"T is better on the whole to have felt and seen That which humanity may bear, or bear not: "T will teach discernment to the sensitive, And not to pour their ocean in a sieve.
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so,"
Utter"d by friends, those prophets of the past, Who, "stead of saying what you now should do, Own they foresaw that you would fall at last, And solace your slight lapse "gainst "bonos mores,"
With a long memorandum of old stories.
The Lady Adeline"s serene severity Was not confined to feeling for her friend, Whose fame she rather doubted with posterity, Unless her habits should begin to mend: But Juan also shared in her austerity, But mix"d with pity, pure as e"er was penn"d: His inexperience moved her gentle ruth, And (as her junior by six weeks) his youth.
These forty days" advantage of her years-- And hers were those which can face calculation, Boldly referring to the list of peers And n.o.ble births, nor dread the enumeration-- Gave her a right to have maternal fears For a young gentleman"s fit education, Though she was far from that leap year, whose leap, In female dates, strikes Time all of a heap.
This may be fix"d at somewhere before thirty-- Say seven-and-twenty; for I never knew The strictest in chronology and virtue Advance beyond, while they could pa.s.s for new.
O Time! why dost not pause? Thy scythe, so dirty With rust, should surely cease to hack and hew.
Reset it; shave more smoothly, also slower, If but to keep thy credit as a mower.
But Adeline was far from that ripe age, Whose ripeness is but bitter at the best: "T was rather her experience made her sage, For she had seen the world and stood its test, As I have said in--I forget what page; My Muse despises reference, as you have guess"d By this time;--but strike six from seven-and-twenty, And you will find her sum of years in plenty.
At sixteen she came out; presented, vaunted, She put all coronets into commotion: At seventeen, too, the world was still enchanted With the new Venus of their brilliant ocean: At eighteen, though below her feet still panted A hecatomb of suitors with devotion, She had consented to create again That Adam, call"d "The happiest of men."
Since then she had sparkled through three glowing winters, Admired, adored; but also so correct, That she had puzzled all the acutest hinters, Without the apparel of being circ.u.mspect: They could not even glean the slightest splinters From off the marble, which had no defect.
She had also s.n.a.t.c.h"d a moment since her marriage To bear a son and heir--and one miscarriage.
Fondly the wheeling fire-flies flew around her, Those little glitterers of the London night; But none of these possess"d a sting to wound her-- She was a pitch beyond a c.o.xcomb"s flight.
Perhaps she wish"d an aspirant profounder; But whatsoe"er she wish"d, she acted right; And whether coldness, pride, or virtue dignify A woman, so she "s good, what does it signify?
I hate a motive, like a lingering bottle Which with the landlord makes too long a stand, Leaving all-claretless the unmoisten"d throttle, Especially with politics on hand; I hate it, as I hate a drove of cattle, Who whirl the dust as simooms whirl the sand; I hate it, as I hate an argument, A laureate"s ode, or servile peer"s "content."
"T is sad to hack into the roots of things, They are so much intertwisted with the earth; So that the branch a goodly verdure flings, I reck not if an acorn gave it birth.
To trace all actions to their secret springs Would make indeed some melancholy mirth; But this is not at present my concern, And I refer you to wise Oxenstiern.
With the kind view of saving an eclat, Both to the d.u.c.h.ess and diplomatist, The Lady Adeline, as soon "s she saw That Juan was unlikely to resist (For foreigners don"t know that a faux pas In England ranks quite on a different list From those of other lands unblest with juries, Whose verdict for such sin a certain cure is);--
The Lady Adeline resolved to take Such measures as she thought might best impede The farther progress of this sad mistake.
She thought with some simplicity indeed; But innocence is bold even at the stake, And simple in the world, and doth not need Nor use those palisades by dames erected, Whose virtue lies in never being detected.
It was not that she fear"d the very worst: His Grace was an enduring, married man, And was not likely all at once to burst Into a scene, and swell the clients" clan Of Doctors" Commons: but she dreaded first The magic of her Grace"s talisman, And next a quarrel (as he seem"d to fret) With Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.
Her Grace, too, pa.s.s"d for being an intrigante, And somewhat mechante in her amorous sphere; One of those pretty, precious plagues, which haunt A lover with caprices soft and dear, That like to make a quarrel, when they can"t Find one, each day of the delightful year; Bewitching, torturing, as they freeze or glow, And--what is worst of all--won"t let you go:
The sort of thing to turn a young man"s head, Or make a Werter of him in the end.
No wonder then a purer soul should dread This sort of chaste liaison for a friend; It were much better to be wed or dead, Than wear a heart a woman loves to rend.
"T is best to pause, and think, ere you rush on, If that a "bonne fortune" be really "bonne."
And first, in the o"erflowing of her heart, Which really knew or thought it knew no guile, She call"d her husband now and then apart, And bade him counsel Juan. With a smile Lord Henry heard her plans of artless art To wean Don Juan from the siren"s wile; And answer"d, like a statesman or a prophet, In such guise that she could make nothing of it.
Firstly, he said, "he never interfered In any body"s business but the king"s:"
Next, that "he never judged from what appear"d, Without strong reason, of those sort of things:"
Thirdly, that "Juan had more brain than beard, And was not to be held in leading strings;"
And fourthly, what need hardly be said twice, "That good but rarely came from good advice."
And, therefore, doubtless to approve the truth Of the last axiom, he advised his spouse To leave the parties to themselves, forsooth-- At least as far as bienseance allows: That time would temper Juan"s faults of youth; That young men rarely made monastic vows; That opposition only more attaches-- But here a messenger brought in despatches:
And being of the council call"d "the Privy,"
Lord Henry walk"d into his cabinet, To furnish matter for some future Livy To tell how he reduced the nation"s debt; And if their full contents I do not give ye, It is because I do not know them yet; But I shall add them in a brief appendix, To come between mine epic and its index.
But ere he went, he added a slight hint, Another gentle common-place or two, Such as are coin"d in conversation"s mint, And pa.s.s, for want of better, though not new: Then broke his packet, to see what was in "t, And having casually glanced it through, Retired; and, as went out, calmly kiss"d her, Less like a young wife than an aged sister.
He was a cold, good, honourable man, Proud of his birth, and proud of every thing; A goodly spirit for a state divan, A figure fit to walk before a king; Tall, stately, form"d to lead the courtly van On birthdays, glorious with a star and string; The very model of a chamberlain-- And such I mean to make him when I reign.
But there was something wanting on the whole-- I don"t know what, and therefore cannot tell-- Which pretty women--the sweet souls!--call soul.
Certes it was not body; he was well Proportion"d, as a poplar or a pole, A handsome man, that human miracle; And in each circ.u.mstance of love or war Had still preserved his perpendicular.
Still there was something wanting, as I "ve said-- That undefinable "Je ne scais quoi,"
Which, for what I know, may of yore have led To Homer"s Iliad, since it drew to Troy The Greek Eve, Helen, from the Spartan"s bed; Though on the whole, no doubt, the Dardan boy Was much inferior to King Menelaus:-- But thus it is some women will betray us.
There is an awkward thing which much perplexes, Unless like wise Tiresias we had proved By turns the difference of the several s.e.xes; Neither can show quite how they would be loved.
The sensual for a short time but connects us, The sentimental boasts to be unmoved; But both together form a kind of centaur, Upon whose back "t is better not to venture.
A something all-sufficient for the heart Is that for which the s.e.x are always seeking: But how to fill up that same vacant part?
There lies the rub--and this they are but weak in.
Frail mariners afloat without a chart, They run before the wind through high seas breaking; And when they have made the sh.o.r.e through every shock, "T is odd, or odds, it may turn out a rock.
There is a flower call"d "Love in Idleness,"
For which see Shakspeare"s everblooming garden;-- I will not make his great description less, And beg his British G.o.dship"s humble pardon, If in my extremity of rhyme"s distress, I touch a single leaf where he is warden;-- But though the flower is different, with the French Or Swiss Rousseau, cry "Voila la Pervenche!"
Eureka! I have found it! What I mean To say is, not that love is idleness, But that in love such idleness has been An accessory, as I have cause to guess.
Hard labour"s an indifferent go-between; Your men of business are not apt to express Much pa.s.sion, since the merchant-ship, the Argo, Convey"d Medea as her supercargo.
"Beatus ille procul!" from "negotiis,"
Saith Horace; the great little poet "s wrong; His other maxim, "Noscitur a sociis,"
Is much more to the purpose of his song; Though even that were sometimes too ferocious, Unless good company be kept too long; But, in his teeth, whate"er their state or station, Thrice happy they who have an occupation!
Adam exchanged his Paradise for ploughing, Eve made up millinery with fig leaves-- The earliest knowledge from the tree so knowing, As far as I know, that the church receives: And since that time it need not cost much showing, That many of the ills o"er which man grieves, And still more women, spring from not employing Some hours to make the remnant worth enjoying.
And hence high life is oft a dreary void, A rack of pleasures, where we must invent A something wherewithal to be annoy"d.
Bards may sing what they please about Content; Contented, when translated, means but cloy"d; And hence arise the woes of sentiment, Blue devils, and blue-stockings, and romances Reduced to practice, and perform"d like dances.
I do declare, upon an affidavit, Romances I ne"er read like those I have seen; Nor, if unto the world I ever gave it, Would some believe that such a tale had been: But such intent I never had, nor have it; Some truths are better kept behind a screen, Especially when they would look like lies; I therefore deal in generalities.
"An oyster may be cross"d in love,"--and why?
Because he mopeth idly in his sh.e.l.l, And heaves a lonely subterraqueous sigh, Much as a monk may do within his cell: And a-propos of monks, their piety With sloth hath found it difficult to dwell; Those vegetables of the Catholic creed Are apt exceedingly to run to seed.
O Wilberforce! thou man of black renown, Whose merit none enough can sing or say, Thou hast struck one immense Colossus down, Thou moral Washington of Africa!
But there "s another little thing, I own, Which you should perpetrate some summer"s day, And set the other halt of earth to rights; You have freed the blacks--now pray shut up the whites.
Shut up the bald-coot bully Alexander!
Ship off the Holy Three to Senegal; Teach them that "sauce for goose is sauce for gander,"
And ask them how they like to be in thrall?
Shut up each high heroic salamander, Who eats fire gratis (since the pay "s but small); Shut up--no, not the King, but the Pavilion, Or else "t will cost us all another million.
Shut up the world at large, let Bedlam out; And you will be perhaps surprised to find All things pursue exactly the same route, As now with those of soi-disant sound mind.