiivi^<^ like fiats.
Merely to settle -wlieOaEt
DEATH IN THE KITCHEN. 818
This world of ours had ever a beginning—
Whether created^
Vaguely undated^
Or Time had any finger in its spinning :
When, lo ! — ^for they are sitting at the basement^
A hand, like that upon Belshazzar^s wall,
Lets fall
A written paper through the open casement.
'' 0 foolish wits ! (thus runs the document)
To twist your brains into a double knot
On such a barren question ! Be content
That there is such a fair and pleasant spot
For your enjoyment as this yerdant earth.
Go eat and drink, and give your hearU to mirth,
For vainly ye contend ;
Before you can decide about its birth.
The world will have an end 1 "
DEATH IN THE KITCHEN.
'< Are we not here now t*' ooniinned the corponi (itoiking the end of hif
■tick perpendicnlarlj on the floor, so as to gire an idea of health and
stability) — " and are we not '* (dropping his hat npon the gronnd) " gone I
— In a moment !** — TndfXM Shandjf,
Tbim, thou art right ! — *T\b sure that I,
And all who hear thee, are to die.
The stoutest lad and wench
Must lose their places at the will
Of Death, and go at Ib£\> lo ^^
The sexton'B ^botxiy ix^itf^
914 DEATH IN THE KITCHEN.
Tho dreary grave ! — 0, when I think
How doso wc stand upon its brink.
My inward spirit groans !
My eyes are filled with dismal dreams
Of coffins, and this kitchen seems
A chaniel full of bones !
Yes, jovial butler, thou must fail,
As sinks tho froth on thine own ale ;
Thy days will soon be done !
Alas ! tho common hours that striki%
Arc knells, for life keeps wasting, like
A cask upon the run.
Ay, hapless scullion ! 'tis thy case^
Life travels at a scouring pace,
Far swifter than thy hand.
The fast-ddcaying fnimo of mail
Is but a kettle or a pirn
Time wears away with — sand !
Thou uecdst not, mistress cook ! be told,
Tho meat to-morrow will be cold
That now is fresh and hot :
E'en thus our flesh will, by and by,
Be cold OS stone : — Cook, thou must die ;
There's death within the pot.
Susannah, too, my lady's maid,
Thy pretty person once milst aid
To swell tho buried Swdrm !
The "glass of fashion" thou wilt hold
No more, but grove\ in t\i^ xoxwl^
That's not the " mould of /onrm P
DEATH IK THE KITOHEIT. tlB
Yes, Jonathan, that driyes the ooaoh,
He too will feel the fiend's approach^
The grave will pluck him down :
He must in dust and ashes lie,
And wear the churchyard liveiy,
Grass green, tum'd up with brown.
How frail is our uncertain breath I
The laimdress seems full hale, but Death
Shall her '' last linen " bring.
The groom will die, like all his kind ;
And e'en the stidble boy will find
This life no ttahle thing.
Nay, see the household dog— even that
The earth shall take ; — ^the yezy cat
Will share the common &11 ;
Although she hold (the proverb saith)
A ninefold life, one single death
Suffices for them all 1
Cook, butler, Stisan, Jonathan,
The girl that scours the pot and pan.
And those that tend the steeds-
All, all shall have another sort
Of tennee after this; — ^in short-—
The one the parBon redds I
The dreary grave ! — 0, when I think
How dose we stand upon its brink,
My inward spirit groans !
My eyes are filled with dismal dreams
Of coffins, and this ^tcYiem \&i^tca
A cbamel fall of \>oiijeA\
!'•>■ "i'y iif ciiinplliiiont and i
It's V017 well to wish me a 1
But viah me & new httt 1
Although not spent in Iniarj
In course a longer life I wom'i
But while jou'ra wishing wial
A newer pair of ahoea 1
N&7, while new thingB and wu
I own to one that I should not
Instead of this idd rent^ to han
With more of the Hew Cut 1
0 yes, 'tia very plesaaat, thong
To hear the steeple make that :
Except I wish one bell was at t
To ring new trousera in.
QEIMALDrS BSNEHT. 2tl7
[Oa the 27th of June, 1828, Grimaldi, an especial iayonrite * — of
whom I have heard my father speak in the most affectionate terms, and
the recollection of whom prompted, no doubt, many of the sketches of
Clowns, stnick off at odd moments, that were among my treasures as a
boy— returned to the stage for one night, after a retirement of some
three months or so. I belieye my father wrote his retiring address,
either for this occasion, or his farewell in the previous April— perhaps
for both. The following paragraph appeared in the " Literary
Gazette."]
GRIMALDrS BENEFIT.
OuB immense £Etyourite, Grimaldi — imder the severe pres-
sure of years and infirmities — ^is enabled, through the good
feeling and prompt liberality of Mr. Price, to take a benefit
at Druiy Lane on Friday next ; — ^the last of Joseph Grimaldi !
— Dnuys, Covent Garden's, Sadler's, everybod/s Joe : the
friend of Harlequin and Farley-kin — ^the town down — greatest
of fools— daintiest of motleys — ^the true ami des enfaru t
The tricks and changes of life-Hsadder, alas ! than those of
pantomime — have made a dismal difference between the former
flapping, filching, laughing, bounding antic, and the present
Grimaldi He has no spring in his foot — no mirth in his eye;
the comers of his mouth droop mournfully earthward ; and
he stoops in the back like the weariest of Time's porters.
L' Allegro has done with him, and II Pensero claims him for
* In all his wanderings and changes there were two pctures which went
with my father ererywhere, and hang in his study for the time being — the
one of Charles Lamb (for whom he entertained a brotherly affection), the
other of Joe Qrimaldi — " Brerybody's Joe,** as he calls him— but his Joe
in particular.
I cannot even say that I hare ''just seen *' this ** Yirgil of Pantomime^**
but BO often ha?e I heard of him as a child, so early was I set to read his
life, that I can hardly i)er8aade myself at timea \&ttiti \ '««<««( ^V^b^sy^^stk.
thatlai^ter-pioToking fa«ie— those |;»ru!b^'^a!i\»— ^3ftK\.*«D^«tN»»^^^
Bhow, wlneh those who ha^e wen QttVm«JL3iikV«« >aa» ^^ \a:V»%Nft ^»kcv
818 ODE TO EDWARD GIBBON WAKEHELD, ESQ.
its own ! It is said, besides, that his pockets are neither to
largo nor so well stuffed as they used to be on the stage ; and
it is hard to suppose fun without funds, or broad grina in
narrow circumstances.
[Our recommendation of this benefit has also been proMod
upon our willing mind by the following characteristic note.]
Pray publish in your ' Gasette,' that on Friday the 27tli
instant, this inimitable clown will take his leare of the
boards, at Drury Lane Theatre, in chancter. After that
night, the red and white features of Joe Grimaldi will belong
only to tradition I Thenceforth ho will be de^ to his vocation,
— but the pleasant recollection of his admirable fooling will
still live, with childhood, with manhood, and with
T. Hoon.
[The *' Ode to Edward Gibbon Wakefield,'* who in this year was tried
and convicted for the abduction of Miss Turner, probably appeared in a
newspaper. The copy I possess, at all events, is a newspaper catting.]
ODE TO EDWARD GIBBON WAKEFIELP, ESQ.
On, Mr. Gibbon !—
I do not mean the Chronicler of Rome ;
He would have told thoo loftily, that no man
In modem times may play the antique Roman,
And tear a Sabine virgin from her home : —
But Mr. Gibbon,
Thou, — with the surreptitious rib on.
What shall I say to thee, thou Jason, — ^nay,
Wliat will our Wilberforce and Stephen say,
Tbou cruel kidnapper of yoimg white woman I
Were there no misseB, — ixoxi.ft
All on tlie start and ready tot ^twx
ODE TO EDWABD GIBBON WAEEFISLD, ESQ. tl9
To Gretna Smith j—eren by the maily
That thou muBt go befooling
A quiet maiden at her ooimtrj schooling
And stop her lesBons with an idle tale, —
Sully the happy hue
Of her calm thoughts, and trouble her sky-blue-
Spoil her embroideries, and falsely wheedle
Her pretty hand from the delightful needle,
Merely to mar her piece^
Planting those stitches in l^er maiden heart.
That only should have made Rebecca smart,
Or robed young Isaac in a silken fleece Y
Was there no willing Loyei
With roving eyes.
More gay than wise,
To bend with thy removal to remove f
Could'st thou not calm the doubt
Of Foote twice asked in vain, and ask her out f
There's Madame Yestris — ^but she has a mate,
And Paton hath as bad —
But thou might*st add
A single Chibitt to thy single state.
Take such, and welcome to more wives than Bunde^
Or gentle Olive, that Princess of No-Land,
She owns some great expectancies in Poland^
And has no follower — I mean no uncle I
1828.
[Chntinued.1
[At tho end of 1827 or licginning of 1828, vncUiinted by tha not
overwarm receptiun of '*Tliu Plea," my father, toward the end of
tlio year, brought out two volumes of "National Tales,'* pahliahed
by ^Ir. Ains worth, who has himself since gained distinction as a
novelist, llic * * National Talcs " were hardly more popular tlian " The
Pica," chiefly sulfuring, I imagine, in common with that poem, either
from a reluctance on thu iiarl of the public to believe that one writer
could produce both serious and comic works, or from a desire to extort
the latter from liim.]
NATIONAL TALES.
— ♦ —
PREFACR
It has been decided, by the Icarued MalthuBiana of onr
century, that thci'O is too great an influx of new books into
this reading world. An apology scenis therefore to be
required of me, for increasing my family in this kind ; and
by twin volumes, instead of the single octavos which have
hitherto been my issue. But I concede not to that modem
doctrine, which supposes a world on short allowance, or a
generation without a ration. There is no mcntionablo over-
growth likely to happen in life or literature. Wholesome
checks arc api)ointcd against oxcvCecundlty in any species.
NATIONAL TALES. 821
Thus tbe wbale thins the mjriads of herrings, the teeming
rabbit makes Thyestean family dinners on her own offspring,
and tbe hyenas devour themselves. Death is never back-
ward when the human race wants hoeing ; nor the Critic to
thin the propagation of the press. I'he surplus children
that would encumber the earth, ai*e thrown back in the
grave — the superfluous works, into the coffins prepared for
them by the trunk-maker. Nature provides thus equally
against scarcity or repletion. There are a thousand blossoms
for the one fruit that ripens^ and numberless buds for every
prosperous flower. Those for which there is no space or
sustenance drop early from the bough ; and even so these
leaves of mine will pass away^ if there be not patronage
extant and to spare, that maj endow them with a longer date.
I make, therefore, no excuses for this production, since it
is a venture at my own peril. The serious character of the
generality of the stories, is a deviation from my former
attempts, and I have received advice enough, on that account,
to make me present them with some misgiving. But because
I have jested elsewhere, it does not foUow that I am incom-
petent for gravity, pf which any owl is capable ; or proof
against melancholy, which besets even the ass. Those who
can be touched by neither of these moods, rank lower indeed
than both of these creatiufes. It is from none of the player^s
ambition, which has led the buffoon by a rash step into the
tragic buskin, that I assume the sadder humour, but because
I know from certain passages that such affections are not
foreign to my nature. During my short lifetime, I have
often been as " sad as night,'* and not like the young gentle-
men of France, " merely from wantonness.*' It is the contrast
of such leaden and golden fits that lends a double relish to
our days. A life of mere laugVitet \a\^'^ \xi\3&vi ^xKisij^^sN.^^
basa ; or a picture (conceive \t) ot ^«Lgaa \>sflfi^\:vs!^^^^^^^
VOL, F.
S22 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
whereas tho occasional melancholy, like those grand rich
glooms of old Rcmbrandty produces an incomparable eflbot
and a very grateful relief.
It will flatter me, to find that these my Tales can give a
hint to tho dramatist — or a few hours* entertainment to anj
one. I confess, I have thought well enough of them to make
mo compose some others, which I keep at home^ like the
younger Benjamin, till I know the treatment of their elder
brethren, whom I have sent forth (to buy com for me) into
Egypt
'* To be too confident ii as nnjnst
In any work, as too much to distrust ;
Who, from the rules of study haTe not swerredy
Know begg'd applauses never were deserved.
We most submit to oensurOi so doth he
Whose hours begot this issue ; yet, being firM|
For his part, if he hare not pleased you, thmi,
In this kind he* 11 not trouble yon again.**
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
"Let the clouds scowl, make the moon dark, the stars eztincC» the
winds blowing, the bells tolling, the owls shrieking, the toads croakiag^
the minutes jarring, and the clock striking twelve.** — Old Plaff,
Instead of speaking of occiurences which accidentally
came under my observation, or were related to me by others^
I purpose to speak of certain tragical adventures which per-
sonally concerned me ; and to judge from the agitation and
horror which the remembrance, at this distance of time,
excites m me, the narrative shall not concede in mterest
to any creation of fiction and romance. My hair has changed
from black to grey since tYio^e e\<i\A.^ wiQKirwA\— ^txM^g^
and wild, and terrible eiiou-\v tox t. ^t^^mA ^'>^']^ ^^^^
TH£ SPANISH TBA0ED7. 823
believe that they had passed only on my pillow ; but when
I look around me, too many sad tokens are present to
convince me that they were real, — for I still behold the
ruins of an old calamity !
To commence, I must refer back to my youth, when
having no brothers, it was my happy fortune to meet with
one who, by his rare qualities and surpassing affection, made
amends to me for that denial of nature. Antonio de Linares
was, like mpelf, an orphan, and that circumstance con*
tributed to endear him to my heart; we were both bom
too, on the same day ; and it was one of our childish
superstitions to believe, that thereby our fates were so
intimately blended that on the same day we also should each
descend to the grave. He was my schoolmate, my play-
fellow, my partner in all my little possessions ; and as we
grew up, he became my counsellor, my bosom friend, and
adopted brother. I gave to his keeping the very keys of
my heart ; and with a like sweet confidence he entrusted
me even with his ardent passion for my beautiful and
accomplished cousin, Isabelle de * * * * ; and many earnest
deliberations we held over the certain opposition to be
dreaded from her father, who was one of the proudest, as
well as poorest nobles of Andalusia. Antonio had embraced
the profession of arms, and his whole fortune lay at the point
of his sword ; yet with that he hoped to clear himself a
path to glory, to wealth, and to IsabeUe. The ancestors of
the Cond6 himself had been originally ennobled and enriched
by the gratitude of their sovereign, for their signal services
in the field ; and when I considered the splendid and warlike
talents which had been evinced by my friend, I did not think
that his aspirations were too lofty or too sanguine. H.^
seemed made for war ; hia cV^ei ^'fe\\^\.^^V*^ -cwb^ ^'^'^
exploits of our old Spamsh d^^xsXrj ^j^jgwaaX.ViD.^'^^
821 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
ho lomcuted bitterly that an interval of profound peaoa
allowed him no opportunity of ugnalizing hit prowcM and
his Talour against the infidels and enemiea of Spain. All
his exercises were martial ; the chase and the bull-fight wen
his amusement, and more than once he engaged as a Tolnn*
teer iu ex|>editions against the mountiin banditti, a race
of men dangerous and destructive to our enemiea in war,
but the Bcoui^ and terror of their own conntiy in timea
of peace. Often his bold and adventuroua spirit led him
into imminent jeopardy ; but the same contempt of danger,
united with his generous and humane nature^ made him as
often the instrument of safety to othera. An oocaaion upon
which ho rescued me from drowning; confirmed in ua both
the opinion that our lives were mutually dependent^ and at
the same time put a stop to the frequent raillcriea I uaod
to address to him on his wanton and unfair expoaurea of
our joint existences. This service procured him a gracioua
introduction and reception at my imcle*8^ and gave him
opportunities of enjoying the society of his beloved laabelle :
but the stem disposition of the Cond6 was too well known
on both sides to allow of any more than the secret avowal
of their passion for each other. Many tears were aocrotlj
shed by my excellent cousin over this cruel consideration,
which deterred her from sharing her confidence with her
parent ; but at length, on his preparing for a joiumey to
Madrid, in those days an undertaking of some peril, she
resolved, by tho assistance of filial duty, to overcome thia
fear, and to open her bosom to her father, before ho deported
from her, perhaps for over.
I was present at tho parting of tho Cond6 with hia
daughter, which the subsequent event impressed too strongly
on my memory to be c\ct iov^o^Xca. \v. \k»& \ifc«Q. \s£Q£^
disputed wliethcr persona \ia\e tVioa^ %\j^\A ^wk»^bs\pj
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 325
dreams or omens, which some affirm they have experienced
before sudden or great calamity ; but it is certain that before
the departure of my uncle, he was oppressed with the most
gloomy forebodings. These depressions he attributed to the
difficulties of the momentous lawsuit whiish called him to
Madrid, and which, in fact, inyolyed his title to the whole
possessions of his ancestors ; but Isabella's mind interpreted
this despondence as the whisper of some guardi^ spirit or
angel ; and this belief, united with the di^culty phe found
in making the confession that lay at her l^e^rt, made her
earnestly convert these glooms into an argnmeut against his
journey.
** Suvely,'* she said, " this melancholy whjd^ besets you is
some warning from above, which it would be impious to
despise; and therefore. Sir, let me entreal; yo^ po remain
here, lest you sin by tempting your own fate, bj^ make me
wretched for ever."
" Nay, Isabelle," he replied gnprely, '' I should rather sin
by mistrusting the good providence of God, whioh is with us
in all places ; with the tr^vellpr in the desert, as with the
mariner on the wild ocean ; notwithstanding, let mo embrace
you, my dear child, as though we never should meet again ; "
and he held her for some minutes closely pressed against his
bosom.
I saw that Isabelle*s heart was yainly swelling with the
secret it had to deliver, and would fain ha¥9 spoken for her,
but she had strictly forbidden m^ or Antonio to utter a word
on the subject, from a feeling that such an avowal should
only come from her own lips. Twice, as her father prepared
to mount his horse, she caught the skirts of his mantle and
drew him back to the threshold ; but as often. «& ^^
attempted to speak the blood on^tSlwA^ \ket -^^^wssS**.
And boeom, her throat choked, wid ^V. ^»A^. ^^ \nskv^
326 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
away with a despairing gestupe, which was meant to saj,
that the avowal was impossible. The Cond6 was not unr
moved, but ho mistook the cause of her agitation, and re-
ferred it to a vaguo presentiment of evil, by which he waa
not uninfluenced himself. Twice, after solemnly blessing
his daughter, he turned back; once, mdeed, to repeat
some trifling direction, but the second time he lingered,
abstracted and thoughtful, as if internally taking a last
farewell of his house and child. I had before eamestty
entreated to be allowed to accompany him, and now renewed
my request ; but the proposal seemed only to offend him, aa
an imputation on the courage of an old soldier, and he
deigned no other reply than by immediately setting spurs to
his horse. I then turned to Isabelle ; she was deadly pale,
and with clasped hands and streaming eyes was leaning
against the pillars of the porch for support Neither of us
spoko ; but wo kept our eyes earnestly fixed on the lessening
figure, that with a slackened pace was now ascending the
opposite hill. The road was winding, and sometimes hid and
sometimes gave him back to our gaze, till at last he attained
a point near the summit, where wo knew a sudden turn of
the road would soon cover him entirely from our sight. My
cousin, I saw, was overwhelmed with fear and self-reproach,
and pointing to the figure, now no bigger than a raven, I said
I would still overtake him, and, if she pleased, induce him to
return ; but she would not listen to the suggestion. Her
avowal, she said, should never come to her father from any
lips but her own ; but she still hoped, she added with a faint
smile, that ho would return safely from Madrid ; and then,
if the law -suit should be won, he would be in such a mood,
that she should not be afraid to unlock her heart to him.
This answer satisfied me. The Cond^ was now passing
behind the extreme point of the road, and it was destined to
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 827
be the last glimpse we should eyer have of him. The old
man never returned.
As soon as a considerable time had elapsed more than was
necessary to inform us of his arrival in the capital, we began
to grow very anxious, and a letter was despatched to his
Advocate with the necessary inquiries. The answer brought
affliction and dismay. The Cond^ had never made his
appearance, and the greatest anxiety prevailed amongst the
lawyers engaged on his behalf for the success of their cause.
Isabelle was in despair : all her tears and self-reproaches were
renewed with increased bitterness, and the tenderest argu-
ments of Antonio and myself were insufficient to subdue her
alarm, or console her for what was now aggravated in her
eyes to a most heinous breach of filial piety and affection.
She was naturally of a religious turn, and the reproofs of her
confessor not only tended to increase her despondency, but
induced her to impose upon herself a volimtary and rash act
of penance, that caused us the greatest affliction. It had
been concerted between Antonio and myself, that we should
immediately proceed by different routes in search of my
uncle ; and at day-break, after the receipt of the Advocate's
letter, we were mounted and armed, and ready to set forth
upon oiu* anxious expedition. It only remained for us to
take leave of my cousin ; and as we were conscious that some
considerable degree of peril was attached to our pursuit, it
was on mine, and must have been to Antonio's feeling, a
parting of anxious interest and importance. But the farewell
was forbidden — ^the confessor himself informed us of a resolu-
tion which he strenuously commended, but which to us, for
this once, seemed to rob his words of either reverence or
authority. Isabelle, to mark her penitence for her imaginary
sin, had abjured the company, and even the sight of her
lover, until her father's return, and she should have reposed
I ^I n ' I.i^ iLuniiuriii-* ; Init llic case ail
and «c set forward with ud and
not at all lightened as we Approoi
where we were to diverge from t»
paniod hy tnjr man-Mmtnt Joaa ; In
persisted iu hta intention of traTd
rapidity and adTcnturous ooniu of
would hare mode a companioa an
innsted that the impenetrability asd
his plana had been always most um
in their execution. There was same i
Antonio's apirita Momed to raUyai hi
hold of the daogen and difficulties hi
encounter ; and after ardently wring
jestingly reminding me of the oo-di
he dashed the span into his hone, ai
of sight
The road assigned to myself wa«
tho n-- '•>•—' ■ ■
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 8»
point I directed mj course. But hero all clue was lost ; and
no alternative was left me, but to return to the line of the
high road to Madrid. I must here pass over a part of mj
progress, which would consist only of tedious repetitions.
Traces, imagined to be discovered, but ending in constant
disappointment — hopes and fears — exertion and fatigue,
make up all the history of tl^e second day, till finally a
mistaken and unknown road brought us in time to take
refuge from a tempestuous night at a lonely inn on the
mountains. I have called it an inn, but the portion thus
occupied was only a fraction of an old d0serted mansion, one
wing of which had been rudely repaired and made habitable,
whilst the greater part was left untenanted to its slow and
picturesque decay. The contrast was striking : whilst in the
windows of one end, the lights moving to and fro, the
passing and repassing of shadows, and various intermitting
noises and voices, denoted the occupancy ; in fiie centre and
the other extreme of the pile, silence and darkness held
their desolate and absolute reign. I thought I recognised in
this building the description of an ancient residence of my
uncle's ancestry, but long since alienated and surrendered
to the wardenship of Tima It frowned, methought, with
the gloomy pride and defiance which had been recorded as
the hereditaiy characteristics of its founders ; and, but for
the timely shelter it afforded, I should perhaps have bitterly
denounced the appropriation of the innkeeper, which inter-
fered so injuriously with these hallowed associations. At
present, when the sky lowered, and large falling raindrops
heralded a tempest, I turned without reluctance from the
old quaintly-wrought portal, to the more humble porch,
which held out its invitation of comfort and hospitaUt^-
My knocking brought tti© \ic»\. Yivxnai^^ \j5i 'Ockft ^^5Rst^^!ss^^^'^
speedily introduced mo to bh 'mxkCt tooav^ Vst VisiA ^sosaiaa^w*
"^•"^ Hrc^.rr';"**
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 831
commenced those inquiries concerning my uncle, which my
curiosity had in the first instance delayed. Perhaps he
could not, or would not, reply to my questions ; but they
seemed to precipitate his retreat. Was it possible that he
possessed any secret knowledge of the fate of the Cond6?
His absence had been succeeded by a momentary silence
amongst the reyeUers without, as if he were relating to them
the particulars of my inquiries. A slight glance at that
boisterous company during my hasty passage through their
banquet-room, had given me no very favourable opinion of
their habits or character ; and it was possible that the war-
like defences and fastenings which I observed eveiywhere about
me, might be as much intended for the home security of a
banditti, as for a precaution against their probable vicinity.
It was now too late for me to retrace my steps. Flight was
impracticable : the same precautions which were used against
any hostile entrance, were equally opposed to my egress ;
unless, indeed, I had recourse to the way by which I had
entered, and which led through the common room imme-
diately occupied by the objects of my suspicion : this would
have been to draw upon myself the very consequence I
dreaded. My safety for the present seemed to be most
assiu^d by a careful suppression of all tokens of distrust, till
these suspicions should be more explicitly confirmed ; and I
should not readily forgive myself if, after incurring all the
dangers of darkness and tempest and an unknown country,
it should prove that my apprehensions had been acted upon
without any just foundation.
These thoughts, however, were soon diverted by a new
object The innkeeper's daughter entered with refreshments,
— bread merely, with a few olives ; and I could not restrmn
Juan from addressing to her some familiarities, which were
so strangely and incoherently answered, as quickly t/c^ V^rk^^^s^
''"""' "J ti.o L ' ''^ ' >»»'.
'""«». We«i rr °* ""'^ m
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 888
arouao her firom that mental trance in which she had been
absorbed ? I wished, with the most intense anxiety, to gain
some information from her looks ; and, yet at the same time,
I could not confront her gaze even for an instant Her
father, who had entered, siurprised at so extraordinaiy an
emotion, hastened abruptly out; and the immediate entrance
of the mother, evidently upon some feigned pretext of
business, only tended to increase my inquietude.
How had 1 become an object of interest to these people,
whom till that hour I had never seen ; and with whose
affairs, by any possibility, I could not have the most remote
connection, unless by their implication in the fate of my
uncle 1 This conjecture filled me with an alarm and agita-
tion I could ill have concealed, if my remorseless observer
had not been too much absorbed in her own ondivined
emotions, to take any notice of mine. A sensation of shame
flushed over me, at being thus quelled and daunted by the
mere gaze of a woman : but then it was such a look and
from such a being as I can never behold again ! It seemed
to realise all that I had read of Circean enchantment, or of
the snake-hke gaze, neither to be endured nor shunned ; and
under this dismal spell I t^mained till the timely entrance of
Juan. The charm, whatever it might be, was then broken ;
with a long shuddering sigh she turned away her eyes from
me, and then left the room. What a load, at that moment,
seemed removed from my heart! Her presence had oppressed
mo, like that of one of the mortal Fates ; but now, at her
going, my ebbing breath returned again, and the blood
thrilled joyfully through my veins.
Juan crossed himself in amaze ! he had noticed mo shrinking
and shuddering beneath her glance, and doubtless framed
the most horrible notions of an influence which could work
upon me so potently. He, too, had met with hia o^ox
w
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THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 885
reality to deprive me of even the chances of defence ? All
these considerations shaped themselves so reasonably, and
agreed together so naturallyi as to induce conviction ; and
looking upon myself as a victim already marked for destruc-
tion, it only remained for me to exercise all my sagacity and
mental energy to extricate myself from the toils. Flight,
I had resolved, was impracticable, — and if I should demand
my arms, the result of such an application was obviously
certain ; I dared not even hint a suspicion : but why do I
speak of suspicions ? they were immediately to be ripened
into an appalling certainty.
I had not communicated my thoughts to Juan, knowing
too well his impetuous and indiscreet character ; but in the
meantime his own fears had been busy with him, and his
depression was aggravated by the circumstance that ho had
not been able to procure any wine from the innkeeper, who
swore that he had not so much as a flask left in his house.
It would have been difficult to believe that one of his pro-
fession should be so indifferently provided ; but this asser-
tion, made in the face of all the flasks and flagons of his
revellers, convinced me that he felt his own mastery over us,
and was resolved to let us cost him as little as possible.
Juan was in despair ; his courage was always proportioned
to the wine he had taken, and feeling at this moment an
urgent necessity for its assistance, he resolved to supply him-
self by a stolen visit to the cellar. He had shrewdly taken
note of its situation during a temporary assistance rendered
to the innkeeper, and made sure that by watching his oppor-
tunity he could reach it unperceived. It seemed to require
no small degree of courage to venture in the dark upon such
a course ; but the excitement was stronger than fear could
overbalance; and plucking off his boots, to prevent any
noise, ho set forth on his expedition. No sooner was ha
3;j6 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
gone, than I began to perceire the danger to which such aa
imprudent step might subject us ; but it wu too late to be
recalled, and I was obliged to wait in no toij enTiable
nnxiety for his return.
The interval was tediouslj long^ or seemed eo^ before he
made his appearance. He bore a small can : and, from hia
looks, had mot with no serious obstacle ; but whether the
theft had been observed, or it happened simply by <^K4>"i?f>^
the Innkeeper entered close upon his heda There ia some-
times an instinctive presence of mind inspired by the aspect
of danger; and guided by this impulse, in an instant I
extinguished the light as if by accident For a time^ at
least, we were sheltered from discovery. The Innkeeper
tui*ued back — it was a critical moment for us, — but even in
that moment the unruly spirit of drink prompted my unlucky
servant to take a draught of his stolen beverage, and im-
mediately afterwards I heard him spitting it forth again, in
evident disgust with its flavour. In a few momenta the
Innkeeper returned with a lamp, and as soon as he was gone
the liquor was eagerly inspected^ and to our unspeakable
horror, it had every ap{>earance of blood ! It was impossible
to suppress the effect of the natural disgust which affected
Juan at tliis loathsome discovery — he groaned aloud, he
vomited violently, the Innkeeper again came in upon us, and
though I attributed the illness of my servant to an internal
rupture which occasioned him at times to spit up blood, it
was evident that he gave no credit to the explanation. He
seemed to comprehend the whole scene at a glance. In fact,
the vessel, with its homd contents, stood there to confront
me, and I gave up my vain attempt in silent and absolute
despair.
If wo were not before devoted to death, this deadly cir-
cumstance had decided our fate. His own safety, indeed.
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 337
would enforce upon the Innkeeper the necessity of our being
sacrificed. The fellow, meanwhile, departed without uttering
a syllable : but I saw in his look that his determination was
sealed, and that my own must be as promptly resolved. I
had before thought of one measure as a last desperate re-
source. This was to avail myself of the favourable interest
I had excited in the daughter — to appeal to her pity — to
awaken her, if possible, to a sympathy with my danger, and
invoke her interference to assist my escape. Yet how could
I obtain even an interview for my purpose ? Strange that I
should now wish so ardently for that very being whose
presence had so lately seemed to mo a curse. Now I listened
for her voice, her step, with an impatience never equalled,
perhaps, but by him for whom she had crazed. My whole
hope rested on that resemblance which might attract her
again to gaze on a shadow, as it were, of his image, and I
was not deceived. She came again, and quietly seating
herself before me, began to watch me with the same ear-
nestness.
Poor wretch ! now that I knew her history, I regarded
her with nothing but tenderness and pity. Her love might
have burned as bright and pure as ever was kindled in a
maiden's bosom ; and was she necessarily aware of the un-
hallowed profession of its object? He might have been
brave, generous — in love, at least honoured and honourable,
and compared with the wretches with whom her home asso-
ciated her, even as an angel of light. Would his fate else
have crushed her with that eternal sorrow 1 Such were my
reflections on the melancholy ruin of the woman before me ;
and if my pity could obtain its recompence in hers I was
saved !
Hope catches at straws. I saw, or fancied in her looks,
an affectionate expression of sympathy and anxiety, that I
VOL. v. "i^
833 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
eagerly interpreted in my own behalf; but the result
this anticipation. It was ovident that my most impaaMoned
words produced no corresponding impression on her mind*
l^Iy voice even seemed to disjiel the illusion that was raised
by my features, and rising up, she was going to withdraw,
but tliat I detained her by seizing her hand.
'' Xo, no ; ** she said, and made a slight effiart to firee
herself ; " you are not Andreas."
'* No, my poor maiden,** I said, *' I am not Andreas ; bat
am I not his image ? Do I not remind you of his look, of
his features ] **
" Yes, yes," she replied quickly, "you are like my Andreas
— you are like him here,** and she stroked back the hiur from
my forehead ; " but his hair was darker than this," and the
mournful remembrance for the first time filled her dull eyes
with tears.
This was an ausj)icious omen. Whilst I saw only her hot
glazed eyes, as if the fever within had parched up every tear,
I despaired of exciting her sympathy with an external interest;
but now that her grief and her malady even seemed to relent
in this effusion, it was a favourable moment for renewing my
appeal. I addressed her in the most touching voice I oould
assume.
" You loved Andreas, and you say I resemble him; for his
sake, will you not save me from perishing 1 *'
Her only answer was an unconscious and wondering look.
" I know too well,** I continued, " that I am to perish, and
you kuow it likewise. Am I not to be murdered this very
night ] "
She made no reply ; but it seemed as if she had compre-
hended my words. Could it be, that with that strange
cunning not uncommon to insanity, she thus dissembled in
order to cover her own knowledge of the murderous designs
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 839
of her &ther1 I resolved, at least, to proceed on this suppo-
sition, and repeated my words in a tone of certainty. This
decision had its effect ; or else, her reason had before been
incompetent to my question.
*' Yes ! yes ! yes 1 ** she said, in a low hurried tone, and
with a suspicious glance at the door, '^ it is so ; he will come
to you about midnight. You are the son of the old man we
strangled."
Conceive how I started at these words! They literally
Bttmg my ears. It was not merely that my worst fears were
verified, as regarded the fate of my unde ; for, doubtless, he
was the victim — or, that I was looked upon and devoted to a
bloody death as his avenger ; for these announcements I was
already prepared ; but there was yet another and a deeper
cause of horror : — ** The old man that we strangled ! " Had
that wild maniac then lent her own hands to the horrid deed,
— had she, perhaps, helped to bind, — to pluck down and hold
the struggling victim,— to stifle his feeble cries, — ^nay, joined
her strength even to tighten the fatal cord ; or wa3 it that
she only implicated herself in the act, by the use of an equi-
vocal expression 1 It might merely signify, that it was the
act of some of those of the house ; with whom, by habit, she
included herself as a part At the same time, I could not
but remember^ that even the female heart has been known
to become so hardened by desperation and habitudes of
crime, as to be capable of the most ferocious and remorseless
cruelties. She had too, those some black eyes and locks,
which I have always been accustomed to think of in con-
nection with Jael and Judith, and all those stem-hearted
women, who dipped their unfaltering hands in blood. Her
brain was dizzy, her bosom was chilled, her sympathies were
dead and torpid, and she might gaze on murder and all its
horrors, with her wonted apathy and iadiS<&T«CkS^« ^^^s?tos^»
MO THR SPANISH TRAGEDY.
a being then was I going to commit my safety 1 To one^ who
frum the cradle had been nursed amid scenes of bloodshed
and violence ; whose associates had ever been the fierce and
the lawless ; whose lover even had been a leader of banditti ;
and hy his influence and example, might make even murder
and cruelty lose some portion of their natural blackneaa and
hori-or.
It niiglit happen, that in these thoughts I wronged that
unhappy creature ; but my dismal situation predisposed me to
regard everything in the most unfavourable light I had cause
fur a])prchension in every sound that was raised, — ^in everj
foot that stirred, — in whatever face I met, — ^that belonged to
that hurrible ])lace. Still, my present experiment was the
last, short of mere force, which I could hope would avail me ;
and I resumed the attempt It seemed prudent, in order to
quiet the suspicion I had excited, that I should first disclaim
all connection or interest in the unfortunate victim ; and I
thought it not criminal, in such an extremity, to have
recourse to a falsehood.
** Wliat you say,'* I replied to her, "of an old man being
murdered, is to me a mystery. If such an occurrence has
happened, it is no doubt lamentable to some one ; but as for
my father, I trust, that for these many years he has been
with the blessed in the presence of God. For myself, I am
a traveller, and the purposes of my journey are purely mer-
cantile. My birth-place is England, — but, alas ! I shall never
see it again ! You tell me I am to die to-night, — that I am
to perish by violence ; — and have you the heart to rcsigu me
to such a horrible fate ? You have power or interest to save
me ; let me not perish by I know not what cruelties. I have
a home far away — let it not bo made desolate. Lot me return
to Diy nife, and to my yo\mg cV\\^T<iTi, twcA \>me^ ^\^ ^sixVj
bloss thcc at the foot of out eltw»\"
TH£ SPANISH TRAGEDY. 841
I believe the necessity of tbo occasion inspired me with a
suitable eloquence of voice and manner ; for these words, un-
true as thej were, made a visible impression on the wild being
to whom thej were addressed. As I spoke of violence and
cruelty she shuddered, as if moved bj her own terrible asso-
ciations with these words ; but when I came to the mention
of my wife and children, it evidently awakened her com-
passion ; and all at once, her womanly nature burst through
the sullen clouds that had held it in eclipse.
" Oh, no— no — ^no ! " she replied, hurriedly ; " You must
not die — ^your babes will weep else, and your wife will craze.
Andreas would have said thus too, but he met with no pity
for all the eyes that wept for him."
She clasped her forehead for a moment with her hands,
and continued : — ^* But I must find a way to save you. I
thought, when he died, I could never pity any one again ;
but he will be glad in Heaven, that I have spared one for his
sake.**
A momentary p^g shot through me at these touching
words, when I remembered how much I had wronged her by
my injurious suspicions; but the consideration of my personal
Aafety quickly engrossed my thoughts, and I demanded
eagerly to know by what means she proposed to effect my
escape. She soon satisfied me that it would be a trial of my
utmost fortitude. There was a secret door in the paneling
of my allotted bed-chamber, which communicated with her
own, and by this, an hour before midnight, she would guide
me and provide for my egress from the house ; but she could
neither promise to prociu-e me my horse, nor to provide for
the safety of the unlucky Juan, who was destined to be
lodged in a loft hr distant from my apartment. It \&2s:^V:3p^
im^ned that I listened w\i\i a -^^rj \3ccw^^^% ««^ "^ ]^^^^^^
amuig'ement ; by which, clone^ xmarcftfi^^'V^^^ ^w^ ««^»2^
;i!i'
i^iCiv t'> tlie
(ijipusilioii to any arrangements whicl
etlQe carefully the slighteat indications i
my lipa for ever in eilenoe on theM ere
avoid any expresuoa or mOTement whid
to her father ; with theM cantiona, uic
ia token of her Bincerity, she left me.
I was alone ; Juan, on soma oocaaion
I was left to the companionahip of refle
a feTeriah inteiral could not be anything
one time, I calculated the many chance
the continuance of tbii Tational iat«in
maniac ; then I doubted her poirer of sav
the means she had propoaed as existing i
be her ovn delusion as well as mine. 1
myself whether it was not an act of m
I should accept of delivemice without
safety of my poor aerrant.
These thoughts utterly unnerred me.
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 843
One of these subjects of my anxiety I might have spared
myself. The Innkeeper abruptly entered, and with a look
and tone of seeming dissatisfaction, informed me that Juan
had decamped, taking with him my arms, and whatever of
my portable property he had been able to lay his hands
upon. So far then, if the tale was true, he was safe ; but it
seemed wonderful by what means he could have eluded a
vigilance which, doubtless, included him in its keeping ; and
still more, that at such a moment he should have choseix to
rob me. A minute ago I would have staked my fortune on
his honesty, and my life on his fidelity. The story was too
improbable ; but, on the other hand, it was but too likely
that he had either been actually despatched, or else in some
way removed from me, that I might not claim his company
or assistance in my chamber.
There was only one person who was likely to solve these
doubts, and she was absent ; and I began to consider that in
order to give time and scope for her promised assistance, it
was necessary that I should retire. To ask in a few words
to be shown to my room seemed an easy task : but when I
glanced on the dark scowling features of my chamberlain,
harshly and vividly marked by the strong light and shade,
as he bent over the lamp, even those few words were beyond
my utterance. To meet such a visage, in the dead of night,
thrusting apart one*s curtains, would be a sufficient warning
for death I The ruffian seemed to understand and anticipate
my unexpressed desire, and taking up the lamp, proposed to
conduct me to my chamber. I nodded assent, and he began
to lead tlie way in the same deep silence. A mutual and
conscious antipathy seemed to keep us from speaking.
Our way led through several dark, narrow passa^a^^a&d.
through one or two smaOi Tooma, '^\iv3!CL \ VjrX. ^^ •'ots^
iwonnoitring. The accam\ia.te^ cft\i^<3t» ^\steix\sss»%^«««
3U THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
all the angles of tho ceilings, the old dingy famitimi^ and
the yisiblo neglect of cleanliness, gave them an aspect of
dreariness that chilled mo to the very souL Aa I pasaed
through them, I fancied that on the dostj floors I oould
tnice tho stains of blood ; the walls seemed spotted and
splashed with the same hue ; the rude hands of my heat-
guide even seemed tinged with it As though I had gaaed
on the sun, a crimson blot hovered before me whererer I
looked, and imbued all objects with this horrible ooloun
Every moving shadow, projected by the lamp on the walls^
seemed to be the passing spectre of some one who had here
been munlored, sometimes confronting me at a door, some-
times looking down upon me from the ceiling, or echoing me,
stop by step, up the old, crazy stairs ; still following me,
indeed, whithersoever I went, as if conscious of our approach-
ing fellowship !
At last I was informed that I stood in my allotted diam-
ber. I instantly and mechanically cost my eyes towards the
window, and a moment's glance sufficed to show me that it
was strongly grated. This movement did not escape the
vigilant eye of my companion.
"Well, Scnor," he said, "what dost think, have I not
bravely barricaded my chateau 1 "
I could make no answer. There was a look and tone of
triumph and malicious irony, accompanying the question,
that would not have suffered me to speak calmly. The
ruffian had secured his victim, and looked upon me, no
doubt, as a spider docs upon its prey, which it has in-meshed,
and leaves to be destroyed at its leisure. Fortunately, I
recollected his daughter s caution, and subdued my emotion
in his presence ; but my heart sank within me at his exit, as
I heard tlio door lock \>cbm^ \\vd\, wA l^\. txx^^iS&\s».
prisoner. All the horriWe xiam.\:vNe^ \V^ t^ ^-t V««^
THE SPAliaSH TRAGEDY. 845
related of midnight assassinations, of travellers murdered in
such very abodes as this, thronged into mj memory with a
vivid and hideous fidelity to their wild and horrible details.
A fearful curiosity led me towards the bed ; a presentiment
that it would afford me some unequivocal confirmation of
these fears ; and I turned over the pillow, with a shuddering
conviction that on the under side I should be startled with
stains of blood. It was, however, fair, snow-white indeed ;
and the sheets and coverlet were of the same innocent colour.
I then recollected the secret panel. It was natural that
I should be eager to verify its existence, but with the strictest
inspection I could make, I was unable to discover any trace
of it Panels indeed opened upon me from every side ; but
it was only to usher forth hideous phantoms of armed ruffians,
with brandished daggers, that vanished again on a moment's
scrutiny : and as these panels were only creations of my
imagination, so that one for which I sought had no existence,
I doubted not, but in the bewildered brain of a maniac
Thus then, my- last avenue to escape was utterly anni-
hilated, and I had no hope left but in such a despairing
resistance as I might make by help of the mere bones and
sinews with which God had provided me. The whole furni-
ture of the chamber would not afford me an effective weapon,
and a thousand times I cursed myself that I had not sooner
adopted this desperate resolution, while such rude arms as a
fire-place could supply me with were within my reach. There
was now nothing left for me but to die ; and Antonio would
have another victim to avenge. Alas ! would he ever know
how or where I had perished ; or that I had even passed the
boundaries of death ! I should fall unheard, unseen, unwept,
and my unsoothed spirit would walk unavenged^ with th$v»^
shadows I had fancied wandeim^. 'YVi'^T^'^'^fcNlv^^xLTsa^SvsB^
me. My brain whirled dixiAVy to\x\A\ ^1 ^^^ '^rsso^R^
346 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
parched hj the fever of my thoughts, and hastening to the
window, I tiirew open a little wicket for air : a gratefbl guah
of wiud ira mediately entered ; but the lamp with which I
had been making my fi-uitless search, was still in my hand
and that gust extinguished it
Darkness was now added to all mj other evilL Then
was no moon or a single star ; the night was intensely
obscure, and groping mj way back to the bed, I cast mjaelf
upon it in an agony of despair. I cannot describe the dread>
ful storm of passions that shook me : fear, anguish, horror,
self-reproach, made up the terrible chaos; and then came
rage, and I vowed, if ever I survived, to visit my tonnentorB.
with a bloody and fierce retribution. I have said that the
room was utterly dark, but imagination peopled it with
terrific images ; and kept my eyes straining upon the gloom,
with an attention painfully intense. Shadows blocker even
than the night, seemed to pass and repass before me ; the
curtains were grasped and withdrawn ; visionaiy armSy fur-
nished with glancing steel, were uplifted and descended again
into obscurity. Every sense was assailed; the silence was
interrupted by audible breathings — slow, cautious footsteps
stirred across the floor — imagined hands travelled stealthily
over the bedclothes, as if in feeling for my hce. Then I
heard distant shrieks, and recognised the voice of Juan in
piteous and gradually stifled intercession ; sometimes the bed
seemed descending under me, as if into some yawning vault
or cellar ; and at others, faint fumes of sulphur would seem
to issue from the floor, as if designed to suffocate me,
without afTording mo even the poor chance of resistance.
At length a sound came, which my ear readily distinguished,
bj its distinctness, from tho mere suggestions of fear : it
was the cautious unlocking and o^mTi^ ol ^^ \wst. \t^
eyea turning instantly in tWt dVwiXAoxi, >k«^ ^»««\i ^^
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 847
tended, but there was not a glimmer of light even accom-
panied the entrance of m j imknown visitor : but it was a
man*s foot. A boiling noise rushed through my ears, and
my tongue and throat were parched with a sudden and
stifling thirst. The power of utterance and of motion seemed
at once to desert me ; my heart panted as though it were
grown too large for my body, and the weight of twenty
mountains lay piled upon my breast. To lie still, however,
was to be lost. By a violent exertion of the will, T flung
myself out of the bed, fiurthest from the door ; and scarcely
had I set foot upon the ground, when I heard something
strike against the opposite side. Immediately afterwards a
heavy blow was given — a second — a third ; the stabs them-
selves, as well as the sound, seemed to fkU upon my very
heart A cold sweat rushed out upon my forehead. I felt
sick, my limbs bowed, and I could barely keep myself from
falling. It was certain that my absence would be promptly
discovered : that a search would instantly commence, and
my only chance was, by listening intensely for his footsteps^
to discern the course and elude the approaches of my foe.
I could hear him grasp the pillows, and the rustling of the
bed-clothes as he turned them over in his search. For a
minute all was then deeply, painfully silent. I could fancy
him stealing towards me, and almost supposed the warmth
of his breath against my face. I expected every instant to
feel myself seized, I knew not where, in his grasp, and my
flesh was ready to shrink all over from his touch. Such an
interval had now elapsed as I judged would suffice for him to
traverse the bed ; and in fietct the next moment his foot
struck against the wainscot close beside me, followed by a
long hasty sweep of his arm along the wall — it seemed to
pass over my head. Then aH 'wtJA ^iSl ^Jg^^ «!^M\v^ T^woaR^
to listen ; meanwhile I strode ovoy, iActL^i ^ ^^aJi^o.^ \»^ "^^
n hri-hl spot or crevice in the ivall
to keep 1IIJ- oyca steadiiy fixed, juc
should be warned of the appittw
iU intercepting the light. On «
but I have reason to beUere tt '
movement of my own, for jiut M J
the approach, as I oonoeived, of ay
leiEcd from behind. The crisis wa
were consummated ; I was hi the ii
A fierce and desperate atmggli
which, from its nature, oonld be bi
was defenceless, bnt m^ advenai; wi
he might aim his dagger, I was diaal
ness, firom warding off the blow. 1
depended only on the strength and p
bring to the conflict. A momentar]
indicated that my foe was about to n
and my immediate impulse was U
round the body, as to (l(m»<-" *-"
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 819
From a dogged shame, perhaps, or whatever cause, the
ruffian did not deign to summon any other to his aid, but
endeavoured, singly and silently, to accomplish his bloody
task. Not a word, in fact, was uttered on either part — not
a breathing space even was allowed by our brief and des-
perate struggle. Many violent efforts were made by the
wretch to disengage himself, in the course of which we were
often forced against the wall, or hung balanced on straining
sinews, ready to full headlong on the floor. At last, by one
of these furious exertions, we were dashed against the wall,
and the paneling giving way to our weight, we were precipi-
tated with a fearfill cnush, but still clinging to each other,
down a considerable descent. On touching the ground,
however, the violence of the shock separated us. The
ruffian, fortunately, had fallen undermost, which stunned
him, and gave me time to spring upon my feet.
A moment's glance round told me that we had fallen
through the secret panel, spoken of by the maniac, into her
own chamber ; but my eyes were too soon riveted by one
object, to take any further note of the place. It was her —
that wild, strange being herself, just risen from her chair at
this thundering intrusion, drowsy and bewildered, as if from
a calm and profound sleep. She that was to watch, to snatch
me from the dagger itself had forgotten and slept over the
appointment that involved my very existence !
But this was no time for wonder or reproach. My late
assailant was lying prostrate before me, and his masterless
weapon was readily to be seized and appropriated to my own
defence. I might have killed him, but a moment's reflection
showed me that his single death, whilst it might exasperate
his fellows, could tend but little to my safety. This was yet
but a present and temporary Recvmte;j \ ^ T«s^>Xfc^ \sl^\. ^
reprieve, from the fate that imYvciiieA. o^ct TSift. ^X^^^^Nsa*-
a;,Miii fiiiiii liiT memory, like irord;
c\:LUJLtuiti<jii uiily lasted for a mon
viDce me of this unwdoome res
could hare bocn expected from the i
intclligcnoea of a maniaot I wot
built up a single hope on bo ilippet^
It troa now too latfi to anaign
cousequence ; a few minat«8 would i
BL-iousnesB, and thoM were all that i
or arail mjBclf of aojr panage for
other entrance woa immediatelj appai
this chamber must hare wme other i
which I had so usespectedlj aniTe
proved to be ooirect
There waa a trap-door, in one cor
with beneath. To eep^ it — to graa]
up — ^were the tranBac*!"'— -'
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 351
Belves, and proceeded to blows f The disorder and distraction
incident to such a tumult could not but be highly &yourable
to mj purpose ; and I was just on the point of stepping
through the aperture, when the ruffian behind me, as if
aroused bj the uproar, sprang upon his feet, rushed past me
with a speed that seemed to be ux*ged by alarm, and bounded
through the trap-door. The room beneath was in darkness^
so that I was unable to distinguish his course, which his inti-
mate knowledge of the place, neyertheless, enabled him to
pursue with ease and certainty.
As soon as his footsteps were unheard, I followed, with
less speed and celerity. I might, indeed, haye possessed my-
self of the lamp which stood upon the table, but a light
would infallibly haye betrayed me, and I continued to grope
my way in darkness and ignorance to the lower chamber.
An influx of sound, to the left, denoted an open door, and
directing my course to that quarter, I found that it led into
a narrow passage. As yet I had seen no light ; but now a
cool gush of air seemed to promise that a few steps onward
I should meet with a window. It proyed to be only a loop-
hole. The noise as I adyanced had meanwhile become more
and more yiolent, and was now eyen accompanied by ir-
regular discharges of pistols. My yicinity to the scene of
contest made me hesitate. I could eyen distinguish yoices,
and partially understood the blasphemies and imprecations
that were most loudly uttered. I had before attributed this
tumult to a brawling contention amongst the inmates them-
selyes, but now the indications seemed to be those of a more
serious strife. The dischai^s of fire-arms were almost in-
cessant, and the shouts and cries were like the cheers of
onset and battle, of fiuy and anguish. The banditti had
doubtless been tracked and assaulted m \Xi€vx ^<qs*dl \ «s^^ >N>
bocame necessary to consider "what co>xn» m «vs53«5v. ^ ^»»^^
»2 THE SVASlsB TBAGEDY.
vu tL« i.v>.t j'Ti'i'rz.t for QM: Xo tdopL Slioqld I seek fijr
wjt:.': \^as'm *A c^^r^oc'Suzcexsl, aiid there await tlw nne of a
<yyrjr'.%*, vh^'.h voT^H t&vvt pr^bablj terminate in fitvoiir of
jrift*..v: ? — -'.r '**ijLU*. I iiot nah«r U/ ha&ten and lend all mj
eri':r;r.':r. v^ *hc- caay.- 1 I ttill LeM in mj hand the dagger,
of iiih.',}i 1 }.a/i \fM^r^z*\ rnjself ; but could it be hoped that,
tbiiA iij*iMiri*.'.'*.]y aruiC'i, if anued it might be *^ll*»*<^ mj
fc^.'bl': aid cy'ild c-bv/iitiiillj a^utribute to such a Tictury I
TU*: 'h.-^j.-'siou %'i»M tM Muddculj as unexpectedlj reaolTcd.
A f.Aiii.].:ir y/i'x, nkhlch I could not rn\m^m\»^ though loud and
nivii«;( fur ti}yj\i: iu natural pitch, amidst a clamour of fiftj
othon^— htrii'-k on ruy ear; and no othtf call was neceaBary
*o prodjiituti; iny htcj/H tovardis the socne of action. I bad
jct to lr:tvci>/; it/jme [lUJiKagcs, which the increase of light
enabled uui to ^lo njore rcadilj. The smoke, the din, the
fLunh'iu'f^ n. licet ioiiH along the walls, now told me that I was
cloisfj u\t<tu tho Htrife ; and in a few moments, on turning an
abrupt iiU'^k'f I had it in all its confusion before me.
Tlic fjrht and nearest o)iject that struck me was the Bgore
of the innkeeper himself, aj)parcntlj in the act of reloading
h'lH \i'u:cfi. iliti back was towards mc, but I could not mistake
his tall and nnuicuLir fraino. On hearing a step behind him,
he turned huHtily round, discharged a pistol at mj head, and
then diMip])eured in the thickest of the tumult. The ball,
h<iwev('r, only whizzed \)tvit my ear ; but not harmless, for
iniined lately afterwards I felt some one reel against me from
behind, cIiihj) nio for an instant by the shoulders, and tlien
rt)ll downwards to the floor. The noise, and the exciting in-
tercHt which hurried nie hither hud hindered mc from pcr-
ctiivin;; that 1 was followed, and I turned eagerly round to
ONcertuiu who liad become the victim of the mis-directed
Bluft, It was lUo rv\VYva\\*\& ov;\\ dvxM^Uter \ the unhappy
THE SPANISH TRAQEDT. 85]>
his hand iho last pang it was destined to endure ; a angle
groan was all that the poor wretch had uttered. I felt an
inexpressible shock at this horrid catastrophe. I was stained
with her blood, particles of her brain even adhered to mj
clothes ; and I was glad to escape from the horror excited
bj the harrowing spectacle, bj plunging into the chaos before
ma Further than of a few moments, during which, how-
ever, I had exchanged and parried a number of blows and
thrusts, I have no recollection. A spent ball on the rebound
struck me directly on the forehead, and laid me insensible
under foot, amidst the dying and the dead.
When I recovered, I found myself lying on a bed — the
same, by a strange coincidence, that I had already occupied ;
but the fkjoea around me, though warlike, were friendly.
My first eager inquiries, as soon as I could speak, were for
my friend Antonio, for it was indeed his voice that I had
recognised amidst the conflict, but I could obtain no direct
answer. Sad and silent looks, sighs and tears, only made up
the terrible response. He was then slain ! Nothing but
death indeed would have kept him at such a moment from
my pillow. It availed nothing to me that the victory had
been won, that their wretched adversaries were all prisoners
or destroyed ; at such a price, a thotuiand of such victories
would have been dearly purchased. If I could have felt any
consolation in his death, it would have been to learn that his
arm had first amply avenged in blood the murder of the
Cond4— that the Ipnkeeper had been cleft by him to the
heart — ^that numbers of the robbers had perish^ by his
heroic hand : but I only replied to the tidingii with tears for
my friend, and regrets that I had not died with him. How
cruelly, by his going before me, had the sweet belief of oui
youth been falsified ! Was it ^po»\Aft >i3Q».\. \ \a^«Qrra^
perhape to Bee the grass gro^ o^^ 'tj^a '^e^?*^ % ^*^^^
VOL, V.
h%
Tcni}thitiiiL: tlio loss of my beloved f
in(li>peiis:il)lt' duties recalled the ener
diverted me from a grief which wotilc
me. The last sacred rites remidned to
dead ; aud although the fate of the Og
divined, it was necessary to establiah
discovery of his remains. The prisonen
on this point maintained an obetina'
researches of the military had hither
except to one poor wretch, whcmi they r
Buffering and probable death.
I have related the disappearance of n
my suspicions as to the cause of hJB afc
have verged nearly on the truth. He I
appeared, from inunediate danger, by a
with the invitations of the banditti to ei
numbers; but as a precaution or a dfo
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. S55
I resolved to lead this new inquisition mjselE Juan's
sickening and disgustful recollections, which now pointed his
suspicions, would not let him be present at the examination ;
but he directed us by such minute particulars, that we had
no difficulty in finding our way to the spot There were
other traces, had they been necessary for our guidance : stains
of blood were seen on descending the stairs and across the
floor, till they terminated at a large barrel or tun, which
stood first of a range of several others, on the opposite side of
the cellar. Here then stood the vessel that contained the
object of our searcL My firm conviction that it was so made
me see, as through the wood itself, the mutilated appearance
which I had conceived of my ill-fi&ted imcle. The horrible
picture overcame me; — and whilst I involuntarily turned
aside, the mangled quarters of a human body, and finaUy the
dissevered head, were drawn forth from the infernal re-
ceptacle ! As soon as I dared turn my eyes, they fell upon
the fearful spectacle ; but I looked in vain for the lineaments
I had expected to meet. The remains were those of a
middle-aged man ; the features were quite imknown to me ;
but a profusion of long black hair told me at a glance, that
this was not the head of the aged Condi Neither could this
belong to the old man who had been alluded to by the
maniac as having been strangled Our search must, therefore,
be extended.
The neighbouring barrel, frt)m its sound, was empty, and
the next likewise; but the third, and last one, on being
struck, gave indicatiops of being occupied ; perhaps, by con-
tents as horrible as those of the first. It was, however, only
half filled with water. There was still a smaller cellar,
communicating with the outer one by a narrow arched
passage ; but, on examination, it ^f^^^^^^*^^^^^^'^^''^'^^'^
to its original and legitimalo -gvnngaftfe, Vst SX ^OT5^»ss«^ '^
S56 THE SPANISH TRAGEDY.
oonsidcrablo quAntity of wine. Evciy reoeai^ ereiy nook
was carefully inspected; the floors in particular were mi-
nutely cxamiucd, but they supplied no appeannoe of faaTing
been recently disturbed
This unsuccessful result almost begat a doubt in me
whether, indeed, this place had been the theatre of the
imputed tragedy ; my strongest belief had been founded on
the \v'ords of the maniac, in allusion to the old man who had
been strangled; but her story pointed to no deteiminate
period of time, and might refer to an occurrence of many
years back. Surely the police and the military, Antonio
certainly, had been led hither by some more perfect informa-
tion. I had neglected, hitherto, to possess myself of the
particulars which led to their attack on the house ; but the
answers to my inquiries tended in no way to throw any light
upon the fate of the Cond6. Antonio, in his progress through
the mountains, had fallon in with a party of the proTincial
militia, who were scouring tho country in pursuit of the
predatory bands that infested it; and the capture of a
wounded robber had furnished them with the particulan
which led to their attack upon the inn. The dying wretch
had been eagerly interrogated by Antonio, as to his know-
ledge of tho transactions of his fellows ; but though he could
obtain no intelligence of the Cond^, his impetuous spirit
made him readily unite himself with an expedition against
a class of men, to whom ho confidently attributed the old
nobleman's mysterious disapx>earance. The mournful sequel
I have related. His vengeance was amply but dearly sated
on the Innkeeper and his bloodthirsty associates ; — ^but tho
fate of my uncle remained as doubtful as ever.
The discovery was reser\'ed for chance. One of tho
troopers, in shifting somo \\ttet Va V>aft ^\a^:^^!^ x^xs^&xkfid that
tbo earth and etones bcnealYi «Li^v^^TG^\.o\^x^\««o.T««ii.^^
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 857
turned up : the fact ¥ras immediately commimicated to his
officer, and I "was summoned to be present at this new
investigation. The men had already begxm to dig when I
arriyed, and some soiled fragments of clothes which they
turned up, cdready assured them of the natiure and the near-
ness of the deposit A few moments' more labom: sufficed
to lay it bare; and then, by the torchlight, I instantly
recognised the grey hairs and the features of him of whom
we were in search. All that remained of my imcle lay before
me ! The starting and blood-distended eyes, the gaping
mouth, the blackness of the face, and a livid mark roimd the
neck, confirmed the tale of the maniac as to the cruel mode
of his death. May I never gaze on such an object again !
Hitherto, the excitement, the labour, the uncertainty of
the search had sustained me ; but now a violent re-action
took place, a reflux of all the horrors I had jiritnessed and
endured rushed over me like a flood ; and for some time I
raved in a state of high delirium. I was again laid in bed,
and in the interval of my repose, preparations were made for
our departiure. The bodies of the slain robbers and militiar
men were promptly interred, and after securing all the
portable efiects of any value, which the soldiers were allowed
to appropriate as a spoil, the house was ordered to be fired,
as afibrding too eligible a refuge and rendezvous for such
desperate associations. At my earnest request, a separate
grave had been provided for the remains of the unfortunate
maniac, which were committed to the earth with all the
decencies that our limited time and means could afibrd.
The spot had been chosen at the foot of a tall pine, in the
rear of the house, and a small cross carved in the bark of the
tree was the only memorial of this ill-starred girL
These cares, speedily executed, oocvsc^v^^ 'C^ ^ss:^>cst5!sSK-k
sndJuBt at siimise we commencedi o\mc TDSMcOsi. K^Ktfs«^>
8&3 THE SPANISH TRAQEDr.
maatcrlcss by the death of one of the troopen^
to me; two othen were more nioumfullj occupied by tlM
bodied of Antonio and the Cond^ cadi ooTered with a ooum
sliect ; and tho captiTe robbers followed, bound, with their
faces l>ackward, upon the luukeepei^B mulci^ The Inn-
keoper*8 wife was amongst the pruBonen^ and her loud
lameutatiuns, breaking out afresh at eveiy few peoei^
prevailed even orer tho boisterous meniment of the tioopen
and the luw-muttcred imprecations of the banditti When,
from the rciir, I looked upon this wild prooenion, in the cold
grey light of tlie morning winding down the monntaini^ ♦ii^*
warlike escort, those two horseSy with their funereal burthens^
tho fierce, scowling faces of the prisoners^ confronting me *
and then turned back, and distinguished the tall pine-tree,
and saw the dense column of smoke soaring npwaid from
those ancient ruins, as from some altar dedicated to Yengeance,
the whole ])ast appeared to me like a dream ! My mind,
stunned by the msignitude and mmibor of events which h%j
been crowded into a single night's space, refused to believe
that so bounded a period had sufficed for such dispropor-
tionate cflccts ; but recalled again and again evoiy scene and
evoiy f;ict, — as if to bo convinced by the vividness of the
repetitious, and tlio fidelity of the details— of a foregone
reality. I could not banish or divert these thoughts : all the
former horrors wero freshly dramatised before me; the
images of the Innkeeper, of the maniac, of Juan, of Antonio^
were successively conjured up, and acted their parts anew,
till all was finally w^ound up in tho consummation that
riveted my eyes on thoso two melancholy burthens before
me.
But I will not dwell hero on those objects as I did then.
An hour or two after Bumise '^^ evAfit^^Wsx^^VRst^ '^^
delivered up to justice i\iowi imwx^\^ ^t^\&V«^^v^ ^^^
THE SPANISH TRAGEDY. 869
afterwards to be seen impaled and blackening in the sun
throughout the province. And here also my own progress,
for three long months, was destined to be impeded. Other
lips than mine conveyed to Isabelle the dismal tidings with
which I was charged ; other hands than mine assisted in
paying to the dead their last pious dues. Excessive fatigue,
grief, horror, and a neglected wound, generated a raging
fever, from which, with difficulty, and by slow degrees, I
recovered, — alas ! only to find myself an alien on the earth,
without one tie to attach me to the life I had so unwillingly
regained 1
• • • •
I have only to speak of the fate of one more person con-
nected with this history. In the Convent of St. *•*, at
Madrid, there is one, who, by the peculiar sweetness of her
disposition, and the superior sanctity of her life, has obtained
the love and veneration of all her pure sisterhood. She is
called sister Isabelle. The lines of an early and acute sorrow
are deeply engraven on her brow, but her life is placid and
serene, as it is holy and saint-like ; and her eyes will neither
weep, nor her bosom heave a sigh, but when she recurs to
the memorials of this melancholy story. She is now nearly
ripe for heaven ; and may her bliss there be as endless and
perfect, as here it was troubled and fearfully hurried to its
close!
THE MIRACLE OF THE HOLT HERMIT.
*< Ther«*i oold meat in Um «»?«.**
In my younger days, there was much talk of an old Hermit
of great sauctity, who liTod in a rockj caye near Naplea. He
had a vcr}* reverend grey beard, which reached down to hii
middle, where liis body, looking like a piamire'a^ waa almoet
cut in two by the tightness of a stout leathern girdle^ which
he wore prokibly to restrain his hunger during hia long and
frequent abstinences. His nails, besides^ had grown long and
crooked Jikc the talons of a bird ; his arms and legs were
bare, and \m brown garments very coarse and ragged. He
never tasted flefc>li, but fed upon herbs and roota^ and drank
notliing but water; nor ever lodged anywhere, winter or
summer, but in his bleak rocky cavern ; above all, it was his
painful custom to stand for hours together with his arms
extended in imitation of the holy cross, by way of penance
and mortification for the sins of his body.
After many years spent in these austerities, he fell ill,
towards the autumn, of a mortal disease, whereupon he was
constantly visited by certain Benedictines and Cordeliers, who
had convents in the neiglibourhood ; not so much as a work
of charity and mercy, as that they were anxious to obtain his
body, for they made sure that many notable miracles might
bo wrought at his tomb. Accordingly, they hovered about
his death-bed of leaves, like so many ravens when they scent
a prey, but more jealous of each other, till the pious Hennit's
last breath at length took flight towards the skies.
As soon as ho was dead, the two friars who were watching
hiin, ran each to their several coxt^eviXA \a> t«^«t\. VJs^a «^«:c^
Tho CordeUer, being Bwiiteat oi ioot, ^«%a VX^'e. tox \i^ «r«^
THE MIRACLE OF THE HOLY HEBMTT. 8«1
<with his tidings, when he found his brethren jnst sitting
down to their noontide meal ; whereas, when the Benedictines
heard the news, thej were at prayers, which gave them the
advantage. Cutting the service short, therefore, with an
abrupt amen, they ran instantly in a body to the cave ; but
before they could well fetch their breath again, the Cordeliers
also came up, finishing their dinner as they ran, and both
parties ranged themselves about the dead Hermit. Father
Gometa, a Cordelier, and a very portly man, then stepping in
front of his fraternity, addressed them as follows :
" My dear brethren, we are too late, as you see, to receive
the passing breath of the holy man ; he is quite dead and
cold. Put your victuals out of your hands, therefore, and
with all due reverence assist me to carry these saintly relics
to our convent, that they may repose amongst his fellow
Cordeliers."
The Benedictines murmuring at this expression ; " Yea,"
added he, " I may truly call him a Cordelier, and a rigid one ;
witness his leathern girdle, which, for want of a rope, he hath
belted round his middle, almost to the cutting asunder of his
holy body. Take up, I say these precious relics;" where-
upon his followers, obeying his commands, and the Bene-
dictines resisting them, there arose a lively struggle, as if
between so many Greeks and Trojans, over the dead body.
The two fraternities, however, being equally matched in
strength, they seemed more likely to dismember the Hermit,
than to carry him off on either side, wherefore Father
Gometa, by dint of entreaties and struggling, procured a
truce. ^* It was a shameful thing," he told them, ^* for ser-
vants of the Prince of Peace, as they were, to mingle in such
an affray ; and besides, that the country people bein^ likely
to witness it, the scandal oi s\x(^ «^ \st«^ -v^-^^ ^^ \assi^
harm to them, jointly, than t\ie "poBaeeavwi ^1 ^^^^Q^^"^ ^^
362 THE MIR.\CLE OF THE HOLY HE&kxi.
be a bcnofit to cither of their orders. The religioiu men of
both ^i(lo^^ concurring in tho prudence of thla adyioe, thej
left a friar, on either port, to toko charge of the dead body,
and then adjourned, by common consent, to the house of the
IJencdictinca.
Tho chajK)! being very largo and conYenient for the pnr-
lx)KO, they went thither to carry on the debate; and, aarelj,
such a strange kind of service had never been performed
before witliin its walls. Fatlicr Gometa, standing beside a
I tainted window which made Lis face of all nftfttiw^ Qf hues^
Ix^gau in a j)om[)oii8 discourse to assert the daima of his
convent ; but Friar Jolm quickly interrupted him ; ' and
anutlicr brother contradicting Friar John^ all the xnonki^
]k;nedictincs as well as CordeUcrS) were soon talking furioualj
together, at tho samo moment. Their Babel-aigument^
tlicrcforc, were balanced against each other. At last^
brother Gerouinio, who had a shrill voice like a parrot's,
leaped upon a bench, and called out for a hearing; and,
uioreovcr, clapping two largo missals together, in the
niaini(>r of a pair of castanets, he dinned the other noise-
mongers into a tem|X)rary silence. As soon as they were
quiet — ^ This squabble/* said he, " may easily be adjusted.
As for the hermit^s body, let thoso have it, of whatever order,
who have ministered to the good man's soul, and given him
the extreme unction.**
At tliiu proposal there was a general silence throughout the
chapel; till Father Gometii, feeling what a scandal it would be
if such a man had died without the last sacrament, afiQrmed
tiiat he had given to him tho wafer ; and Father Philippe^ on
1)e]ialf of the Benedictines, declared that he had performed
the same oiHce. Thus, that seemed to have been superflu-
ouifly I'opcatod, which, iu tT\il\\,\itjA\i^\i^\j^^^^iNMst ^TSLvlt^d*
WLoivfoiv Gerouimo, at \i\a V.\:% e^xA, ^x^v^\ v>^\. Siw.
THE MIRACLE OF THE HOLT HERMIT. 813
superiors should draw lots, and had actually cut a slip or two
out of the margin of his psalter for the purpose ; but Father
Gometa relied too much on his own subtlety, to refer the
issue to mere chance. In this extremity, a certain Capuchin
happening to be present, they besought him, as a neutral
man and impartial, to lead them to some decision : and after
a little thinking, he was so fortunate as to bring them to an
acceptable method of arbitration.
The matter being thus arranged, the CordeUers returned
to their own conyent, where, as soon as they arrived, Father
Gometa assembled them all in the refectory, and spoke to
them in these words :
^' You have heard it settled, my brethren, that the claims
of our seyeral convents are to be determined by propinquity
to the cave. Now I know that our crafty rivals will omit
no artifice that may show their house to be the nearest;
wherefore, not to be wilfully duped, I am resolved to make
a proper subtraction from our own measurements. I
foresee, notwithstanding, that this measuring bout will lead
to no accommodation ; for the reckonings on both sides being
false, will certainly beget a fresh caviL Go, therefore, some
of you, very warily, and bring hither the blessed body of
the hermit, which, by God's grace, will save a great deal of
indecent dissension, and then the Benedictines may measure
as unfairly as they please."
The brethren approving of this design, chose out four of
the stoutest, amongst whom was Friar Francis, to proceed
on this expedition; and in the meantime, the event fell
out as the superior had predicted. The adverse measurers,
encountering on their task, began to wrangle; and after
belabouring each other with their rods, returned witk ca.\s^-
plaints to their separate ooiiveii\A \ \i\i\. ^Tv«:t^T«aR\^"«>i^
hiB oomradeB, proceeded pT0«peTO\is^^ \j^ ^^ ^:»2^^^"^^^st«k «^
364 THE MIRACLE OF THE HOLT HEBMIT.
found tlic dead Ixxlj of tho hermit^ but neither of the tnuut
friars wlio had l>ccn ap])ointed to keep watch.
Taking tho cnrcafio, therefore, without any obBtractioOy
on their shuuldors, they licgan to wend homewards rexj
merrily, till coming to a bjc-phico in the middle of a wood,
they u'rreed to set down their burthen awhile^ and refresh
themselves after their labours. One of the friars^ however,
of weaker ner\'e8 than tho rest, objected to the campanionship
of the dead hemiit, who with his long white beard and his
ragi^ed gsirments, which stirred now and then in the wind,
w«is in tnith a very awful object. Dragging him aside^
therefore, into a dark solitary thicket, they returned to sit
down on the grass; and pulling out their flasks, which
contiiincd some very passable wine, they began to e^joy
themselves without stint or hindrance.
The last level rays of the setting sun were beginning to
shoot through tho horizontal boughs, tinging the trunks^
which at noon aro all shady and obscure, with a flaming
gold ; but the merry friars thought it prudent to wait till
nightfall, before they ventiux?d with their chaige beyond the
friendly shelter of the wood. As soon, therefore, as it was
so &i\fely dark that they could barely distinguish each other,
they retiu-ncd to tho thicket for the body; but to their
honiblo dismay, the dead hermit had vanished, nobody
knew whither, leaving them only a handful of his grey beard
as a legacy, with a remnant or two of his tattered garments.
At this discovery, the friars wero in despair, and some of
them began to weep, dreading to go back to the convent;
but Friar Francis, being in a jolly mood, put them in better
heart.
"Wliy, what a whimpering is this," said he, "about a
dead body 1 The good ioAAier, tsj& ^q>3l Vwyw, ^^» t^^ ^^^
and did not smell over p>rce\y •, iox ^\iY^VT^^T..eL^>to^^«-s
THE MIRACLE OP THE HOLY HERMIl. 8«5
Bome hungry deyil of a wolf has relieyed us from the labour
of bearing him any farther. There is no such heretic as
your wolf is, who would not be likely to boggle at his great
piety, though I marvel he did not object to his meagreness.
I tell you, take courage, then, and trust to me to clear you,
who have brought you out of fifty such scrapes."
The friars knowing that he spoke reasonably, soon com-
forted themselves ; and running back to the convent, they
repaired, all trembling, into the presence of the superior.
Father Gometa, inquiring eagerly if they had brought the
body. Friar Francis answered boldly, that they had not;
" But here," said he, " is a part of his most reverend beard,
and also his mantle, which, like Elisha, he dropped upon us
as he ascended into heaven; tor as the pious Elisha was
translated into the skies, even so was the holy hermit,
excepting these precious relics — being torn out of our arms, as
it were by a whirlwind." Anon, appealing to his comrades,
to confirm his fabrication, they declared that it happened
with them even as he related ; and moreover, that a bright
and glorious light shining upon them, as it did upon Saul
and his company, when they journeyed to Damascus, had so
bewildered them, that they had not yet recovered their
perfect senses.
In this plausible manner, the friars got themselves dis-
missed without any penance ; but Father Gometa discredited
the story at the bottom of his heart, and went to bed in
great trouble of mind, not doubting that they had loat the
Ixxly by some negligence, and that on the morrow it would
be foimd in the possession of his rivals, the Benedictines.
The latter, however, proving as disconcerted as he was, he took
comfort, and causing the story to be set down at lar^e in. tV\&
records of the convent, and Bu\>sct\\wi^ m>i>£i \\\a \iaxssssik <:R.*OKiS^
/our&ian, he had it read pu\A\c\j on VJiva xi^xX.'^vca.^^^^s^'^
3G« THE WIDOW OF GALICIA.
the puli»it, with an cxbibition of the beard and the mantle
whicli pnK.'iirod a great deal of wonder and reverence amongst
the coni^ojration.
The Benedictines at first were vexed at the credit whidi
was thns K>st to their own convent; but being afterwaids
paeitied witli a portion of the grey hairs and a ahred or two
of the brown doth, tliev joined in the propagation of the
Btorj ; and the country people believe to thia day in the
miracle of tlie holy hermit.
THE WIDOW OF GALICIA.
"Sirs, behold in me
A wretched fRiclion of dirided lore,
A widow mneli deject ;
Whose life is but a sorry ell of crape,
Ev'n cut it when yon lift." — Old Play»
There lived in the ProYlncc of Gfldicia a lady so perfectly
beautiful, that Bho was called bj travellers, and by all indeed
who behold her, the Flower of Spain, It too firequently
happens that such handsome women are but as beautiful
weeds, useless or even noxious ; whereas with her excelling
charms, she possessed all those virtues which should
properly inhabit in so lovely a person. She had therefore
many wooera, but esixicially a certain old Knight of Castille
(bulky in person, and with hideously coarse features), who^
as he was exceedingly wealthy, made the most tempting
offers to induce her to become Iiis mistress, and fi^Upg in
that object by reason of her strict virtue, he proposed to
espouse her. But she, despising him as a bad and brutal
znau, wliich was liia c\iar;vclcT, \cV. ^aJ\ NiX\^ >^«a58«>5j, ^1 V^sa
affection on a young genWemm ol «i^\ «KaJ^ >^^^^ ^S^
THE WIDOW OF GALICIA. 867
reputation in the proidnco, and being speedily married, they
lived together for three years very happily, . Notwith-
standing this; the abominable K^night did not cease to
persecute her, till being rudely checked by her husband,
and threatened with his vengeance, he desisted for a season.
It happened at the end of the third year of their marriage,
that her husband being unhappily murdered on bis return
from Madrid, whither he had been called by a lawsuit, she
was left without protection, and from the failure of the cause
much straitened, besides, in her means of living. This time,
therefore, the Knight thought favourable to renew his
importunities, and neither respecting the sacredness of her
grief, nor her forlorn state, he molested her so continually,
that if it had not been for the love of her ^therless child,
she would have been content to die. For if the Knight was
odious before, he was now thrice hateful from his undisguised
brutality, and above all execrable in her eyes from a suspicion
that he had procured the assassination of her dear husband.
She was obliged, however, to confine this belief to her own
bosom, for her persecutor was rich and powerful, and wanted
not the means, and scarcely the will, to crush her. Many
families had thus suffered by his malignity, and therefore
gh^ only awaited the arrangement of certain private affairs,
to withdraw secretly, with her scanty maintenance, into
some remote village. There she hoped to be free from her
inhuman suitor ; but she was deUvered from this trouble in
the meantime by his death, yet in so terrible a manner, as
made it more grievous to her than his life had ever been.
It wanted, at this event, but a few days of the time when
the lady proposed to remove to her country-lodging, taking
with her a maid who was called Maria ; for since the reduc-
tion of her fortune, she had r^tam^d. \sv3l\. ^^Jkna wj^r ^kt^'ks^
Now, it happened, that ttua ^omaa ^<i\xi% ^^^ ^^ '^ ^"^
868 THE WIDOW OF OAUCIA.
ladj 8 closet, wbich was in her bed-chamber, — ao woaa as aba
hod opened the door, there tumbled forward tbo dead body
of a man ; and the police being summoned hj htr ahriek%
they soon recognised the corpse to be that of the old Gaatilian
Kniglit, though the countenance was so MaAened and dis-
figured as to seem scarcely human. It mm aufficiently
CTidcnt, that ho had perished by poison; whereupon the
unhappy lady, being interrogated, was unable to give any
account of tlio matter ; and in spite of her fair reputation,
and although she appealed to God in behalf of her innocence^
sho ^-as thrown into the common gaol along with other
reputed murderers.
The criminal addresses of the deceased Knight being
generally known, many persons who believed in her guilt,
still pitied her, and excused the cruelty of the deed on
account of tlic persecution sho had suffered from that wicked
man : — but these were the most charitable of her judges.
The violent death of her husband, which before had been
only attributed to robbers, was now assigned by scandaloua
persons to her own act ; and the whole province was shocked
that a lady of her fair seeming, and of such unblemished
character, sliould liayo brought so heavy a disgrace upon her
sex and upon human nature.
At her trial, tlicreforo, the court was crowded to excess ;
and some few generous persons were not without a hope of
her acquittal ; but tlic samo facts, as before, being proved
upon oath, and the lady still producing no justification, but
only assorting her innocence, there remained no reasonable
cause for doubting of her guilt. The Public Advocate then
began to plead, as his painful duty commanded him, for her
condemnation ; — he ui-ged the facts of her acquaintance and
bad terms with the luuvdetcd Vm^^ \ wid TCLoroQ^cr^ certain
expressions of hatred ^bici\i f^e >a»A, \««^ Vwa^ \» ^^»Jw:
THE WIDOW OF GALICIA. 109
against him. The very scene and manner of his destruction,
he said, spoke to her undoubted prejudice, — ^the first a
private closet in her own bed-chamber, — and the last by
poison, which was likely to be employed by a woman, rather
than any weapon of violence. Afterwards, he interpreted to
the same conclusion, the abrupt flight of the waiting-maid,
who, like a guilty and fearful accomplice, had disappeared
when her mistress was arrested ; and, finally, he recalled
the still mysterious fate of her late husband ; so that all
who heard him began to bend their brows solenmly, and
some reproachfully, on the unhappy object of his discourse.
Still she upheld herself, firmly and calmly, only from time to
time lifting her eyes towards Heaven ; but when she heard
the death of her dear husband touched upon, and in a
manner that laid his blood to her charge, she stood for-
ward, and placing her right hand on the head of her son,
cried : —
" So witness God, if ever I shed his father's blood, so may
this, his dear child, shed mine in vengeance.*'
Then sinking down from exhaustion, and the child weeping
bitterly over her, the beholders were again touched with
compassion, almost to the doubting of her guilt ; but the
evidence being so strong against her, she was immediately
condemned by the Court.
It was the custom in those days for a woman who had
committed murder, to be first strangled by the hangman,
and then burnt to ashes in the midst of the market-place ;
but before this horrible sentence could be pronounced on the
lady, a fresh witness was moved by the grace of God to come
forward in her behalf This was the waiting-woman, Maria,
who hitherto had remained disguised in the body of the
Court; but now, being touched V\\\i T^xasywfc ^\!lsst^a^^
aumerited distresses, she stood ^v^ on ox^a ol 'Oaft ^^^^^^^^
VOL, V.
870 TIIE GOLDEN CUP AND THE DISH OF SILTES.
and called out Garneeilj to be allowed to make her
fcssion. She then related, that she hendf had been
prevailed upon, by several great soma of monej, and stiD
more by the artful and seducing promisee of the deed
Knight, to Bccrctc bim in a doeet in her ladj^a diamber;
but that of the cause of bis death she knew nothlDg; except
that upon a shelf she bad placed some sweet oekee^ mixed
with arsenic, to poison the rats, and that the Knight being
rather gluttonous, might have eaten of them in the daik,
and so died.
At this probable explanation, the people all shonted one
shout^ antl the lady*s innocence being acknowledged, the
sentence was ordered to be reversed; but she reriving a
little at the noise, and being told of this providence, onlj
cla8])ed her hands ; and then, in a few words, commending
her son to the guardianship of good men, and saying that
she couM never survive the shame of her unworthy reproach,
she ended with a deep sigh, and expired upon the spot.
THE GOLDEN CUP AND THE DISH OF SILVER.
**B<U8, If it please jon to dine irith us f
Shy, Tes, to Bmell pork ; to eat of the habitation which year propliet^
tho Nazaritc, conjured the Devil into." — Merchant of Venice.
Evert one knows what a dog*s life the miserable Jews
lead all over the world, but especially amongst the Tnrks^
who plunder them of their riches, and slay them on the
most ffivolous pretences. Thus, if they acquire any wealth,
they are obliged to hide it in holes and comers, and to snatch
their scanty cnjoymcivtB \xy eVjwCl^ Vh T^wsro^TkCft of the
buffets and contumely oi iVvra VmAowi^A ov^wwot^
THE QOLDEK CUP AKD THE DISH OF SIL^mB. 871
In this manner lived Tussuf, a Hebrew of great wealth
and wisdom, but, outwardly, a poor beggarly druggist^ inha-
biting, with his wife, Anna, one of the meanest houses in Con-
stantinople. The curse of his nation had often fiJlen bitterl/
upon his head ; his great skill in medicine procuring him
some imcertain favour from the Turks, but, on the failure of
his remedies, a tenfold proportion of ill-usage and contempt.
In such cases, a hundred blows on the soles of his feet were
his common payment ; whereas on the happiest cures, he
was often dismissed with empty hands and some epithet of
disgrace.
As he was sitting one day at his humble door, thinking
over these miseries, a Janizary came up to him, and com-
manded Yussuf to go with him to his Aga, or captain, whose
palace was close at hand. Yussufs gold immediately weighed
heavy at his heart, as the cause of this summons ; how-
ever, he arose obediently, and followed the soldier to the Aga,
who was sitting cross-legged on a handsome carpet, with his
long pipe in his mouth. The Jew, casting himself on his
knees, with his face to the floor, began, like his brethren, to
plead poverty in excuse for the shabbiness of his appearance ;
but the Aga, interrupting him, proceeded to compliment him
in a flattering strain on his reputation for wisdom, which he
said had mode him desirous of his conversation. He then
ordered the banquet to be brought in ; whereupon the slaves
put down before them some wine, in a golden cup, and some
pork, in a dish of silver; both of which were forbidden
things, and therefore made the Jew wonder very much at
sue an entertainment. The Aga then pointing to the re-
freshments addressed him as follows : —
" Yussuf, they say you are a very wise and learned man,
and have studied deeper than aaj ou^ VJc^a xn^^XssrkRs^ ^
Dature. I have sent for you, tlieTeioTe, \x> t«w^'^^ "Oife ^"^ 'JK*"
372 THE GOLDEN CUP AND THE DISH OJT 8ILTX1L
tain doubts concerning thiB fleah and tliis liqncr before vi;
tho pork being as abominable to your religion, as tlio wine m
unto oun. But I am eapeciallj curioia to know ihm raaaoni
why your prophet ahould haye forbidden a meat, vhich bj
rt*^>ort of the CluriBtians it both saTouiy and wlftoleaome;
wherefore I will have jou to proceed fint with that aigu-
mcnt ; and, in order that you may not diionaa it negligently^
I oiu resolved, in case you fail to justify the prohihition, that
you Bluill empty the silver dish before yon stir fiom the
place. NeverthelesSy to show you that I am equoUj eandid,
I i>romisOy if you shall thereafter prove to me the unreeaon-
aMcnoss of the injunction against wine, I will drink off tKia
goMcu goblet as frankly before we part"
Tho tcrrificil Jew understood very readily the pnipoee of
this trial ; however, after a secret prayer to Moses^ he began
lu tho best way ho could to plead against the abominable
dish that was steaming under his nostrikb He fiuledy not-
withstiuidingy to convince the sceptical Ag% who, therefore^
commanded him to eat up the pork, and then begin his dia-
courso in favour of the wine.
The sad Jew, at this order, endeavoured to move the
obdurate Turk by his tears ; but the Aga was resolute^ and
drawing his crooked cimetar, declared^ ** that if Yussuf did
not instantly fall to, he would smite his head from his
sliouldei's.**
It was time, at this threat, for Yussuf to oonmiend his
soul unto Heaven, for in Turkey the Jews wear their heads
very loosely ; however, by dint of fresh tears and suppli-
cations he obtained a respite of three days^ to consider if he
could not bring forward any further aiguments.
As soon as the audience was over, Yussuf returned disoon*
solately to liia liouae, tm^i ViAorai^ Vi^ V^<k^ knxyi. of what
Lad passed bet^^eeu Vum w\Oi l\i^ K^^ '^^^ \««t -«k«ms^
THE QOLDElir CUP JlSJ) THE DISH OF SILVER. 873
foresaw dearly how the matter would end ; for it was aimed
only at the confiscation of their richea She advised Yussu^
therefore, instead of racking his wits for fresh alignments, to
carry a bag of gold to the Aga, who condescended to receive
his reasons ; and after another brief discourse, to grant him
a respite of three days longer. In the same manner, Yussuf
procured a further interval, but somewhat dearer ; so that in
despair at losing his money at this rate, he returned for the
foiu-th time to the palace.
The Aga and Yussuf being seated as before, with the mesa
of pork and the wine between them, the Turk asked if he
had brought any fresh arguments. The doctor replied^
*' Alas ! he had already discussed the subject so often, that
his reasons were quite exhausted ; '* whereupon the flashing
cimetar leaping quickly out of its scabbard, the trembling
Hebrew plucked the loathsome dish towards him, and with
many struggles began to eat
It cost him a thousand wry fiioes to swallow the first
morsel ; and from the laughter that came from behind a
silken screen, they were observed by more mockers beside
the Aga, who took such a cruel pleasure in the amusement
of his women, that Yussuf was compelled to proceed even to
the licking of the disk He was then suffered to depart,
without wasting any logic upon the cup of wine, which after
his loathsome meal he would have been quite happy to
discuss.
I guess not how the Jew consoled himself besides for his
involuntary sin, but he bitterly cursed the cruel Aga and all
his wives, who could not amuse their indolent lives with their
dancing-girls and tale-tellers, but made merry at the expense
of his souL His wif^ joined heartily in his imprecatlona \
and both putting ashes on tlievr Yioa^ ^;^aK^ TfiLOxxroR^ «s^
cuned together till the Bunaet. T!Viex^ cash^ xtf> "i%saa«r|
874 THE GOLDEN CUP AND THS DISH OF SILTKR.
however, on tho morrow, as they expected ; but on tlie eighth
day, Yussuf was summoned again to the Aga.
Tho Jew at this message began to weep^ "^'^^'"g siire, in
his mind, that a fresh dish of pork was prepared for him;
however, he repaired obedicntlj to the pftlaee, where he was
told, that the favourite hidj of the harem was indiapoaedy
and the Aga commanded him to preecribe for her. NoVy
tho Turks are very jealous of their mistresBea^ and disdain
especially to expose them to the eyes of infidels^ of whom
tho Jews are held the most vile ; — ^wherefore^ when Tnasof
begged to see his patient, she was allowed to be brou^t
forth only iu a long white Ycil, that reached down to her
feet. Tho Ago, notwithstanding the foUy of such a pro-
ceeding, forbado her veil to be lifted ; neither would he
permit the Jew to converse with her, but conunandod him
on pain of death to return home and prepare his medi-
cines.
The wretched doctor, groaning aU the way, went back to
his house, without wasting a thought on what drugs he
should administer on so hopeless a case; but considering,
instead, tho surgiciil practice of the Aga^ which separated so
many necks. However, ho told his wife of the new jeopardy
he was placed in for the Moorish JezebcL
'* A curse take her ! " said Anna ; '' ^ve her a dose of
poison, and let her perish before his eyeSi"
"Nay," answered the Jew, "that will be to pluck the
sword down upon our own heads ; nevertheless, I will cheat
tho infiders concubine with some wine, which is equally
damnable to their souls ; and may Gkxl visit upon their
conscience the misery they have enforced upon mine ! "
In this bitter mood, going to a filthy hole in the floor, he
drew out a flask of Bcb-vraz *, wi^ >ae»\«wvsi^ «]l\&»sd^^sScsc««
curses on the liquor, as tYie TAxxaaviVTMin* «*» ^'sox. \o ^iN«x di
THE TRAGEDY OF SEVILLE. 875
blessings OTor their medicines, be filled up some physio
bottles, and repaired with them to the palace.
And now let the generous virtues of good wine be duly
lauded for the happy sequel I
The illness of the favourite, being merely a languor and
melancholy, proceeding from the voluptuous indolence of her
life, the draughts of Yussuf soon dissipated her chagrin, in
such a miraculous manner, that she sang and danced more
gaily than any of her slaves. The Aga, therefore, instead of
beheading Yussuf, returned to him all the purses of gold he
had taken; to which the grateful lady, besides, added a
valuable ruby ; and, thenceforward, when she was ill, would
have none but the Jewish physician.
Thus, Yussuf saved both his head and his money ; and,
besides, convinced the Aga of the virtues of good wine ; so
;hat the golden cup was finally emptied, as well as the
diflh of silver.
THE TRAGEDY OF SEVILLK
♦ ■
"When I awoke
Before the dawn, amid their sleep I heard
My Mill (for they were with me) weep and ask
For bread.'*— Gabt's JkuUe,
EvEBT one, in Seville^ has heard of the fiunous robber
Bazardo ; but, as some may be ignorant of one of the most
interesting incidents of his career, I propose to relate a part
of his history as it is attested in the criminal records of that
city.
This wicked man was bom in the fair city of Gadiz, and of
very obscure parentage ; but the tvni<a '?iV^Oa.\ Taft«5>.\ft "^s^rs^
of is, when he returned to SeviWe, «^£<jet \»\n% ^^sa ^««»^
376 THE TRAGEDY OF SEVILLE.
alisciit in tlic Western Indies, and viith a fortune vhicl^
whetlitr justly ur uiijiistlj acquired, sufficed to afibrd him
the rank anil tiiipurcl of a gentleman.
It was then, its ho btrulled up ouo of the bje-streetfl^ a lew
days after his arrival, that he was attracted by a yery poor
woukan, <razing mobt auxiuuslj and eagerly at a shop window.
She was lean and faniished, and clad in veiy rogs, and mtkA^
altogether so miserable an appearance^ that eyen a xobber,
\^-ith the loiist gr.icc of charity in his heart, would hare
instantly relieved her with an alma The robber, howeTer,
contented hiinself with observing her motiouB at a distance,
till at last, casting a fearful glance behind her, the poor
faniislied wreteh suddenly dashed her withered arm through
a pane of the window, and made o£f with a small coarse loa£
But whether, fix).n the feebleness of hunger or affiight, she
nm so slowly, it cost Bazardo but a moment*8 pursuit to
overtake her, and seizing her by the arm, he began, thief as
ho was, to upbraid her, for making so free with another's
property.
The jwor woman made no rei)ly, but uttered a short shrill
scream, and threw the loaf, unperceived, through a little
casement, and then tiiniing a face full of hunger and fear,
besought Rizanlo, for cliarity's sake and the love of €rod, to
let her go free. She was no daily pilferer, she told him, but
a distressed woman who could relate to him a story, which
if it did not break her own heart in the utterance, must
needs command his pity. But ho was no way moved by her
appeal ; and the baker coming up and insisting on the resto-
ration of the loaf, to which she made no answer but by her
tears, they began to dmg her away between them, and with
as much violence as if she had been no such skeleton as she
appeared.
Bj this time a cro^^ ^^ oa3afc1cdSA^^,^xA^^^^^s^'^G^
THE TRAGEDY OF SEVILLK 877
iuhumanity, and learning besides the trifling amount of the
thefb, they bestowed a thousand curses, and some blows too^
on Bazardo and the baker. These hard-hearted men, how-
ever, maintained their hold ; and the office of police being
close by, the poor wretched creature was delivered to the
guard, and as the magistrates were then sitting, the cause
was presently examined.
During the accusation of Bazardo the poor woman stood
utterly silent, till coming to speak of her abusive speech, and
of the resistance which she had made to her capture, she
suddenly interrupted him, and lifting up her shrivelled
hands and arms towards Heaven, inquired if those poor
bones, which had not strength enough to work for her
livelihood, were likely weapons for the injury of any human
creature.
At this pathetic appeal, there was a general murmur of
indignation against the accuser, and the chaise being ended,
she was advised that as only one witness had deposed against
her, she could not be convicted, except upon her own con-
fession. But she scorning to shame the truth, or to wrong
even her accuser, for the people were ready to believe that
he had impeached her falsely, freely admitted the theft,
adding, that under the like necessity she must needs sin
again ; and with that, hiding her face in her hands, she
sobbed out, "My children ! — Alas ! for my poor children ! "
At this exclamation the judge even could not contain his
tears, but told her with a broken voice that he would hear
nothing further to her own prejudice ; expressing, moreover,
his regret, that the world possessed so little charity, as not
to have prevented the mournful crime which she had com-
mitted. Then, desiring to know more particulars of her
condition, she gratefully thwaked \mii, wA \sss:^^t«s% '^sRk
blessing of God upon all ttioao 7?\i0 \iaA ^wm. ^ \$s»!^ ^s^^»^
"""'wZ''?''
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THE TRAGEDY OF SEVILLE. 879
but the poor rags she at present wore, besides her wedding-
ring; and that she would sooner die than part with. For
I still live/' she added, " in the hope of my husband's return
to me, — and then, may God fbrgive thee, Bazardo, as I will
forgive thee, for all this cruel misery.*'
At the mention of this name, her accuser turned instantly
to the complexion of marble, and he would &in have made
his escape from the court ; but the crowd pressing upon him,
as if wiUing that he should hear the utmost of a misery for
which he had shown so little compassion, he was compelled
to remain in his place. He flattered himself, notwithstand-
ing, that by reason of the alteration in his features, from his
living in the Indies, he should still be unrecognised by the
object of his cruelty ; whereas the captain of the vessel which
had brought him over, was at that moment present ; and,
wondering that his ship had come safely with so wicked a
wretch on board, he instantly denounced Bazardo by name,
and pointed him out to the indignation of the people.
At this discovery there was a sudden movement amongst
the crowd ; and in spite of the presence of the judge, and of
the entreaties of the wretched lady heraelf, the robber would
have been torn into as many pieces as there were persons in
the court, except for the timely interposition of the guard.
In the meantime, the officers who had been sent for the
children, had entered by the opposite side of the hall, and
making way towards the judge, and depositing somewhat
upon the table, before it could be perceived what it was, they
covered it over with a coarse linen cloth. Afterwards, being
interrogated, they declared, that having proceeded whither
they had been directed, they heard sounds of moaning and
sobbing, and lamentations, in a child's voice. That entering
upon this, and beholding one c\i\\^\>eiXi<^\i"s?>^'^^'^^'^^'^^
weeping bitterly, they Bupipoee^ l\i^ ^a^^ASt \» >mk^^ ^^ "^""^
UtuiiU:iliiti-.l, l.llt tliiit tlu
(jr Kii Mirigken with grie^ t
occurronce. Hie criea, im
from tho adjoining oonidor
nrouiid her, and beholding
suddenly anatobcd amy tha
of the dead child. It WM
gaping wound on iU left b
tnckled even to tho derk'i d
contained the record of the U
this new sad evidence of her n
The people at this dreadAil
of horror, and the mother mad
her Bbrieks; ineomuch, that
out of the hall, whilst others
hands, her cries were so long
sheconld scream --
THE LADY IN LOVE WITH ROMANCE. B81
began to relate what had happened His mother, earlj in
the morning, had promised them some bread ; but being a
long time absent, and he and his little brother growing more
and more hungry, they lay down upon the floor and wept.
That whilst they cried, a small loaf — ^very small indeed, was
thrown in at the window ; and both being almost famished,
and both struggling together to obtain it, he had unwarily
stabbed his little brother with a knife which he held in his
hand. And with that, bursting afresh into tears, he besought
the judge not to hang him.
All this time, the cruel Bazardo remained unmoved ; and
the judge reproaching him in the sternest language^ ordered
him to be imprisoned. He then lamented afresh, that the
dearth of Christian charity and benevolence was accountable
for such horrors as they had witnessed; and immediately
the people, as if by consent, began to ofier money, and some
their purses, to the unfortunate lady. But she, heedless of
them all, and exclaiming that she would sell her dead child
for no money, rushed out into the street ; and there re-
peating the same words, and at last sitting down, she
expired, a martyr to hunger and grief, on the steps of her
own dwelling.
THE LADY IN LOVE WITH ROMANCR
'* Go, go thy wAji, as ehaogeable a baggage
Aa erer cosen d Knight.*' — Witch ofJEdtMnion.
Many persons in Castillo remember the old Knight Pedro
de Peubia — sumamed The Gross. In his person he was
eminently large and vulgar, with «^ isis»\.\srQXA 55r?qsjNk»wm»%
and in his disposition bo coaree ^xA ^\iV\«t^cw3s^sa.^^'^^^
3S2 THE LADY IN LOVE WITH BOICAKCE.
great a drunkard, that if one oould beliere in a
tion of boasts, the spirit of a swino had passed into this
mairs body, for the discredit of human nature.
Now, truly, this was a proper suitor for the Ladj Blandu^
who, l)c&ides the comeliness of her person, was adorned with all
those accomplishments which become a gentlewoman : she was
moreover gifted with a most excellent wit ; so that she not
only ])layed on the guitar and variouB musical instnunents to
adminition, but also she enriched the melody with most
beautiful verses of her own composition. Her father, a great
man, and very proud besides of the nobility of his blood, was
not insensible of these her rare merits, but declaring that so
precious a jewel deserved to be richly set in gold, and that
rather tban marry her below her estate he would dcTote her
to a life of ])crpetual celibacy, be watched her with the
vigilance of an Argus. To do them justice, the joung
gentlemen of the province omitted no stratagem to gain
access to her presence, but all their attempts were as vain
as the grasping at water ; and at length, her parent beooming
more and more jealous of her admirers, she was confined to
the solitude of licr own chamber.
It was in this irksome sedusion that, reading constantly in
novels and such works which refer to the ages of chivalry,
she became suddenly smitten with such a new passion for
the romantic, talking continually of knights and squires, and
stratagems of love and war, that her father, doubting whither
such a madness might tend, gave orders that all books
should be removed from her chamber.
It was a grievous thing to think of that young lady,
cheerful and beautiful as the day, confined thus, like a wild
bird, to an \innatui*al cage, and deprived of the common
delights of liberty and naluie. k\. \et^'y^Vi, VW\. old Knight
of CastiUo coming, not mi\i to^AsA^^t^ ^^^ e^j«©»«^Vs^
THE LADY IN LOVE WITH ROMAKCE. 88S
woman's apparel, like some adventurerSy but with a costly
equipage, and a most golden reputation, he was permitted to
lay his large person at her feet, and, contrary to all expecta-
tion, was regarded with an eye of favour.
At the first report of his reception, no one could sufficiently
marvel how, in a man of such a countenance, she could
behold any similarity with those brave and comely young
cavaliers who, it was thought, must have risen out of their
graves in Palestine to behold such a wooer ; but when they
called to mind her grievous captivity, and how hopeless it
was that she could be freed by any artifice from the vigilance
of her father, they almost forgave her that she was ready to
obtain her freedom by bestowing her hand on a first cousin
to the DeviL A certain gallant gentleman, however, who was
named Castello, was so offended by the news, that he would
have slain the Knight, without any concern for the con-
sequences to himself; but the Lady Blanche, hearing of his
design, made shift to send him a message, that by the same
blow he would woimd her quiet for ever.
In the meantime her father was overjoyed at the prospect
of so rich a son-in-law as the Knight; for he was one of
those parents that would bestow their children upon Midas
himself, notwithstanding that they should be turned into
sordid gold at the first embrace. In a transport of joy,
therefore, he made an unusual present of valuable jewels to
his daughter, and told her withal that in any reasonable
request he would instantly indulge her. This liberal
promise astonished Blanche not a little ; but after a moment's
musing she made answer.
" You know. Sir," she said, " my passion for romance, and
how heartily I despise the fashion of these degenerate days
when everything is performed in a dM\L ioxTs^ \s!isM5jcas:t^«sa^
the occurrence of to-day is but a ^IXjeni ^<3t ^^ \sissc«««
33i THE L.VDY IN LOVE WITH BOHAKCE.
There is nothiug douc now so romanticallj aa in those deligfat-
ful times, Tihcii you could not divine, in one houTy the &te th&t
filiouUl l>cf;U you in the next, as you may read of in thoee
dolicious workd of which you have so cruelly depriTed ma
I l>€<?f therefore, as I have so dutifully oonsolted your satis-
ftictioii iu the choice of a husband, tliat you will so htr indulge
me, as io leave the manner of our mairiage to my own
discretion, which is, that it may be on the model of that in
the history of Donna Elcanoro, in which novel, if yon
remember, the lady being confined by her father as I am,
contrives to conceal a lover in her closet, and mftlring their
escape t(^getlier by a rope-ladder, they are happily united tn
mamage."
"Now, by the Holy Virgin !" replied her father, "this
thing shall never bo ; " and foreseeing a thousand difficultiei^
and above all that the Knight would be exceeding adverse
to his }>art iu the drama, he repented a thousand times over
of the books which had filled her with such preposterous
fancies. The lady, notwithstanding, was resolute; and
declaring that otherwise she would kUl herself rather tlian
be crossed in her will, the old miser reluctantly acceded to
her scheme. Accordingly it was concerted that the next
evening, at dusk, tlio Knight should come and play his
serenade under her lattice, whereupon, hearing his most
ravishing music, she was to let fall a ladder of ropes, and so
a<lmit him to her chamber; her father, moreover, making
his nightly rounds, she was to conceal her lover in her closet,
and then, both descending by the ladder together, they were
to take flight on a pair of fleet horacs, which should be ready
at the garden gate.
*'And now," sixid she, "if you fail me in the smallest of
these particulars, tbo 1L\\\\^\\\> ^^ xve^iw V-a^j^i o.^ me so
much as a ring may cmXix^eor xwa^ ^VO^ >iN2^^ \%vt^
THE LADT IN LOTS WITH BOICAKCE. 386
tion they Beverally awaited the completion of thdr
dranuL
The next night, the Ladj Blanche watched at her window,
and in due seaaon the Knight came with his twangling
guitar; but, as if to make her sport of him for the last time,
she affected to mistake his mniria
''Ah I" she cried, "here is a goodly serenade to sing one
awake with; I px^ythee go away a mile hence, with thy
execrable Toice, or I will haye thee answered with an
arquebu8&"
All this time the Knight fretted himself into a violent
rage, stamping and blaspheming all the blessed saints ; but
when he heard mention of the arquebuss, he made a motion
to run away, which constrained the lady to recal him, and to
cast him down the ladder without any further ado. It was
a perilous and painful journey for him, you may be sure, to
climb up to a single story ; but at length with great labour
he clambered into the balcony, and in a humour that went
nigh to mar the most charming romance that was ever
invented. In short, he vowed not to stir a step further in
the plot ; but Blanche, telling him that for this first and
last time he must needs fulfil her will, which would so
speedily be resolved into his own ; and seducing him besides
with some little tokens of endearment, he allowed himself to
be locked up in her closet
The lady then laid herself down in bed, and her &ther
knocking at the door soon after, she called out that he was at
liberty to enter. He came in then, very gravely, with a
dark lantern, asking if his daughter was asleep, she replied
that she was just on the skirts of a doze.
'' Ah," quoth he, after bidding her a good night, '' am I ^<^^
a good father to humour thee tbua, m «3[\. >i>K5 ^3ksX»»r»A ^s^
veritjr,! bare foi^gotten the speeda. ^\^ca\ \ ov^gP^^* "^^^ "^
VOL. F. *^
Sae THE LADT IN LOTS WITH BOMASCK
deliver ; but pray look well to thy fbotiog; VksathB^modlmf
a firm hold of the ladder, for elae thoa wilt Iikw m dmB/
ftilly and I would not have thee to damage mj eatnatioHL*
ncrcupon ho departed; and going baek to hii owi
chamber, he could not help praiaing God tliat this tRwbfe
some folly was so nearly at aa end. It onij rmuuned for
him now to receive the letter, whioh waa to bo sent to him^
ns if to procure his iatheriy pardon and benediotioa; aai
this, after a space, being brought to him bj a domortic^ Im
read as follows : —
" Sib,
" If you had treated me with hmng-luiidneai aa
your daughter, I should most joyfblly have rereraioed joa
as my father : but, as you have always canied m pmwe when
instead you ought to have worn a human hearty I haTO made
free to bestow myself where that seat of love will not be
wanting to my happiness. Aa for the huge Knigfat^ whom
you have thought fit to select for my husband, yon will find
him locked up in my doset. For the manner of my
departure, I would not willingly have made you a party to
your own disappointment; but that^ finom your ezoeasive
vigilance, it was hopeless for me to escape except by a ladder
of your own planting. Necessity waa the mother of my inven-
tion, and its father was Love. Excepting this perfbnnanoe^
I was never romantic, and am not now; and, therefoTB^
neither scorning your foi^veness, nor yet despairing at ita
denial, I am going to settle into that sober diaoietion whicb
I hope is not foreign to my nature. FarewolL — Before you
read this I am in the arms of my dear Josef CSastello^ a
gentleman of such merit, that you will regain more honour
with such a sou, t\iswii -jow caai \^^^ Vswk. *\a. ^^^wot -o^Aoofitafial
daughter,
THE KIQHTH 8L££P£B OF EFHESUS. S87
On reading thts letter, the old man fell into the meet
ungotemable rage, and releasing the Knight from the doeet,
they reproached each other so bitterly, and qoarrelled so
long, as to make it hopeless that they could overtake the
fugitives, even had they known the direction of their flight.
In this pleasant manner, the Lady Blanche of Castille
made her escape from an almost hopeless captivity and an
odious suitor ; and the letter which she wrote is preserved
unto this day, as an evidence of her wit. But her &ther never
forgave her elopement ; and when he was stretched even at
the point of death, being importuned on this subject, be
made answer that, '' he could never forgive her, when he had
never foigiven himself for her evasion." And with these
words on his lips he expired.
THE EIGHTH SLEEPER OF EPHESU&
**Vhl th» fellow would deep oat a Upbndni^tl**
It happened one day, in a certain merry party of Genoese,
that their conversation fell at last on the noted miracle of
Ephesus. Most of the company treated the story of the
Seven Sleepers as a pleasant &ble, and many shrewd conceits
and witty jests were passed on the occasion. Some of the
gentlemen, inventing dreams for those drowsy personages, pro-
voked much mirth by their allusions ; whilst others speculated
satirically on the changes in manners, which they must have
remarked after their century of slumber — all of the listeners
beiug highly diverted, excepting one sober gentleman, who
made a thousand wry &ces at the disc^vo^^.
At length, taking an oppottxu^tj V> %ftAx«» '^vso^^k^
888 THE EIGHTH SLEEPER OF SPHSBUa
lectured them Terj Baxioudy in defence of the T»i>fl^ etDing
them so many heretics and infidels ; and njing that he ssw
no reason why the history should not be believed as weil u
any other legend of the holy fathers. Then, after many
other curious arguments^ he brought the ^^f^wiplff of the
dormouse, which sleeps throughout a whola wintcTj affizming
that the Ephesian Christians^ being laid in m cold plaee^ like
a rocky cavern or a sepulchre, mig^t reaaonaUy bate
remained torpid fbr a hundred years.
His companions, feigning themselves to be conrerted,
flattered liim on to proceed in a disoonzse whloh iras so
diverting, some of them replenishing his g^aas continually
with wiuc — of which, through talking till he became thinty,
ho partook very freely. At last after uttering a volame of
follies and extravagances, he dropped his head upon the table
and fell into a profound doze; during which interval his
Sicrry companions plotted a scheme against hinii which thej
promised themselves would afford some excellent sport
Carrying him softly therefore to an upper chamber, thej
laid him upon an old bed of state, very quaintly furnished
and decorated in the style of the Gothic ages. Thence
repairing to a private theatre in the house, which belonged
to thoir entertainer, they arrayed themselves in some Bohe-
mian habits, very grotesque and fanciful, and disguised their
faces with paint ; and then sending one of their number to
keep watch in the bed-chamber, they awaited in this masque-
rade the awaking of the credulous sleeper.
In an hour or thereabouts, the watcher, perceiving that
the other began to yawn, ran instantly to his coiorades, who^
hurrying up to the chamber, found their Ephesian sitting
upright in bed, and wonderhig about him at its uncouth
mouldering furniture. One oi ^i3tle^i >i2!aftTL ^s^raSux^ €ok the
test, hogm to congraluVale \jMii qxi\^ wrv,^^ .s^^ir
THE EIGHTH SLEEPER OF EPHESUa 839
tedious a slumber, persuading him, by help of the others and
a legion of lies, that he had slept out a hundred years. He
thereupon asking them who they were, they apswered they
were his dutiful great-grandchildren, who had kept watch
over him by turns ever since they were juveniles. In proof
of this, they showed him how dilapidated the bed had become
since he had slept in it, nobody daring to remove him against
the advice of the ph3rsicians.
" 1 perceive it well,*' said he, '' the golden embroideries are
indeed very much tarnished — and the hangings in truth, as
tattered as any of our old Genoese standards that were carried
against the Turk& These &ded heraldries too, upon the
head-cloth, have been thoroughly fretted by the moths. I
notice also, my dear great-grandchildren, by your garments,
how much the fashions have altered since my time, though
you have kept our ancient language very purely, which is
owing of course to the invention of printing. The trees,
likewise, and the park, I observe, have much the same
appearance that I remember a centuiy since— but the serene
aspect of nature does not alter so constantly like our frivolous
human customs."
Then recollecting himself he began to make inquiries con-
cerning his former acquaintance, and in particular about one
Giaooppo Rossi — ^the same wag that in his mummery was
then standing before him. They told him he had been dead
and buried, fourscore years aga
** Now, God be praised ! " he answered ; '* for that same
fellow was a most pestilent coxcomb, who, pretending to be a
wit, thought himself licensed to ridicule men of worth and
gravity with the most shameful buffoonerie& The world
must have been much comforted by his deaths and «i?^^^&^
if be took with him his feUo^ Tiio\3ii\i5^»x^^x2ii^<;3^J^^
waa aa labonom a jester, but &o£LeTr
890 MADELINK.
In this strain, going through the names of all those thtt
wcro with liim in tho room, he praised God heartilj that hs
was rid of such a generation of knaves and fools and profiutt
heretics ; aud then recollecting himself afresh,
**0f course, my great-grandduldreny** said he^ ''I sm •
widower 1 "
His wife, who was amongst the maskers^ at this qnestioii
l>egan to prick up her ears, and answering for herael^ she
said,
*< Alas ! tho good woman that was thy partner hsa heen
dead these sevcuty-three years, and has left thee desolate."
At this uews tho sleeper hcgan to rub his hands together
very briskly, saying, " Then there was a cursed shrew gone ;*
whereupon his wife striking him in a fuiy on tb0 chedc, she
let fall her mask through this indiscretion ; and so awaked
him out of his marvellous dream.
MADELINR
** One face, one Toice, one habit, and two penonn^
A natural perspective, that ii, and ii not**
Tw^th Nigja.
There lived in Toledo a young gentleman, so passionatelj
loved by a young lady of the same city, that on his sudden
decease she made a vow to think of no other ; and having
neither relations nor friends, except her dear brother Juan,
who was then abroad, she hired a small house, and lived
almost the life of a hermit Being young and handsome,
however, and possessed besides of a plentiful fortune, she was
iwuch annoyed by tbc "yo\m^ ^\^ca\» ^^ \>ftft-(jvaRR.^^Vvi>gr«^
Used BO many Btratagems to %et ^^ecV ..t V«,^^^^x«^
MADELIKE. 801
her 80 oontinually, that to free herself from their impor-
tunitiefl^ both now and for the future, she exchanged her
dress for a man's apparel, and privately withdrew to another
city. By favour of her complexion, which was a brunette's,
and the solitaiy manner of her life, she was enabled to pre-
serve this disguise ; and it might have been expected that
she would have met with few adventures ; but on the con
trary, she had barely sojourned a month in this now dwelling,
and in this unwonted garb, when she was visited with still
sterner inquietudes than in those she had so lately resigned.
Aa the beginning of her troubles^ it happened one evening
in going out a little distance, that she was delayed in the
street by seeing a young woman, who, sitting on some stone
steps, and with scanty rags to cover her, was nursing a beau-
tiful infant at her breast and weeping bitterly. At this
painful spectacle, the charitable Madehne immediately cast
her purse into the poor mother's lap, and the woman, eagerly
seizing the gift, and clasping it to her bosom, began to im-
plore the blessing of God upon so charitable and Christiau-
like a gentleman. But an instant had scarcely been gODe,
when on looking up, and more completely discerning the
countenance of her benefactor, she suddenly desisted
^ Ah, wretch 1 " she cried, ^ do you come hither to insult
me I Go again to your &lse dice ; and the curse of a wife
and of a mother be upon you ! " Then casting away the purse,
and bending herself down over her child, and crying, " Alas !
my poor babe, shall we eat from the hand that has ruined
thy father ; '* — she resumed her weeping.
The tender Madeline was greatly afflicted at being so paiu-
folly mistaken ; and hastening home, she deliberated with her-
self whether she should any longer retain an apparel which
had subjected her to so painful an ocicraxtcsGL^;!/^ \ \sv^^c»(s&!^s^&%
i^rjformerpeniecutioDB, andtTUB\isi^>iXi^\.Wi^ta»si^^s^^^'^^^
392 MADELINE.
ture could scarcely bcM her a second time, she oootinued in
her masculine disguise. And now, thinking of the ccnnfort
and protection which her dear brother Juan might be to her
in such troubles, she became vehemently anxious for his
return ; and the more so, because she could obtain no tidings
of him whatever. On the morrow, therefore, she went forth
to make inquiry ; and forsaking her usual road, and espedaDj
the quarter where she had encountered with that unfortunate
woman, she trusted reasonably to meet with no other such
misery.
Now it chanced that the road which she had chosen on
this day led close l>eside a cemetery ; and just at the moment
when she arrived by the gates, there came also a funeral, so
that she was obliged to stand aside during the procession.
Madeline was much struck by the splendour of the escutch-
eons ; but still more by the general expression of sorrow
amongst the people ; and inquiring of a bystander the name
of the deceased : — " What ! " said the man, " have ye not
heard of the villanous murder of our good lord, the Don Felix
de Castro ? — the hot curse of God fall on the wicked Cain that
slew him ! " and with that, he uttered so many more dreadful
imprecations as made her blood run cold to hear him.
In the meantime, the mourners one by one had almost
entered ; and the last one was just steppmg by with her
hands clasped and a countenance of the deepest sorrow, when
casting her eyes on Madeline, she uttered a piercing shriek,
and pointing with her finger, cried, " That is he, that is he
who murdered my poor brother ! "
At this exclamation, the people eagerly pressed towards
the quarter whither she pointed ; but Madeline, shrinking
back from the piercing glance of the lady, was so hidden by
the gate as to be unnolicevi *, «iw^ W^ \i^TX.T£ssiSi.Vk^>5iS^«A\!wd
oa suspiciou, and a great U^m^i^.t ^^Ssm^, ^^ ^v>s. .«^\*s. \^
MADEUNE. 899
make her escape. '' Alas ! " she sighed inwardly, ** what
sin have I committed, that this cruel fortune pursues me
whithersoever I turn. Alas! what have I done)" and
walking sorrowfully in these meditations, she was suddenly
accosted by a strange domestia
*' Senor,*' he said, " my lady desires most earnestly to see
you ; nay, you must needs come ; " and thereupon leading
the way into an ancient, noble-looking mansion, the bewil-
dered Madeline, silent and wondering, was introduced to a
lai^ge apartment. At the further end a lady, attired in deep
mourning, like a widow, was reclining on a black velvet sofa;
the curtains were black, the pictures were framed also in
black, and the whole room was so furnished in that dismal
colour, that it looked like a very palace of grie£
At sight of Madeline, the lady rose hastily and ran a few
steps forward ; but her limbs failing, she stopped short, and
rested with both hands on a little table which stood in the
centre of the room. Her figure was tall and graceful, but
so wasted that it seemed as if it must needs bend to that
attitude ; and her countenance was so thin and pale, and yet
withal so beautiful, that Madeline could not behold it with-
out tears of pity. After a pause, the lady cried in a low
voice, *' Ah, cruel, how could you desert me ! See how I
have grieved for you I " and therewith unbinding her hair, so
that it fell about her face, it was as grey as in a woman of
four-score !
" Alas ! " she said, " it was black once, when I gave thee a
lock for a keepsake ; but it was fitting it should change when
thou hast changed ; " and leaning her face on her hands she
sobbed heavily.
At these words, the tender Madeline approached to console
her; but the lady pu&hmg \i«t ^\i^^ ^\\^ ^i^^ssaas^
mournfully, «It ia too lale\ \t^aVi0^a^Ws^^^^''^ «Dgi.*^««^
S84 UADEUNE.
casting herself on the »>(% gave vay to mieli m pMninn of
grief, and trembled so exoceding^jy that it ■"•iiiftd as if life
and sorrow would part asunder on the ^xyL if^Atiinii
kneeling do^n, and swearing that ahe had never i^jond her,
besought her to moderate a transport which faroke licr heart
only to gaxo upon ; and the lady moving her lip^ bat »i«*M^
to make any reply, then drew from her boaom m mnaJl minia-
ture, and sobbing out^ ^ Ohiy Juan, Juan I ** hid her £u)e •^n
upon the cushion.
At sight of the picture, the miaersUe Iff^ii^iHe mwm in her
own turn speechleH ; and remembering inataatly the beggar
and the mourner, whose mistakes were thus illustrated by the
unhappy lady — she comprehended at once the full measave
of her TVTctchodness. ''Oh, Juan, Juan 1** she groaned^ ''is
it thus horribly that I must bear of thee I ** and stretching
herself upon the carpet, she uttered such pieicing eriee^ *^»X
the lady, alarmed by a grief which suipassed even her own,
endeavoured to raise her, and happening to tear open the
bosom of her dress, the sex of Madeline waa disoovered.
'< Alas, poor wretch ! hast thou too been deoeived,** cried the
lady — " and by the some false Juan 1 '* and enfolding Made-
line in her arms, the two imfortunates wept together for the
space of many minutes.
In the meantime, a domestic abruptly entered; and ex
claiming that the murderer of Don Felix was condemned, and
that he had seen him conducted to prison, he delivered into
the hands of his mistress a fragment of a letter, which she
read as follows :—
"Most dear and injured Ladt,
"Before this shocks your eyes, your ears will be
Btung with the news tYiaV, it \a \ '^Vo^mk^^ \3^^ ^^soct Vsoa^
man ; and knowing that by t\ie B»m«» >aV^^ ^^^^^ ^S«^^ ^^^
MADELINE. 895
peace, I am not less stained by your tears than by his blood
which is shed. My wretched life will speedily make atone-
ment for this last offence ; but that I should have requited
your admirable constancy and affection by so unworthy a
return of cruelty and falsehood, is a crime that scorches up
my tears before I can shed them ; and makes me so despair,
that I cannot pray even on the threshold of death. And yet,
I am not quite the wretch you may account me, except in
miseiy ; but desiring only to die as the most unhappy man
in this unhappy world, I have withheld many particulars
which might otherwise intercede for me with my judges.
But I desire to die, and to pass away from both hatred and
pity, if any such be&l me ; but above all, to perish from a
remembrance whereof I am most unworthy ; and when I am
but a clod, and a poor remnant of dust, you may happily
foi^ve, for mortality's sake, the many faults and human sins
which did once inhabit it.
'' I am only a few brief hours short of this Gonsummation ;
and the life which was bestowed for your misery and mine
will be extinguished for ever. My blood is running its last
course through its veins«-'and the light and air of which all
others so laigely partake, is scantily measured out to me.
Do not curse me— do not foiget that which you once were to
me, though unrelated to my crimes ; but if my name may
still live where my lips have been, put your pardon into a
prayer for my soul against its last sunrise. Only one more
request. I have a sister in Toledo who tenderly loves me,
and believes that I am still abroad. If it be a thing possible,
confirm her still in that happy delusion— or tell her that I
am dead, but not how. As I have oonoealed my true name,
I hope that this deadly reproach may be spared to her, and
now from the very confines ot \]be ^gcvi^— ^^
£M UADELIVE.
It was a pmnful thing to bear the afflicted lady readiqg
thus far betwixt her groans— but the remainder waa written
in so wavering a liand, and withal ao atained and blotted|
that, like the meaning of death itself, it anxpaaaed diaooreiy.
At length, ''Let me go/' cried Madeline^ ''let ma go and
liberate him ! If they mistake me thus ibr xny brother Juai^
the gaoler will not be able to distingoiah him ftom me^ and
in this manner he may escape and ao baye more yean for
repentance, and make his peace with God.** Hereupon^
wildly clapping her hand% aa if for joy at thia fintimate
thought) slio entreated so earnestly for a womanly dreaa that
it was given to her, and throwing it over her man*a apparel^
she made the best of her way to the prison. But, alaa I the
countenance of the miserable Jnan was so changed by aickneas
and sharp anguish of mind, that for want of a more happy
token she was constrained to recognise him by hia bonda
Her fond stratagem, therefore, would have been bopeleaa^ if
Juan besides had not been so resolute, as he was^ in hia
opposition to her entreaties. She waa obliged, therefore^
to content herself with mingling tears with him till nigh^
in his dungeon, — and then struggling, and tearing her fine
hair, as though it had been guilty of her grief, she waa
removed from him by main force, and in that manner con-
veyed back to the lady's residence.
For some hours she expended her breath only in raying
and the most passionate ailments of distress^ — but after-
wards she became as fearfully calm, neither speaking; nor
weeping, nor listening to what was addressed to her, merely
remarking about midnight, that she heard the din of the
workmen upon the scaffold — and which, though heard by no
other person at so great a distance, was confirmed after-
warda to have been a trutYi. lii>iX5c» B\».\A^^wS&L\tfst «^^ ^s»^
and hor Lps moving, but mtVout wd.^ xj.\X«tM^ .S^^«««B«ft.
ICADEUNE 807
till morning in a kind of lethai^ — and therein so mnch
more happy than her unfortunate companion, who at every
sound of the great hell which is always tolled against the
death of a convict, started, and sohbed, and shook, as if each
stroke was made against her own heart. But of Madeline,
on the contraiy, it was noted that even when the doleful
procession was passing immediately under the window at
which she was present, she only shivered a Uttle, as if at a
cool breath of air, and then turning slowly away, and desiring
to be laid in bed, she fell into a slumber, as profound nearly
as death itself But it was not her blessed fate to die so
quickly, although on the next morning the unhappy partner
of her grief was found dead upon her pillow, still and cold,
and with so sorrowful an expression about her countenance,
as might well rejoice the beholder that she was divorced from
a life of so deep a trouble.
As for Madeline, she took no visible note of this occur-
rence, nor seemed to have any return of reason till the third
day, when growing more and more restless, and at length
wandering out into the city, she was observed to tear down
one of the proclamations for the execution, which were still
attached to the walls. After this, she was no more seen in
the neighbourhood, and it was feared she had violently made
away with her life ; but by later accounts from Toledo, it was
ascertained that she had wandered back, bare-footed and
quite a maniac, to that city.
She was for some years the wonder and the pity of its
inhabitants, and when I have been in Toledo with my undo
Francis, I have seen this poor crazed Madeline, as they called
her, with her long loose hair and her fine face, so pale and
thin, and so calm-looking, that it seemed to be only held
alive by her large black eyes, SYi'^ ^sk^e iJ^nrvj^ ts^^^ «saS^
gentie, and if you provoked % ^oxvifli te<^l ^-^^^skr. ^^^sio.
ICASETTO AND :
It is temarkablfl^ and haidty to
have not studied the hiatorf o
trsTaguit tMea may be impoead e
people ; espeoiall; when euch hUb
which of itself hu passed before m
or magical art, ^^H ^i still inflnff
mind^ to make them baliare^ lilM
This Masetto, like meet other nu
man ; but more simpte otherwise
mouly appear, who hare a great d
their own, which oomea to them i
MASETTO AISTD mS KABI. 999
as dishonest as the most capital of his tiada This fellow,
observing that Masetto had a veiy good mare, which he kept
to conrej his wares to Florence, resolved to obtain her at
the cheapest rate, which was by stratagem, and knowing
well the simple and credulous character of the farmer, he
soon devised a plan« Now Masetto was' very tender to all
dumb animals, and especially to his mare, who was not in-
sensible to his kindly usage, but pricked up her ears at the
sound of his voice, and followed him here and there, with
the sagacity and afifection of a fiedthful dog^ together with
many other such tokens of an intelligence that has rarely
belonged to her race. The crafty Corvette, therefore, con-
ceived great hopes of his scheme : accordingly, having
planted himself in the road by which Masetto used to return
home, he managed to fall into discourse with him about the
mare, which he regarded very earnestly, and this he repeated
for several days. At last Masetto observing that he seemed
vciy much afifected when he talked of her, became very
curious about the cause, and inq[uired if it had ever been his
good fortune to have such another good mare as his own ; to
this Corvette made no reply, but throwing his arms about
the mare*s neck, began to hug her so lovingly, and with so
many deep drawn sighs, that Masetto began to stare
amazingly, and to cross himself as fast as he could. The
hypocritical Corvette then turning away fix>m the animal, —
** Alas ! " said he, ** this beloved creature that you see before
you is no mare, but an unhappy woman, disguised in this
horrible brutal shi^ by an accursed magician. Heaven
only knows in what manner my beloved wife provoked this
infernal malice, but doubtless it was by her unconquerable
virtue, which was rivalled only by the loveliness of her
person. I have been seeking her intJb^&^baa^^^S^vs^^sc^'^^
wearisome earth, and now Wia'^^ dca«cw««ft^\!«tX\sK:^^^«»*J^
400 HASETIO AND HIS HARK.
wherewithal to redeem her of you, my monej being all
expended in the chai^ges of travellings othenriae I would
take her instantly to the moat famoua wiaid, Ifirfia^*!
Scott, who is presently sojourning at Florence, and by belp
of his ma^cal books might disoover some charm to reatore
her to her natural shape." Then clasping the docile man
about the neck agtun, he affected to weep over her yerj
bitterly.
The simple Masctto was very much distuibed at thi«
stoiy, but know not whether to believe it, till at last he
bethought himself of the vUlage priest, and propoaed to
consult him upon the case ; and whether the lady, if there
was one, might not be exorcised out of the body of hia maie.
The knavish Corvctto, knowing well that this would ruin hia
whole plot, was prepared to dissuade him. ''You know,**
said he, 'Hhe vile curiosity of our country people, who
would not fiiil at such a rumour to pester us out of our
Bcnscs ; and, especially, they would torment my unhappy
wife, upon whom they would omit no experiment, however
cruel, for their satisfaction. Bcmdes, it would certainly kill
her with grief, to have her disgrace so published to the
world, which she caimot but feel very bitterly ; for it muat
be a shocking thing for a young lady who has been aocos-
tomed to listen to the loftiest praises of her womanly
beauty, to know herself thus horribly degraded in the foul
body of a brute. Alas ! who could think that her beautiful
locks, which used to shine like golden wires, are now turned
by damnable magic into this coarse slovenly mane ;— or her
delicate white hands — oh ! how pure and lily-like they were
— into these hard and iron-shod hoofs ! " The tender-hearted
Masetto beginning to look very doleful at these exclamations^
the knave saw that bis peiiormfiL\i<(^\^\gai\i^ \»kj& «€kGt« and
BO begged no more for tbe pi^^n^n ^L\tfflx\\isA.>&safe\^ft-*^^iA^
llASXrrO AFD HIS lUSB. 401
treat bis maiB Teiy kindly, and rab her teeth duly vith a
■prig of magical hombeBm, vhich the simple-witted rustic
[o-omiBod very readily to peifonn. He had, notwiUifitanding,
eome buulDg doubte in his head upon the matter, which
Corvetto found means to remore by d^^rees, taking care,
■bore all, to oareaa the unocmsdons mars whenever they met,
and Bometimea going half-priTately to couTerse with her in
the Btabla
At last, Masetto being very much distreased by these pro-
oeedingB, he addressed Corrotto as follows : — " I am at my
wits' end about this matter. I cannot find in my heart,
from respect, to make my lady do any kind of rude work, so
that my cart stands idle in the stable, and my wares are thus
nnsold, which is a state of things that I cannot very well
afford. But, above all, your anguish whenever you meet
with your poor wife is more than I can bear ; it asems such
a shocking and nncbristian-like sin in me, for the sake of a
little money, to keep you both asunder. Take her, therefor^
freely of me as a gift ; or if you will not receive her thus,
out of oonuderation for my poverty, it shall be paid me
when your lady is restored to her estates, and by your
&vonr, with her own lily-white hand. Nay, pray accept of
her without a word ; you must be longing, I know, to take
her to the great wiiard, Michael Scott ; and in the mean-
time I will pray, myself, to the blesed aainte and martyrs,
that his abarms may have the proper effect" The rogue, at
these words, with undissembled joy fell about the marc's
neok ; and, taking her by the halter, after a formal parting
with Uaaetto, began to lead her geuUy away. Her old
master, with brimful eyes, continued watching her deportiure
till her tail was quite out of sight; whereupon, Conretta
leapt instantly on her back, ut.<^ V\&tiM.\. i^Cvcy. <« ^&»m)
begin groping towarda ¥\or«DG», -wteift '^ *^*- "^^'^ ^
40a lUSETTO AKD HIS lUBX.
oertun Saxons are recorded to have dispoied of thair wmi^
in the market-place.
Some time afterwardfl^ Maaetto reiNdring to Floraooe on a
holiday, to purchase another horse for hia hnainfw^ he tw^H
a carrier in one of the streets, who was ^^^t'ng liia jade jerj
cruelly. Tlie kind Maaetto directly inteifbred in behalf of
the ill-used brute, — which indeed, was his own mara^ thoii^
much altered by hard labour and sony difit^ and now got
into a fresh scrape, with redoubled blows, throng oaperis^
up to her old master. Masetto was much ahocked, you may
be sure, to discover the enchanted lady in Bach a wretched
plight. But not doubting that she had been stolen fiom
her af&ictcd husband, he taxed the carrier Tery zonndlj with
the theft, who laughed at him in his tum for a nn^^tYiftn^
and proved by throe witnesses^ that he had purchaaed the
more of Corvette. Masetto*s eyes were thus opened, but
by a very painful ojioration. However, he purchaaed his
more again, without bargaining for either golden hair or
lily-white hands, and with a heavy heart rode back again to
his village. The inhabitants when he arrived, were met
together on some public business ; after which Maaetto, like
an imprudent man as he was, complained bitterly amongst
his neighboui-s of his disaster. They made themselyes^
therefore, very merry at bis expense, and the schoolmaster
especially, who was reckoned the chiefest wit of the placa
Masetto bore all their railleries with great patience^ de-
fending himself with many reasoi^ble arguments — and at
last ho told thf m ho would bring them in proof qnite as
wonderful a case. Accordingly, stepping back to his own
house, ho returned with an old tattered volume, which
Corvetto had bestowed on him, of the " Arabian Nights^**
and began to road io ^eta >iXi^ %X.ots ^"^ ^^^^ "K^nman, whose
wife WOfl turned, aa well as eoT\^i\.\»s voJwi ^\s«w^>&s^TSfl«^
HASETTO AND HIS MABE. 408
His neighbours laughing more lustily than ever at this
illustration, and the schoolmaster crowing above them al^
Masetto interrupted him with great indignation. ^ How is
this. Sir," said he, " that you mock me so, whereas, I re-
member, that when I was your serving-man and swept out
the schoolroom, I hare overheaid you teaching the little
children concerning people in the old ages, that were half
men and the other half tinned into horses ; yea, and showing
them the effigies in a print, and what was there more im-
possible in this matter of my own mare?" The priest
interposing at this passage, in defence of the schoolmaster,
Masetto answered him as he had answered the pedagogue,
excepting that instead of the Centaurs, he alleged a miracle
out of the Holy Fathers, in proof of the powers of magic.
There was some fresh laughing at this rub of the bowls
against the pastor, who being a Jesuit and a very subtle man,
began to consider within himself whether it was not better
for their souls, that his flock should believe by wholesale^
than have too scrupulous a fidth, and accordingly, after a
little deliberation, he sided with Masetto. He engaged,
moreover, to write for the opinion of his C!ollege, who
replied, that as soroeiy was a devilish and infernal art^ its
existence was as certain as the devil*s.
Thus a belief in enchantment took root in the village,
which in the end flourished so vigorously, that although the
rustics could not be juggled out of any of their mares,
they binned nevertheless a number of unprofitable old
women.
404
THE STORY OF MICHEL ARGENTL
" Tiew 'em welL
Qo round mboat 'em, And still
View their faces ; roand about yt%
See how death waits open *em, for
Then shalt nerer yiew *em more.** — Elder BrtAtr.
Michel Argenti was a learned physiciaa of Fadaa, but
lately sottlod at Florence, a few yean only before its
momorablo yisitation, when the Destroying Angel brooded
over that unliappj city, shaking out deadly Tapoure from its
wings.
It must have been a savage heart indeed, that oonld not
be moved by the shocking scenes that ensued fit>ni that
horrible calamity, and which were fearful enough to overoome
even the dearest pieties and prejudices of humanity ; causing
the holy aishes of the dead to bo no longer venerated, and
the living to be disregarded by their nearest ties; the
tenderest mothers forsaking their infants ; wives flying from
the sick couches of their husbands ; and children neglecting
their dying parents ; when love closed the door against love,
and particular selfishness took place of all mutual sympathiea
There were some brave, humane spirits, nevertheless, that
with a divine courage ventured into the veiy chambers of the
sick, and contended over their prostrate bodies with the
common enemy ; and amongst these was Argenti, who led
the way in such works of mercy, till at last the pestilenco
stepped over his own threshold, and he was beckoned home
by the ghastly finger of Death, to struggle with him for ♦ho
wife of his own bosom.
THE STORY OF MICHEL AEGENTI, 40ff
hopelessly to her that had been dearer to him than health or
life ; but now, instead of an object of loveliness, a livid and
ghastly spectacle, almost too loathsome to look upon ; her
pure flesh being covered with blue and mortiferous blotches,
her sweet breath changed into a fetid vapour, and her accents
expressive only of anguish and despair. These doleful sounds
were aggravated by the songs and festivities of the giddy
populace, which, now the pestilence had abated, ascended into
the desolate chamber of its last mar^, and mingled with
her dying groans.
These ending on the third day with her li^ Aigenti was
left to his solitary grief, the only living person in his desolate
house ; his servants having fled duxing the pestilence, and
left him to peform every office with his own hands. Hitherto
the dead had gone without their rites; but he had the
melancholy satisfaction of those sacred and decent services
for his wife*8 remains, which during the height of the plague
had been direfully suspended; the dead bodies being so
awfully numerous, that they defied a careful sepulture, but
were thrown, by random and slovenly heapS| into great holes
and ditches.
As soon as was prudent after this catastrophei his friends
repaired to him with his two little children, who had
fortunately been absent in the country, and now returned
with brave ruddy cheeks and vigorous spirits to his arms ;
but) alas ! not to cheer their miserable parent^ who thence-
forward was never known to smile, nor scarcely to speak^
excepting of the pestilence. As a person that goes forth frx>m
a dark sick chamber is still haunted by its glooms, in spite
of the sunshine; so, though the plague had ceased, its
horrors still clxmg about the mind of Aigenti, and with such
a deadly influence in his thoughts, aa v\> \)^\sd.V>cA V^ *^^
iafected gannentB of the dead. TYie dxeaA&A dt^vs^^A V^^a^
406 THE STORT OF iOCHEL ABOBTTL
witnessed still walked with their ghostly imiigrw in his
— liis mind, in short, being but a doleful lataretto deroted
to |>estilenco and death. The sanio Lorrible Bpectra
pi>ssesscd his dreams; which he Bometimes described ti
tilled up from the same black souroCy and thronging with the
living sick he had tisited, or the multitudinoos dead cotki^
with the unmentionable and unaightlj rites of their
inhumation.
Tlicso dreary visions entering into all his thoughts^ it
ha])pcncd often, that when he was summoned to the sick, be
pronounced that their malady was the plague, disooTering
its awful symptoms in bodies where it had no existence ; but
above all, his terrors were busy with his children, whom he
\\atchcd with a vigilant and despairing eye ; discerning
constantly some deadly taint in their wholesome breath, or
declaring that ho saw the plague-spot in their tender fiicea.
Thus, watching them sometimes upon their pillows, he would
burst into tears and exclaim that they were smitten with
death ; in sliort, he regarded then: blue eyes and ruddy
cheeks but as the frail roses and violets that are to perish in
a (lay, and their silken hair like the most brittle gossamers.
Thus their existence, which should have been a blessing to his
hoi)es, became a very curse to him through his despair.
His friends, judging rightly from these tokens that his
mind was impaired, persuaded him to remove fix>m a place
which had been the theatre of his calamities, and sqrved but
too frequently to remind him of his fears. He repaired,
therefore, with his children to the house of a kinswoman at
(Jenoa ; but his melancholy was not at all relieved by the
change, his mind being now like a black Stygian pool that
reflects not, except one dismal hue, whatever shifting colours
are presented \>y t\\e ^\e^ \xi >\v\& xa-wAV^ ^:Rk\^vi;\ULed there
five or six weeks, w\veu \\io «»xr^^T\i ^v\.i -*^^ ^Okks^tq. \s^\i^ s>m.
THE STORY OF MICHEL ABQENTI. 407
greatest alarm and confusioa The popular rumour reported
that the plague had been brought into the port by a Moorish
felucca, whereupon the magistrates ordered that the usual
precautions should be obsenred ; so that although there was
no real pestilence, the city presented the usual appearances
of such a visitation.
These tokens were sufficient to aggravate the malady of
Argenti, whose illusions became instantly more finequent and
desperate, and his afiliction almost a frenzy ; so that going at
night to his children, he looked upon them in an agony of
despair, as though they were already in their shrouds. And
when he gazed on their delicate round cheeks, like ripening
fruits, and their fair arms, like sculpttu^ marble, entwining
each other, 'tis no marvel that he begrudged to pestilence
the horrible and loathsome disfigurements and changes which
it would bring upon their beautiful bodies ; neither that he
contemplated with horror the painful stages by which they
must travel to their premature gravea Some meditations
AS dismal I doubt not occupied his incoherent thoughts, and
whilst they lay before him, so lovely and calm-looking, made
him wish that instead of a temporal sleep, they were laid in
eternal rest. Their odorous breath, as he kissed them, was as
sweet as flowers ; and their pure skin without spot or blemish :
nevertheless, to his gloomy fanc^ the corrupted touches of
Death were on them both, and devoted their short-lived
frames to his most hateful inflictions.
Imagine him gazing full of these dismal thoughts on their
faces, sometimes smiting himself upon his forehead, that
entertained such horrible fancies, and sometimes pacing to
and fro in the chamber with an emphatic step, which must
needs have wakened his little ones if they had not been
lapped in the profound slumber of ixmKy^Ty;:^ %sA ^Sc^^S^ciisaf^^
Id the meantime the nnld lig\it ol \o^^ Vsi.\iM^\Q^3fcss ^MSBse*.
408 THE STORT OF MICHEL ARGENTL
into a fierce and dreary fire ; his sparkling ejeB, and his lips
us pallid 113 a^ihes, betraying the desperate aooeai of firensy,
wliioh like a howling demon passes into his feyeriah soul, sod
])rovokcs liiin to unnatural action : and first of all he plucks
away the pillows, those downy ministers to haixnless sleeps
but now unto death, with which crushing the tender fiues of
his little oncR, ho thus dams up their gentle respirations
Ufore tlioj can utter a crj; then casting litmaftlf inth
horrid fervour upon their bodies^ with this w«fWi:li«Tinr^
tiiilmiee he enfolds them till they are quite breathless.
Alter which he lifts up the pillow% and, lol there lie the
two uHinlcrcd babes, utterly quiet and still,— «nd with the
gh:i.st1y M\d of death imprinted on their waxen cheeks.
In this dreadful manner Argenti destroyed his innocent
children, — nut in hatred, but ignorantly, and wrought upon
by the constant apprehension of their death; eren aa a
terrified wretch njK)u a precipice, who swerves towards the
very side that presents the danger. Let this deed, therefore,
be viewc d with compassion, as the fault of his unhappy fate,
wliieh forced \\\Hm him such a cruel crisis, and finally ended
his sorrow by as tragical a deatL On the morrow his dead
l>ody was found at sea, by some fishermen, and being
recognised as Argenti's, it was interred in one graTe with
those of his two children.
iO0
THE THBEE JEWELS.
« How many iliApei hatb Lore ?
yUrrjf M many as your molten WU*^
Thebe are many examples in andent and modem stoiy, of
lovers who have worn Tarious disgalfles to obtain their mis-
tresses ; the great Jupiter himself setting the pattern by his
notable transformations. Since those heroic days. Lore has
often diverted himself in Italy as a shepherd with his pastoral
crook ; and I propose to tell you how, in more recent times^
he has gone amongst us in various other shapes. But in the
first place I must introduce to you a handsome youth, named
Torrello, of Bergamo, who was enamoured of Fiorenza^ the
daughter of gentlefolks in the same neighbourhood. His
enemies never objected any thing against Torrello, but his
want of means to support his gentlemanly pretensions and
some extravagances and follies, which belong generally to
youth, and are often the mere foils of a generous nature.
However, the parents of Fiotenza being somewhat austerOi
perceived graver offences in his flights^ and forbade him^
under grievous penalties^ to keep company with his mis-
tress.
Love, notwithstanding, is the parent of more inventioni
than Necessity, and Torrello, being a lively-witted fellow,
and withal deeply inspired by love, soon found out a way to
be as often as he would in the presence of his lady. Seeing
that he could not transform himself like Jupiter, into a
shower of gold for her sake, he put on the more humUa
seeming of a gardener, and so got employed in. thA "^^s^msos^-
ground of her parents. 1 \ea\o "jou \jJi ^gMaw^^^^'^siss^ "^j^
410 THE THREE JEWELS.
flowers prospered under his care, ainoe they were to fonn
lK>iiquctJ3 for Fiorenza, who was seldom afterwards to be seen
without somo pretty blossom in her bosom. She took many
lessons besides of the gardener, in his gentle catft, t^4 her
fondness growing for the employment^ her time was almost
all spent naturally amongst her plants, and to the infinite
cultivation of her hcart*s-ease, which had never before pcos-
percd to such a growth. She learned also of Toirello a pretty
language of hieroglyphics, which he had gathered from the
girls of the Greek Islands, so that they could hold secret
colloquies together by exchanges of flowers ; and Fiorena
became more eloquent by this kind of speech than in her own
language, which she had never foimd competent to her
dearest confessions.
Conceive how abundantly happy they were in such employ-
ments, surrounded by the lovely gifts of Nature, their pleasant
occupation of itself being the primeval recreation of human-
kind before the fiill, and love especially being with them, that
can convert a wilderness into a garden of sweets.
The mother of Fiorenza, chiding her sometimes for the
neglect of her embroideries, she would answer in this
manner : —
** Oh, my dear mother ! what is there in labours of art at
all comparable with those? Why should I task myself with
a tedious needle to stitch out poor tame formal emblems of
these beautiful flowers and plants, when thus the living
blooms spring up naturally under my hands. I confess I
never could account for the fondness of young women for
that unwholesome chamber-work, for the sake of a piece of
inanimate tapestry, which hath neither freshness nor fra-
grance ; whereas, this breezy air, with the odour of the
J^lants and shrubs, map\r*\\,^ tk^j ^ctj V^aax^^ 1 ^ee^ire you,
'tia like a work of magvc to wio \io^ >^«^ ^«^ ^^MovawJ^ v^
THE THBEE JEWELS. 411
spring up by the hands of our skilful gardener, who is so
ciyil and kind as to teach me all the secrets of lus art**
By such expressions her mother was quieted ; but her
father was not so easily pacified; for it happened, that
whilst the roses flourished ereiywhere, the household herbs^
by the neglect of Torrello and his assistants, went entirely
to decay, so that at last, though there was a nosegay in
every chamber, there was seldom a salad for the table. The
master taking notice of the neglect^ and the foolish Torrello
in reply showing a beautiful flowery arbour, which he had
busied himself in erecting, he was abruptly discharged on
the spot, and driven out, like Adam, from his Paradise of
flowers.
The mother being informed afterwards of this transaction —
" In truth," said she, ^it was well done of you, for the
fellow was very forward, and I think Fiorenza did herself
some disparagement in making so much of him, as I have
observed. For example^ a small fee of a crown or two would
have paid him handsomely for his lessons to her, without
giving him one of her jewels, which I fear the knave will be
insolent enough to wear and make a boast of"
And truly Torrello never parted with the gift, which, as
though it had been some magical talisman, transformed him
quickly into a master falconer, on the estate of the parent of
Fiorenza ; and thus he rode side by side with her whenever
she went a-fowling. That healthful exercise soon restored
her cheerfulness, which, towards autunm, on the withering
of her flowers, had been touched with melancholy ; and she
pursued her new pastime with as much eagerness as before.
She rode always beside the falconer, as constant as a tassel-
gentle to his lure ; whilst Torrello often foi^t to recal his
birds from their flight& His gLddinesa «sl<1 v[A&?\^si\Rsc^sjik ^^
iBst procuring hia ^laWAM^A^ \5aft ttlvsa ^^ws^ \aiwsa. \s5sak\sa
412 THE THREE JEWEIJEI
finger, whicli Fiorcnza rccompenaed with a fresh jewel, to
console him fur his dii^grace.
After this ovent, there being neither geidening nor fowling
to aninsc her, the languid girl fell into a wone melaiiohdiy
than l)efore, that quite diaooncertad her paranta After a
consultation, therefore, between themaelyeSy thetj sent for a
noted physician from Turin, in spite of the oppoaitioii of
Fiorcnza, who understood her own ailment giiffiojently to
know that it was desperate to his remediea In the mean-
time his visits raised the anxiety of Torrello to Buoh a pitch,
that after languisliing some days about the manaiony he oon-
trived to waylay the doctor on his return, and learned from
him the niystcrioua nature of the patient's diaeaaa The
doctor confesshig his despair of her cure.
" Be of good cheer," replied TorreUo j " I know well her
oomplaiut, and without smy miracle will enable you to restore
her so as to redound very greatly to your credit. Tou tell
mo that she will neither eat nor drink, and cannot sleep if
she would, but pines miserably away, with a despondency
which must end in either madness or her dissolution;
whereas, I j)romiso you she shall not only feed heartily, and
sleep soundly, but dance and sing as merrily as you can
desire."
He then related confidentially, the history of their mutual
love, and begged earnestly that the physician would deyiae
some means of getting him admitted to the presence of his
mistress. The doctor being a good-hearted man, was much
moved by the entreaties of Torrello, and consented to use his
abihty.
" However," said he, " I can think of no way but one^
which would displease you — and that is, that you should
pcraoimte my pupil, and attend \r^Tv.\iKt V\\3cw\£s^ xskfi^^^mes."
TbejojM Torrello assured l\i^ dw:toc/^^^\. V^ ^^^«^
'%*SH
THE THKXB JSWELa 413
mnch mistaken in supposing that anj falsely-imagined pride
oould oTermaster the vehemence of his love ; " and accord-
ingly putting on an apron, with the requisite habits^ he
repaired on lus errand to the langiiishing Fiorenza. She
recovered very speedily, at his presence — ^but was altogether
well again, to leam that thus a new mode was provided for
their interviews. The physician thereupon was gratified with
a handsome present by her parents, who allowed the assistant
likewise to continue his visits till he had earned another
jewel of Fiorenza. Prudence at last telling them that they
must abandon this stratagem, they prepared for a fresh
separation, but taking leave of each other upon a time too
tenderly, they were observed by the fiekiher, and whilst
Torrello was indignantly thrust out at the door, Fiorensa
was commanded, with a stem rebuke to her own chamber.
The old lady thereupon asking her angry husband concern-
ing the cause of the uproar, he told her that he had caught
the doctor^s man on his knees to Fiorenza.
** A plague take him ! " said he ; <''tis the trick of all his
tribe, with a pretence of feeling women's pulses to steal away
their handsL I marvel how meanly the jade will bestow her
favour next : but it will be a baser variet, I doubt^ than a
gardener, or a fieJconer."
''The falconer !" said the mother, ^'you spoke just now of
the doctor's man."
''Ay," quoth he, "but I saw her exchange looks, too, with
the falconer ; my heart misgives me, that we shall undeigo
much disgrace and trouble on acocount of such a self-willed
and froward child."
"Alas!" quoth the mother, "it is the way of young
women, when they are crossed in the man of their liking ;
they grow desperate and oaxdom ol >i!stf«t\s^M»rtwa* ^^a.^
prtf, methinks, we did not \e\. Yict \mw^ ^Qct5S^o>^^^-^^®s^
414 THE THREE JEWELS.
all his faults, was a youth of gentle birth, and not likely to
disgrace us by his mannen ; but it would bring me down to
mj grave, to have the girl debase henelf with any of theee
common and low-bred people."
Her husband, agreeing in these sentiments^ they ooncerted
how to have Torrcllo recalled, which the lady undertook to
manage, so as to make the most of their parental indulgence
to Fiorcnza. Accordingly, after a proper lecture on her
indiscretions, she dictated a dutiful letter to her lover, who
came very joyfully in his own character as & gentleman, and
a time was appointed for the wedding. When the day
arrived, and the company were all assembled, the mother,
who was very lynx-sighted, espied the three trinkets, namely,
a ring, a clasp, and a buckle, on the person of Torrello^ that
had belonged to her daughter : however, before she oould put
any questions, he took Fiorenza by the hand, and spoke as
follows : —
" I know what a history you are goiqg to tell ma of the
indiscretions of Fiorenza ; and that the several jewels you
regard so suspiciously, were bestowed by her on a gardener,
a falconer, and a doctor s man. Those three knave^ being
all as careless and improvident ^ myself, the gifts are oome^
as you perceive, into my own possession ; notwithstanding,
lest any should impeach, therefore, the constancy of this
excellent lady, let them know that I will maintain her
honour in behalf of myself, as well as of those other three,
in token of which I have put on their several jewejs."
The parents being enlightened by this discourse, and
explaining it to their friends, the young people were married,
to the general satisfaction ; and Fiorenza confessed herself
thrice happy with the gardener, the falconer, and the
doctor's maa
415
OERONIMO AND GHISOUL
*'Tlui tmall, fmaU thing, yoa lay ii Tenomoii^
Its bite deadly, tho* bat a Texy pin*e prick.
Now, odght IMath to be called a Fairy —
For he might creep in, look yoo^ through a keyhole. *
OldPUf.
Thebb are many tragical instanoeB on record, of cmeil
parents who have tried to control the affectiong of their
children ; but as well plight they endeayour to force back-
wards the pure mountain current into base and tumatural
channels. Such attempts^ whether of sordid parents or
ungenerous rivals, redound only to the disgrace of the con-
trivers ; for Love is a jealous deity, and commonly avenges
himself by some memorable catastrophe.
Thus it befel to the ambitious Marquis of Ciampolo, when
he aimed at matching his only daughter, Ghisola, with the
unfortimate Alfieri ; whereas her young heart was already
devoted to her fedthfid (^eronimo, a person of gentle birth
and much merit, though of slender estate. For this reason,
his yirtues were slighted by all but Ohisola, who had much
cause to grieye at her fiither^s blindness ; for Alfieri was a
proud and jealous man, and did not scorn to disparage his
rival by the most unworthy reports. He had, indeed, so
little generosity, that although she pleaded the prepossession
of her heart by another, ho did not cease to pursue her ; and
finally, the Marquis, discovering the reason of her rejection,
the unhappy Geronimo was imperatively banished firom her
presence.
In this extremity, the diBOonso\&\A \q^«i% t&smV^ \ssssqSa.
with a venerable oak, in ihe 1«.wvximJ% ^^w^^Xs^'^c.^^^
416 GEROXIMO AND GUISOLA.
ft ctmvoniont cavity for the roccpti-Mi of their scix^lls ; au.l in
thi^ wav, this a.:«'i tree hecanio the imite and fuithful con-
fiiliiit «'f thi ir scent corrcsi>on«lonce. Its mossy and knotted
trunk was iiihahitcd hy several 8<iuirrels, and its branches by
various hinls ; and in its gnarled roots a family of red auJs
hu«l niuilo their fortress, which afforded a sutficicnt excuse for
Ohisohi to bt'»j> often before the tree, as if to observe their
curi.'us and instructive hibours. In this manner thev ex-
m
chaii^i'd tliuir fauK'st llrofe^^^iuns, and conveyed the dearest
aspirations t>f their hearts to each other.
Iiut lovo is :i imrblind and imprudent pattlon, which, like
t lie t "St rich, conceals itself from its proper sense, and then
foi.lishly inia^'ines that it is slxroudcd from all other eyes.
Thus, whenever (Jhisola walked abroad, her steps wandered
by attractit'U to tlto self-samo spot, her very existence
Bceniing linko«l, like the life of a dryad, to her favourite tree.
At last, these repeated visits attracting the curiosity of the
vij^ilant Altieri, liis ingenuity soon divined the cause ; and
warily takini: care to examine all the scrolls that iKis^^ed
between them, it ha])pcned that several schemes, which
tiny pl(»ttc<l for a secret intcn'icw, were vcxatiously dis-
concerted. Tiie unsuspicious lovers, however, attributed
these sjiiteful dis;\i)pointmcnts to the malice of chance ; and
thus their i oiTCspondenco continued till towards the end of
autumn, when the oak-tree began to shed its last withered
leaves ; but (Iliisola heeded not, so long as it afforded those
other ones, which were more golden in her eyes than any
ui)ou the l.>oughs.
One evil day, however, repairing as usual to the cavity, it
was empty and trcasureless, although her own deposit had
been remwved as heretofore ; and tho dews beneath, it
api)earc(l, had been lately brushed away by tlic foot of her
dear Geronimo. She knew, notwithstanding, that at any
G^EEONIMO AND GHISOLA. 417
tiflk he would not so have grieved her ; wherefore, retummg
homewards with a heavy heart, she dreaded, not unreasonably,
that she should diaoover what she pined for in the hands of
her incensed father ; but being deceived in this expectation,
she spent the rest of the day in tears and despondence ; for,
rather than believe any negligence of Geronimo, she resolved
that he must have met with some tragical adventure ; where-
fore his bleeding ghost, with many more such horrible
phantasies, did not fail to visit her in her thoughts and
dream&
In the meantime, Geronimo was in equal despair at not
having received any writings from Ghisola ; but his doubts
took another turn than hers, and justly alighted on the
treacherous AlfierL At the first hints of his suspicion,
therefore, ho ran to the house of his rival, where the domestics
refused positively to admit him, declaring that their master,
if not already deceased, was upon the very threshold of
death. Geronimo naturally supposing this story to be a
mere subterfuge, drew his sword, and with much ado forced
his way up to the sick man's chamber, where he found him
stretched out upon a couch, and covered &om head to heel
with a long doak. The noise of the door disturbing him,
Alfieri uncovered his face, and looked out with a counte-
nance so horribly puckered by anguish and distorted, that
Geronimo for an instant foigot his purpose, but recovering
himself from the shock, he asked fiercely for the letters.
The dying wretch answered to this demand with a deep
groan, and removing the doak, he showed Geronimo his bare
arm, which was swelled as large round nearly as a man*s
body, and quite black and livid to the shoulder ; but the
hand was redder in colour, and merely a lump of unshapely
flesh, though without any perceptible wound*
'' This," said he, pointing to the livid member, ^ ia m^s
vou V. 'Ki
GERONIMO Ain) GHISOLA. 419
supplanted you, whereas I am myself removed from mj
place on the earth. Let me then depart with your for-
giveuess for the peace of my soul ; whilst, on my part, I
make you amends as far as I may. And first of all, take
this box with its fSatal contents to the Marquis, and bid him
know by this token that God was adverse to our will And
because I did love, though vainly, let all my possession be
laid at the same feet where I used to kneel; and beseech
her, for charity's sake, to bestow her prayers on my departed
souL Tell her my pangs were bitter, and my fate cruel,
except in preserving her from as horrible a calamity.'*
He then fell backwards again upon the couch, and died.
As soon as he was laid out, Geronimo went and delivered
the message to the Marquis, whom he found chiding with
Ghisola for her melancholy. As he was much impressed
with the dreadful scene he had witnessed, he described it
very eloquently, so that both of his hearers were much
affected, and especially at sight of the box with the dead
scorpion. It cost Ghisola some fresh tears, which her lover
did not reprove, to be told of the expressions which related
to herself; but the Marquis was still more shocked at the
relation, and confessing that it was the judgment of heaven,
he no longer opposed himself to the union of Ghisola with
Geronimo. He then caused the remains of Alfieri to be
honourably buried ; and it was observed that Geronimo shed
the most tears of any one that wept over his tomb.
4M
THE FALL OF THE LEAF.
Qold, yeUow gmtcring predoM gold 1 **
Timum tf Atkema.
Therb is no yIoo that causes more calamities in knmsn
lifo than the intemperate passion for gaming: How msnj
noblo and ingenious persons it hath reduced from wealth
unto poverty ; naj, from honesty to diahonour, and by still
descending steps into the gulf of perdition. And yet how
prevalent it is in all capital citiesi where many of the
chiefest nicrcliants, and courtiers especially, are mere pitiful
slaves of fortune, toiling like so many abject turnspits in
her ignoble ^vheel. Such a man is worse ofif than a poor
borrower, for idl he has is at the momentary call of im-
perative chance; or rather he is more wretched than a veiy
beggar, being mocked with on appearance of wealth, but as
deceitful as if it turned, like the moneys in the old Arabian
storv, into decaying leaves.
In our j)arent city of Rome, to aggravate her modem
disgraces, this pestilent vice has lately fixed her abode, and
has iutlicted many deep wounds on the fame and fortunes of
her proudest families. A number of noble youths have been
sucked into the ruinous vortex, some of them being degraded
at la.st into humble retainers upon rich men, but the most
j)art j)eribhing by an unuatiurd catastrophe ; and if the same
fate did not bcfal the young Marquis de Malaspini, it was
only by favour of a circumstance which is not likely to
ha])pen a second time for any gamester.
This gCUt\ctUO.Il CtXXVAO \yv\.0 \5k \v"WDAs«W\ft ^NJ^^SQSiSk ^^ \!&A
death of hb^ parcuU, ^\vcrcxxx?oxv, Vi ecv^x^te^ v>^ ^'^^^^^Ne.^
THE FALL OF THE LEAF. 421
travelled abroad, and his graceful maimers procured him a
distinguished reception at several courts. After two years
spent in this manner he returned to Rome, where he had a
magnificent palace on the banks of the Tiber, and which he
further enriched with some valuable paintings and sculptures
from abroad. His taste in these works was much admired ;
and his friends remarked, with still greater satisfaction, that
he was untainted by the courtly vices which he must have
witnessed in his travels. It only remained to complete their
wishes, that he should form a matrimonial alliance that
should be worthy of himself, aud he seemed likely to fulfil
this hope in attaching himself to the beautiful Countess of
Maraviglia. She was herself the heiress of an ancient and
honourable house; so that the match was regarded with
satisfaction by the relations on both sides, and especially as
the yoimg pair were most tenderly in love with each other.
For certain reasons, however, the nuptials were deferred
for a time, thus affording leisure for the crafty machinations
of the Devil, who delights, above all things, to cross a
virtuous and happy marriaga Accordingly, he did not fail
to make use of this judicious opportunity, but chose for his
instrument the lady's own brother, a very profligate and a
gamester, who soon listened, like an evil genius, on the
unlucky MalaspinL
It was a dismal shock to the lady when she learned the
nature of this oonnection, which Malaspini himself discovered
to her, by incautiously dropping a die from his pocket in
her presence. She immediately endeavoured, with all her
influence, to reclaim him from the dreadful passion for play,
which had now crept over him like a moral cancer, and
already disputed the sovereignty of love; neither was it
without some dreadful struggles of tenxiOTW^ QiQL\£& ^^'^n^'^KsN.^
oDd some useless victories, that Ve «A.\mX. \gK^^\^aaa^^o2^*^
422 TIIE FALL OF THE LEAF.
Biich dosporate habits ; but the power of his Mephistopbilef
prevailed, and tho visits of Malaspini to the lady of hii
a£fc\'tioQ8 l)Ocame still less frequent^ he repairiiig instead to
those ni<;ht1v resorts where the greater portion of his estates
was alrca<.lj forfeited.
At lougth, when the lady had not seen him for some days,
and in the very last week before that which had been
ft[>pointed for her marriage, she received a desperate lettw
from Malaspiui, declaring that he was a ruined Tn^n^ in
fortune and hope ; and that at the cost of his life even, be
nmst renounce her hand for ever. He added, that if his
})ri(le would lot him even propose himself a beggar as he waa^
for her acceptance, ho should yet despair too much of her
pardon to make such an offer; whereas, if he could have
read in tho heart of tho unhappy lady, he would have seen
that slie still preferred the beggar Malaspini to the richest
nobleman in tho Popedom. With abundance of tears and
Bighs i>onising his letter, her first impulse was to assure him
of that loving truth ; and to offer herself with her estates to
him, in compensation of the spites of Fortime : but the
wretched Aralas{)ini had withdrawn himself no one kue\v
whither, and she was constrained to content herself with
grieving over his misfortunes, and purchasing such parts of
his property as were exposed for sale by his plunderers.
And now it became apparent what a villanous part his
betrayer had taken ; for, having thus stripped the imfortu-
natc gentleman, he now aimed to rob him of his life also, that
his treacheries might remain undiscovered. To this end he
feigned a most vehement indignation at Malaspini's neglect
and had faith, as ho termed it, towards his sister, jirotesting
that it was an insult to bo only washed out with his blood :
and with these expressions, he sought to kill him at any
advantage. And no doubt he woidd have become a murderer.
THE FALL OF THE LEAF. 428
as well as a dishonest gamester, if Malaspini^s shame and
anguish had not drawn him out of the way ; for he had hired
a mean lodging in the suburbs, from which he never issued
but at dusk, and then only to wander in the most unfre*
quented places.
It was now in the wane of autumn, when some of the days
are fine, and gorgeously decorated at mom and eve by the
rich sun's embroideries; but others are dewy and dull
with cold nipping winds, inspiring comfortless fancies and
thoughts of melancholy in eyery bosom. In such a dreary
hour, Malaspini happened to walk abroad, and ayoiding his
own squandered estates, which it was not easy to do by reason
of their extent, he wandered into a bye-place in the neigh-
bourhood. The place was very lonely and desolate, and
without any near habitation; its main feature especially
being a large tree, now stripped bare of its vernal honours,
excepting one dry yellow leaf, which was shaking on a top-
most bough to the cold evening wind, and threatening at every
moment to fall to the damp, dewy earth. Before this dreary
object Malaspini stopped some time in contemplation,
commenting to himself on the desolate tree, and drawing
many apt comparisons between its nakedness and his own
beggarly condition.
" Alas ! poor bankrupt," says he, " thou hast been plucked
too, like me ; but yet not so basely. Thou hast but showered
thy green leaves on the grateful earth, which in another
season will repay thee with sap and sustenance ; but those
whom I have fattened will not so much as lend again to my
living. Thou wilt thus regain all thy green sunmier wealth,
which I shall never do ; and besides, thou art still better off
than I am, with that one golden leaf to cheer thee, whereas
I have been stripped even of my last ducat ! '*
With these and many more similar fancies he continued
424 fHK FALL OF THE LEAF.
to (ig'H'ieTC hlmBclf, till at last^ being more sad than nsnsl,
his thoii^lits tcudod unto death, and he resolved, still
watching that yellow leaf, to take its flight as the signal fur
Lis own dej»artiirc.
** C'hanci'/' siu<l he, "hath been xnj tempoial rainy and so
let it now determine for me, in mj last cast between life aod
death, which is all that its malice hath left me."
Thus, in his extremity he still risked somewhat npon
fortune ; and very bhortly the leaf being torn away by a
Budden blat^t, it made two or three fluttarings to and fro,
and at hxst settled on the earth, at aboat a hundred paces
from the tree. Malaspim instantly interpreted this as an
omen that he ought to die ; and following the leaf till it
alij^dited, he fell to work on the same spot with his sword,
intending to scoop himself a sort of rade hollow for a grave.
IJo found a strange gloomy pleasure in this fhnciful design,
that made him labour very earnestly ; and the soil besides
being loose and sandy, he had soon cleared away about afoot
holow the surface. The earth then became suddenly more
obstinate, and tning it here and there with his sword, it
struck against some very hard substance ; whereupon,
digging a little further down, he discovered a considerablo
treasure.
There were coins of various nations, but all golden, in this
petty mine ; and iu such quantity as made Malaspini doubt
for a moment if it were not the mere mintage of his fancy.
Assuring himself, however, that it was no dream, ho gave
many thanks to God for this timely providence; notwith-
standing, he hesitated for a moment, to deliberate whether
it was honest to avail himself of the money ; but believing,
as was most probable, that it was the plunder of some
banditti, he was reconciled to the appropriation of it to his
own necessities.
THE FALL OF THE LEAF. 426
LoadiDg himself, therefore, with as much gold as he could
couyeniently carry, he hastened with it to his humhle
quarters; and by making two or three more trips in the
course of the night, he made himself master of the whole
treasure. It was sufficient, on being reckoned, to maintain
him in comfort for the rest of his life ; but not being able to
enjoy it in the scene of his humiliations, he resolved to reside
abroad ; and embarking in an English vessel at Naples, he
was carried over safely to London.
It is held a deep disgrace amongst our Italian nobility for
a gentleman to meddle with either trade or commerce ; and
yet, as we behold, they will condescend to retail their own
produce, and wine especially, — ^yea, marry, and with an
empty barrel, like any vintner's sign, hung out at their stately
palaces. Malaspini perhaps disdained from the first these
illiberal prejudices ; or else he was taught to renounce them
by the example of the London merchants, whom he saw in
that great mart of the world, engrossing the universal seas,
and enjoying the power and importance of princes, merely
from the fruits of their traffic. At any rate, he embarked
what money he possessed in various mercantile adventures,
which ended so profitably, that in three years he had regained
almost as large a fortune as he had formerly inherited. He
then speedily returned to his native country, and redeeming
his paternal estates, he was soon in a worthy condition to
present himself to his beloved Countess, who was still
single, and cherished him with all a woman's devotedness
in her constant affection. They were therefore before long
united, to the contentment of all Rome ; her wicked relation
having been slain some time before, in a brawl with his
associates.
As for the fortunate wind-fall which had so befriended him,
Malaspini founded with it a noble hospital for orphans ; and
456 RARANGA.
fur this reason, that it belonged formerly to some fiitberkss
cluUlron, from whom it had been withheld by their niutttunl
giuirduui. Tliis wicked man it waa who had boried the
money iu the stuid : but when he found that his treasure was
stolou, he went and hanged himaelf oa the Teiy tree that
had caused its discovery.
BARANGA.
'* Miserable creature !
If tboQ persist in this, *tii danmaljla
Dost thoa imagine ihon canct slide in blood.
And not be tainted with a shameful ikll f
Or, like tbc block and melancholio yew-tree,
Dost think to root thyself in dead men*s gra^
And yet to prosper ? ''—The WMU DeviL
It has been well said, that if there be no marriages made
up ill heaven, there are a great many contrived in a worse
place ; the Devil having a visible hand in some matches,
which turn out as mischievous and miserable as he could
desire. Not that I mean here to rail against wedlock, the
generality of such mockers falling into its worst scrapes ;
but my mind is just now set upon such contracts as that of
the Marquis Manfredi with Baranga, who before the year was
out began to devise his death.
This woman, it has been supposed by those who remember
her features, was a Jewess, — which, in a Catholic country,
the Marquis would be unwilling to acknowledge, — ^however,
he affirmed that he had brought her from the kingdom of
Sp.'iin. She was of the smallest figure that was ever known.
aiul very beautiful, but of as impatient and fiery a temper as
the cat-a-mountains of her own country ; never hesitating.
BARANGA. 427
in her anger, at any extremes, — ^neither sparing her own
beautiful hair nor her richest dresses, which she sometimes
tore into shreds with her passionate hand& At such times
she confirmed but too plausibly her imputed sisterhood with
Jael and Deborah, and those traditional Hebrew women who
fiedtered not even at acts of blood ; and who could not have
looked more wildly at their tragedies than she, when she
stood in her splendid rags, with her eyes flashing as darkly
and as dangerously as theirs.
As soon as she arrived in Italy, her fatal beauty captivated
a number of unhappy youths, who were led by her wayward-
ness into the most painful adventures ; some of them suffer-
ing by encounters amongst themselves, and others by the
conversion of her fickle favour into hatred and scorn. Man-
fredi suspected little of these mischiefs, till at last the season
of .the Carnival drew nigh, when fearing the influence of that
long revel of pleasiu^e and dissipation upon her mind, he
withdrew with her to his country seat, which was about nine
leagues distant from Rome. Thither she was followed by
one of her gallants, named Yitelli, a ferocious and dissolute
man, and whom it is believed she engaged to pursue her, not
so much from personal liking, as in the hope of his assistance
to relieve her from this irksome retirement. Iler temper, in
the meantime, being irritated by such restraint, grew every
day more fierce and desperate — ^her cries often resounding
through the house, which was strewed with fresh tokens of
her fuiy. With whatever grief the Marquis beheld these
paroxysms, he comforted himself by a fond reliance on her
affection, and endeavoured by the most tender assiduities to
console her for the disappointment he had inflicted. The
moment of her arrival in the country, therefore, he presented
her, as a peace-offering, with a pair of superb earrings ; but
he quickly beheld her with her ears dropping bloody and t.V^^
BARANGA. 420
himBelf ; and the secret studies of Baranga were guided by
his direction. Whilst the Marquis was hoping in the whole-
some results of a temporaiy melancholy and seclusion, which
have made some minds so nobly philosophise, her guilty,
lovely hands were tampering with horrid chemistry ; and her
meditations busy with the most black and deadly syrups.
There is a traditional picture of her thus occupied in her
chamber, with the apparition of Death at her elbow, whilst
with her black and piercing eyes she is watching the mar*
tyrdom of a httle bird, that is perishing from her Circean
compounds.
And now we may suppose Manfr^ to be doomed as the
next victim of her pernicious craft — ^who, on his part, was
too imsuspiciouB to reject anything which she might tender
to him with her infinitely small and delicate white hand.
And assuredly the appointment of his death was not &r
distant, when the jealousy of the disappointed suitors of
Baranga prevented her design. They had not omitted to
place some spies over her movements : wherefore, on the eve
of the Carnival, Manfredi was advised by a letter in an
unknown hand, that she had concerted with Yitelli her
elopement to Rome, and in a nun's habit, as he might
convince himself with Httle pains, by an inspection of her
wardrobe.
Manfredi was not a person to shut his eyes wilfully against
the light, — ^but recalled with some uneasiness her mysterious
seclusion. He chose a time, therefore, when Baranga was
absent, to visit her wardrobe, where, if he did not discover
the nun*s habit, he found a complete suit of new sables,
which had been prepared by her in anticipation of her widow-
hood. It is easy to conceive with what horror he shrunk
aghast at this dreary evidence of her malignity, which yet
was not fully confirmed, till he had biokea Vs^^a Vl^ >ssS&^
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a horrible ghastly countenance awaited the same dreadful
pangs which she had so lately witnessed on the poisoned
bird. And now, doubtless, it came bitterly over her, what
fearful flutterings she had seen it make, and throbs, and
miserable gaspings of its dying beak ; and even as the bird
had perished, so did sha
There was no one bold enough to look upon her last
agonies ; but when she was silent and still, the Marquis
came in and wept over her ill-starred body — ^which had been
brought by its ungovernable spirit to so frightful a dia-
Bolution.
THE EXILK
** r£uth there*! a warp in his brain !
A itxaight thought growi as crooked in his reflectioD,
As the shadow of a stick in a pond.'* — Lovit Madness.
In the reign of King Charles the Fifth of Spain, there
lived in Madrid a gentleman, who being of a fair reputation
and an ample fortune, obtained in marriage the daughter of
one of the counsellors of state. He had not Hved long thus
happily, when one day his father-in-law returned from the
council, with a countenance full of dismay, and informed
him that a secret accusation of treason had been prefeired
against Him.
"Now, I know,*' said he, "that you are incapable of so
great a wickedness, not merely from the loyalty of your
nature, but because you cannot be so cruel as to have joined
in a plot which was directed against my own life as well as
others : yet, not knowing how feir the malice of your enemies
might prevail, for your marriage has made foes of many
who were before your rivals^ I would adviaA ^cra^ \i^ ^
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quitted Spain, and reBolved to repair to his wife without any
fiirther delay.
Now it ohanced in the village where he was resting, that
he had a very dear friend, named Rodrigo, who had been his
Bchool-mate, and was as dear to him as a brother ; and
going to his house at sunset, he discovered himself to the
other, and besought him to go before to Madrid, and prepare
his dear wife for his arrivaL " And now, remember,*' said
he, '^ that my liib, and not only mine, but my dear lady*s
also, depends upon your breath ; and if you frame it into
any speech so imprudently as to betray me, I vow, by our
Holy Lady of Loretto, that I will eat your heart ; *' and
with this and still stranger expressions, he conducted himself
so wildly, as to show that his misfortunes, and perhaps some
sickness, had impaired the healthiness of his brain. His friend,
however, like a prudent man, concealed this observation ;
but unlocking his library, and saying that there was store of
Mitertainment in his absence, he departed on his mission.
On Rodrigo's arrival at the lady*s house, she was seated on
a sofa, and, as if to divert her cares, was busied in some
embroidery ; but every now and then she stayed her needle
to wipe off a tear that gathered on her long dark eye-lashes,
and sometimes to gaze for minutes together on a small
portrait which lay before her on a table. '^ Alas ! " she said
to the picture, " we two that should have lived together sa
happily, to be thus asunder ; but absence has made room
for sorrow to come between us, and it slays both our
hearts:" and as she complained thus, Rodrigo joyfully
entered and began to unfold to her his welcome tidings.
At first, the sorrowful lady paid scarcely any attention to
his words, but so soon as she comprehended that it
concerned her dear husband's arrival «hft woiSL^ Xsass^c^
bnatbe for joy, ^
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friend, and that the vision itself was but the type of some
impending calamity ; nevertheless, he subdued his own fears
before the lady, and endeavoured' to divert her thoughts till
the arrival of her husband.
After a tedious interval, at length the door was suddenly
flung open, and he leaped in ; and rushing to his wife they
embraced in silence for several sweet minutes, till separating
a little, that they might gaze on each other, the lady
remarked that his arm was bound up in a bloody
handkerchief.
"Nay,*' said he, perceiving her alarm; it is no very
grievous hurt, though I have been assailed by robbers in my
way hither : but, alas ! what greater iiyuiy hath grief
wrought upon thee ! " for with her maidenly figure, she had
all the careful countenance of a matron in years.
Indeed, it was easy to conceive how their hearts had
Buffered and hungered for each other by their present
passionate endearments, for they soon crowded into a few
short minutes all the hoarded affection of years. But such
joy as theirs is often but the brief wonder of unhappy lives j
and so, in the veiy summit of delight^ they were interrupted
by Don Rodrigo, who, with looks full of terror, declared that
the house was beset 1^ the police, and presently a loud
knocking was heard at t|ip outer gates. At this alarm, the
two uufortimates started asunder, and listened till they heard
even the throbbings of their own fearful hearts. But at the
second knocking, the gentleman, quitting his wife, and
drawing his sword, stared wildly about him with eyes that
seemed to flash out sparkles of i^ipatural fire.
" Ha ! *' said he, casting a terrible glance upon Rodrigo ;
** have I sold my life to such a devil 9 '* and suddenly springing
upon him and tearing hini down to tl^e ground, he thrust his
sword fiercely into his bosom.
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At this disoourse the gentleman fell into a fresh fremy,
but less of madness than of bitter grief and remorse : every
word avenging upon him the stab which he had inflicted on
his dear friend Rodrigo. He cast himself, therefore, on the
hard floor, and would have dashed his tortured brains against
the stones, but for the struggles of the robber, who, hard-
hearted and savage as he had been by profession, was yet
touched with strange pity at the sight of so passionate a
grief. It settled upon him afterwards to a deep dejection,
and in this condition, after some weeks* confinement, the
wretched gentleman was finally released without any trial,
by an order of the council This change, however, which
should have been a blessing to any other, produced no
alleviation of his malady. It was nothing in the world to
him that he was free to revisit its sunshine, and partake of
all its natural delights — and above all, enjoy the consolations
and the sweets of domestic affection. Though there was one
ever gazing upon him with an almost breaking hearty he
neither felt his own misery nor hers, but looked upon all
things with an eye bright and fiery indeed at times ; but not,
like the stars, illuminate with knowledge.
In this mood he would sit for hours with his arms folded,
and gazing upon the vacant air, sighing sometimes — ^but
never conscious of the presence of his once beloved wife, who
sat before him, and watched his steadfast countenance, till
she wept at his want of sympathy. Day passed after day,
and night after night, but there was no change in the dark-
ness of his mind, till one morning, as he sat, his reason as it
were returned upon him like the dawn of day, when the sky
is first streaked with light, and the world gains a weak
intelligence of the things that are in it. He had been
looking for some minutes on. \i\a '^^ V\\}CiWs^.>KCi^''iwxx%V«t^
bat tenn glistened, for tbe fiwt t\m^ VcL^jcva «^«^ ^k^^^ 5b^.>a»su
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'"'^'^•' l".t «,„„ ,,^ ""^ '"s friend ij^ •"'* »atcJ,ed the
'^"'^^u, for the ,voi,n,? , '^""^ covered %itT\ "'^^
.''"'i'i'o.I fron, ,, J7,'^ ^»'' been deZj?^ ^^-^ and
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** What great eyes you have got I ** — Red Riding Rood,
** An indiscreet friend,*' says the proverb, " is more dan-
gerous than the naked sword of an enemy ; *' and truly, there
is nothing more &tal than the act of a misjudging ally, which,
like a mistake in medicine, is apt to kill the unhi^py patient
whom it was intended to cure.
This lesson was taught in a remarkable manner to the
innocent Zerlina, a peasant ; to conceive which, you must
suppose her to have gone by permission into the garden of
the Countess of Marezzo, near the Amo, one beautiful morn-
ing of June. It was a spacious pleasure-ground, excellently
disposed and adorned with the choicest specimens of shrubs
and trees, being bounded on all sides by hedge-rows of laurels
and myrtles, and such sombre evei^greens, and in the midst
was a pretty verdant lawn with a sun-diaL
The numberless plants that belong to that beautiful season
were then in full flower, and the dehcate fragrance of the
orange blossoms perfumed the universal air. The thrushes
were singing merrily in the copses, and the bees, that cannot
stir without music, made a joyous humming with their wings.
All things were vigorous and cheerful except one, a poor owl,
that had been hurt by a bolt from a cross-bow, and so had
been unable by daylight to regain his accustomed hermitage,
but sheltered himself un^er a row of laurel-trees and hollies,
that afforded a delicious shadow in the noontide sun. There,
shunning and shunned by all, as is the lot of the unfortunate,
he languished over his wound ; till a flight of i^rt ctqasc^^'ic^
espying him, he was soon foxoed. lo exAvcc^ ^ ^wsa^ssi.^ *««>&«-
tings aa well as buflfets firoia tbait HxAO^cxiX* t^c^
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perversely, but who would look for such oxmatiiral humoors
in a simple bird."
Therewith) taJdog the monkish fowl from his dull leafy
cloisters, she disposed him once more on the sunny lawn,
where he made still fresh attempts to get away from the over
painful radiance — but was now become too feeble and ill to
remove. Zerlina, therefore, began to believe that he was
reconciled to his situation ; but she had hardly cherished this
fancy, when a dismal film came suddenly over his large roimd
eyes ; and then falling over upon his back, after one or two
slow gasps of his beak, and a few twitches of his aged daws,
the poor martyr of kindness expired before her sight It
cost her a few tears to witness the tragical issue of her endea-
vours ; but she was still more grieved afterwards, when she
was told of the cruelty of her unskilful treatment ; and the
poor owl, with its melancholy death, was the frequent subject
of her meditations.
In the year after this occurrence, it happened that the
Countess of Marezzo was in want of a young female attendant,
and being much struck with the modesty and lively temper of
Zerlina, she requested of her parents to let her live with her.
The poor people, having a numerous fiEimily to provide for^
agreed very cheerfully to the proposal, and Zerlina was carried
by her benefactress to Rome. Her good conduct confirming
the prepossessions of the Countess, the latter showed her
many marks of her favour and regard, not only furnishing her
handsomely with apparel, but taking her as a companion, on
her visits to the most rich and noble families, so that Zerlina
was thus introduced to much gaiety and splendour. Her
heart, notwithstanding, ached oftentimes under her silken
dresses, for in spite of the favour of the Countess, she met
with many slights from the proud and wealthy, on aocoimt of
her humble origin, as well as much enr^ «sA t^sS^^nkr^ Hx^sb^
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** Of breaking ipean, of ziogiog helm and shield,
A dreadful romonr roai^d on every side :
There lay a horse ; another through the field
Ran masterless,— dismounted was his guide."
Godfrey of BuUoigne,
Thebe is an old proverb that some jokes are cut-throats ;
meauiDg that certain unlucky jests are apt to bring a
tragical ending.-a truth which ha« been confirmed by
many instances, besides that one which I am about to relata
At the memorable siege of Vienna by the French, in the
year ^ the inhabitants enrolled themselves in great
numbers for the defence of the city, and amongst these was
one Lodowic, a man of dull intellect and a hasty temper, but
withal of a slow courage. He was not one of the last,
however, to volunteer; for there was a lady in the back-
ground who excited him, with an extraordinary eagerness, to
take up arms against the common enemy.
It is notorious that the Germans, though phlegmatic, are
a romantic people in their notions ; the tales of chivalry, the
mysteries of Odin, and diabolical legends, being their most
favourite studies. In affairs of business they are plodding,
indefatigable, and of an extraordinary patience, their
naturalists having counted cod*s eggs, by millions, beyond
any other people ; and in their extravagant flights they
equally surpass the rest of mankind, even as it has been
observed of the most sedate drudge-horses, that they kick up
highest of any when turned out free into the meadow.
Dorothea, for so the lady was called, partook lai^gely of
the national bias ; and in tnxtlb) tox \kfit q^tcl ^^r»rr^ «a^
THE GERMAK KNIGHT. US
found it convenient to cast it amongst certain gossiping
housewives in the street ; so that, in extremity, he could
fulfil neither of the Spartan conditions.
The common people, who have hawk's eyes for any
grotesque figure, shouted lustily after him as he rode, which
attracted the general notice of his troop to that quarter, and
as soon as they perceived his uncouth habiliments, set off as
they were by his impertm'bable German gravity, there was a
tumult of laughter and derision along the whole line.
Now it happened that there belonged to this troop an
ac\jutant, a special friend of Lodowio, but, on this occasion,
the most bitter of his mockers. A hundred merry jests
he passed upon the unlucky man-at-arms, till at last the
incensed Paladin beckoned him a pace or two apart, and
after a short but angry conference, returned with his face at
a white heat to his mistress, and informed her of the event.
"Now this adventure,'* said the cruel one, '^Mls out
better than I hoped. Thou shalt cast down thy gauntlet in
defiance of this uncoiurteous knight ; and though there be no
royal lists appointed in these days, ye may have, notwith-
standing, a very honourable and chivahv)U8 encounter."
" As for that, Madam," returned Lodowic, " the matter is
settled, and without throwing about any gloves at alL I
have dared him to meet me to-morrow at simrise, by the
Linden Wood ; and one way or another I dare say something
desperate will be done between us."
The hard-hearted one, highly in love with this news,
embraced Lodowic very tenderly, and to mark her grace
towards him still farther, gave him her glove to wear as a
favoiu* during the impending combat. She selected for him,
moreover, a new suit of armour, and gave him a finesh shield
against any disaster, — a provision which the knight acknow-
ledged with equal gratitude %nd gravity. And now she ha^
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nothing left bnt to draua, waldiy or riia^K if lb ^m
of battle of tba raonow -, ■Iiiiumw. Tiwluwlt ^kmi Ifa ■■
tin mora through the ni^t, Umu if Ub kaA kaia ^^^al^
krma in » church.
Ab aoou u the oocka begui to orow, «3riA te kivl nft
u much plotkSDjv M St tvtm, h» pot «■ lite »— ^ — ^ §«
forth whikt the monuog wm j«t at • gi^ B^ht Iftmk
bo chill so dnthlika ftud tobtlt^ ■■ t^t wtuoh ■«» «
vitli tiio vKpoiuiih dampa beftra navfa^ ^^ Tf^fjjfj^jm
fijiuud himself all owr ia ft ecdd svesl^ *Ma«<BU» to tel<f
thecarth. Thnnthti nf iVwth hwiil^ h^a aa» la to >^
within bim ; U>e Yvy crinuon nota and ^mam of fli
otutcm sky suggcoting to him tl» 94111^ of tha fotr wbwA
which might soon be inflicted on hit miimlilM hoiti tag b
knew that even the iron detmoM of tha oUon fcwigii«» hrf
uot exempted them fratn nuh crad dMbeft Ih tfae men
time, be studied a padfio disomuw^ vludt be teiMtad rnmld
heal up the qnonel better than eithar iwvjnl or i-~»- - ud
in this ChriBtian temper he arrived at tha aftpointed phm
There was no one yet ™iUe witbin the nanor otaean
horizon ; wherefore be pacpd hii hme dowlj ap and dom
in front of tho Linden Wood, between vhioh and himnff
there flowed a small murmuiing atraain.
After about twenty tuma to and bo, ItOdowio faebdd "^^
one emerging from the trees, whom the puat of tha moming
would not let him perfectly i^iftingfiiii^. Howvrar, tha pala
liglit of the Bun began presently to glawa npcn the figoi^
turning it from a dark olyeot to a bri^t en^ m that it
gloomed out like the rivulet, which stood at neaHr tha saoM
distance. Thp figure leaped bis heme over the brgok ipth a
alight noise that sounded like {he jinking of fjt*fi <nyi
coming gently mU» \ka &ne^[ira.'a&,\ji&(i«w. <^ui»b»A ibut
it was tho /idjutaot, m fc sviit cS conc^ato wmtroi^ «»,-«^
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sight, he was yery much puzzled whether to take it as a new
affront or as an apology, that the other came thus, in a suit
of the kind that had begotten their difference; but how
monstrous was his rage to discover that it was only a
burlesque armoiu* — the helmet being merely a pewter bason,
and the shield the cover of a laige iron pot. The mocker,
pursuing his original jest in this indiscreet way, had pre-
pared a set speech for the encounter.
" You see. Cousin," said he, " that I meet you at your own
arms. Here \s my helmet to match with yomrs, and this
my buckler is made after the model of your own ; here is
my corslet too'* — but before he could achieve the compari-
son, his horse was staggering from the rush of the cholenc
liodowic, whose spear, whether by accident or design, was
biuied deep in the other's bosom. The woundod man gave
but one groan, and fell backward, and the horse of Jjodowic,
taking fright at the clatter of the armour, started of at full
gallop, throwing his rider side by side with the bleeding
wretch upon the grass.
As soon as he recovered from the shock, Lodowio got up
and gazed with fixed eyes on the wounded man. He was
lying on his back, staring dreadfully against the sky ; one of
his b(^i;d9 was clenched about the handle of the cruel spear —
the other he kept striking with mere anguish against the
ground, where it soon became dabbled in a pool of blood that
had flowed from his wound. Anon, drawing it in a fresh
agony across his brow, his face Hkcwise was smeared over with
the gore, making altogether so shocking a picture that
Lodowic was ready to swoon away upon the spot
"In the name of God," he cried, "tell me, my dearest
friend, that you are not mortally hurt ! " — but the wounded
man made answer only by a horrible loVL Q»i Viis^ ^'^^^'«a.^''»i
expired.
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Btrtmg the heads of a score of Turks at my saddle-bow.
Tin then, I remain, in all loyalty, your true knight,
LoDOwia
The hard-hearted one perused this letter with an equal
mixture of delight and doubt, for the style of the German,
hitherto, had been neither quaint nor heroicaL She waited
many long years, you may believe, for the heads of the
Infidels. In the meantime, Lodowic had passed oyer into
England, where he married the widow of a refiner, and soon
became an opulent sugar-baker; for though he still had
some German romantic flights on an occasion, he was as
steady and plodding as a blind mill-horse in his business.
THE FLORENTINE KINSMEN.
It is a true proyerb, that we are hawks in discerning the
£Eiults of others, but buzzards in spying out our own : and so
18 the other, that no man will act wickedly before a mirror ;
both of which sayings I hope to illustrate in the following
story.
The hereditary domains of the Malatesti, formerly a
Yerj ancient and noble family of Florence, were large and
princely, though now they are alienated and parcelled out
amongst numerous possessors; and the race which then
owned them is extinct After many generations, the greater
portion of the estates descended to a distant relation of the
house, and the remainder to his kinsman, who had already
some yeiy large possessions of his own.
This man, notwithstanding he was so rich, and able to
liye, if he chose, in the greatest luxury and profusion^ wa&
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450 THE 7L0BSNTIKS KXHSMEBT.
still 80 oovetous m to oast an enTioui and gnidgiiig bjb oq
the property of his noble kinsmaii^ and he did *"**^™g but
devise secretly how he should get the rest of the estates of
the Malatesti in his own hands. His kinsman, howeirer
though generous and hospitable^ was no prodigal or gamUer
likely to stand in need of usurious loans; neitliar a diaK>-
lute liver that might die prematurdj, nor a soldier; bat
addicted to peaceful literazy studies^ and veqr tempemte in
his habits.
The miserly man, therefore, saw no hope of obtaining his
wishes, except at the price of blood and he did not aoruplo
at last to admit this horrible altematiyo into hia nightly
meditations. He resolved, therefore^ to bribe the notorioos
PazA), a famous robber of that time^ to his puipoee : but
ashamed, perhaps, to avow his inordinate longings^ even to a
robber, or else grudging the high wages of such a servant of
iniquity, he afterwards revoked this dengu, and took upon
his own hands the office of an assassin.
Accordingly he invited his unsuspecting kinsman, inth
much specious kindness, to his own house^ under a pretence
of consulting him on some rare old manuscripts^ whidi he
had lately purchased, a temptation which the other was not
likely to resist. He repaired, therefore, very readily to the
miser's country seat, where they spent a few days together
very amicably, though not sumptuously; but the learned
gentleman was contented with the entertainment which he
hoped to meet with in the antique papyri. At last^ growing
more impatient than was strictly polite to behold the manu*
scripts, he inquired for them so coutinually, that his crafty
host thought it was full time to show him an improvement
which ho had designed upon his estate, and which intended,
as may bo gviea&ed, \)b& ^<^\a»cl q1 vcks^Oofist VnroXnr) \i;^ V^in
own.
THE FLORENTINE KINSMEN. 451
The gentleman, who, along with alchemy and the other
sciences, had studied landscape-gardening, made no diffi-
culties; so mounting their horses, thej rode towards the
middle of the estate into a deep forest, the gentleman
discoursing by the way, for the last time in his lifb possibly,
on the cultivation of the cedar. The miser with a dagger in
his sleeve, rode closely by his side, commenting from time to
time on the growth of his trees, and at length bade his
companion look towards the right, through a certain little
yistOy which opened towards the setting sun, now shining
very gorgeously in the west. The unwary gentleman
accordingly turned his head oo that side — but he had
scarcely glanced on that golden light of heaven, when the
miser suddenly smote him a savage blow on the left breast,
which tumbled him off his horse.
The stroke, however, though so well directed, alighted
luckily on a small volume of a favourite author, which the
gentleman wore constantly in his bosom. So that learning,
which has brought so many to poverty and a miserable end,
was for this once the salvation of a life.
At first the victim was stunned awhile by the fall, and
especially by the shocking treachery of his relation, who
seeing how matters went, leapt quickly down to dispatch
him ; but the gentleman, though a scholar, made a vigorous
defence, and catching hold of the miser's arm with the
dagger, he began to plead in veiy natural terms (for at other
times he was a little pedantical) for his life.
" Oh, my kinsman," said he, " why will you kill me, who
have never wished you any harm in my days, but on the
contrary have always loved you faithfully,, and concerned
myself at every opportunity about your heaith and welfare 1
Consider, besides, I beg of you, how nearly we ojc^i ^V\55i^\sjL
blood; though it is a foul cnm^ lot «xv^ \xi"w\' \i5k\SX. ^ss^
453 THE FLORENl'INE KINSMEir.
unbrotberlj hand agaiDBt another, yet in our CM6 it ia
unnatural. IlGmcmber the awful cuzse of CSain ; whidi for
this very act will piunuo you ; and for your own aake aa well
as mine, do not incur so terrible a penalty. Think how
presumptuous it is to take a life of God*B owm grmcioQa
creation, and to quench a spark whichy in after remone^
you cannot by any means rekindle ; nay, how much men
horrible it must be still to slay an immortal soul, aa yoa
thus hazard, by sending me to my aodit with all my crimei
still unrepontcd upon my head. Look here at this Teiy
blood, which you have drawn from my hand in our atrug^e^
how naturally it reproaches and stains you; for which
reason, God doubtless made it of that blushing hue, that it
might not bo shed thus wantonly. This little wjund alone
wrings mo with more pain than I have ever cauaed to any
living creature, but you cannot destroy mo without still
keener anguish and the utmost agonies. And why, indeed,
should you slay me ? not for my riches, of which we have
both of us more than enough, or if you wanted, Heavon
knows how freely I would share my means with you. I
cannot believe you so base as to murder me for such
nni)rofi table lucre, but doubtless I have offended you, in
some innocent way, to provoke this malice. If I Jiave, I will
beseech your pardon a thousand times over, from the simple
love that I bear you ; but do not requite me for an imaginary
wrong so barbaroiuily. Pray, my dear kinsman, spare me !
Do not cut me off thus untimely in the happy prime of m j
days, — from the pleasant simshino, and firom the blessed
delights of nature, and from my harmless books (for he dii
not forget those), and all the common joys of existence. It ia
tnie, I have no dear wife or children to weep for me, but 1
have many VmdVy itVotida W^s*. ^\\L ^xa^e for my death,
besides all the i^oor ^^eaaswiXa oii mi va\a.\«s^v<. ^^ vjs.
THE FLORENTINE KINSMEN. U9
I fear, under a harder lordship. Pray, mj kinsman, spare
me!"
But the cruel miser, in reply, only struggled to release
himself, and at last prevailing, he smote the other onoe or
twice again with his dagger, but not dangerously.
Now it happened that the noted robber Pazzo, whom I
have already mentioned, was making a roimd in the forest at
the same time with the two kinsmen, and thanking ProYi-
dence that had thrown into his path so rich a prize (for the
rogue was very deyout in his own way), he watched them
along the road for a favourable opportunity of assaulting
them, and so became a witness of this murderous transaction.
Pazzo himself was a brave man, and not espedally cruel ;
thus he was not sorry to see that a part of his office was
about to be performed by another, and probably, too, he was
secretly gratified to observe that a rich and reputable man
could behave himself so like a despised robber : howbeit, he
no ways interfered, but warily ambushed himself behind a
large cork-tree to behold the sequel
He was near enough to hear all the speeches that passed
between them, so that, having still some human kindliness at
the bottom of his heart, it was soon awakened by the gentle-
man's eloquent pleadings for his life ; but when the assassin
began to attack him afresh, the cruelty of the act struck on .
him so forcibly, that he instantly leaped out upon the blood-
thirsty miser, and tore him down to the groimd. He was
then going to dispatch him without further delay ; but the
generous kinsman, entreating most earnestly for the wretch's
life, and promising any sum for his ransom, Pazzo with
great reluctance, allowed him to remain unhurt He boimd
his hands together, notwithstanding, and detained him as
his prisoner; but he would accept of no ixiQXifirj^TL^x ^ vsc^
tHvour from the grateful gentlerci^Ji, eiLCC^X ^b'^xoo^'®^'^^^^^^
454 THE FLORENTINE KINSMEN.
would use his interest with goyemment in behalf of any of
the banditti who should &U into the hands of the police.
They then parted with mutual courtesy; the g^itleman
returning home, and Pazzo repairing with his captive to the
mountains, where he bestowed him as a legacy to his com-
rades, desiring them to hberate him only for an enormous
ransom. This sum was soon sent to their lendeirooB^ as
agreed upon by his kinsman; whereapon the miser was
suffered to depart; and thenoeforwards he cherished a
gentleness of hearty which he had been taught to Talue by
some sufferings amongst the mountains.
As for the gentleman, he resumed his hannless and
beloved studies, till being over persuaded to publish a
metaphysical work, on which he had been engaged for some
years, the critics did for him what his kinsman had been
unable to effect^ and he died of chagrin. The miser thus
attained in the end to his object, of inheriting the whole of
the estates ; but he enjoyed them very briefly, and on his
death the family of Malatesti became extinct
The ransom-money Pozzo distributed amongst his com-
rades, and then renoimced for ever his former course of
life ; confessing that what had passed between the two
kinsmen had held up to him such an odious pattern of his
own wicked pmctiecs, that he repented bitterly of the acts
of violence and injustice he had committed in his profession.
In this manner he justified the sayings with which I set out
in my story; and afterwords, entering into the Venetian
navy, ho served with great credit against the Turks and
infidels, and died at lost bravely fighting with those enemies
of our religion.
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