XIX. Didst ever see a gondola? For fear You should not, I'll describe it you exactly; 'T is a long covered boat that 's common here, Carved at the prow, built lightly, but compactly; Row'd by two rowers, each call'd "gondolier," It glides along the water looking blackly, Just like a coffin clapt in a canoe, Where none can make out what you say or do. XX. And up and down the long canals they go, And under the Rialto shoot along, ; But not to them do woful things belong, For sometimes they contain a deal of fun, Like mourning-coaches when the funeral 's done. XXI. But to my story.-'T was some years ago, Her real name I know not, nor can guess, XXII. years She was not old, nor young, nor at the XXIII. Laura was blooming still, had made the best She look'd extremely well where'er she went : And Laura's brow a frown had rarely bent; Indeed she shone all smiles, and seem'd to flatter Mankind with her black eyes for looking at her. XXIV. She was a married woman; 't is convenient, A well-timed wedding makes the scandal cool), I don't know how they ever can get over it, Except they manage never to discover it. XXV. Her husband sail'd upon the Adriatic, And made some voyages, too, in other seas; And when he lay in quarantine for pratique (A forty days' precaution 'gainst disease), His wife would mount, at times, her highest attic, For thence she could discern the ship with ease: He was a merchant trading to Aleppo, His name Giuseppe, call'd more briefly, Beppo.' XXVI. He was a man as dusky as a Spaniard, Sunburnt with travel, yet a portly figure; Though colour'd, as it were, within a tan-yard, He was a person both of sense and vigourA better seaman never yet did man yard: And she, although her manners show'd no rigour, Was deem'd a woman of the strictest principle, So much as to be thought almost invincible. XXVII. But several years elapsed since they had met; That he had somehow blunder'd into debt, And did not like the thoughts of steering home; And there were several offer'd any bet, Or that he would, or that he would not come, For most men (till by losing render'd sager). Will back their own opinions with a wager, XXVIII. "T is said that their last parting was pathetic, Which I have known occur in two or three), XXIX. And Laura waited long, and wept a little, And thought of wearing weeds, as well she might; She almost lost all appetite for victual, And could not sleep with ease alone at night; XXX. She chose, (and what is there they will not chuse, A coxcomb was he by the public voice: XXXI. And then he was a count, and then he knew Music and dancing, fiddling, French, and Tuscan ; The last not easy, be it known to you, For few Italians speak the right Etruscan. He was a critic upon operas too, And knew all niceties of the sock and buskin; And no Venetian audience could endure a Song, scene, or air, when he cried "seccatura." XXXII. His "bravo" was decisive, for that sound For fear of some false note's detected flaw. Wish'd him five fathom under the Rialto. XXXIII. He patronized the improvvisatori, Nay, could himself extemporize some stanzas, Wrote rhymes, sang songs, could also tell a story, Sold pictures, and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be, though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to that which France has ; In short, he was a perfect cavaliero, And to his very valet seem'd a hero. XXXIV. Then he was faithful too, as well as amorous; His heart was one of those which most enamour us, He was a lover of the good old school, XXXV. No wonder such accomplishments should turn In law he was almost as good as dead; he XXXVI. Besides, within the Alps, to every woman 66 The word was formerly a XXXVII. 66 cicisbeo," But that is now grown vulgar and indecent ; The Spaniards call the person a 66 cortejo,"3 For the same mode subsists in Spain, though recent: In short it reaches from the Po to Teio, And may perhaps at last be o'er the sea sent. But Heaven preserve Old England from such courses? Or what becomes of damage and divorces? XXXVIII. However, I still think, with all due deference XXXIX. 'T is true, your budding Miss is very charming, All giggle, blush; half pertness, and half pout; XL. But cavalier servente" is the phrase His is no sinecure, as you may guess; XLI. With all its sinful doings, I must say, And vines (not nail'd to walls) from tree to tree XLII. I like on autumn evenings to ride out, Without being forced to bid my groom be sure My cloak is round his middle strapp'd about, Because the skies are not the most secure : I know too that, if stopp'd upon my route, Where the green alleys windingly allure, Reeling with grapes red waggons choke the wayIn England 't would be dung, dust, or a dray. XLIII. I also like to dine on becaficas, To see the sun set, sure he 'll rise to-morrow, Not through a misty morning, twinkling weak as A drunken man's dead eye in maudlin sorrow, But with all heaven t' himself; that day will break as Beauteous as cloudless, nor be forced to borrow That sort of farthing-candle light, which glimmers Where reeking London's smoky cauldron simmers. |