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第69章

But to continue:- I say not the first, But of the first, our little friend Don Juan Walk'd o'er the walls of Ismail, as if nursed Amidst such scenes- though this was quite a new one To him, and I should hope to most. The thirst Of glory, which so pierces through and through one, Pervaded him- although a generous creature, As warm in heart as feminine in feature.

And here he was- who upon woman's breast, Even from a child, felt like a child; howe'er The man in all the rest might be confest, To him it was Elysium to be there;

And he could even withstand that awkward test Which Rousseau points out to the dubious fair, 'Observe your lover when he leaves your arms;'

But Juan never left them, while they had charms, Unless compell'd by fate, or wave, or wind, Or near relations, who are much the same.

But here he was!- where each tie that can bind Humanity must yield to steel and flame:

And he whose very body was all mind, Flung here by fate or circumstance, which tame The loftiest, hurried by the time and place, Dash'd on like a spurr'd blood-horse in a race.

So was his blood stirr'd while he found resistance, As is the hunter's at the five-bar gate, Or double post and rail, where the existence Of Britain's youth depends upon their weight, The lightest being the safest: at a distance He hated cruelty, as all men hate Blood, until heated- and even then his own At times would curdle o'er some heavy groan.

The General Lascy, who had been hard press'd, Seeing arrive an aid so opportune As were some hundred youngsters all abreast, Who came as if just dropp'd down from the moon, To Juan, who was nearest him, address'd His thanks, and hopes to take the city soon, Not reckoning him to be a 'base Bezonian'

(As Pistol calls it), but a young Livonian.

Juan, to whom he spoke in German, knew As much of German as of Sanscrit, and In answer made an inclination to The general who held him in command;

For seeing one with ribands, black and blue, Stars, medals, and a bloody sword in hand, Addressing him in tones which seem'd to thank, He recognised an officer of rank.

Short speeches pass between two men who speak No common language; and besides, in time Of war and taking towns, when many a shriek Rings o'er the dialogue, and many a crime Is perpetrated ere a word can break Upon the ear, and sounds of horror chime In like church-bells, with sigh, howl, groan, yell, prayer, There cannot be much conversation there.

And therefore all we have related in Two long octaves, pass'd in a little minute;

But in the same small minute, every sin Contrived to get itself comprised within it.

The very cannon, deafen'd by the din, Grew dumb, for you might almost hear a linnet, As soon as thunder, 'midst the general noise Of human nature's agonising voice!

The town was enter'd. Oh eternity!-'God made the country and man made the town,'

So Cowper says- and I begin to be Of his opinion, when I see cast down Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh, All walls men know, and many never known;

And pondering on the present and the past, To deem the woods shall be our home at last Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General Boon, back-woodsman of Kentucky, Was happiest amongst mortals anywhere;

For killing nothing but a bear or buck, he Enjoy'd the lonely, vigorous, harmless days Of his old age in wilds of deepest maze.

Crime came not near him- she is not the child Of solitude; Health shrank not from him- for Her home is in the rarely trodden wild, Where if men seek her not, and death be more Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled By habit to what their own hearts abhor-In cities caged. The present case in point I

Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety;

And what 's still stranger, left behind a name For which men vainly decimate the throng, Not only famous, but of that good fame, Without which glory 's but a tavern song-Simple, serene, the antipodes of shame, Which hate nor envy e'er could tinge with wrong;

An active hermit, even in age the child Of Nature, or the man of Ross run wild.

'T is true he shrank from men even of his nation, When they built up unto his darling trees,-He moved some hundred miles off, for a station Where there were fewer houses and more ease;

The inconvenience of civilisation Is, that you neither can be pleased nor please;

But where he met the individual man, He show'd himself as kind as mortal can.

He was not all alone: around him grew A sylvan tribe of children of the chase, Whose young, unwaken'd world was ever new, Nor sword nor sorrow yet had left a trace On her unwrinkled brow, nor could you view A frown on Nature's or on human face;

The free-born forest found and kept them free, And fresh as is a torrent or a tree.

And tall, and strong, and swift of foot were they, Beyond the dwarfing city's pale abortions, Because their thoughts had never been the prey Of care or gain: the green woods were their portions;

No sinking spirits told them they grew grey, No fashion made them apes of her distortions;

Simple they were, not savage; and their rifles, Though very true, were not yet used for trifles.

Motion was in their days, rest in their slumbers, And cheerfulness the handmaid of their toil;

Nor yet too many nor too few their numbers;

Corruption could not make their hearts her soil;

The lust which stings, the splendour which encumbers, With the free foresters divide no spoil;

Serene, not sullen, were the solitudes Of this unsighing people of the woods.

So much for Nature:- by way of variety, Now back to thy great joys, Civilisation!

And the sweet consequence of large society, War, pestilence, the despot's desolation, The kingly scourge, the lust of notoriety, The millions slain by soldiers for their ration, The scenes like Catherine's boudoir at threescore, With Ismail's storm to soften it the more.

The town was enter'd: first one column made Its sanguinary way good- then another;

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