"Where will you serve?"—"Where'er you please." "I know You like to be the hope of the forlorn, And doubtless would be foremost on the foe After the hardships you've already borne. And this young fellow say what can he do? He with the beardless chin and garments torn ?" "He shall if that he dare." Here Juan bow'd Men's hearts against whole millions, when their trade Is butchery, sometimes a single sorrow Will touch even heroes-and such was Suwarrow. LXX. He said, and in the kindest Calmuck tone,- In safety to the waggons, where alone In fact they can be safe. You should have been Aware this kind of baggage never thrives : Save wed a year, I hate recruits with wives." LXXI. "May it please your excellency," thus replied Our British friend, "these are the wives of others, And not our own. I am too qualified By service with my military brothers To break the rules by bringing one's own bride LXXII. "But these are but two Turkish ladies, who To them, poor things, it is an awkward scrape. I therefore, if you wish me to fight freely, Request that they may both be used genteelly." LXXIII. Meantime these two poor girls, with swimming eyes, In aspect, plainly clad, besmear'd with dust, LXXIV. For every thing seem'd resting on his nod, (That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem,) With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without. Oh, thou eternal Homer! who couldst charm Arms to which men will never more resort, Much less than is the hope of every court, Which now is leagued young Freedom to annoy ; But they will not find Liberty a Troy :LXXX. Oh, thou eternal Homer! I have now To paint a siege, wherein more men were slain, With deadlier engines and a speedier blow, Than in thy Greek gazette of that campaign; And yet, like all men else, I must allow, To vie with thee would be about as vain As for a brook to cope with ocean's flood; But still we moderns equal you in blood; LXXXI. If not in poetry, at least in fact; And fact is truth, the grand desideratum! Of which, howe'er the Muse describes each act, There should be ne'ertheless a slight substratum. But now the town is going to be attack'd; Great deeds are doing-how shall I relate 'em? Souls of immortal generals! Phoebus watches To colour up his rays from your despatches. LXXXII. Oh, ye great bulletins of Bonaparte ! Oh, ye less grand long lists of kill'd and wounded! Shade of Leonidas, who fought so hearty, When my poor Greece was once, as now, surrounded! Oh, Cæsar's Commentaries! now impart, ye A portion of your fading twilight hues, LXXXIII. When I call "fading" martial immortality, I mean, that every age and every year, And almost every day, in sad reality, Some sucking hero is compell'd to rear, Who, when we come to sum up the totality Of deeds to human happiness most dear, Turns out to be a butcher in great business, Afflicting young folks with a sort of dizziness. LXXXIV. Medals, rank, ribands, lace, embroidery, scarlet, To women; there is scarce a crimson varlet LXXXV. At least he feels it, and some say he sees, This Canto, ere my Muse perceives fatigue. The next shall ring a peal to shake all people, Like a bob-major from a village steeple. LXXXVI. Hark! through the silence of the cold, dull night, Along the leaguer'd wall and bristling bank The stars peep through the vapours dim and dank, Which curl in curious wreaths :- how soon the smoke Of Hell shall pall them in a deeper cloak! LXXXVII. Here pause we for the present as even then The march the charge! the shouts of either faith! V. And such they are,- and such they will be found : Not so Leonidas and Washington, [This Canto Is almost entirely filled with the taking of Ismail by storm. It would be absurd to attempt, in prose, even a feeble outline of the varied horrors which marked that celebrated scene of ruthless and indiscriminate carnage; the noble writer has depicted them with all that vivid and appalling fidelity, which, on such a theme, might be expected from his powerful muse; and, if any thing can add to the shuddering sensation we experience in reading these terrific details, it is the consideration that poetry, in this instance, instead of dealing in fiction, must necessarily relate a tale that falls short of the truth. CAMPBELL.] 2 [La nuit était obscure; un brouillard épais ne nous permettait de distinguer autre chose que le feu de notre artillerie, dont l'horizon était embrasé de tous côtés: ce feu, partant du milieu du Danube, se réfléchissait sur les eaux, et offrait un coup d'œil très-singulier."— Hist. de la Nouvelle Russie, tom. iii. p. 209.] ["À peine eut on parcouru l'espace de quelques toises au-delà des batteries, que les Turcs, qui n'avaient point tiré pendant toute la nuit s'apperçevant de nos mouvemens, commencèrent de leur côté un feu très-vif, qui embrasa le reste de l'horizon: mais ce fut bien autre chose lorsque, avancés davantage, le feu de la mousqueterie commença dans toute l'étendue du rempart que nous appercevions. Ce fut alors que la place parut à nos yeux comme un volcan dont le feu sortait de toutes parties.' -Ibid. p. 209.] Whose every battle-field is holy ground, Which breathes of nations saved, not worlds undone. How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound! While the mere victor's may appal or stun The servile and the vain, such names will be A watchword till the future shall be free. VI. 2 The night was dark, and the thick mist allow'd The column order'd on the assault scarce pass'd Answering the Christian thunders with like voices: The Prince de Ligne was wounded in the knee; 4 ["Un cri universel d'Allah! qui se répétait tout autour de la ville, vint encore rendre plus extraordinaire cet instant, dont il est impossible de se faire une idée."-Hist. de la N. R. p. 209.] 5 Allah Hu! is properly the war cry of the Mussulmans, and they dwell on the last syllable, which gives it a wild and peculiar effect. 6[" Toutes les colonnes étaient en mouvement; celles qui attaquaient par eau commandées par le général Arseniew, essuyerent un feu épouvantable, et perdirent avant le jour un tiers de leurs officiers." Ibid.] Because it then received no injury More than the cap; in fact, the ball could mean No harm unto a right legitimate head : "Ashes to ashes"-why not lead to lead? XI. Also the General Markow, Brigadier, Amidst some groaning thousands dying near,— The General Markow, who could thus evince Three hundred cannon threw up their emetic, Mortality! thou hast thy monthly bills; Thy plagues, thy famines, thy physicians, yet tick, Like the death-watch, within our cars the ills Past, present, and to come; —but all may yield To the true portrait of one battle-field. XVII. But here I leave the general concern, To track our hero on his path of fame : He must his laurels separately earn; For fifty thousand heroes, name by name, Though all deserving equally to turn A couplet, or an elegy to claim, Would form a lengthy lexicon of glory, And what is worse still, a much longer story: XVIII. And therefore we must give the greater number Juan and Johnson joined a certain corps, And fought away with might and main, not knowing 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, glowing, But fighting thoughtlessly enough to win, To their two selves, one whole bright bulletin. principalement composées des grenadiers de Fanagorie, escaladaient le retranchement et la palissade."— Hist. de la N. R. p. 210.] 4 A fact: see the Waterloo Gazettes. I recollect remarking at the time to a friend :-" There is fame! a man is killed, his name is Grose, and they print it Grove." I was at college with the deceased, who was a very amiable and clever man, and his society in great request for his wit, gaiety, and "Chansons à boire." But Juan was quite "a broth of a boy," Or the sensation (if that phrase seem wrong), And afterward, if he must needs destroy, In such good company as always throng To battles, sieges, and that kind of pleasure, No less delighted to employ his leisure; XXV. But always without malice: if he warr'd Or loved, it was with what we call "the best Intentions," which form all mankind's trump card, 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 meaning should pave hell."2 XXVI. I almost lately have begun to doubt Whether hell's pavement-if it be so pavedMust not have latterly been quite worn out, 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. XXVII. Juan, by some strange chance, which oft divides XXVIII. I don't know how the thing occurr'd-it might Be that the greater part were kill'd or wounded, And that the rest had faced unto the right About; a circumstance which has confounded Cæsar himself, who, in the very sight Of his whole army, which so much abounded In courage, was obliged to snatch a shield, And rally back his Romans to the field. 9 1 See General Valancey and Sir Lawrence Parsons. 2 The Portuguese proverb says that "hell is paved with good intentions."- [See antè, p. 518.] 3 [" "The Nervii marched to the number of sixty thousand, and fell upon Cæsar, as he was fortifying his camp, and had not the least notion of so sudden an attack. They first routed his cavalry, and then surrounded the twelfth and the seventh legions, and killed all the officers. Had not Cæsar snatched a buckler from one of his own men, forced his way through the combatants before him, and rushed upon the barbarians; or had not the tenth legion, seeing his danger, ran from the heights where they were posted, and mowed Juan, who had no shield to snatch, and was Stopp'd for a minute, as perhaps he ought Perhaps may find it better than a new one); — XXX. Then, like an ass, he went upon his way, And, what was stranger, never look'd behind; But seeing, flashing forward, like the day Over the hills, a fire enough to blind Those who dislike to look upon a fray, He stumbled on, to try if he could find A path, to add his own slight arm and forces To corps, the greater part of which were corses. XXXI. Perceiving then no more the commandant Of his own corps, nor even the corps, which had It was not marvellous that a mere lad, XXXII. Perceiving nor commander nor commanded, Unto the nearest hut themselves betake; XXXIII. He knew not where he was, nor greatly cared, And the loud cannon peal'd his hoarsest strains, He rush'd, while earth and air were sadly shaken By thy humane discovery, Friar Bacon !5 XXXIV. And as he rush'd along, it came to pass he But now reduced, as is a bulky volume Of heroism, and took his place with solemn Air 'midst the rest, who kept their valiant faces And levell'd weapons still against the glacis. down the enemy's ranks, not one Roman would have survived the battle."- PLUTARCH.] 4 [ N'appercevant plus le commandant du corps dont je faisais partie, et ignorant où je devais porter mes pas, je crus reconnoître le lieu où le rempart était situé; on y faisait un feu assez vif, qu je jugeai étre celui du Général-major de Lascy."-Hist. de la N. R. p. 210.] 3 Gunpowder is said to have been discovered by this friar. [N. B. Though Friar Bacon seems to have discovered gunpowder, he had the humanity not to record his discovery in intelligible language.] |