Men grow ashamed of being so very fond; They sometimes also get a little tired (But that, of course, is rare), and then despond: The same things cannot always be admired, Yet "t is "so nominated in the bond,"
That both are tied till one shall have expired.
Sad thought! to lose the spouse that was adorning Our days, and put one"s servants into mourning.
There "s doubtless something in domestic doings Which forms, in fact, true love"s ant.i.thesis; Romances paint at full length people"s wooings, But only give a bust of marriages; For no one cares for matrimonial cooings, There "s nothing wrong in a connubial kiss: Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch"s wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?
All tragedies are finish"d by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage; The future states of both are left to faith, For authors fear description might disparage The worlds to come of both, or fall beneath, And then both worlds would punish their miscarriage; So leaving each their priest and prayer-book ready, They say no more of Death or of the Lady.
The only two that in my recollection Have sung of heaven and h.e.l.l, or marriage, are Dante and Milton, and of both the affection Was hapless in their nuptials, for some bar Of fault or temper ruin"d the connection (Such things, in fact, it don"t ask much to mar): But Dante"s Beatrice and Milton"s Eve Were not drawn from their spouses, you conceive.
Some persons say that Dante meant theology By Beatrice, and not a mistress--I, Although my opinion may require apology, Deem this a commentator"s fantasy, Unless indeed it was from his own knowledge he Decided thus, and show"d good reason why; I think that Dante"s more abstruse ecstatics Meant to personify the mathematics.
Haidee and Juan were not married, but The fault was theirs, not mine; it is not fair, Chaste reader, then, in any way to put The blame on me, unless you wish they were; Then if you "d have them wedded, please to shut The book which treats of this erroneous pair, Before the consequences grow too awful; "T is dangerous to read of loves unlawful.
Yet they were happy,--happy in the illicit Indulgence of their innocent desires; But more imprudent grown with every visit, Haidee forgot the island was her sire"s; When we have what we like, "t is hard to miss it, At least in the beginning, ere one tires; Thus she came often, not a moment losing, Whilst her piratical papa was cruising.
Let not his mode of raising cash seem strange, Although he fleeced the flags of every nation, For into a prime minister but change His t.i.tle, and "t is nothing but taxation; But he, more modest, took an humbler range Of life, and in an honester vocation Pursued o"er the high seas his watery journey, And merely practised as a sea-attorney.
The good old gentleman had been detain"d By winds and waves, and some important captures; And, in the hope of more, at sea remain"d, Although a squall or two had damp"d his raptures, By swamping one of the prizes; he had chain"d His prisoners, dividing them like chapters In number"d lots; they all had cuffs and collars, And averaged each from ten to a hundred dollars.
Some he disposed of off Cape Matapan, Among his friends the Mainots; some he sold To his Tunis correspondents, save one man Toss"d overboard unsaleable (being old); The rest--save here and there some richer one, Reserved for future ransom--in the hold Were link"d alike, as for the common people he Had a large order from the Dey of Tripoli.
The merchandise was served in the same way, Pieced out for different marts in the Levant; Except some certain portions of the prey, Light cla.s.sic articles of female want, French stuffs, lace, tweezers, toothpicks, teapot, tray, Guitars and castanets from Alicant, All which selected from the spoil he gathers, Robb"d for his daughter by the best of fathers.
A monkey, a Dutch mastiff, a mackaw, Two parrots, with a Persian cat and kittens, He chose from several animals he saw-- A terrier, too, which once had been a Briton"s, Who dying on the coast of Ithaca, The peasants gave the poor dumb thing a pittance; These to secure in this strong blowing weather, He caged in one huge hamper altogether.
Then having settled his marine affairs, Despatching single cruisers here and there, His vessel having need of some repairs, He shaped his course to where his daughter fair Continued still her hospitable cares; But that part of the coast being shoal and bare, And rough with reefs which ran out many a mile, His port lay on the other side o" the isle.
And there he went ash.o.r.e without delay, Having no custom-house nor quarantine To ask him awkward questions on the way About the time and place where he had been: He left his ship to be hove down next day, With orders to the people to careen; So that all hands were busy beyond measure, In getting out goods, ballast, guns, and treasure.
Arriving at the summit of a hill Which overlook"d the white walls of his home, He stopp"d.--What singular emotions fill Their bosoms who have been induced to roam!
With fluttering doubts if all be well or ill-- With love for many, and with fears for some; All feelings which o"erleap the years long lost, And bring our hearts back to their starting-post.
The approach of home to husbands and to sires, After long travelling by land or water, Most naturally some small doubt inspires-- A female family "s a serious matter (None trusts the s.e.x more, or so much admires-- But they hate flattery, so I never flatter); Wives in their husbands" absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
An honest gentleman at his return May not have the good fortune of Ulysses; Not all lone matrons for their husbands mourn, Or show the same dislike to suitors" kisses; The odds are that he finds a handsome urn To his memory--and two or three young misses Born to some friend, who holds his wife and riches,-- And that his Argus--bites him by the breeches.
If single, probably his plighted fair Has in his absence wedded some rich miser; But all the better, for the happy pair May quarrel, and the lady growing wiser, He may resume his amatory care As cavalier servente, or despise her; And that his sorrow may not be a dumb one, Write odes on the Inconstancy of Woman.
And oh! ye gentlemen who have already Some chaste liaison of the kind--I mean An honest friendship with a married lady-- The only thing of this sort ever seen To last--of all connections the most steady, And the true Hymen (the first "s but a screen)-- Yet for all that keep not too long away, I "ve known the absent wrong"d four times a day.
Lambro, our sea-solicitor, who had Much less experience of dry land than ocean, On seeing his own chimney-smoke, felt glad; But not knowing metaphysics, had no notion Of the true reason of his not being sad, Or that of any other strong emotion; He loved his child, and would have wept the loss of her, But knew the cause no more than a philosopher.
He saw his white walls shining in the sun, His garden trees all shadowy and green; He heard his rivulet"s light bubbling run, The distant dog-bark; and perceived between The umbrage of the wood so cool and dun The moving figures, and the sparkling sheen Of arms (in the East all arm)--and various dyes Of colour"d garbs, as bright as b.u.t.terflies.
And as the spot where they appear he nears, Surprised at these unwonted signs of idling, He hears--alas! no music of the spheres, But an unhallow"d, earthly sound of fiddling!
A melody which made him doubt his ears, The cause being past his guessing or unriddling; A pipe, too, and a drum, and shortly after, A most unoriental roar of laughter.
And still more nearly to the place advancing, Descending rather quickly the declivity, Through the waved branches o"er the greensward glancing, "Midst other indications of festivity, Seeing a troop of his domestics dancing Like dervises, who turn as on a pivot, he Perceived it was the Pyrrhic dance so martial, To which the Levantines are very partial.
And further on a group of Grecian girls, The first and tallest her white kerchief waving, Were strung together like a row of pearls, Link"d hand in hand, and dancing; each too having Down her white neck long floating auburn curls (The least of which would set ten poets raving); Their leader sang--and bounded to her song, With choral step and voice, the virgin throng.
And here, a.s.sembled cross-legg"d round their trays, Small social parties just begun to dine; Pilaus and meats of all sorts met the gaze, And flasks of Samian and of Chian wine, And sherbet cooling in the porous vase; Above them their dessert grew on its vine, The orange and pomegranate nodding o"er Dropp"d in their laps, scarce pluck"d, their mellow store.
A band of children, round a snow-white ram, There wreathe his venerable horns with flowers; While peaceful as if still an unwean"d lamb, The patriarch of the flock all gently cowers His sober head, majestically tame, Or eats from out the palm, or playful lowers His brow, as if in act to b.u.t.t, and then Yielding to their small hands, draws back again.
Their cla.s.sical profiles, and glittering dresses, Their large black eyes, and soft seraphic cheeks, Crimson as cleft pomegranates, their long tresses, The gesture which enchants, the eye that speaks, The innocence which happy childhood blesses, Made quite a picture of these little Greeks; So that the philosophical beholder Sigh"d for their sakes--that they should e"er grow older.
Afar, a dwarf buffoon stood telling tales To a sedate grey circle of old smokers, Of secret treasures found in hidden vales, Of wonderful replies from Arab jokers, Of charms to make good gold and cure bad ails, Of rocks bewitch"d that open to the knockers, Of magic ladies who, by one sole act, Transform"d their lords to beasts (but that "s a fact).
Here was no lack of innocent diversion For the imagination or the senses, Song, dance, wine, music, stories from the Persian, All pretty pastimes in which no offence is; But Lambro saw all these things with aversion, Perceiving in his absence such expenses, Dreading that climax of all human ills, The inflammation of his weekly bills.
Ah! what is man? what perils still environ The happiest mortals even after dinner-- A day of gold from out an age of iron Is all that life allows the luckiest sinner; Pleasure (whene"er she sings, at least) "s a siren, That lures, to flay alive, the young beginner; Lambro"s reception at his people"s banquet Was such as fire accords to a wet blanket.
He--being a man who seldom used a word Too much, and wishing gladly to surprise (In general he surprised men with the sword) His daughter--had not sent before to advise Of his arrival, so that no one stirr"d; And long he paused to re-a.s.sure his eyes In fact much more astonish"d than delighted, To find so much good company invited.
He did not know (alas! how men will lie) That a report (especially the Greeks) Avouch"d his death (such people never die), And put his house in mourning several weeks,-- But now their eyes and also lips were dry; The bloom, too, had return"d to Haidee"s cheeks, Her tears, too, being return"d into their fount, She now kept house upon her own account.
Hence all this rice, meat, dancing, wine, and fiddling, Which turn"d the isle into a place of pleasure; The servants all were getting drunk or idling, A life which made them happy beyond measure.
Her father"s hospitality seem"d middling, Compared with what Haidee did with his treasure; "T was wonderful how things went on improving, While she had not one hour to spare from loving.
Perhaps you think in stumbling on this feast He flew into a pa.s.sion, and in fact There was no mighty reason to be pleased; Perhaps you prophesy some sudden act, The whip, the rack, or dungeon at the least, To teach his people to be more exact, And that, proceeding at a very high rate, He show"d the royal penchants of a pirate.
You "re wrong.--He was the mildest manner"d man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat: With such true breeding of a gentleman, You never could divine his real thought; No courtier could, and scarcely woman can Gird more deceit within a petticoat; Pity he loved adventurous life"s variety, He was so great a loss to good society.
Advancing to the nearest dinner tray, Tapping the shoulder of the nighest guest, With a peculiar smile, which, by the way, Boded no good, whatever it express"d, He ask"d the meaning of this holiday; The vinous Greek to whom he had address"d His question, much too merry to divine The questioner, fill"d up a gla.s.s of wine,
And without turning his facetious head, Over his shoulder, with a Bacchant air, Presented the o"erflowing cup, and said, "Talking "s dry work, I have no time to spare."
A second hiccup"d, "Our old master "s dead, You "d better ask our mistress who "s his heir."
"Our mistress!" quoth a third: "Our mistress!--pooh!- You mean our master--not the old, but new."
These rascals, being new comers, knew not whom They thus address"d--and Lambro"s visage fell-- And o"er his eye a momentary gloom Pa.s.s"d, but he strove quite courteously to quell The expression, and endeavouring to resume His smile, requested one of them to tell The name and quality of his new patron, Who seem"d to have turn"d Haidee into a matron.
"I know not," quoth the fellow, "who or what He is, nor whence he came--and little care; But this I know, that this roast capon "s fat, And that good wine ne"er wash"d down better fare; And if you are not satisfied with that, Direct your questions to my neighbour there; He "ll answer all for better or for worse, For none likes more to hear himself converse."
I said that Lambro was a man of patience, And certainly he show"d the best of breeding, Which scarce even France, the paragon of nations, E"er saw her most polite of sons exceeding; He bore these sneers against his near relations, His own anxiety, his heart, too, bleeding, The insults, too, of every servile glutton, Who all the time was eating up his mutton.
Now in a person used to much command-- To bid men come, and go, and come again-- To see his orders done, too, out of hand-- Whether the word was death, or but the chain-- It may seem strange to find his manners bland; Yet such things are, which I can not explain, Though doubtless he who can command himself Is good to govern--almost as a Guelf.
Not that he was not sometimes rash or so, But never in his real and serious mood; Then calm, concentrated, and still, and slow, He lay coil"d like the boa in the wood; With him it never was a word and blow, His angry word once o"er, he shed no blood, But in his silence there was much to rue, And his one blow left little work for two.
He ask"d no further questions, and proceeded On to the house, but by a private way, So that the few who met him hardly heeded, So little they expected him that day; If love paternal in his bosom pleaded For Haidee"s sake, is more than I can say, But certainly to one deem"d dead, returning, This revel seem"d a curious mode of mourning.
If all the dead could now return to life (Which G.o.d forbid!) or some, or a great many, For instance, if a husband or his wife (Nuptial examples are as good as any), No doubt whate"er might be their former strife, The present weather would be much more rainy-- Tears shed into the grave of the connection Would share most probably its resurrection.
He enter"d in the house no more his home, A thing to human feelings the most trying, And harder for the heart to overcome, Perhaps, than even the mental pangs of dying; To find our hearthstone turn"d into a tomb, And round its once warm precincts palely lying The ashes of our hopes, is a deep grief, Beyond a single gentleman"s belief.
He enter"d in the house--his home no more, For without hearts there is no home; and felt The solitude of pa.s.sing his own door Without a welcome; there he long had dwelt, There his few peaceful days Time had swept o"er, There his worn bosom and keen eye would melt Over the innocence of that sweet child, His only shrine of feelings undefiled.