XVI.
In short, she was a walking calculation, Miss Edgeworth"s novels stepping from their covers,[28]
Or Mrs. Trimmer"s books on education,[29]
Or "Coelebs" Wife"[30] set out in quest of lovers, Morality"s prim personification, In which not Envy"s self a flaw discovers; To others" share let "female errors fall,"[31]
For she had not even one--the worst of all.
XVII.
Oh! she was perfect past all parallel-- Of any modern female saint"s comparison; So far above the cunning powers of h.e.l.l, Her Guardian Angel had given up his garrison; Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison:[32]
In virtues nothing earthly could surpa.s.s her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Maca.s.sar![33]
XVIII.
Perfect she was, but as perfection is Insipid in this naughty world of ours, Where our first parents never learned to kiss Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers, Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss,[b]
(I wonder how they got through the twelve hours), Don Jose, like a lineal son of Eve, Went plucking various fruit without her leave.
XIX.
He was a mortal of the careless kind, With no great love for learning, or the learned, Who chose to go where"er he had a mind, And never dreamed his lady was concerned; The world, as usual, wickedly inclined To see a kingdom or a house o"erturned, Whispered he had a mistress, some said _two_.
But for domestic quarrels _one_ will do.
XX.
Now Donna Inez had, with all her merit, A great opinion of her own good qualities; Neglect, indeed, requires a saint to bear it, And such, indeed, she was in her moralities;[c]
But then she had a devil of a spirit, And sometimes mixed up fancies with realities, And let few opportunities escape Of getting her liege lord into a sc.r.a.pe.
XXI.
This was an easy matter with a man Oft in the wrong, and never on his guard; And even the wisest, do the best they can, Have moments, hours, and days, so unprepared, That you might "brain them with their lady"s fan;"[34]
And sometimes ladies. .h.i.t exceeding hard, And fans turn into falchions in fair hands, And why and wherefore no one understands.
XXII.
"T is pity learned virgins ever wed With persons of no sort of education, Or gentlemen, who, though well born and bred, Grow tired of scientific conversation: I don"t choose to say much upon this head, I"m a plain man, and in a single station, But--Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not hen-pecked you all?
XXIII.
Don Jose and his lady quarrelled--_why_, Not any of the many could divine, Though several thousand people chose to try, "T was surely no concern of theirs nor mine; I loathe that low vice--curiosity; But if there"s anything in which I shine, "T is in arranging all my friends" affairs, Not having, of my own, domestic cares.
XXIV.
And so I interfered, and with the best Intentions, but their treatment was not kind; I think the foolish people were possessed, For neither of them could I ever find, Although their porter afterwards confessed-- But that"s no matter, and the worst"s behind, For little Juan o"er me threw, down stairs, A pail of housemaid"s water unawares.
XXV.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, And mischief-making monkey from his birth; His parents ne"er agreed except in doting Upon the most unquiet imp on earth; Instead of quarrelling, had they been but both in Their senses, they"d have sent young master forth To school, or had him soundly whipped at home, To teach him manners for the time to come.
XXVI.
Don Jose and the Donna Inez led For some time an unhappy sort of life, Wishing each other, not divorced, but dead;[d]
They lived respectably as man and wife, Their conduct was exceedingly well-bred, And gave no outward signs of inward strife, Until at length the smothered fire broke out, And put the business past all kind of doubt.
XXVII.
For Inez called some druggists and physicians, And tried to prove her loving lord was _mad_,[35]
But as he had some lucid intermissions, She next decided he was only _bad_; Yet when they asked her for her depositions, No sort of explanation could be had, Save that her duty both to man and G.o.d[36]
Required this conduct--which seemed very odd.[37]
XXVIII.
She kept a journal, where his faults were noted, And opened certain trunks of books and letters,[38]
All which might, if occasion served, be quoted; And then she had all Seville for abettors, Besides her good old grandmother (who doted); The hearers of her case became repeaters, Then advocates, inquisitors, and judges, Some for amus.e.m.e.nt, others for old grudges.
XXIX.
And then this best and meekest woman bore With such serenity her husband"s woes, Just as the Spartan ladies did of yore, Who saw their spouses killed, and n.o.bly chose Never to say a word about them more-- Calmly she heard each calumny that rose, And saw _his_ agonies with such sublimity, That all the world exclaimed, "What magnanimity!"
x.x.x.
No doubt this patience, when the world is d.a.m.ning us, Is philosophic in our former friends; "T is also pleasant to be deemed magnanimous, The more so in obtaining our own ends; And what the lawyers call a _"malus animus"_ Conduct like this by no means comprehends: Revenge in person"s certainly no virtue, But then "t is not _my_ fault, if _others_ hurt you.
x.x.xI.
And if our quarrels should rip up old stories, And help them with a lie or two additional, _I_"m not to blame, as you well know--no more is Any one else--they were become traditional; Besides, their resurrection aids our glories By contrast, which is what we just were wishing all: And Science profits by this resurrection-- Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.
x.x.xII.
Their friends had tried at reconciliation,[e]
Then their relations, who made matters worse.
("T were hard to tell upon a like occasion To whom it may be best to have recourse-- I can"t say much for friend or yet relation) The lawyers did their utmost for divorce,[f]
But scarce a fee was paid on either side Before, unluckily, Don Jose died.
x.x.xIII.
He died: and most unluckily, because, According to all hints I could collect From Counsel learned in those kinds of laws, (Although their talk"s obscure and circ.u.mspect) His death contrived to spoil a charming cause; A thousand pities also with respect To public feeling, which on this occasion Was manifested in a great sensation.
x.x.xIV.
But ah! he died; and buried with him lay The public feeling and the lawyers" fees: His house was sold, his servants sent away, A Jew took one of his two mistresses, A priest the other--at least so they say: I asked the doctors after his disease-- He died of the slow fever called the tertian, And left his widow to her own aversion.
x.x.xV.
Yet Jose was an honourable man, That I must say, who knew him very well; Therefore his frailties I"ll no further scan, Indeed there were not many more to tell: And if his pa.s.sions now and then outran Discretion, and were not so peaceable As Numa"s (who was also named Pompilius), He had been ill brought up, and was born bilious.[g]
x.x.xVI.
Whate"er might be his worthlessness or worth, Poor fellow! he had many things to wound him.
Let"s own--since it can do no good on earth--[h]
It was a trying moment that which found him Standing alone beside his desolate hearth, Where all his household G.o.ds lay shivered round him:[39]