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XII. Three hundred cannon threw
their emetic, And thirty thousand muskets fluug their pills Like hail, to make a bloody diuretic.
Mortality! thou hast thy inonthly bills;
Like the death-watch, within our cars the ills
Until their very number makes men hard
Which meet the faze, whate'er it may regardThe groan, the roll in dust, the all-white eye
Turnd back within its socket, -these reward
age Maintain'd at the expense of your good king:
A moderate pension shakes full many a sage, And heroes are but made for bards to sing,
Which is still better ; thus in verse to wage
To take a battery on the right; the others,
Had set to work as briskly as their brothers: Being grenadiers, they mounted, one by one,
Cheerful as children climb the breasts of mothers,
The fire that were red Vesuvius loaded,
And shells or hells, it could not more have goaded. Of officers a third fell on the spot,
A thing wbich victory by no means boded
To track our hero on his patlı of fame:
For fifty thousand heroes, name by name,
A couplet, or an elegy to claim,
To the gazette-- which doubtless fairly dealı
In ditches, fields, or wberesoe'er they felt Their clay for the last time their souls encumber ;
Thrice happy he whose name lias been well spelt In the dispateli; I knew a man whose loss Was printed Grove, although bis name was Grose, 3
And fought away with might and main, not knowiog The way which they had never trod before,
And still less guessing where they might be going; But on they march'd, dead bodies trampling o'er,
Firing, and thrusting, slashing, sweating, flowing
Of dead and dying thousands, --sometimes gaining A yard or two of ground, which brought them nigber
To some odd angle for which all were straining; At other times, repulsed by the close fire,
Which really pour'd as if all hell were raining,
The nightly muster and the silent march
So much as under a triumphal arch,
A glance on the dull clouds (as thick as starch,
There have been and are heroes who begun
Frederick the Great from Molwitz deigo'd to run, For the first and last time; for, like a pad,
Or hawk, or bride, most mortals, after one
Old Erse or Irish, or it may be Punic (The antiquarians who can settle time,
Which settles all things, Roman, Greek, or Ropic, Swear that Pat's language sprung from the same clime
With Hannibal, and wears the Tyrian tunie
A thing of impulse and a child of song:
Or the sensation (if that phrase seemn wrong), And afterwards, if he must needs destroy.
In sucli good company as always throng
Or loved, it was with what we call « the best Intentions,» which form all mankind's trump-ard.
To be produced when brought up to the test. The statesman, hero, harlot, lawyer--ward
Off each attack when people are in quest Of their designs, by saying they meant well; 'Tis pity that such meanings should pave hell.com
Whether hell's pavement--if it be so paved-
Not by the numbers good intent hath saved, But by the mass who go below without
Those ancient good intentions, which once shaved And smooth'd the brimstone of that street of hell Which bears the greatest likeness to Pall Mall.
Warrior from warrior in their grim career,
Just at the close of the tirst bridal year,
Was on a sudden rather puzzled bere,
Be that the greater part were kill'd or wounded,
About; a circumstance which has confounded
Of his whole army, which so much abounded
No Cæsar, but a fine young lad, who fought
Stopp'd for a minute, as perhaps he ought For a much longer time; then, like an ass
(Start not, kind reader; since great Homer thought This simile enough for Ajax, Juan Perhaps may find it better than a new one),
And, what was stranger, never look d behind;
Over the hills, a fire enough to blind
He stumbled on, to try if he could find
Of bis own corps, nor even the corps, which had
Account for every thing which may look bad
It was not marvellous that a mere lad,
And left at large, like a young heir, to make
As travellers follow over bog and brake An « igois fatuus,» or as sailors stranded
Unto the nearest but themselves betake, So Juan, following honour and his nose, Rush'd where the thickest fire announced most foes.
For he was dizzy, busy, and his veins
The hour, as is the case with lively brains;
And the loud cannon peal'd his hoarsest strains,
Fell in with what was late the second column,
But now reduced, as is a bulky volume, Into an elegant extract ( much less massy)
Of heroism, and took his place with solemn
Who had a retreated,» as the phrase is when
Destruction's jaws into the devil's den;
Knew when and how « to cut and come again,
Except Don Juan-a mere novice, whose
From ignorance of danger, which indues Its votaries, like innocence relying
On its own strength, with careless nerves and thews,-
Which rain d from bastion, battery, para pet,
In this extensive city, sore beset By christian soldiery, a single spot
Which did not combat like the devil as yet, He found a number of chasseurs, all scatter'd By the resistance of the chase they batter'd.
Unto his call, unlike « the spirits from
Says Hotspur, long ere they will leave their home. Their reasons were uncertainty, or shame
At shrinking from a bullet or a bomb,
And though his name than Ajax or Achilles
We shall not see his likeness: he could kill his Man quite as quietly as blows the monsoon
Her steady breath (which some months the same still is); Seldom he varied feature, hue, or muscle, And could be very busy without bustle.
XLVII. And therefore, when he ran away, he did so
So that on cither side some nine or ten Upon rellection, knowing that behind
Paces were left, whereon you could contrive He would find others who would fain be rid so
To march; a great convenience to our men, Of idle apprehensions, which, like wind,
At least to all those who were left alive, Trouble heroic stomachs. Though their lids so Who thus could form a line and fight agaio ; Oft are soon closed, alleroes are not blind,
And that which further aided them to strive But when they light upon immediate death,
Was, that they could kick down the palisades, Retire a little, merely to take breath.
Whicla scarcely rose much higher than grass blades i XLI.
XLVIII. But Johnson only ran off to return
Imong the first, I will not say the first, With many other warriors, as we said,
For such precedence upon such occasions Unto that rather some what misty bourn,
Will oftentimes make deadly quarrels burst
Out between friends as well as allied nations,
Put to such trial John Bull's partial patience,
As say that Wellington at Waterloo And led them back into the heaviest fire.
Was beaten,-though the Prussians say so 100; -—XLII.
XLIX. Egad! they found the second time what they
And that if Blucher, Bulow, Gneisenau, The first time thought quite terrible enough
And God koows who besides in u aur and « ou,» To tly from, malire all woich people say
Had not come up in time to cast an awe Of glory, and all that immortal stuff
Into the hearts of those who fought will now Which fills a regiment (besides their pay,
As tigers combat with an emply craw, That daily shilling which makes warriors tough) — The Duke of Wellington had ceased to show They found on their return the self same welcome, llis orders, also to receive his pensions, Which made some think, and others hnow, a hell come. Which are the heaviest that our history mentions, XLIII.
L. They fell as thick as harvests beneath hail,
But never mind;-«God save the king !» and kings' Grass before scythes, or corn below the sickle,
For if he don't, I doubt if men will longer.Proving that trile old truth, that life's as frail
I think I hear a little bird, who sings, As any other boon for which men stickle.
The people by and by will be the stronger: The Turkisha batteries thrashid thein like a fail,
The veriest jade will wince whose harness wrings Or a good boxer, into a sad pickle
So much into the raw as quite to wrong lier Putting the very bravest, who were knock'd
Beyond the rules of posting, -and the mob
Acast fall sick of imitating Job.
At first it grumbles, then it swears, and then, Of the next bastion, fired away
Like David, flings smooth pebbles 'gainst a giant; And swept, as cales sweep foam away, whole ranks: 10 last it takes to weapons, such as men llowever, Heaven knows how, the Fate who levels
Snatch when despair makes human hearts less pluaat Towns, nations, worlds, in her revolving pranks, Then « comes the tug of war;»- i will come again, So order'd in, amidst these sulphury revels,
I rather doubt; and I would fain say u fie on 'L»
Alone can save the earth from hells pollution.
LII. first one or two, then five, six, and a dozen,
But to continue:-I say not the first, Came mounting quickly up, for it was now
But of the first, our little friend Don Juan All neck or nothing, as, like pitch or rosin,
Walkd o'er the walls of Ismail, as if nursed Flame was showerd forth above as well's below, Ainidst such scenes- - Though this was quite a new 026 So that you scarce could say who best had chosen,- To him, and I should hope to most. The thirst The gentlemen that were the first to show
Of glory, which so pierces through and through ope, Their martial faces on the parapet,
Pervaded him-although a generous creature,
As warm in heart as feminine in feature.
Even from a child, felt like a child; boveer
The man in all the rest might be confess'd; Hail palisado'd in a way you 'd wonder
To him it was Elysium to be there; To see in fords of Netherlands or France
And he could even withstand that awkward test ( Though these to our Gibraltar must knock under)- Which Rousseau points out to the dubious fair, Right in the middle of the parapel,
« Observe your lover when he leaves your arms; Just pamed, these palisades were primly set:
But Juan never left them while they a charms,
LXI. L'nless compelld by fate, or wave, or wind,
Of all men, saving Sylla the man-slayer,
for in life and death most lucky, But here he was ! - where each tie that can bind Of the great names which in our faces stare, Humanity must yield to steel and flame :
The General Boon, back-woodsman of Kentucky, And he, whose very body was all mind,
Was happiest amongst mortals any where;
Of solitude; health slırank not from him-for
Her home is in the rarely-trodden wild, Of Britain's youth depends upon their weight,
Where if men seek her not, and death be more The lightest being the safest: at a distance
Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled He hated cruelty, as all men hate
By habit to what their own hearts abhorBlood, until heated-and even there his own
In cities caged. The present case in point I
Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety;
For which men vainly decimate the throng,--
Not only famous, but of that good fame
Simple, serene, the antipodes of shame,
Which hate nor envy e'er could tinge with wrong; Not reckoning him to be a « base Bezonian »
An active hermit, even in age the child (As Pistol calls it), but a young Livonian.
Of nature, or the Man of Ross run wild.
'T is true he shrank from men even of his nation, As much of German as of Sanscrit, and
When they built up unto his darling trees, In answer made an inclination to
He moved some hundred miles off, for a station The general who held him in command;
Where there were fewer houses and more easeFor, seeing one with riband, black and blue,
The inconvenience of civilization Stars, medals, and a bloody sword in hand,
Is, that you neither can be pleased nor please ;-
He show'd himself as kind as mortal can.
A sylvan tribe of children of the chase,
For sword nor sorrow yet had left a trace
On ber un wrinkled brow, nor could you view
A frown on nature's or on human face; —
And fresh as is a torrent or a tree.
And tall and strong and swift of foot were they, Two loog octaves, pass'd in a little minute;
Beyond the dwarfing city's pale abortions, But in the same small minute, every sin
Because their thoughts had never been the prey Contrived to get itself comprised within it.
Of care or gain: the green woods were their portions; The very cannon, deafen'd by the din,
No sinking spirits told them they grew grey; Grew dumb, for you might almost hear a linnet, No fashion made them apes of her distortions ; As soon as thunder, 'midst the general noise
Simple they were, not savage; and their rilles,
Though very true, were not yet used for triiles.
Motion was in their days, rest in their slumbers, a God made the country, and man made the town,» And cheerfulness the handmaid of their toil; So Cowper says-and I begin to be
Nor yet too many uor 100 few their numbers; Of his opinion, when I see cast down
Corruption could not make their hearts her soil: Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh-
The lust whichi stings, the splendour which encumbers All walls men know, and many never known; With the free foresters divide no spoil; And, pondering on the present and the past,
Serene, not sullen, were the solitudes To deem the woods shall be our home at last.
Of this unsighing people of the woods.
LXXV. So much for nature:- - by way of variety,
Their column, though the Turkish balleries thunder'd Now back to thy great joys, civilization!
Upon them, ne'ertheless bad reach d the rampari, And the sweet consequence of large society,- And naturally thought they could have plunderd War, pestilence, the despot's desolation,
The city, without being further hamnperd; Thic kingly scourge, the lust of notoriety,
But, as it happens to brave men, they blunderdThe millions slain by soldiers for their ration,
The Turks at first pretended to have scamper d The scenes like Catharine's boudoir at three-score, Only to draw them iwixt (wo bastion corners, With Ismail's storin to soften il the more.
From whence they sallied on those Christian scorners. LXIX.
LXXVI. The town was enter'd : first one column made
Then being taken by the tail-a taking Its sanguinary way good-thien another;
Fatal to bishops as to soldiers-these
Cossacks were all cut off as day was breaking,
Leaving as ladılers their heap'd carcasses,
March'd with the brave battalion of Polouzki :-
LXXVII. koulousow, be who afterwards beat back
This valiant man kill'd all the Turks he met, (With some assistance from the frost and snow) But could not eat them, being in his turn Napoleon on his bold and bloody track,
Slain by some Mussulmans, who would pol yei, It happen'd was liimself beat back just now.
Without resistance, see their city burn. lle was a jolly fellow, and could crack
The walls were won, but I was an even bet llis jest alike in face of friend or foe,
Which of the armies would have cause to moura : Though life, and death, and victory were at stake- "T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch, But liere it seern'd his jokes had ceased to take. For one would not retreat, nor t' other thinch. LXXI.
LXXVIII. For, having thrown himself into a ditch,
Another column also suffer d much: Follow'd in haste by various grenadiers,
And here we may remark with the historian, Whose blood the puddle greatly did enrich,
You should but give few cartridges to such He climb'd to where the parapet appears;
Troops as are meant to march with greatest glory on: But there his project reach'd its utmost pitch
When matters must be carried by the touch ('Mongst other deatlıs the General Ribaupierre's Of the bright bayonet, and they all should hurry on, Was much regretted)--for the Moslem men
They sometimes, with a hapkering for existence,
Keep mcrely firing at a foolish distance,
They knew not where, - being carried by the stream (Without the General, who had fallen some time
Was made at length, with those who dared, to climb
And, though the Turk's resistance was sublime, The great and gay Koutousow might have lain
They took the bastion, which the Seraskier
Defended at a price extremely dear.
Among the foremost, offer'd him good quarter,
word which little suits with Seraskiers, Took, like cameleons, some slight tinge of fear, Or at least suited not this valiant Tartar. Opend the ynte callid « kilia» to the groups
lle died, deserving well his country's tears, Of baftled heroes who stood shyly dear,
A savage sort of military martyr. Sliding kuce-deep in lately-frozen mud,
la Englisla naval oflicer, who wishid Now shawd into a marslı of human blood.
To make himn prisoner, was also dish d.
For all the answer to his proposition (I dou't mucli pique myself upon orthography, Was from a pistol-shot that laid him dead ; So that I do not grossly err in facis,
On which the rest, without more intermission, Statistics, tactics, politics, and geography)
Began to lay about willı steel and lead, Having been used to serve on horses' backs,
The pious metals most in requisition Aud no great dilettanti in topography
Ou suchi occasious: not a single head Of fortresses, but fighting where it pleases
Was spared, --iliree thousaud Moslems perish'd here. Their chiefs 10 order,-- were all cut to pieces.
And sixteen bayoucis pierced the Seraskier.