My Muse, the butterfly hath but her wings, Not stings, and flits through ether without aim, Alighting rarely:-were she but a hornet, Perhaps there might be vices which would mourn it. XC. I had forgotten-but must not forget- Smooth speech, his first and maidenly transgression Upon debate: the papers echoed yet With his début, which made a strong impression, And rank'd with what is every day display'd— "The best first speech that ever yet was made." XCI. Proud of his "Hear hims!" proud, too, of his vote Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story, Graced with some merit, and with more effrontery, "His country's pride,” he came down to the country. XCII. There also were two wits by acclamation, Both lawyers and both men of education; Longbow was rich in an imagination As beautiful and bounding as a steed, But sometimes stumbling over a potato,— While Strongbow's best things might have come from Cato. XCIII. Strongbow was like a new-tuned harpsichord; With which the winds of heaven can claim accord, Of Strongbow's talk you would not change a word: XCIV. If all these seem an heterogeneous mass [bête : When Congreve's fool could vie with Molière's Society is smooth'd to that excess, That manners hardly differ more than dress. XCV. Our ridicules are kept in the back-ground- Professions, too, are no more to be found Professional; and there is nought to cull Of folly's fruit: for though your fools abound, They're barren, and not worth the pains to pull. Society is now one polish'd horde, Form'd of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored. XCVI. But from being farmers, we turn gleaners, gleaning XCVII. But what we can we glean in this vile age Who, in his common-place book, had a page Prepared each morn for evenings. "List, oh list!". "Alas, poor ghost!"-What unexpected woes Await those who have studied their bons-mots! XCVIII. Firstly, they must allure the conversation Nor bate (abate) their hearers of an inch, (1) " Mrs. Adams answered Mr. Adams, that it was blasphemous to talk of Scripture out of church." This dogma was broached to her husband the best Christian in any book. -See Joseph Andrews. But take an ell—and make a great sensation, If possible; and thirdly, never flinch When some smart talker puts them to the test, XCIX. Lord Henry and his lady were the hosts; The party we have touch'd on were the guests! Their table was a board to tempt even ghosts Το pass the Styx for more substantial feasts. I will not dwell upon ragoûts or roasts, Albeit all human history attests That happiness for man—the hungry sinner!Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.(1) C. Witness the lands which "flow'd with milk and Held out unto the hungry Israelites: [honey," To this we have added since, the love of money, The only sort of pleasure which requites. Youth fades, and leaves our days no longer sunny; We tire of mistresses and parasites; But oh, ambrosial cash! Ah! who would lose thee? When we no more can use, or even abuse thee! CI The gentlemen got up betimes to shoot, Or hunt: the young, because they liked the sport The first thing boys like, after play and fruit; The middle-aged, to make the day more short; (1) A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of any thing than he does of his dinner; and if he cannot get that well dressed, he should be suspected of inaccuracy in other things. - JOHNSON.] For ennui is a growth of English root, Though nameless in our language:— we retort The fact for words, and let the French translate That awful yawn which sleep can not abate. CII. The elderly walk'd through the library, And tumbled books, or criticised the pictures, Or saunter'd through the gardens piteously, And made upon the hot-house several strictures, Or rode a nag which trotted not too high, Or on the morning papers read their lectures, Or on the watch their longing eyes would fix, Longing at sixty for the hour of six. CIII. But none were " gêné :" the great hour of union Was rung by dinner's knell; till then all were Masters of their own time—or in communion, Or solitary, as they chose to bear The hours, which how to pass is but to few known. Each rose up at his own, and had to spare What time he chose for dress, and broke his fast When, where, and how he chose for that repast. CIV. The ladies -some rouged, some a little pale- Sung, or rehearsed the last dance from abroad; |