'My third' 'Your third !' quoth Juan, turning round, 'You scarcely can be thirty: have you three?' No-only two at present above ground; Surely 'tis nothing wonderful to see One person thrice in holy wedlock bound!' 'Well, then, your third,' said Juan, 'what did She did not run away too did she, sir?' [she? 'No, faith.'-'What then?' -'I ran away from her.' XXI. 'You take things coolly, sir,' said Juan. Why,' Replied the other, what can a man do? Just now a black old neutral personage The captives, seem'd to mark their looks, and [age, Of the third sex stept up, and peering over And capabilities, as to discover And such an end! that he who many a day Had faced Napoleon's foes until they fledThe foremost in the charge or in the sally, Should now be butcher'd in a civic alley. XXXVIII. The scars of his old wounds were near his new, Those honourable scars which brought him fame: And horrid was the contrast to the view But let me quit the theme; as such things claim Perhaps even more attention than is due From me. I gazed (as oft I've gazed the same) To try if I could wrench aught out of death, Which should confirm, or shake, or make, a faith; A neat, snug study, on a winter's night, Along this hall, and up and down, some, Though, certes, by no means so grand a sig squatted Upon their hams, were occupied at chess; Others in monosyllable talk chatted, [dress, And some seem'd much in love with their own 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 In Turkey nothing is more common than for the Mussulmans to take several glasses of strong spirits by way of appetizer. I have seen them take as many as six of raki before dinner, and swear that they dined the better for it. I tried the experiment, but was like the Scotchman, who, having heard that birds called kittiwakes were admirable whets, ate six of them, and complained that he was no hungrier than when he began.' As is a theatre lit up by gas. I pass my evenings in long galleries solely; And that's the reason I'm so melancholy. |