The Works of Lord Byron Volume VI Part 101

XXIII.

And now to business.--O my gentle Juan!

Thou art in London--in that pleasant place, Where every kind of mischief's daily brewing, Which can await warm Youth in its wild race.

'T is true, that thy career is not a new one; Thou art no novice in the headlong chase Of early life; but this is a new land, Which foreigners can never understand.

XXIV.

What with a small diversity of climate, Of hot or cold, mercurial or sedate, I could send forth my mandate like a Primate Upon the rest of Europe's social state; But thou art the most difficult to rhyme at, Great Britain, which the Muse may penetrate.

All countries have their "Lions," but in thee There is but one superb menagerie.

XXV.

But I am sick of politics. Begin-- _"Paulo Majora."_ Juan, undecided Amongst the paths of being "taken in,"

Above the ice had like a skater glided:[lj]

When tired of play, he flirted without sin With some of those fair creatures who have prided Themselves on innocent tantalisation,[lk]

And hate all vice except its reputation.

XXVI.

But these are few, and in the end they make Some devilish escapade or stir, which shows That even the purest people may mistake Their way through Virtue's primrose paths of snows; And then men stare, as if a new a.s.s spake To Balaam, and from tongue to ear o'erflows Quicksilver small talk, ending (if you note it) With the kind World's Amen--"Who would have thought it?"

XXVII.

The little Leila, with her Orient eyes, And taciturn Asiatic disposition, (Which saw all Western things with small surprise, To the surprise of people of condition, Who think that novelties are b.u.t.terflies To be pursued as food for inanition,) Her charming figure and romantic history Became a kind of fashionable mystery.

XXVIII.

The women much divided--as is usual Amongst the s.e.x in little things or great-- Think not, fair creatures, that I mean to abuse you all, I have always liked you better than I state-- Since I've grown moral, still I must accuse you all Of being apt to talk at a great rate; And now there was a general sensation Amongst you, about Leila's education.

XXIX.

In one point only were you settled--and You had reason; 't was that a young child of grace, As beautiful as her own native land, And far away, the last bud of her race, Howe'er our friend Don Juan might command Himself for five, four, three, or two years' s.p.a.ce, Would be much better taught beneath the eye Of peeresses whose follies had run dry.

x.x.x.

So first there was a generous emulation, And then there was a general compet.i.tion, To undertake the orphan's education: As Juan was a person of condition, It had been an affront on this occasion To talk of a subscription or pet.i.tion; But sixteen dowagers, ten unwed she sages Whose tale belongs to "Hallam's Middle Ages,"[628]

x.x.xI.

And one or two sad, separate wives, without A fruit to bloom upon their withering bough-- Begged to bring _up_ the little girl, and _"out"_-- For that's the phrase that settles all things now, Meaning a virgin's first blush at a rout, And all her points as thorough-bred to show: And I a.s.sure you, that like virgin honey Tastes their first season (mostly if they have money).

x.x.xII.

How all the needy honourable misters, Each out-at-elbow peer, or desperate dandy, The watchful mothers, and the careful sisters, (Who, by the by, when clever, are more handy At making matches, where "'t is gold that glisters,"

Than their _he_ relatives), like flies o'er candy Buzz round "the Fortune" with their busy battery, To turn her head with waltzing and with flattery!

x.x.xIII.

Each aunt, each cousin, hath her speculation; Nay, married dames will now and then discover Such pure disinterestedness of pa.s.sion, I've known them court an heiress for their lover.

"_Tantoene!_" Such the virtues of high station, Even in the hopeful Isle, whose outlet's "Dover!"

While the poor rich wretch, object of these cares, Has cause to wish her sire had had male heirs.

x.x.xIV.

Some are soon bagged, and some reject three dozen: 'T is fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay o'er every angry cousin (Friends of the party), who begin accusals, Such as--"Unless Miss Blank meant to have chosen Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? _Why_ waltz with him? Why, I pray, Look _'Yes'_ last night, and yet say _'No'_ to-day?

x.x.xV.

"Why?--Why?--Besides, Fred really was _attached_; 'T was not her fortune--he has enough without; The time will come she'll wish that she had s.n.a.t.c.hed So good an opportunity, no doubt:-- But the old Marchioness some plan had hatched, As I'll tell Aurea at to-morrow's rout: And after all poor Frederick may do better-- Pray did you see her answer to his letter?"

x.x.xVI.

Smart uniforms and sparkling coronets Are spurned in turn, until her turn arrives, After male loss of time, and hearts, and bets Upon the sweepstakes for substantial wives; And when at last the pretty creature gets Some gentleman, who fights, or writes, or drives, It soothes the awkward squad of the rejected To find how very badly she selected.

x.x.xVII.

For sometimes they accept some long pursuer, Worn out with importunity; or fall (But here perhaps the instances are fewer) To the lot of him who scarce pursued at all.

A hazy widower turned of forty 's sure[ll][629]

(If 't is not vain examples to recall)[lm]

To draw a high prize: now, howe'er he got her, I See nought more strange in this than t' other lottery.

x.x.xVIII.

I, for my part--(one "modern instance" more, "True,'t is a pity--pity 't is, 't is true")--[630]

Was chosen from out an amatory score, Albeit my years were less discreet than few; But though I also had reformed before Those became one who soon were to be two, I'll not gainsay the generous public's voice, That the young lady made a monstrous choice.

x.x.xIX.

Oh, pardon my digression--or at least Peruse! 'T is always with a moral end That I dissert, like grace before a feast: For like an aged aunt, or tiresome friend, A rigid guardian, or a zealous priest, My Muse by exhortation means to mend All people, at all times, and in most places, Which puts my Pegasus to these grave paces.

XL.

But now I'm going to be immoral; now I mean to show things really as they are, Not as they ought to be: for I avow, That till we see what's what in fact, we're far From much improvement with that virtuous plough Which skims the surface, leaving scarce a scar Upon the black loam long manured by Vice, Only to keep its corn at the old price.

XLI.

But first of little Leila we'll dispose,[ln]

For like a day-dawn she was young and pure-- Or like the old comparison of snows,[631]

(Which are more pure than pleasant, to be sure, Like many people everybody knows),-- Don Juan was delighted to secure A goodly guardian for his infant charge, Who might not profit much by being at large.

XLII.

Besides, he had found out he was no tutor (I wish that others would find out the same),[632]

And rather wished in such things to stand neuter, For silly wards will bring their guardians blame: So when he saw each ancient dame a suitor To make his little wild Asiatic tame, Consulting "the Society for Vice Suppression," Lady Pinchbeck was his choice.

XLIII.

Olden she was--but had been very young; Virtuous she was--and had been, I believe; Although the World has such an evil tongue That--but my chaster ear will not receive An echo of a syllable that's wrong:[lo]

In fact, there's nothing makes me so much grieve, As that abominable t.i.ttle-tattle, Which is the cud eschewed[633] by human cattle.