XVI. La short, she was a walking calculation, That you might "brain them with their lady's fan;" Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their And fans turn into falchions in fair hands, covers,* * Or Mrs. Trimmer's books on education,† Or "Colebs' Wife" 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," 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 hell, Her guardian angel had given up his garrison; Even her minutest motions went as well As those of the best time-piece made by Harri son: In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar! XVIII. Perfect she was, but as perfection is Insipid in this naughty world of ours, Where our first parents never learn'd to kiss Till they were exiled from their earlier bowers, Where all was peace, and innocence, and bliss (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 learn'd, Who chose to go where'er he had a mind, And never dream'd his lady was concern'd; The world, as usual, wickedly inclined To see a kingdom or a house o'erturn'd, Whisper'd 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; But then she had a devil of a spirit, And sometimes mix'd up fancies with realities, And let few opportunities escape Of getting her liege lord into a scrape. 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, * Maria Edgeworth, author of "Treatise on Practical Education,' ""Castle Rackrent," etc., etc., etc. +"Comparative View of the New Plan of Education," "Teacher's Assistant," etc., etc. Hannah More's "Colebs in Search of a Wife," etc. "The facts are:-I left London for Kirby Mallory, the residence of my father and mother, on the 15th of January, 1816. Lord Byron had signified to me in writing (January 6) his absolute desire that I should leave London on the earliest day that I could conveniently fix. It was not safe for me to undertake the fatigue of a journey sooner than the 15th. Previously to my departure, it had been strongly impressed on my mind, that Lord Byron was under the influence of insanity. This opinion was derived in a great measure from the communications made to me by his nearest relatives and personal attendant, who had more opportunities than myself of observing him during the latter part of my stay in town. It was even represented to me that he was in danger of destroying himself. With the concurrence of his family, I had consulted Dr. Baillie as a friend (January 8) respecting this 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, I don't choose to say much upon this head, XXIII. Don Jóse and his lady quarrell'd-why, But if there's anything in which I shine, And so I interfered, and with the best XXV. A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, XXVI. Don Jóse and the Donna Inez led For some time an unhappy sort of life, Wishing each other, not divorced, but dead; } 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 smother'd fire broke out, And put the business past all kind of doubt. XXVII. For Inez call'd some druggists and physicians, supposed malady. On acquainting him with the state of the case, and with Lord Byron's desire that I should leave London, Dr. Baillie thought that my absence might be advisable as an experiment, assuming the fact of mental derangement; for Dr. Baillie, not having had access to Lord Byron, could not pronounce a positive opinion on that point. He enjoined that in correspondence with Lord Byron I should avoid all but light and soothing topics. Under these impressions. I left London, determined to follow the advice given by Dr. Baillie."-Lady Byron. "I was surprised one day by a doctor (Dr. Baillie) and a lawyer (Dr. Lushington) almost forcing themselves at the same time into my room. I did not know till afterwards the real object of their visit. I thought their questions singular, frivolous, and somewhat importunate, if not impertinent, but what should I have thought, if I had known that they were sent to provide proofs of my insanity. I have no doubt that my answers to these emissaries were not very rational or consistent, for my imagination was heated with other things. But Dr. Baillie could not conscientiously make, me But as he had some lucid intermissions, She next decided he was only bad; Yet when they ask'd her for her depositions, She kept a journal, where his faults were noted, XXIX. And then this best and meekest woman bore Who saw their spouses kill'd, and nobly 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 exclaim'd, "What magnanimity!" XXX. XXXIV. But ah! he died; and buried with him lay XXXV. Yet Jóse was an honorable man, That I must say, who knew him very well; Whate'er might be his worthlessness or worth, Where all his household gods lay shiver'd round him: No choice was left his feelings or his pride, No doubt this patience, when the world is damning Save death or Doctors' Commons-so he died. us, Is philosophic in our former friends; 66 "T is also pleasant to be deem'd magnanimous, XXXVII. Dying intestate, Juan was sole heir To a chancery suit, and messuages, and lands, Which, with a long minority and care, Promised to turn out well in proper hands: Inez became sole guardian, which was fair, And answer'd but to nature's just demands; An only son left with an only mother Is brought up much more wisely than another.. XXXVIII. Sagest of women, even of widows, she Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon, And worthy of the noblest pedigree: Then for accomplishments of chivalry, (His sire was of Castile, his dam from Aragon.) In case our lord the king should go to war again, He learn'd the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress-or a nunnery. XXXIX. But that which Donna Inez most desired, And so they were submitted first to her, all, XL. The languages, especially the dead, The sciences, and most of all the abstruse, The arts, at least all such as could be said To be the most remote from common use, In all these he was much and deeply read; But not a page of anything that 's loose, Or hints continuation of the species, Was ever suffer'd, lest he should grow vicious. Byron with an affectionate consideration and indulgence, which extended to every little peculiarity of his feelings. Never did an irritating word escape her lips in her whole intercourse with him."-Lady Byron. * Mr. Rogers, Mr. Hobhouse, etc., etc. XLI. His classic studies made a little puzzle, But never put on pantaloons or bodices; XLII. Ovid's a rake, as half his verses show him, I don't think Sappho's Ode a good example, Although Longinus tells us there is no hymn Where the sublime soars forth on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning with "Formosum Pastor Corydon." XLIII. Lucretius' irreligion is too strong For early stomachs, to prove wholesome food; I can't help thinking Juvenal was wrong, Although no doubt his real intent was good, For speaking out so plainly in his song, So much indeed as to be downright rude; Juan was taught from out the best edition, XLV. For there we have them all "at one fell swoop," To call them back into their separate cages, XLVI. The Missal too (it was the family Missal) Could turn their optics to the text and pray, Is more than I know-But Don Juan's mother Kept this herself, and gave her son another. XLVII. Sermons he read, and lectures he endured, He did not take such studies for restraints; *Fact! There is, or was, such an edition, with all the obnoxious epigrams of Martial placed by themselves at the end. + See his Confessions, 1. i., c. ix. By the representation which Saint Augustine gives of himself in his youth, it is easy to see that he was what we should call a rake. He XLVIII. This, too, was a seal'd book to little Juan- She scarcely trusted him from out her sight; XLIX. Young Juan wax'd in goodliness and grace; As e'er to man's maturer growth was given: And seem'd, at least, in the right road to heaven, For half his days were pass'd at church, the other Between his tutors, confessor, and mother. L. At six, I said, he was a charming child, They tamed him down amongst them: to destroy His natural spirit not in vain they toil'd, At least it seem'd so; and his mother's joy Was to declare how sage, and still, and steady, Her young philosopher was grown already. LI. I had my doubts, perhaps I have them still, But what I say is neither here nor there: I knew his father well, and have some skill In character-but it would not be fair From sire to son to augur good or ill: He and his wife were an ill-sorted pairBut scandal 's my aversion-I protest Against all evil-speaking, even in jest. LII. For my part I say nothing-nothing-but To school (as God be praised that I have none), 'Tis not with Donna Inez I would shut Him up to learn his catechism alone; No-no-I'd send him out betimes to college, For there it was I pick'd up my own knowledge. LIII. For there one learns-'t is not for me to boast, As well as all the Greek I since have lost : LIV. Young Juan now was sixteen years of age, And bit her lips (for else she might have scream'd) avoided the school as the plague; he loved nothing but gaming and public shows; he robbed his father of everything he could find; he invented a thousand lies to escape the rod, which they were obliged to make use of to punish his irregularities. The darkness of her Oriental eye Accorded with her Moorish origin; She married (I forget the pedigree) With an Hidalgo, who transmitted down That they bred in and in, as might be shown, Marrying their cousins,-nay, their aunts, and nieces, Which always spoils the breed, if it increases. LVIII. This heathenish cross restored the breed again, Ruin'd its blood, but much improved its flesh; For from a root the ugliest in Old Spain Sprung up a branch as beautiful as fresh ; The sons no more were short, the daughters plain; But there's a rumor which I fain would hush, 'Tis said that Donna Julia's grandmamma Produced her Don more heirs at love than law. LIX. However this might be, the race went on Who left an only daughter; my narration Could be but Julia (whom on this occasion I shall have much to speak about), and she Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three. LX. Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either; and there would arise A something in them which was not desire, But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole. LXI. Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, *Having surrendered the last symbol of power, the unfortunate Boabdil continued on towards the Alpuxarras, that he might not behold the entrance of the Christians into his capital. His devoted band of cavaliers followed him in gloomy silence. Having ascended an eminence commanding the last view of Granada, they paused involuntarily to take a farewell gaze at their beloved city, which a few steps more would shut from their sight for ever. While they yet looked, a light cloud of smoke broke forth from the citadel; and Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, LXII. Wedded she was some years, and to a man And now I think on 't, "mi vien in mente," LXIII. 'Tis a sad thing, I cannot choose but say, The flesh is frail, and so the soul undone : Happy the nations of the moral North! Where all is virtue, and the winter season Sends sin, without a rag on, shivering forth ('T was snow that brought Saint Anthony † to reason); Where juries cast up what a wife is worth, By laying whate'er sum, in mulct, they please on The lover, who must pay a handsome price, Because it is a marketable vice. presently a peal of artillery, faintly heard, told that the city was taken possession of, and the throne of the Moslem kings was lost for ever. The heart of Boabdil, softened by misfortunes, and overcharged with grief, could no longer contain itself. Allah achbar! God is great!' said he; but the words of resignation died upon his lips, and he burst into a flood of tears."-WASHINGTON IRVING. + For the particulars of Saint Anthony's recipe for hot blood in cold weather, see Mr. Alban Butler's "Lives of the Saints." LXVIII. I can't tell whether Julia saw the affair Of this, at least no symptom e'er was shown; Juan she saw, and, as a pretty child, Caress'd him often-such a thing might be Quite innocently done, and harmless styled, When she had twenty years, and thirteen he; But I am not so sure I should have smiled When he was sixteen, Julia twenty-three; These few short years make wondrous alterations, Particularly amongst sunburnt nations. LXX. Whate'er the cause might be, they had become LXXI. Yet Julia's very coldness still was kind, LXXII. And if she met him, though she smiled no more, Even innocence itself has many a wile, But passion most dissembles, yet betrays Itself, 't is still the same hypocrisy ; Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, Of which young passion cannot be bereft, Poor Julia's heart was in an awkward state; For honor's, pride's, religion's, virtue's sake. And almost might have made a Tarquin quake: She pray'd the Virgin Mary for her grace, As being the best judge of a lady's case. LXXVI. She vow'd she never would see Juan more, Again it opens, it can be no other, She now determined that a virtuous woman |