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XXVI. Don Jose and the Donna Inez led
For sometime an unhappy sort of lite, 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,
And tried to prove her loving lord was mad,
She next decided he was only bad;
No sort of explanation could be had,
And open'd certain trunks of books and letters,
And then she had all Seville for a bettors,
The hearers of her case became repeaters,
With such serenity her husband's woes,
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. No doubt, this patience, when the world is damning us,
Is philosophic in our former friends ; "T is also pleasant to be deem'd magnanimous,
The more so in obtaining our own ends;
Conduct like this by no means comprehends :
. 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 clorics
Ry contrast, which is what we just were wishing all:
Then their relations, who made matters worse ('T were hard to tell upon a like occasion
To whom it may be best to have recourseI can't say much for friend or yet relation) :
The lawyers did their utmost for divorce, But scarce a fee was paid on either side Before, unluckily, Don Jose died.
According to all hints I could collect
(Although their talk's obscure and circumspect), His death contrived to spoil a charming cause;
A thousand pities also with respect
The public feling and the lawyers' fees :
A Jew took one of luis two mistresses, A priest the other-at least so they say:
I ask'd the doctors after his disease, lle died of the slow fever called the tertian, And left his widow to her own aversion.
XXXV. 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;
Discretion, and were not so peaceable
Poor fellow! he bad many things to wound him,
It was a trying moment that which found him, Standing alone beside lis desolate hearth,
Where all his household goods lay shiver'd round him; No choice was left his feelings or his pride Save death or Doctors' Commons-so he died.
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 :
And aoswer'd but to nature's just demands;
Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon,
(His sire was of Castile, bis dam from Arragon): Then for accomplishments of chivalry,
In case our lord the king should go to war again,
And saw into herself each day before all
Was that his breeding should be strictly moral; Much into all his studies she inquired,
And so they were submitted first to her, all Arts, sciences, no branch was made a mystery To Juan's eyes, excepting natural history.
Because of Gilthy loves of gods and goddesses,
But never put on pantaloous or boudices; llis reverend tutors had at times a lussle,
And for their Eveids, Tiads, and Odysseys,
Anacreon's morals are a still worse sample;
I don't think Sapphio's Ode a good example, Although 3 Longinus tells us there is no bymna
Where the sublime soars fortlı on wings more ample; But Virgil's songs are pure, except that horrid one Beginning witi « Formosum pastor Corydon.»
XLIII. Lucretius' irreligion is 100 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;
Expurgated by learned men, who place,
The grosser parts; but, fearful to deface
And pilying sore his mutilated case,
Instead of being scatter'd through the pages;
To meet the ingenuous youth of future ages, Till some less rigid editor shall stoop
To call them back into their separate cages,
Was oruamented in a sort of way
kinds of grotesques illumined; and how they Who saw those tigures on the margin kiss all,
Could turn their oplies to the text and pray Is more than I know-but Don Juan's mother kept this herself, and gave her son another.
And homilies, and lives of all the saints;
He did not take such studies for restraints :
So well not one of the aforesaid paints
I can't but say that his mamma was right,
She scarcely trusted lim from out her sight; ler maids were old, and if she took a new one
You might be sure she was a perfect fright;
At six a charming child, and al eleven
As e'er to man's maturer growth was given : lle studied steadily and grew apace,
And seein'd, at least, in the right road to heaven; For half lis days were pass'd at church, the other Betweeu lis lutors, confessor, wud mother.
Al twelve lie was a fine, but quiet boy;
They tamed lim down amongst them: to destroy Bis natural spirit not in vain they toild,
At least it seem'd so; and his mother's joy Was to declare how sage and still, and steady, ller young philosopher was grown already.
But what I say is neither here nor there;
Tu character--but it would not be fair From sire 10 son 10 sugar good or ill:
lli and his wife were an ill-sorted pair-But scandal's my aversion - 1 protest dyainst all evil speakmg, cvcu in jest,
This I will say-my reasons are my own —
To school! God be praised that I have noue) 'Tis not with Donna Inez I would shut
llim up to learn his catechism alone;
Thou;li I acquired-but I pass over that, is well on all the Greek I since have lost:
I say that there's the place--but « l'erbum sat.za I think I picked up, 100, as well as mosi,
knowledge of matters--but, no matter whatI never murid--but I think, I kuow, That sons should not be ciucated so.
Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow
Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow, And every body but his mother deem'd
ller cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Him almost man; but she flew in a rage,
Mounting, at times to a transparent glow, And bit her lips (for else she might have scream'd) As if her veios ran lightning; she, in sooth, If any said so, for to be precocious
Possess'd an air and grace by no means common : Was in her eyes a thing the most atrocious.
ller stature tall-I hate a dumpy woman. LV.
LXII. Amongst her numerous acquaintance, all
Wedded she was some years, and to a man Selected for discretion and devotion,
Of fifty, and such husbands are in plenty; There was the Donna Julia, whom to call
And yet, I think, instead of such a one, Pretty were but to give a feeble notion
'T were better to have two of five-and-twenty, Of many charms in her as natural
Especially in countries near the sun : As sweetness to the flower, or salt to ocean,
And now I think on 'I, « mi vien in mente, » Her zone to Venus, or his how to Cupid
Ladies, even of the most uneasy virtue, (But this last simile is trite and stupid).
Prefer a spouse whose age is short of thirty.
"T is a sad thing, I cannot chuse but say, Accorded with her Moorish origin
And all the fault of that indecent sun (Her blood was not all Spanish, by the by;
Who cannot leave alone our helpless clay, In Spain, you know, this is a sort of sin).
But will keep baking, broiling, burping on, When proud Granada fell, and, forced to fly,
That, howsoever people fast and pray, Boabdil wept, of Donoa Julia's kin
The flesh is frail, and so the soul undone : Some went to Africa, some stay'd in Spain,
What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, Her great great grandmamma chose to remain. Is much more common where the climate 's sultry. LVII.
LXIV. She married (I forget the pedigree)
Flappy the nations of the moral north! With an hidalgo, who transmitted down
Where all is virtue, and the 'vinter season His blood less noble than such blood should be: Sends sia without a rag on, shivering forth At such alliances his sires would frown,
(T was snow that brought Saint Anthony to reason); In that point so precise in each degree
Where juries case up what a wife is worth,
Because it is a marketable vice.
Ruin'd its blood, but much improved its flesh. A man well looking for his years, and who
Was neither much beloved nor yet abborrid: Sprung up a branch as beautiful as fresh;
They lived together as most people do, The sons no more were short, the daughters plain; Suffering each others' foibles by accord, But there's a rumour which I fain would hush
And not exactly either one or two;
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it,
Julia was-yet I never could see whyImproving still through every generation,
With Donna Joez quite a favourite friend; Until it centred in an only son
Between their tastes there was small sympathy, Who left an only daughter; my narration
For not a line had Julia ever pennd : May lave suggested that this single one
Some people whisper (but no doubt they lie, Could be but Julia (whom on this occasion
For inalice still imputes some private end) I shall have much to speak about), and she
That Inez bad, ere Dou Alfonso's marriage, Was married, charming, chaste, and twenty-three. Forgot with him her very prudent carriage; LX.
LXVII. Her cye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
And that, still keeping up the old connexion, Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Which time bad lately render'd much more chaste, Uotil she spoke, then through its soft disguise She took his lady also in affection, Flash'd an expression more of pride tban ire,
And certaiuly this course was much the best : And love than either; and there would arise
She flatter'd Julia with her sage protection, A something in them which was not desire,
And complimented Don Alfonso's taste; But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul And if she could not (who can ?) silence scandal, Whiclı struggled through and chasten'd down the whole. At least she left it a more slender handle.
With other people's eyes, or if her own
Of this, at least no sympton e'er was shown; l'erhaps she did not know, or did not care,
Indifferent from the first or callous grown :
Caressd him often, such a thing might be
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:
Changed; for the dame grew distant, the youth shy, Their looks cast down, their greetings almost dum),
And much embarrassment in cither eve: There surely will be little doubt with some
That Donna Julia knew die reason why,
And tremulously gentle her small land
A little pressure, thrilling, and so bland And sliglit, so very slight, that to the mind
'Twas but a doubt; but ne'er magician's wand
She lookila siduess sweeter than her smile,
Slar must not own, bull cherished more the white, l'or that compressjou io nis burning core;
Even innocence itself has many a wile,
Even by its darkness; as the blackest sky
Jis workings through the vainly-guarded eye,
Tiself, t is still the same hypocrisy;
She felt it going, and resolved to make
For honour's, pride's, religion's, virtue's sake.
And almost might have made a Tarquin quake;
And next day paid a visit to his mother, ind look'd extremely at the opening door,
Which, by the Virgin's grace lei in another; Grateful she was,
and a little soreAgain it
opens, it can be no other,
Should rather face and overcome temptation ,
Should ever give her leart the least sensation, That is to say a thought, beyond the common
Preference that we must feel upon occasion for people who are pleasanter than others, But then they only seem so many brothers.
The devil's so very sly--she should discover
And if, still free, that such or such a lover Might please perhaps, a virtuous wife can quell
Such thoughts, and be the better when they'ri Ovet
Bright and immaculate, unmixd and pure,
And mutrons, who would be no less secure, Platonic, perfect, « just such love as mine; »
Thus Julia sail-and thought so, to be sure, lod so I'd have her think, were I the man On whom lier reveries celestial ran.
LXIX Such love is innocent, and may
exist Between young persons without any danger. A hand inny first, and then a lip be kiss'd ;
For my pari, to such doings I'm a stranger,
Ofail o'er which such love may be a ranger :
LIXIT. Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression,
And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, though for no transgression,
Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left: All these are little preludes to po sension,
Of which young passion cannot be bereft, And merely tend to show how greatly love is Cuibarrassid at first starting with a novice,
LXXXI. Love, then, but love within its
proper limits Was Julias innocent determination in young: Don Juan's favour, and to him its
Exeruon might be useful on occasion ; And, lighted at too pure a shrine to dim its
Etherial lustre, with what sweel persuasion He inight be taught, by love and bier together I really don't know what, nor Julia either.
LXXXIX. Fraught with this fine intention, and well fenced The poet meant, no doubt, and thus appeals lu mail of proof-her purity of soul,
To the good sense and senses of mankind, She, for the future of her strength convinced,
The very thing which every body feels And that her honour was a rock, or mole,
As all have found on trial, or may find, Exceeding sagely from that hour dispensed
That no one likes to be disturb'd at meals With any kind of troublesome control :
Or love :- I won't say more about « entwined» But whether Julia to the task was equal
Or « transport, » as we know all that before,
But beg « security» will bolt the door.
Thinking unutterable things; be threw
Where the wild branch of the cork forest grew; Nothing but what was good, her breast was peaceable- | There poets find materials for their books, A quiet conscience makes one so serene!
And every now and then we read them through, Christians have burn'd each other, quite persuaded So that their plan and prosody are eligible, That all the apostles would have done as they did.
Unless, like Wordsworth, they prove unintelligible. LXXXIV.
CIX. And if, in the mean time, her husband died,
lle, Juan (and not Wordsworth), so pursued But Ileaven forbid that such a thought should cross
llis self-communion with his own high soul, Her brain, though in a dream (and then she sigh’d)!
Until his mighty heart, in its great mood, Never could she survive that common loss;
Had mitigated part, though not the whole But just suppose that moment should betide,
Of its disease ; he did the best he could I only say suppose ir-inter nos
With things not very subject to control, (This should be entre nous, for Julia thought
And turn'd, without perceiving his condition,
Like Coleridge, into a metaphysician.
lle thought about himself, and the whole earth, Juan, being then grown up to man's estate,
Of man the wonderful, and of the stars, Would fully suit a widow of condition;
And how the deuce they ever could have birth; Even seven years hence it would not be too late;
And then he thought of earthquakes and of wars, And in the interim (to pursue this vision)
How many miles the moon might have in girth, The mischief, after all, could not be great,
Of air-balloons, and of the many bars For he would learn the rudiments of love,
To perfect knowledge of the boundless skies;
And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.
In thoughts like these true wisdom
discern Poor little fellow! he had no idea
Longings sublime, and aspirations high, Of his own case, and never hit the true one;
Which some are born with, but the most part learn In feelings quick as Ovid's Miss Medea,
To plague themselves wiihal, they know not why: Hle puzzled over what be found a new one,
'T was strange that one so young should thus concern But not as yet imagined it could be a
His brain about the action of the sky; Thing quite in course, and vot at all alarming,
you think 't was philosophy that this did, Which, with a little patience, miglit grow charming. I can't help thinking puberty assisted, LXXXVII.
XCIV. Silent and pensive, idle, restless, slow,
le pored upon the leaves, and on the flowers, His home deserted for the lovely wood,
And heard a voice in all the winds; and then Tormented with a wound he could not know,
He thought of wood-nymphs and immortal bowers, His, like all deep grief, plunged in solitude.
And how the goddesses came down to men: I'm fond myself of solitude or so,
le miss'd the pathway, he forgot the hours, But then I beg it may be understood
And, when he look'd upon his watch again, By solitude I mean a sultan's, not
He found how much old Time had been a winner, Alermit's, with a haram for a grot.
lle also found that he had lost his dinner. LXXXVIII.
XCV. « Oh love! in such a wilderness as this,
Sometimes he turn'd to gaze upon his book, Where transport and security entwine,
Boscan, or Garcilasso; by the wind !lere is the empire of thy perfect bliss,
Even as the page is rustled while we look, And here thou art a god indeed divine.»
So by the poesy of his own mind The bard I quote from does not sing amiss,
Over the mystic leaf his soul was shook, With the exception of the second line,
As if I were one whereon magicians bind For that same twining « transport and security» Their spells, and give them to the passing gale, Are twisted to a phrase of some obscurity.
According to some good old woman's tale.