"T is thus the spirit of a single mind Makes that of mult.i.tudes take one direction, As roll the waters to the breathing wind, Or roams the herd beneath the bull"s protection; Or as a little dog will lead the blind, Or a bell-wether form the flock"s connection By tinkling sounds, when they go forth to victual; Such is the sway of your great men o"er little.
The whole camp rung with joy; you would have thought That they were going to a marriage feast (This metaphor, I think, holds good as aught, Since there is discord after both at least): There was not now a luggage boy but sought Danger and spoil with ardour much increased; And why? because a little--odd--old man, Stript to his shirt, was come to lead the van.
But so it was; and every preparation Was made with all alacrity: the first Detachment of three columns took its station, And waited but the signal"s voice to burst Upon the foe: the second"s ordination Was also in three columns, with a thirst For glory gaping o"er a sea of slaughter: The third, in columns two, attack"d by water.
New batteries were erected, and was held A general council, in which unanimity, That stranger to most councils, here prevail"d, As sometimes happens in a great extremity; And every difficulty being dispell"d, Glory began to dawn with due sublimity, While Souvaroff, determined to obtain it, Was teaching his recruits to use the bayonet
It is an actual fact, that he, commander In chief, in proper person deign"d to drill The awkward squad, and could afford to squander His time, a corporal"s duty to fulfil: Just as you "d break a sucking salamander To swallow flame, and never take it ill: He show"d them how to mount a ladder (which Was not like Jacob"s) or to cross a ditch.
Also he dress"d up, for the nonce, fascines Like men with turbans, scimitars, and dirks, And made them charge with bayonet these machines, By way of lesson against actual Turks: And when well practised in these mimic scenes, He judged them proper to a.s.sail the works; At which your wise men sneer"d in phrases witty: He made no answer; but he took the city.
Most things were in this posture on the eve Of the a.s.sault, and all the camp was in A stern repose; which you would scarce conceive; Yet men resolved to dash through thick and thin Are very silent when they once believe That all is settled:--there was little din, For some were thinking of their home and friends, And others of themselves and latter ends.
Suwarrow chiefly was on the alert, Surveying, drilling, ordering, jesting, pondering; For the man was, we safely may a.s.sert, A thing to wonder at beyond most wondering; Hero, buffoon, half-demon, and half-dirt, Praying, instructing, desolating, plundering; Now Mars, now Momus; and when bent to storm A fortress, Harlequin in uniform.
The day before the a.s.sault, while upon drill-- For this great conqueror play"d the corporal-- Some Cossacques, hovering like hawks round a hill, Had met a party towards the twilight"s fall, One of whom spoke their tongue--or well or ill, "T was much that he was understood at all; But whether from his voice, or speech, or manner, They found that he had fought beneath their banner.
Whereon immediately at his request They brought him and his comrades to head-quarters; Their dress was Moslem, but you might have guess"d That these were merely masquerading Tartars, And that beneath each Turkish-fashion"d vest Lurk"d Christianity; which sometimes barters Her inward grace for outward show, and makes It difficult to shun some strange mistakes.
Suwarrow, who was standing in his shirt Before a company of Calmucks, drilling, Exclaiming, fooling, swearing at the inert, And lecturing on the n.o.ble art of killing,-- For deeming human clay but common dirt, This great philosopher was thus instilling His maxims, which to martial comprehension Proved death in battle equal to a pension;--
Suwarrow, when he saw this company Of Cossacques and their prey, turn"d round and cast Upon them his slow brow and piercing eye:-- "Whence come ye?"--"From Constantinople last, Captives just now escaped," was the reply.
"What are ye?"--"What you see us." Briefly pa.s.s"d This dialogue; for he who answer"d knew To whom he spoke, and made his words but few.
"Your names?"--"Mine "s Johnson, and my comrade "s Juan; The other two are women, and the third Is neither man nor woman." The chief threw on The party a slight glance, then said, "I have heard Your name before, the second is a new one: To bring the other three here was absurd: But let that pa.s.s:--I think I have heard your name In the Nikolaiew regiment?"--"The same."
"You served at Widdin?"--"Yes."--"You led the attack?"
"I did."--"What next?"--"I really hardly know."
"You were the first i" the breach?"--"I was not slack At least to follow those who might be so."
"What follow"d?"--"A shot laid me on my back, And I became a prisoner to the foe."
"You shall have vengeance, for the town surrounded Is twice as strong as that where you were wounded.
"Where will you serve?"--"Where"er you please."--"I know You like to be the hope of the forlorn, And doubtless would be foremost on the foe After the hardships you "ve already borne.
And this young fellow--say what can he do?
He with the beardless chin and garments torn?"
"Why, general, if he hath no greater fault In war than love, he had better lead the a.s.sault."
"He shall if that he dare." Here Juan bow"d Low as the compliment deserved. Suwarrow Continued: "Your old regiment"s allow"d, By special providence, to lead to-morrow, Or it may be to-night, the a.s.sault: I have vow"d To several saints, that shortly plough or harrow Shall pa.s.s o"er what was Ismail, and its tusk Be unimpeded by the proudest mosque.
"So now, my lads, for glory!"--Here he turn"d And drill"d away in the most cla.s.sic Russian, Until each high, heroic bosom burn"d For cash and conquest, as if from a cushion A preacher had held forth (who n.o.bly spurn"d All earthly goods save t.i.thes) and bade them push on To slay the Pagans who resisted, battering The armies of the Christian Empress Catherine.
Johnson, who knew by this long colloquy Himself a favourite, ventured to address Suwarrow, though engaged with accents high In his resumed amus.e.m.e.nt. "I confess My debt in being thus allow"d to die Among the foremost; but if you "d express Explicitly our several posts, my friend And self would know what duty to attend."
"Right! I was busy, and forgot. Why, you Will join your former regiment, which should be Now under arms. Ho! Katskoff, take him to (Here he call"d up a Polish orderly) His post, I mean the regiment Nikolaiew: The stranger stripling may remain with me; He "s a fine boy. The women may be sent To the other baggage, or to the sick tent."
But here a sort of scene began to ensue: The ladies,--who by no means had been bred To be disposed of in a way so new, Although their haram education led Doubtless to that of doctrines the most true, Pa.s.sive obedience,--now raised up the head, With flashing eyes and starting tears, and flung Their arms, as hens their wings about their young,
O"er the promoted couple of brave men Who were thus honour"d by the greatest chief That ever peopled h.e.l.l with heroes slain, Or plunged a province or a realm in grief.
O, foolish mortals! Always taught in vain!
O, glorious laurel! since for one sole leaf Of thine imaginary deathless tree, Of blood and tears must flow the unebbing sea.
Suwarrow, who had small regard for tears, And not much sympathy for blood, survey"d The women with their hair about their ears And natural agonies, with a slight shade Of feeling: for however habit sears Men"s hearts against whole millions, when their trade Is butchery, sometimes a single sorrow Will touch even heroes--and such was Suwarrow.
He said,--and in the kindest Calmuck tone,-- "Why, Johnson, what the devil do you mean By bringing women here? They shall be shown All the attention possible, and seen In safety to the waggons, where alone In fact they can be safe. You should have been Aware this kind of baggage never thrives: Save wed a year, I hate recruits with wives."
"May it please your excellency," thus replied Our British friend, "these are the wives of others, And not our own. I am too qualified By service with my military brothers To break the rules by bringing one"s own bride Into a camp: I know that nought so bothers The hearts of the heroic on a charge, As leaving a small family at large.
"But these are but two Turkish ladies, who With their attendant aided our escape, And afterwards accompanied us through A thousand perils in this dubious shape.
To me this kind of life is not so new; To them, poor things, it is an awkward sc.r.a.pe.
I therefore, if you wish me to fight freely, Request that they may both be used genteelly."
Meantime these two poor girls, with swimming eyes, Look"d on as if in doubt if they could trust Their own protectors; nor was their surprise Less than their grief (and truly not less just) To see an old man, rather wild than wise In aspect, plainly clad, besmear"d with dust, Stript to his waistcoat, and that not too clean, More fear"d than all the sultans ever seen.
For every thing seem"d resting on his nod, As they could read in all eyes. Now to them, Who were accustom"d, as a sort of G.o.d, To see the sultan, rich in many a gem, Like an imperial peac.o.c.k stalk abroad (That royal bird, whose tail "s a diadem), With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without.
John Johnson, seeing their extreme dismay, Though little versed in feelings oriental, Suggested some slight comfort in his way: Don Juan, who was much more sentimental, Swore they should see him by the dawn of day, Or that the Russian army should repent all: And, strange to say, they found some consolation In this--for females like exaggeration.
And then with tears, and sighs, and some slight kisses, They parted for the present--these to await, According to the artillery"s. .h.i.ts or misses, What sages call Chance, Providence, or Fate (Uncertainty is one of many blisses, A mortgage on Humanity"s estate)-- While their beloved friends began to arm, To burn a town which never did them harm.
Suwarrow,--who but saw things in the gross, Being much too gross to see them in detail, Who calculated life as so much dross, And as the wind a widow"d nation"s wail, And cared as little for his army"s loss (So that their efforts should at length prevail) As wife and friends did for the boils of job,-- What was "t to him to hear two women sob?
Nothing.--The work of glory still went on In preparations for a cannonade As terrible as that of Ilion, If Homer had found mortars ready made; But now, instead of slaying Priam"s son, We only can but talk of escalade, Bombs, drums, guns, bastions, batteries, bayonets, bullets,-- Hard words, which stick in the soft Muses" gullets.
O, thou eternal Homer! who couldst charm All cars, though long; all ages, though so short, By merely wielding with poetic arm Arms to which men will never more resort, Unless gunpowder should be found to harm Much less than is the hope of every court, Which now is leagued young Freedom to annoy; But they will not find Liberty a Troy:--
O, thou eternal Homer! I have now To paint a siege, wherein more men were slain, With deadlier engines and a speedier blow, Than in thy Greek gazette of that campaign; And yet, like all men else, I must allow, To vie with thee would be about as vain As for a brook to cope with ocean"s flood; But still we moderns equal you in blood;
If not in poetry, at least in fact; And fact is truth, the grand desideratum!
Of which, howe"er the Muse describes each act, There should be ne"ertheless a slight substratum.
But now the town is going to be attack"d; Great deeds are doing--how shall I relate "em?
Souls of immortal generals! Phoebus watches To colour up his rays from your despatches.
O, ye great bulletins of Bonaparte!
O, ye less grand long lists of kill"d and wounded!
Shade of Leonidas, who fought so hearty, When my poor Greece was once, as now, surrounded!
O, Caesar"s Commentaries! now impart, ye Shadows of glory! (lest I be confounded) A portion of your fading twilight hues, So beautiful, so fleeting, to the Muse.
When I call "fading" martial immortality, I mean, that every age and every year, And almost every day, in sad reality, Some sucking hero is compell"d to rear, Who, when we come to sum up the totality Of deeds to human happiness most dear, Turns out to be a butcher in great business, Afflicting young folks with a sort of dizziness.
Medals, rank, ribands, lace, embroidery, scarlet, Are things immortal to immortal man, As purple to the Babylonian harlot: An uniform to boys is like a fan To women; there is scarce a crimson varlet But deems himself the first in Glory"s van.
But Glory"s glory; and if you would find What that is--ask the pig who sees the wind!
At least he feels it, and some say he sees, Because he runs before it like a pig; Or, if that simple sentence should displease, Say, that he scuds before it like a brig, A schooner, or--but it is time to ease This Canto, ere my Muse perceives fatigue.
The next shall ring a peal to shake all people, Like a bob-major from a village steeple.
Hark! through the silence of the cold, dull night, The hum of armies gathering rank on rank!
Lo! dusky ma.s.ses steal in dubious sight Along the leaguer"d wall and bristling bank Of the arm"d river, while with straggling light The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank, Which curl in curious wreaths:--how soon the smoke Of h.e.l.l shall pall them in a deeper cloak!