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XI.

XVIII. Now, if this holds good in a Christian land,

The « tu » 's too much,- but let it stand-the verse The heathens also, though with lesser latitude, Requires it, that's to say, the English rhyme, Are apt to carry things with a high band,

And not the pink of old Hexameters;
And take what kings call « an imposing attitude ; » But, after all, there's neither tune nor time
And for their rights connubial make a stand,

In the last line, which cannot well be worse,
When their liege husbands treat them with ingratitude; And was thrust in to close the octave's chime:
And as four wives must have quadruple claims, I own no prosody can ever rate it
The Tigris hath its jealousies like Thames.

As a rule, but Truth may, if you translate it.
XI.

XIX.
Gulbeyaz was the fourth, and (as I said)

If fair Gulbeyaz overdid her part,
Tbe favourite; but what 's favour amongst four ? I know not-it succeeded, and success
Polygamy may well be held in dread,

Is much in most things, not less in the heart
Not only as a sin, but as a bore :

Than other articles of female dress. Most wise men, with one moderate woman wed, Self-love in man 100 beats all female art; Will scarcely find philosophy for more;

They lie, we lie, all lie, but love no less :
And all (except Mahometaos) forbear

And no one virtue yel, except starvation,
To make the nuptial couch a « Bed of Ware. » Could stop that worst of vices-propagation.
XUI.

XX. .
His highness, the sublimest of mankind,-

We leave this royal couple to repose; So styled according to the usual forms

A bed is not a throne, and they may sleep, Of every monarch, till they are consigned

Whate'er their dreams be, if of joys or woes; To those sad hungry jacobins, the worms,

Yet disappointed joys are woes as deep Who on the very loftiest kings have dined,

As any man's clay mixture undergoes. His highness gazed upon Gulbeyaz' charms,

Our least of sorrows are such as we weep; Expecting all the welcome of a lover

'T is the vile daily drop on drop which wears (A « Highland welcome » all the wide world over). The soul out (like the stone) with petty cares. XIV.

*XXI. Now here we should distinguish; for howe'er

A scolding wife, a sullen son, a bill Kisses, sweet words, embraces, and all that,

To pay, unpaid, protested, or discounted May look like what is neither here nor there : At a per-centage : a child cross, dog ill, They are put on as easily as a bat,

A favourite borse fallen lame just as he 's mounted; Or rather bonnet, which the fair sex wear,

A bad old woman making a worse will, Trimmd either heads or hearts to decorate,

Which leaves you minus of the cash you counted Which form an ornament, but no more part

As certain ;- these are paltry things, and yet
Of heads, than their caresses of the heart.

I've rarely seen the man they did not fret.
XV.

XXII.
A slight blush, a soft tremor, a calm kind

I'm a philosopher; confourd them all! Of gentle feminine delight, and shown

Bills, beasts and men, and-no! not womankind! More in the eyelids than the eyes, resiga'd

With one good hearty curse I vent my gall, Rather to bide what pleases most unknown,

And then my stoicism leaves nought behind Are the best tokens (to a modest mind)

Which it can either pain or evil call, Of love, when seated on his loveliest throne,

And I can give my whole soul up to mind; A sincere woman's breast,-for over warm

| Though what is soul or mind, their birth or growth, Or over cold annihilates the charm.

Is more than I know-the deuce take them both.
XVI.

XXIII.
For over warmth, if false, is worse than truth; So now all things are d-nd, one feels at ease,
If true, 't is no great lease of its own fire;

As after reading Athanasius' curse,
For no one, save in very early youth,

Which doth your true believer so much please : Would like (I think) to trust all to desire,

I doubt if any now could make it worse Which is but a precarious bond, in sooth,

O'er his worst enemy when at his knees, And apt to be transferr'd to the first buyer

"T is so sententious, positive, and terse, At a sad discount: while your over chilly

And decorates the book of Common Prayer, Womeu, on t' other hand, seem somewhat silly.-- As doth a rainbow the just clearing air. XVII.

XXIV. That is, we cannot pardon their bad taste,

Gulbeyaz and her lord were sleeping, or For so it seems to lovers swift or slow,

At least one of them-Ob the heavy night! Who fain would have a mutual flame confess'd, When wicked wives who love some bachelor And see a sentimental passion glow,

Lic down in dudgeon to sigh for the light Even were St Francis' paramour their guest,

Of the grey morning, and look vainly for 'In his Monastic Concubine of Snow;

Its twinkle through the lattice dusky quite, In short, the maxim for the amorous tribe is

To toss, to tumble, doze, revive, and quake Horatian, « Medio tu tutissimus ibis.»

Lest their too lawful bed-fellow should wake.

XXV.

XXXII. These are beneath the canopy of heaven,

A goodly sinecure, no doubt! but made Also beneath the canopy of beds,

More easy by the absence of all men Four-posted and silk-curtain'd, which are given Except his Majesty, who, with her aid,

For rich men and their brides to lay their heads Avd guards, and bolts, and walls, and now and then Upon, in sheets white as what bards call « driven A slight example, just to cast a shade

Snow.» Well! 't is all hap-hazard when one weds. Along the rest, contrived to keep this den Gulbeyaz was an empress, but had been

Of beauties cool as an Italian convent,
Perhaps as wretched if a peasant's quean.

Where all the passions have, alas! but one vent.
XXVI.

XXXIII.
Don Juan, in his feminine disguise,

And what is that ! Devotion, doubtless-how
With all the damsels in their long array,

Could you ask such a question ?- but we will
Had bowd themselves before the imperial eyes, Continue. As I said, this goodly row
And, at the usual signal, ta'en their way

Of ladies of all countries at the will
Back to their chambers, those long galleries

Of one good man, with stately march and slow, In the seraglio, where the ladies lay

Like water-lilies floating down a rill, Their delicate limbs; a thousand bosoms there

Or rather lake-for rills do not run slowly,-
Beating for love, as the caged bird's for air.

Paced on most maiden-like and melancholy.
XXVII.

XXXIV.
I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse

But when they reach'd their own apartments, there, The tyrant's with « ihat mankind only had

Like birds, or boys, or bedlamites broke loose, One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:» | Waves at spring-ride, or women any where My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,

When freed from bonds (which are of no grea! use, And much more tender on the whole than fierce :

After all), or like Irish at a fair, It being (not now, but only while a lad)

Their guards being gone, and, as it were, a truce That womankind had but one rosy mouth,

Establish'd between them and bondage, they
To kiss them all at once from North to South.

Began to sing, dance, chatter, smile, and play.
XXVIN.

XXXV.
Oh enviable Briareus! with thy hands

Their talk of course ran most on the new comer, And heads, if thou hadst all things multiplied

Her shape, her air, her hair, her every thing : In such proportion !--But my muse withstands Some thought her dress did not so much become her, The giant thought of being a Titau's bride,

Or wonder'd at her ears without a ring; Or travelling in Patagonian lands;

Some said her years were getting nigh their summer, So let us back to Lilliput, and guide

Others contended they were but in spring; Our hero through the labyrinth of love

Some thought her rather masculine in height,
In which we left him several lines above.

While others wish'd that she had been so quite,
XXIX.

XXXVI.
He went forth with the lovely Odalisques,

But no one doubted, on the whole, that she At the given signal join d to their array;

Was what her dress bespoke, a damsel fair, And though he certainly ran many risks,

And fresh, and « beautiful exceedingly,» Yet he could not at times, keep by the way

Who with the brightest Georgians might compare (Although the consequences of such frisks

They wonder'd how Gulbeyaz too could be Are worse than the worst damages men pay

So silly as to buy slaves who might share In moral England, where the thing's a tax),

(If that his Highness wearied of his bride) From ogling all their charms from breasts to backs. Her throne and power, and every thing beside. XXX.

XXXVII. Still he forgot not his disguise :-along

But what was strangest in this virgin crew,
The galleries from room to room they walk d, Although her beauty was enough to vex,
A virgin-like and edifying throng,

After the first investigating view,
By eunuchs flank'd; while at their head there stalk'd They all found out as few, or fewer, specks,
A dame who kept up discipline among

In the fair form of their companion new,
The female ranks, so that none suirr'd or talk'd

Than is the custom of the gentle sex, Without her sanction on their she-parades :

When they survey, with Christian eyes or Heathen, Her title was « the Mother of the Maids.»

In a new face « the ugliest creature breathing.»
XXXI.

XXXVIII.
Whether she was a « mother, » I know not,

And yet they had their little jealousies,
Or whether thcy were « maids » who call d her mother; Like all the rest; but upon this occasion,
But this is her seraglio title, got

Whether there are such things as sympathies
I know not how, but good as any other;

Without our knowledge or our approbation, So Cantemir can tell you, or De Tott:

Although they could not see through his disguise, Her office was to keep aloof or smother

All felt a soft kind of concatenation,
All bad propensities in fifteen hundred

Like magnetism, or devilism, or what
Young women, and correct them when they blunder'd. You please—we will not quarrel about that:

XXXIX.

XLVI. But certain 't is they all felt for their new

But here the Mother of the Maids drew near,
Companjon something newer still, as 't were

Withi « Ladies, it is time to go to rest.
A sentimental friendship through and through, I'm puzzled what to do with you, my dear,»
Extremely pure, which made them all concur

She added to Juanpa, their new guest :
In wishing her their sister, save a few

« Your coming has been unexpected here, Who wish'd they had a brother just like her,

And every couch is occupied ; you had best
Whom, if they were at home in sweet Circassia, Parlake of mine ; but by 10-morrow early
They would prefer to Padisha or Pacha.

We will have all things settled for you fairly.»
XL.

XLVII.
Of those who had most genius for this sort

Here Lolah interposed —« Mamma, you know Of sentimental friendship, there were three,

You don't sleep soundly, and I cannot bear Lolah, Katinka, and Dudù ;-in short

That any body should disturb you so ; (To save description), fair as fair can be

I'll take Juanna; we 're a slenderer pair Were they, according to the best report,

Than you would make the half of;--don't say no, Though differing in stature and degree,

And I of your young charge will take due care.» And clime and time, and country and complexion;

But here Katinka interfered and said, They all alike admired their new connexion.

« She also had compassion and a bed. XLI.

XLVIII. Lolah was dusk as India, and as warm;

« Besides, I hate to sleep alone,» quoth she. Katinka was a Georgian, white and red,

The matron frown'd: «Why so?»—«For fear of ghosts,» With great blue eyes, a lovely hand and arm,

Replied Katinka; i I am sure I see
And feet so small they scarce seem'd made to tread, A phantom upon each of the four posts:
But rather skim the earth; while Dudu's forin

And then I have the worst dreams that can be,
Lookd more adapted to be put to bed,

Of Guebres, Giaours, and Gions, and Gouls in hosts.» Being somewhat large and languishing and lazy, The dame replied, « Between your

dreams and you, Yet of a beauty that would drive you crazy.

I fear Juapna's dreams would be but few.
XLU.

XLIX.
A kind of sleepy Venus scem'd Dudů,

« You, Lolah, must continue still to lie Yel very fit to « murder sleep» in those

Alone, for reasons which don't matter; you
Who gazed upon her cheek's transcendant hue, The same, Katinka, until by and by;
Her Altic forehead, and her Phidian nose:

And I shall place Juanna with Dudù,
Few angles were there in her form, 't is true,

Who's quiet, inoffensive, silent, shy, Thinner she might have been, and yet scarce lose; And will not loss and chatter the night througlı. Yet, after all, 't would puzzle to say wliere

child ?»—Dudu said nothing, as It would not spoil some separate charm to pare. Her talents were of the more silent class ; XLIII.

L. She was not violently lively, but

But she rose up and kiss d the matron's brow Stole on your spirit like a May-day breaking;

Betwecn the eyes, and Lolah on both checks, Her eyes were not too sparkling, yet, half shul,

Katinka too; and with a gentle bow They put beholders in a tender taking:

(Curtsies are neither used by Turks nor Greeks), She look'd (this simile's quite new) just cut

She took Juanna by the hand to show From marble, like Pygmalion's statue waking,

Their place of rest, and left to both their piques, The mortal and the marble still at strife,

The others pouting at the matron's preference And timidly expanding into life.

Of Dudù, though they held their longues from deference XLIV.

LI. Lolah demanded the new damsel's name

It was a spacious chamber (Oda is « Juanna.»—Well, a pretty name enough.

The Turkish title), and ranged round the wall Katinka ask'd her also whence she came

Were couches, toilets and much more than this « From Spain. »-« But where is Spain?»-- « Don't ask

I might describe, as I have seen it all, such stuff,

Cut it suffices- little was amiss; Nor show your Georgian ignorance--for shame!»

'I was on the whole a nobly furnish'd hall, Said Lolali, with an accent rather rough,

With all things ladies want, save one or two,
To
poor Katinka : « Spain's an island near

And even those were nearer than they knew.
Morocco, betwixt Egypt and Tangier.»
XLV.

LII.
Dudù said nothing, but sat down beside

Dudù, as has been said, was a sweet creature, Juanna, playing with hier veil or hair ;

Not very dashing, but extremely winning, And, looking at her steadfastly, she sixhd,

With the most regulated charms of feature, As if she pilied her for being there

Which painters cannot catch like faces sinning A pretty stranger, without friend or guide,

Against proportion---the wild strokes of nature And all abash'd too at the general stare

Which they bit off at once in the beginning, Which welcomes hapless strangers in all places, Full of expression, right or wrong, that strike, With kind remarks upon their mien and faces.

And, pleasing or unpleasing, still are like.

What say you,

XXV.

XXXII. These are beneath the canopy of heaven,

A goodly sinecure, no doubt! but made Also beneath the canopy of beds,

More easy by the absence of all men Four-posted and silk-curtain'd, which are given Except his Majesty, who, with her aid,

For rich men and their brides to lay their heads And guards, and bolts, and walls, and now and then Upon, in sheets white as what bards call « driven A slight example, just to cast a shade

Snow.» Well! 't is all hap-hazard when one weds. Along the rest, contrived to keep this den
Gulbeyaz was an empress, but had been

Of beauties cool as an Italian convent,
Perhaps as wretched if a peasant's quean.

Where all the passions have, alas! but one vent.
XXVI.

XXXIII.
Don Juan, in his feminine disguise,

And what is that ! Devotion, doubtless—how
With all the damsels in their long array,

Could you ask such a question ?—but we will
Had bow'd themselves before the imperial eyes, Continue. As I said, this goodly row
And, at the usual signal, ta'en their way

Of ladies of all countries at the will
Back to their chambers, those long galleries

Of one good man, with stately march and slow, In the seraglio, where the ladies lay

Like water-lilies floating down a rill,
Their delicate limbs; a thousand bosoms there Or rather lake-for rills do not run slowly,
Beating for love, as the caged bird's for air.

Paced on most maiden-like and melancholy.
XXVII.

XXXIV.
I love the sex, and sometimes would reverse

But when they reach'd their own apartments, there, The tyrant's with « ihat mankind only had

Like birds, or boys, or bedlamites broke loose, One neck, which he with one fell stroke might pierce:» Waves at spring-tide, or women any where My wish is quite as wide, but not so bad,

When freed from bonds (which are of no great use, And much more tender on the whole than fierce :

After all), or like Irish at a fair, It being (not now, but only while a lad)

Their guards being gone, and, as it were, a truce That womankind had but one rosy mouth,

Establish'd between them and bondage, they To kiss them all at once from North to South. Began to sing, dance, chatter, smile, and play. XXVIN.

XXXV. Oh enviable Briareus! with thy hands

Their talk of course ran most on the new comer, And heads, if thou hadst all things multiplied Her shape, her air, her hair, her every thing : In such proportion !—But my muse withstands Some thought her dress did not so much become her, The giant thought of being a Titan's bride,

Or wonder'd at her ears without a ring; Or travelling in Patagonian lands;

Some said her years were getting nigh their summer, So let us back to Lilliput, and guide

Others contended they were but in spring; Our hero through the labyrinth of love

Some thought her rather masculine in height,
In which we left him several lines above.

While others wish'd that she had been so quite,
XXLX.

XXXVI.
He went forth with the lovely Odalisques,

But no one doubted, on the whole, that she At the given signal join'd to their array;

Was what her dress bespokc, a damsel fair, And though he certainly ran many risks,

And fresh, and a beautiful exceedingly, Yet he could not at times, keep by the way

Who with the brightest Georgians might compare (Although the consequences of such frisks

They wonder'd how Gulbeyaz too could be Are worse than the worst damages men pay

So silly as to buy slaves who might share In moral England, where the thing 's a tax),

(If that his Highness wearied of his bride) From ogling all their charms from breasts to backs.

Her throne and power, and every thing beside.
XXX.

XXXVII.
Still he forgot not his disguise :-along

But what was strangest in this virgin crew, The galleries from room to room they walk'd,

Although her beauty was enough to vex,
A virgin-like and edifying throng,

After the first investigating view,
By eunuchs flank'd; while at their head there stalk'd They all found out as few, or fewer, specks,
A dame who kept up discipline among

In the fair form of their companion new,
The female ranks, so that none stirr'd or talk'd Than is the custom of the gentle sex,
Without her sanction on their she-parades :

When they survey, with Christian eyes or Heathen, Her title was « the Mother of the Maids.»

In a new face « the ugliest creature breathing.» XXXI.

XXXVIII.
Whether she was a « mother, » I know not,

And yet they had their little jealousies,
Or whether they were « maids » who call d her mother; Like all the rest; but upon this occasion,
But this is her seraglio title, got

Whether there are such things as sympathies
I know not how, but good as any other;

Without our knowledge or our approbation, So Cantemir can tell you, or De Toit :

Although they could not see through his disguise, Her office was to keep aloof or smother

All felt a soft kind of concatenation,
All bad propensities in fifteen hundred

Like magnetism, or devilism, or what
Young women, and correct them when they blunderd. You please—we will not quarrel about that :

XXXIX.

XLVI. But certain 't is they all felt for their new

But here the Mother of the Maids drew near,
Companion something newer still, as 't were

Withı « Ladies, it is time to go to rest.
A sentimental friendship through and through, I'm puzzled what to do with you, my dear,»
Extremely pure, which made them all concur

She added to Juanpa, their new guest :
Io wishing her their sister, save a few

« Your coming has been unexpected here, Who wish'd they had a brother just like her,

And

every couch is occupied ; you had best Whom, if they were at home in sweet Circassia, Partake of mine ; but by to-morrow early They would prefer to Padisha or Pacha.

We will have all things settled for you fairly.»
XL.

XLVII.
Of those who had most genius for this sort

Here Lolah interposed-« Mamma, you know Of sentimental friendship, there were three,

You don't sleep soundly, and I cannot bear Lolah, Katinka, and Dudù ;-in short

That any body should disturb you so; (To save description), fair as fair can be

I'll take Juanna; we 're a slenderer pair Were they, according to the best report,

Than you would make the half of ;-don't say no, Though differing in stature and degree,

And I of your young charge will take due care.» And clime and time, and country and complexion;

But liere Katinka interfered and said, They all alike admired their new connexion.

« She also had compassion and a bed. XLI.

XLVIII. Lolah was dusk as India, and as warm;

« Besides, I hate to sleep alone,» quoth she. Katinka was a Georgian, white and red,

The matron frown'd: «Why so?»-«For fear of ghosts,» With great blue eyes, a lovely hand and arm,

Replied Katinka; «I am sure I see
And feel so small they scarce seem'd made to tread, A phantoin upon each of the four posts:
But rather skim the earth; while Dudu's form

And then I have the worst dreams that can be,
Look'd more adapted to be put to bed,

Of Guebres, Giaours, and Gions, and Gouls in hosts,» Being somewhat large and languishing and lazy, The dame replied, « Between your dreams and you, Yet of a beauty that would drive you crazy.

I fear Juanna's dreams would be but few.
XLII.

XLIX.
A kind of sleepy Venus seem'd Dudù,

« You, Lolah, must continue still to lie Yet very fit to « murder sleep» in those

Alone, for reasons which don't matter ; you
Who gazed upon her cheek's transcendant hue, The same, Katinka, until by and by;
Her Allic forehead, and her Phidian pose :

And I shall place Juanda with Dudù, few angles were there in her form, 't is true,

Who's quiet, inoffensive, silent, shy,
Thinner she might have been, and yet scarce lose ; And will not toss and chatter the night through.
Yet, after all, I would puzzle to say where

What say you, child ?»—Dudù said nothing, as
It would not spoil some separate charm to pare. Her talents were of the more silent class;
XLIU.

L.
She was not violently lively, but

But she rose up and kiss'd the matron's brow Stole on your spirit like a May-day breaking;

Between the eyes, and Lolah on both checks, Her

eyes were not 100 sparkling, yet, half shut, Katinka too; and with a gentle bow They put beholders in a tender taking:

(Curtsies are neither used by Turks nor Greeks), She look'd (this simile 's quite new) just cut

She took Juanna by the hand to show From marble, like Pygmalion's statue waking,

Their place of rest, and left to both their piques, The mortal and the marble still at strife,

The others pouting at the matrou's preference And timidly expanding into life.

Of Dudu, though they held their longues from deference XLIV.

LI. Lolah demanded the new damsel's name

It was a spacious chamber (Oda is « Juanna.»-Well, a pretty name enough.

The Turkislı title), and ranged round the wall Katinka ask'd her also whence she came

Were couches, toilets-and much more than this « From Spain.»--- « But where is Spain?»---« Don't ask

I might describe, as I have seen it all, such stuff,

Cut it suflices- little was amiss ; Nor show your Georgian ignorance--for shame!»

'T was on the whole a nobly furnish'd hall, Said Lolali, with an accent rather rough,

With all things ladies want, save one or two,
To poor Katinka : « Spain's an island near

And even those were nearer than they knew.
Morocco, bet wixi Egypt and Tangier.»
XLV.

LII.
Dudù said nothing, but sat down beside

Dudù, as has been said, was a sweet creature, Juanna, playing with hier veil or bair ;

Not very dashing, but extremely winning, And, looking at her steadfastly, she siglid,

With the most regulated charms of feature, As if she pilied her for being there

Which painters cannot catch like faces singing A pretty stranger, without friend or guide,

Against proportion-the wild strokes of nature And all abashi'd too at the general stare

Which they bit off at once in the beginning, which welcomes hapless strangers in all places, Full of expression, right or wrong, that strike, With kind remarks upon their mien and faces. And, pleasing or unpleasing, still are like.

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