<< But droop not: Fortune at your time of life, « Tis not,» said Juan, « for my present doom A single tear upon his eyelash staid A moment, and then dropp'd; «but to resume, 'Tis not my present lot, as I have said, Which I deplore so much; for I have borne Hardships which have the hardiest overworn, XXI. «You take things coolly, sir," said Juan. «Why,>> Replied the other, « what can a man do? There still are many rainbows in your sky, But mine have vanish'd. All, when life is new, Commence with feelings warm and prospects high; But time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly, like the snake. XXII. «T is true, it gets another bright and fresh, Or fresher, brighter, but, the year gone through, This skin must go the way too of all flesh, Or sometimes only wear a week or two. Love's the first net which spreads its deadly mesh; Ambition, avarice, vengeance, glory, glue The glittering lime-twigs of our latter days, Where still we flutter on for pence or praise.»> XXIII. All this is very fine, and may be true,» It betters present times with me or you.»> « Would we were masters now, if but to try Rejoin'd the other, « when our bad luck mends here; Meantime (yon old black eunuch seems to eye us) I wish to G-d that somebody would buy us! XXV. << But after all, what is our present state? Kindness, destroys what little we had got: XXVI. Just now a black old neutral personage Of the third sex stepp'd up, and peering over The captives, seem'd to mark their looks, and age, And capabilities, as to discover If they were fitted for the purposed cage: XXVIL As is a slave by his intended bidder. 'Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dextrous; some by features Are bought up, others by a warlike leader, Some by a place-as tend their years or natures: The most by ready cash-but all have prices, «No, faith.»-«What then?»-« I ran away from her.» From crowns to kicks, according to their vices. XXVIII. The eunuch having eyed them o'er with care, They haggled, wrangled, swore, too-so they did! At last they settled into simple grumbling, And pulling out reluctant purses, and Turning each piece of silver o'er, and tumbling Some down, and weighing others in their hand, And by mistake sequins with paras jumbling, Until the sum was accurately scanu'd, And then the merchant, giving change and signing Receipts in full, began to think of dining. XXX. I wonder if his appetite was good; Or, if it were, if also his digestion. Methinks at meals some odd thoughts might intrude, And conscience ask a curious sort of question, About the right divine how far we should Sell flesh and blood. When dinner has oppress'd one, I think it is perhaps the gloomiest hour Which turns up out of the sad twenty-four. XXXI. Voltaire says « No;» he tells From his own brain's oppression while it reels. Of food I think with Philip's son, or rather XXXII. I think with Alexander, that the act Redoubled; when a roast and a ragout, XXXIII The other evening (t was on Friday last)— My hat and gloves still lying on the table, I heard a shot-'t was eight o'clock scarce past— I found the military commandant XXXIV. Poor fellow for some reason, surely bad, Him borne into the house and up the stair, XXXV. I gazed upon him, for I knew him well; So calm; though pierced through stomach, heart, and liver, He seem'd to sleep, for you could scarcely tell (As he bled inwardly, no hideous river «Can this be death? then what is life or death? 'Go, and he goeth; come,' and forth he stepp'd. The trump and bugle till he spake were dumbAnd now nought left him but the muffled drum,» XXXVII. And they who waited once and worshipp'd-they Had faced Napoleon's foes until they fled, The scars of his old wounds were near his new, But let me quit the theme, as such things claim From me: I gazed (as oft I have gazed the same) But it was all a mystery. Here we are, And there we go:-but where? five bits of lead, Or three, or two, or one, send very far! And is this blood, then, form'd but to be shed? Can every element our elements mar? And air-earth-water-fire, live-and we dead? We, whose minds comprehend all things? No more— But let us to the story as before. XL. The purchaser of Juan and acquaintance XLI. Here their conductor tapping at the wicket XLII. As they were plodding on their winding way, Through orange bowers, and jasmine, and so forth (Of which I might have a good deal to say, There being no such profusion in the North Of oriental plants, « et cetera,>> But that of late your scribblers think it worth Their while to rear whole hotbeds in their works, Because one poet travell'd 'mongst the Turks): XLIII. As they were threading on their way, there came Into Don Juan's head a thought, which he Whisper'd to his companion;-'t was the same Which might have then occurr'd to you or me. «Methinks,» said he-« it would be no great shame If we should strike a stroke to set us free; Let's knock that old black fellow on the head, And march away-'t were easier done than said.» XLIV. «Yes,» said the other, «and when done, what then: How get out? how the devil got we in? And when we once were fairly out, and when From Saint Bartholomew we have saved our skin, To-morrow'd see us in some other den, And worse off than we hitherto have been; Besides, I'm hungry, and just now would take, Like Esau, for my birthright a beef-steak. XLV. « We must be near some place of man's abode; T is therefore better looking before leaping- XLVI. It was indeed a wide extensive building Which open'd on their view, and o'er the front There seem'd to be besprent a deal of gilding And various hues, as is the Turkish wont,A gaudy taste; for they are little skill'd in The arts of which these lands were once the font: Each villa on the Bosphorus looks a screen New painted, or a pretty opera-scene. XLVII. And nearer as they came, a genial savour Of certain stews, and roast-meats, and pilaus, Things which in hungry mortals' eyes find favour, Made Juan in his harsh intentions pause, And put himself upon his good behaviour: His friend, too, adding a new saving clause, Said, « In Heaven's name let 's get some supper now, And then I'm with you, if you 're for a row.» XLVIII. Some talk of an appeal unto some passion, I grant the power of pathos, and of gold, Turkey contains no bells, and yet men dine: Of lacqueys usher to the feast prepared, II. And giving up all notions of resistance, They follow'd close behind their sable guide, Who little thought that his own crack'd existence Was on the point of being set aside: He motion'd them to stop at some small distance, LII I won't describe; description is my forte, While nature, tortured twenty thousand ways, Along this hall, and up and down, some, squatted And some seem'd much in love with their own dress'; And divers smoked superb pipes decorated With amber mouths of greater price or less; And several strutted, others slept, and some Prepared for supper with a glass of rum. LIV. As the black eunuch enter'd with his brace Just as one views a horse to guess his price; Some nodded to the negro from their station, But no one troubled him with conversation. LV. He leads them through the hall, and, without stopping, LVI. Some faint lamps gleaming from the lofty walls Two or three seem so little, one seems nothing: The More modern buildings and those built of yore, A neat, snug study on a winter's night, Of claret, sandwich, and an appetite, Are things which make an English evening pass; Though certes by no means so grand a sight As is a theatre lit up by gas. I pass my evenings in long galleries solely, LIX. Alas! man makes that great which makes him little: Babel was Nimrod's hunting-scat, and then A town of gardens, walls, and wealth amazing, Where Nabuchadonosor, king of men, Reign'd, till one summer's day he took to grazing, And Daniel tamed the lions in their den, The people's awe and admiration raising; 'T was famous, too, for Thisbe and for Pyramus, And the calumniated Queen Semiramis, LXI. LXII. But to resume,-should there be (what may not Of that same Babel, or because they won't LXIII Yet let them think that Horace has express'd Of those, forgetting the great place of rest, Who give themselves to architecture wholly, We know where things and men must end at last; A moral (like all morals) melancholy, And« Et sepulcri immemor struis domos Shows that we build when we should but entomb us. LXIV. At last they reach'd a quarter most retired, Here wealth had done its utmost to encumber Which puzzled nature much to know what art meant. LXV. It seem'd, however, but to open on A range or suite of further chambers, which Might lead to heaven knows where; but in this one The moveables were prodigally rich : Sofas 't was half a sin to sit upon, So costly were they; carpets every stitch LXVI. The black, however, without hardly deigning A certain press or cupboard, uiched in yonder I wish to be perspicuous; and the black, Of any Mussulman, whate er his worth; And yet, though I have said there was no dearth. He chose himself to point out what he thought Most proper for the Christians he had bought. LXVIII. The suit he thought most suitable to each Was, for the elder and the stouter, first A Candiote cloak, which to the knee might reach, And trowsers not so tight that they would burst, But such as fit an Asiatic breech; A shawl, whose folds in Cashmire had been nurst, Slippers of saffron, dagger rich and handy; In short, all things which form a Turkish Dandy. LXIX. While he was dressing, Baba, their black friend, LXX. « For his own part, he really should rejoice « For his own share-he saw but small objection For which he own'd a present appetite, He doubted not a few hours of reflection Would reconcile him to the business quite.»— « Will it ?» said Juan, sharply; «Strike me dead, But they as soon shall circumcise my head LXXII. LXXVII. And then he swore; and, sighing, on he slipp'd Whilk, which (or what you please) was owing to His toilet, though no doubt a little backward: When some untoward part of raiment stuck hard; And, wrestling both his arms into a gown, He paused and took a survey up and down. LXXIX. « Cut off a thousand heads, before—»-« Now pray,» | One difficulty still remain'd,—his hair Replied the other, « do not interrupt: You put me out in what I had to say. Sir!-as I said, as soon as I have supp'd, Baba eyed Juan, and said, « Be so good As dress yourself-» and pointed out a suit In which a princess with great pleasure would Array her limbs; but Juan standing mute, As not being in a masquerading mood, Gave it a slight kick with his christian foot; And when the old negro told him to « Get ready," Replied, «Old gentleman, I'm not a lady.»> LXXIV. «What you may be, I neither know nor care,» And you LXXV. << Then if I do,» said Juan, «< I'll be ——» «Hold!» Rejoin'd the negro, « pray be not provoking; This spirit 's well, but it may wax too bold, will find us not too fond of joking.» « What, sir!» said Juan, « shall it e'er be told That I unsex'd my dress!» But Baba, stroking The things down, said-« Incense me, and I call Those who will leave you of no sex at all. LXXVI. « I offer you a handsome suit of clothes: A woman's, true, but then there is a cause Was hardly long enough; but Baba found So many false long tresses all to spare, That soon his head was most completely crown'd, After the inanner then in fashion there; And this addition with such gems was bound As suited the ensemble of his toilet, While Baba made him comb his head and oil it. LXXX. And now being femininely all array'd, With some small aid from scissars, paint, and tweezers, He look'd in almost all respects a maid, And Baba smilingly exclaim'd, « You see, sirs, A perfect transformation here display'd; LXXXI. You, sir,» said Baba, nodding to the one, Will please to accompany those gentlemen To supper; but you, worthy christian nun, Will follow me: no trifling, sir: for when I say a thing it must at once be done. What fear you? think you this a lion's den? Why 't is a palace, where the truly wise Anticipate the Prophet's paradise. LXXXII. « You fool! I tell you no one means you harm.»> « So much the better,» Juan said, « for them: Else they shall feel the weight of this my arm, Which is not quite so light as you may deem. I yield thus far; but soon will break the charm, So that I trust, for every body's sake, LXXXIII. " Blockhead! come on and see,» quoth Baba; while Don Juan, turning to his comrade, who, Why you should wear them.»-« What, though my Though somewhat grieved, could scarce forbear a smile Upon the metamorphosis in view. Farewell!» they mutually exclaim'd: «<< this soil Seems fertile in adventures strange and new; One's turn'd half Mussulman, and one a maid, By this old black enchanter's unsought aid.»> |