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Small « Triton of the minuows, » the sublime
Of mediocrity, the furious tame,
The approving « Good! » (by no means good in law) Humming like flies around the newest blaze,
The bluest of bluebottles you e'er saw, Teasing with blame, excruciating with praise,
Gorging the little fame he gets all raw,
In foolscap uniforms turned up with ink,
One don't know what to say to them, or think,
Of coxcombry's worst coxcombs t'en the pink
Men of the world, who know the world like men.
Who think of something else besides the pen; But for the children of the « mighty mother's, »
The would-be wits and can't be gentlemen, I leave them to their daily « tea is ready, » Smug coterie, and literary lady.
Have none of these instructive pleasant people,
Unknown as bells within a Turkish steeple;
(Though best-sowo projects very often reap ill)
No metaphysics are let loose in lectures,
Religious novels, moral tales, and strictures Upon the living manners, as they pass us;
No exhibition glares with annual pictures;
I have my reasons, you no doubt suppose,
I'll keep them for my life ( to come) in prose ; I fear I have a little turn for satire,
And yet methinks the older that one grows *Inclines us more to laugh than scold, though laughter Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.
Ye happy mixtures of more happy days!
Abominable Man no more allays
His thirst with such pure beverage. No matter,
I love you both, and both shall have my praise : Oh ! for old Saturu's reign of sugar-candy! Meantime I drink to your return in brandy.
Less in the Mussulman than Christian way,
And while I please to stare, you'll please to stay. » Could staring win a woman, this had won her,
But Laura could not thus be led astray,
A turn of time at which I would advise
In any other kind of exercise,
The ball-room ere the sun begins to rise,
And staid them over for some silly reason,
To see what lady best stood out the season ; And though I've seen some thousands in their prime,
Lovely and pleasing, and who still may please on, I never saw but one ( the stars withdrawn), Whose bloom could after dancing dare the dawn.
Although I might, for she was nought to me
A charming woman, whom we like to see ;
Yet if you like to find out this fair she,
To meet the daylight after seven hours sitting
To make her curtsy thought it right and fitting; The count was at her elbow with her shawl,
And they the room were on the point of quitting,
Is much the same-the crowd, and pulling, hauling, With blasphemies enough to break their jaws,
They make a never intermitted bawling..
And here a sentry stands within your calling;
And homeward floated o'er the silent tide,
The dancers and their dresses too, beside ;
Some little scandals eke : but all aghast
( As to their palace stairs the rowers glide ) Satc Laura by the side of her adorer, When lo ! the Mussulman was there before her.
« Sir, » said the count, with brow exceeding grave,
« Your unexpected presence here will make « It necessary for myself to crave
« Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake; « I hope it is so ; and at once to wave
« All compliment, I hope so for your sake ; « You understand my meaning, or you shall. » « Sir, » ( quoth the Turk ) « 'tis no mistake at all;
LXXXIX. « That lady is my wife ! » Much wonder paints
The lady's changing cheek, as well it might; But where an English woman sometimes faints,
Italian females don't do so outright; They only call a little on their saints,
And then come to themselves, almost or quite ; Which saves much hartshorn, salts, and sprinkling faces, And cutting stays, as usual in such cases.
But the count courteously invited in
« Such things perhaps, we'd best discuss within, » Said he, « don't let us make ourselves absurd
« In public, by a scene, nor raise a din, « For then the chief and only satisfaction « Will be much quizzing on the whole transaction. » !