XCVI.

CII. Jerse at this instant, while their eyes were fix'a

And all allowances besides of plunder l'pon each other, with dilated glance,

In fair proportion with their comrades; -hen in Juan's look, pain, pleasure, biope, fear, mix'd Juan consented to marchion through thunder,

With joy to save, and dread of some mischance Wbichi chinu'il at every step their ranks of men : l'intolis protégée ; while hers, traustix’d

And

the rest rashid eagerly- -no wonder, Willa infant terror clared as from a trance,

For were heated by the hope of gain, pure, transparent, pale, yet radiant face,

I thing which happens every where each day-
Like to a lighted alabaster vase; ---

No hero trustethi wholly to half-pay.
XCVII

CIV.
Ip came John Jobuson-(I will not say « Jack, » And such is victory, and such is man!

For that were vulgar, cold, and common-place At least nine-tents of what we call so;-God
On great occasions, such as an attack

Jay have ano:her name for half we scan On cities, as latlı been the present case)

As buman beings, or his ways are odd. Ip Jobinson came, with hundreds at his back,

But to our subject, a brave Tartar Khan, Exclining : --« Juan! Juan! Ou, boy! brace

Or « sultan, as the author (to whose nod Your arm, and I'll bet Moscow to a dollar,

In prose I bend my humble verse) doth call That you and I will win Saint George's collar 8

This chieftain-someliow would not yield at all. XCVII.

CV. « The Seraskier is knockilypou the head,

But, flank'd by five brave sons (such is polygamy, But the stone bastion still remains, wherein

That she

pawis
warriors by the score,

where none The old pacha sits among some hundreds dead, Are prosecuted for that false crime bigamy) Smoking his pipe quite calmly 'midst the din

He never woull believe the city won Of our aruilery and liis own : 't is said

While courage clung bul to a single twis. — Am ! Our kill'd, already piled up to the chin,

Describing Priam's. Peleus, or Jose's son? Lie round the battery; but still it batters,

Seither, -but a good, plain, old, temperate man, And grapein volleys, like a vineyard, seatters.

Who fought with his five children in the van.
XCIX.

CVI. " Then

up
with me'»-But Juan answeril, « Look

To the lim was the point. The truly brave, l'pon this child-] saved her-must not leave

When they behold the brave oppress d with odd-, Her life to chancr; but poiut me out some hook

Are touchid with a desire to shield and save;Of safety, where she less may shrink am grieve,

A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods And I am will you.»-- Whereon Johnson 100k

Are they-now furious us the sweeping wave, A glance around -and slingeel- and twitched his

Now moved with pity: even as sometimes nods sleeve

The rugged tree unto the summer wind,
wud black sills neehclotlı – and replied, « You're right: Compassion breathie: along the savage miod.
Poor thing' whats to be done? I'm purzjed quite.»
C

CVII.
Sud Juan -- Whatsoever is to be

But he would not be tnhen, and replied Done, I'll not quit her till sloe Sexins secure

Toll the propositions of surrender al present life a good deal more than we--

By mowing Christians down on every side. Quoth Jolmson --- Veither will quite

As obscoate a SwedishChirles at Bender. But at the least you may din gloriously.»

llis five brave boys no long the foe defied : Juan replied --- At least I will endure

Whereon the Russian pathos grew less tender, Whateer is to be lorne--but not resign

is being a virtue, like terrestrial patience, This child, who is parenties, and therefore mine, ipe to wear out on trilling provocations. CI.

CITII. Juluson said-« Junn, we've no time to lose;

And spire of Johnson and of Juan, who The child's a pretty childid very pretty—

Expended all their eastern ploraseology I never saw such eyes about lork! now chuse

In being lim, for God's sakr, just to show Brewerns your fame and fuelings, priile and py:

So much less light as might form an apology Tark! how the roar increase! 10 rruse

For them to saving such a desperate foeWill cerve when there is planner in a city:

the best owav, like doctors of theology Iliould be loth to in ireli without you, bul,

When they dispulle with scepries; and with curses !'y Gou! well be too late for the first cut

Struck at his friends, as babies beit their nunes. CI

CIX. But Jumu was inmovible; unul

Nay, he had woundert, though but slightly, both Joli-on, who really love him in luis way,

Juan and Johnson, whereupon they fellPick it out amongst his followers with some skill The first with sighs, the second with an oathSuchen be thought the least given up to prey :

T'pon luis angry sulanslip, pell-mell, And wearing of the intant came to ill.

dudllaround were grown exceeding wroch That they should all be shot on the next day.

At suchu pertinacious infidel, but if she wore deliverid safe and sound,

Sul pour'd aspon liim and his sons like rain, They dould at these lifly roubles round,

Whichtling repüleel like ! Handy plain,

liure

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CXVII.
That drinks and still is dry. At last they perish'd :- The soldiers, who beheld him drop his point,
His second son was levell'd by a shot;

Stopp'd as if once more willing to concede llis third was sabred; and the fourth, most cherish'd Quarter, in case he bade them not « aroint !» Of all the five, on bayonets met his lot;

As he before had done. He did not heed
The fifthi, who, by a Christian mother nourisha, Their pause nor signs : his heart was out of joint,
Had been neglected, ill-used, and what not,

And shook (till now unshaken) like a reed,
Because deformd, yet died all game and bottom, As he look'd down upon bis children gone,
To save a sire whio blush'd that he begot him.

And felt--though done with life-he was alone.
CXI.

CXVIII. The eldest was a true and tameless Tartar,

But 'I was a transient tremor :-with a spring As great a scorner of the Nazarene

Upon the Russian steel his breast he flung, As ever Mahomet pick d out for a martyr,

As carelessly as hurls the motlı her wing Who only saw the black-eyed girls in green,

Against the light wherein she dies : he clung Who make the beds of those who won't take quarter Closer, that all the deadlier they might wring, On earth, in Paradise; and, when once seen,

Unto the bayonets which bad pierced his young; Those houris, like all other pretty creatures,

And, throwing back a dim look on his sons, Do just whate'er they please, by dint of features. In one wide wound pour'd forth his soul at once. CXII.

CXIX. And what they pleased to do with the young Khan *T is strange enough-the rough, tough soldiers, who In heaven, I know not, nor pretend to guess;

Spared neither sex nor age in their career But doubtless they prefer a fine young mau

Of carnage, whien this old man was pierced through, To tough old heroes, and can do no less;

And lay before them with his children pcar,
And that's the cause, no doubt, wliy, if we scan Touch'd by the beroism of him they slew,
A field of battle's ghastly wilderness,

Were melted for a moment; though no tear
For one rough, weather-beaten, veteran body,

Flow'd from their blood-shot eyes, all red with strife, You 'Il find ten thousand handsome coxcombs bloody. They honour'd such determined scorn of life. СХІІІ.

CXX. Your houris also have a natural pleasure

But the stone bastion still kept up its fire, In lopping off your lately married men

Where the chief Pacha calmly held his post : Before the bridal hours have danced their measure, Some twenty times he made the Russ retire, And the sad second moon grows dim again,

And baftled the assaults of all their host; Or dull Repentance hath had dreary leisure

At length he condescended to inquire To wish him back a bachelor now and then.

If yet the city's rest were won or lost ; And thus your houri (it may be) disputes

And, being told the latter, sent a Bey
Of these brief blossoms the immediate fruits.

To answer Riba's summons to give way.
CXIV.

CXXI.
Thus the young Khan, with houris in his sight, In the mean time, cross-legg'd, with great sang-froid,

Thought not upon de charms of four young brides, Among the scorching ruins he sat smoking
But bravely rush'd on his first heavenly night. Tobacco on a little carpet ;—Troy
Tu short, howe'er our better faith derides,

Saw nothing like the scene around ;-yet, looking These black-eyed virgins make the Moslems fight, With martial stoicism, nought seem'd to annoy

As though there were one ficaven and none besides, – His stern pluilosophy: but gently stroking Whereas, if all be true we hear of heaven

llis beard, he puffd his pipe's ambrosial gales, And hell, there must at least be six or seven.

As if he had three lives as well as tails.
CXV.

CXXII.
So fully flash'd the phantom on his eyes,

The town was taken— whether be might yield That when the very lance was in his heart,

Dimself or bastion, little matter'd now; Ile shouted « Allah!» and saw Paradise

Bis stubborn valour was no future shield. With all its veil of mystery drawn apart,

Ismail is no more! The crescent's silver bow And bright eternity without disguise

Suok, and the crimson cross glared o'er the field, On bis soul, like a ceaseless sunrise, dart,

But red with no redeeming gore : the glow With prophets, houris, angels, saints, descried

Of burning streets, like moonlight on the water, To one voluptuous blaze, -and then he died :

Was imaged back in blood, the sea of slaughter. CXVI.

CXXIII. But, with a heavenly rapture on his face,

All that the mind would shrink from of excesses; The good old Khan-who long had ceased to see All that the body perpetrates of bad; flouris, or aught except his florid race,

All that we read, liear, dream, of man's distresses; Who grew like ccdars round him gloriously

All that the devil would do if run stark mad; When he beheld his latest hero grace

All that deties the worst which pen expresses; The earth, which he became like a felld tree,

All by which hell is peopled, or as sad Paused for a moment from the fight, and cast

As hell-mere mortals who their power abuse, A glance on that slain son, his first and last.

Was here (as heretofore and since) let loose.

CXXIV.

CXXXI. If here and there some transient trait of pity,

But on the whole their continence was great; Was shown, and some more noble heart broke through So that some disappointment there ensued Jis bloody bond, and saved perhaps some pretty

To those who had felt the inconvenient state Child, or an aged helpless man or two

Of a single blessedness, and thought it good What's this in one annihilated city,

(Since it was not their fault, but only fate, Where thousand loves, and ries, and duties grow? To bear these crosses) for cach waning prude Cockneys of London! Muscadins of Paris!

To make a Roman sort of Sabine wedding, Just ponder what a pious pastime war is.

Without the expense and the suspense of bedding. CXIV.

CXXXII. Think how the joys of reading a gazette

Some voices of the buxom middle-aged Are purchased by all agonies and crimes :

Were also heard to wonder in the din Or, if these do not move you, don't forget

(Widows of forty were these birds long caged) Suchi doom may be your owu in after times.

« Wherefore the ravishing did not begin!» Meantime the taxes, Castlereagh, and debt,

But, while the thirst for gore and plunder raced, Are hints as good as serinous, or as rhymes.

There was small leisure for superfluous sio ;
Read your own hearts and Ireland's present story, But whether they escaped or no, lies hid
Then feed her famine fat with Wellesley's glory.

In darkness—I can only hope they did.
CXXVI.

CXXXIII.
But still there is unto a patriot nation,

Suwarrow now was conqueror-a match Which Joves so well its country and its king,

For Timor or for Zinghis in his trade, A subject of sublimest exultation

While mosques and streets, beneath his eyes, like thatch Bear it, ye Muses, on your brightest wing!

Blazed, and the cannon's roar was scarce allaya, Howe'er the mighty locust, Desolation,

With bloody hands he wrote his first dispatch; Strip your greeu tields, and to your harvests cling, And here exactly follows what he said :Gaunt Fainine never shall approach the throne

Glory to God and to the Empresa!» (Powers Though Ireland starve, reat George weighs twenty stone. Eternal! such names mingled !) « Ismail's ours '» 9 CXXVII.

CXXXIV. But let me put an end unto iny theme:

Methinks these are the most tremendous words, There was an end of Ismail-hapless town!

Since « Menė, Menė, Tekel,» avd. Cpharsia, Far flash'd lier burning towers o'er Danube's stream, Which hands or pins have ever traced of swords. And redly ran his blushing waters down.

Heaven help me! I'm but little of a parson : The horrid war-whoop and the shriller scream

What Daniel read was short-hand of the Lord's, Rose still; but fainter were the thunders grown: Severe, sublime; the prophet wrote no farce on Of forty thousand who had mann'd the wall,

The fate of nations ;— but this Russ, so witty, Some hundreds breathed-the rest were silent all! Could rhyme, like Nero, o'er a burning city. CXXVIII.

CXXXV. In one thing ne'ertheless iis fie to praise

He wrote this polar melody, and set it, The Russian ariny upon this occasion,

Duly accompanied by shirieks and

groans, A virtue much in fashion now-a-days,

Which few will sing, I trust, but none forget itAnd therefore worthy of commemoration:

For I will teach, if possible, the stones The topic 's tender, so shall be my phrase

To rise against earth's tyrants. Never let it Perhaps the season's cluill, and their long station Be said, ibat we still truckle unto thrones;In winter's depth, or want of rest and victual,

Put ye-our children's children! think how we Had made them chaste;- they ravish'd very little. Show'd what things were before the world was free' CXXIX.

CXXXVI. Much did they slay, more plunder, and no less

That hour is not for us, but it is for vou; Might here and there occur some violatiou

And as, in the great joy of your millennium, In the other line;- but not to such excess

You hardly will believe such things were true As when the French, that dissipated nation,

As now occur, I thought that I would pen you em, Take towns by storm : no causes can I guess,

But
may
their

very memory perish foo! Except colil weather and commiseration;

Yet, if perchance rememberi, still disdain yon 'em, But all the ladies, save some twenty score,

More than you scorn the savages

of

yore, Were almost as much virgins as before.

Who painteil their bare limbs, but not with gore. С

CXXXVU. Some odd mistakes too happend in the dark,

ind when you hear historians talk of thrones, Which slowda want of lanthorns, or of taste

And those that sate upon them, let it be Indeel the smoke was such they scarce could mark As we now gaze upon the Mammoth's bones, Their friends from foes, besides such things from And wonder what old world such things could see: hasta

Or hieroglyphics on Egyptian stones, Occur, though rarely, when there is a spark

The pleasant ridelles of futurityOf light to save the venerably chaste :

Guessing at what shall happily be bid But six old damsels, each of seventy years,

As the real purpose of a pyramid. Were all dellowerd by different grenadiers.