XCIII. Their sabres glitter'd o'er her little head, Whence her fair hair rose twining with affright, Because it might not solace "ears polite ;"1 One's hip he slash'd, and split the other's shoulder, And she was chill as they, and on her face A slender streak of blood announced how near Her fate had been to that of all her race; For the same blow which laid her mother here Had scarr'd her brow, and left its crimson trace, As the last link with all she had held dear; 3 Just at this instant, while their eyes were fix'd In Juan's look, pain, pleasure, hope, fear, mix'd With infant terrors, glared as from a trance, A pure, transparent, pale, yet radiant face, Like to a lighted alabaster vase ; XCVII. Up came John Johnson (I will not say "Jack," For that were vulgar, cold, and common-place On great occasions, such as an attack On cities, as hath been the present case): Up Johnson came, with hundreds at his back, Exclaiming : "Juan Juan ! On, boy! brace Your arm, and I'll bet Moscow to a dollar, That you and I will win St. George's collar. 4 XCVIII. "The Seraskier is knock'd upon the head, But the stone bastion still remains, wherein Our kill'd, already piled up to the chin, [" But never mention hell to cars polite."-POPE.] ["Ce spectacle m'attira bientôt, et je n'hésitai pas, comme on peut le croire, à prendre entre mes bras cette infortunée, que les barbares voulaient y poursuivre encore. J'eus bien de la peine à me retenir et à ne pas percer ces miserables du sabre que je tenais suspendu sur leur tête:-jo me contentai cependant de les éloigner, non sans leur prodiguer les coups et les injures qu'ils méritaient... RICHELIEU.] " Done, I'll not quit her till she seems secure Of present life a good deal more than we.' Quoth Johnson-" Neither will I quite ensure; But at the least you may die gloriously.". Juan replied -"At least I will endure Whate'er is to be borne-but not resign This child, who is parentless, and therefore mine." CL. Johnson said "Juan, we've no time to lose ; The child's a pretty child-a very pretty — I never saw such eyes-but hark! now choose Between your fame and feelings, pride and pity; Hark! how the roar encreases!- no excuse Will serve when there is plunder in a city ; I should be loath to march without you, but, By God! we'll be too late for the first cut." CIL But Juan was immoveable; until Johnson, who really loved him in his way, Pick'd out amongst his followers with some skill Such as he thought the least given up to prey; And swearing if the infant came to ill That they should all be shot on the next day; But if she were deliver'd safe and sound, They should at least have fifty rubles round, CIII. And all allowances besides of plunder - then For they were heated by the hope of gain, But flank'd by five brave sons (such is polygamy, - Am I Describing Priam's, Peleus', or Jove's son ? Neither but a good, plain, old, temperate man, Who fought with his five children in the van. > 3 [... J'eus le plaisir d'apperçevoir que ma petite prisonnière n'avait d'autre mal qu'une coupure légère que lui avait faite au visage le mème fer qui avait percé sa mère.”. RICHELIEU.] 4 A Russian military order. 5 ["Le sultan périt dans l'action en brave homme, digne d'un meilleur destin; ce fut lui qui rallia les Turcs lorsque l'ennemi pénétra dans le place: ce sultan, d'une valeur éprouvée, surpassait en générosité les plus civilisés de sa CVI. To take him was the point.-The truly brave, But he would not be taken, and replied Whereon the Russian pathos grew less tender, CVIII. And spite of Johnson and of Juan, who Expended all their Eastern phraseology He hew'd away, like doctors of theology Nay, he had wounded, though but slightly, both And pour'd upon him and his sons like rain, CX. That drinks and still is dry. At last they perish'd— His third was sabred; and the fourth, most cherish'd The eldest was a true and tameless Tartar, As ever Mahomet pick'd out for a martyr, Who only saw the black-eyed girls in green, And what they pleased to do with the young khan nation; cinq de ses fils combattaient à ses côtés, il les encourageait par son exemple."-Hist. de la N. R. tom. iii. p. 215.] 1 ["At Bender, after the fatal battle of Pultawa, Charles gave a proof of that unreasonable obstinacy, which occasioned all his misfortunes in Turkey. When advised to write to the grand vizier, according to the custom of the Turks, he said it was beneath his dignity. The same obstinacy placed him ne And that's the cause no doubt why, if we scan Your houris also have a natural pleasure In lopping off your lately married men, To wish him back a bachelor now and then. Thus the young khan, with houris in his sight, Whereas, if all be true we hear of heaven So fully flash'd the phantom on his eyes, That when the very lance was in his heart, On his soul, like a ceaseless sunrise, dart :- CXVI. But with a heavenly rapture on his face, The good old khan, who long had ceased to see Houris, or aught except his florid race Who grew like cedars round him gloriouslyWhen he beheld his latest hero grace The earth, which he became like a fell'd tree, Paused for a moment from the fight, and cast A glance on that slain son, his first and last. CXVII. The soldiers, who beheld him drop his point, But 't was a transient tremor: — with a spring Against the light wherein she dies: he clung Unto the bayonets which had pierced his young; And throwing back a dim look on his sons, In one wide wound pour'd forth his soul at once. cessarily at variance with all the ministers of the Porte." VOLTAIRE.] 2["Ces cinq fils furent tous tués sous ces yeux: il ne cessa point de se battre, répondit par des coups de sabre aux propositions de se rendre, et ne fut atteint du coup mortel qu'après avoir abattu de sa main beaucoup de Kozaks des plus acharnés à sa prise; le reste de sa troupe fut massacré. -Hist. de la N.R. p. 215.] CANTO VIII. CXIX. CXXIV. 'Tis strange enough-the rough, tough soldiers, If here and there some transient trait of pity [" Quoique les Russes fussent répandus dans la ville, le bastion de pierre résistait encore; il était défendu par un vieillard, pacha à trois queues, et commandant les forces réunies à Ismael. On lui proposa une capitulation; il demanda si le reste de la ville était conquis; sur cette réponse, il autorisa quelques-uns de ces officiers à capituler avec M. de Ribas.". Hist. de la N. R. p. 215.] 2 ["Pendant ce colloque, il resta étendu sur des tapis placés sur les ruines de la forteresse, fumant sa pipe avec la mème tranquillité et la mème indifference que s'il eût été étranger à tout ce qui se passait."— Ibid. p. 215.] 3 [No man could describe the horrors which ensued. The ferocious victors, instead of being struck with admiration or respect by the noble defence of the brave garrison, were so enraged at the great slaughter of their fellows which had taken place, that no bounds could be prescribed to the excess of their fury. All order and command seem to have been entirely at an end during the horrors of that terrible night: the officers could neither restrain the slaughter, nor prevent the general plunder, made by the lawless and ferocious soldiers. Thousands of the Turks, incapable of enduring the sight of the horrid scenes of destruction in which all that was dear to them was involved, rushed desperately upon the bayonets of the enemy, in order to shorten their misery; Was shown, and some more noble heart broke through Its bloody bond, and saved, perhaps, some pretty Child, or an aged, helpless man or twoWhat's this in one annihilated city, Where thousand loves, and ties, and duties grew ? Cockneys of London! Muscadins of Paris! Just ponder what a pious pastime war is. while those who could reach the Danube threw themselves headlong into it for the same purpose. The streets and passages were so choked by the heaps of dead and dying bodies which lay in them, as considerably to impede the progress of the victors in their eager search for plunder.DR. LAURENCE, in Ann. Reg. for 1791.] ["On égorgea indistinctement, on saccagea la place; et la rage du vainqueur se répandit comme un torrent furieux qui a renversé les digues qui le rétenaient: personne obtint de grace, et trente huit mille huit cent soisante Turcs périrent dans cette journée de sang."-Hist. de la Nouv. Russie, tom. iii. p. 214. "Among those who fell were a number of the bravest, most experienced, and renowned commanders in the Turkish armies. Six or seven Tartar princes, of the illustrious line A few hundreds of Gherai, likewise perished with the rest. of prisoners were preserved, to serve as melancholy recorders and witnesses of the destruction which they had beheld. In consequence of an accurate inquiry set on foot by an Ottoman commander of rank, it appears that the whole number of Turks, who perished in the slaughter of Ismail, amounted to thirty-eight thousand eight hundred and sixteen."- Dr. LAURENCE.] Y y 4 2 [Mr. Tweddell, who met with Suwarrow in the Ukraine, says" He is a most extraordinary character. He dines every morning about nine. He sleeps almost naked; he affects a perfect indifference to heat and cold; and quits his chamber, which approaches to suffocation, in order to review his troops, in a thin linen jacket, while the thermometer of Reaumur is at ten degrees below freezing. His manners correspond with his humours. I dined with him this morning. He cried to me across the table,- Tweddell !' (he generally addressed me by my surname, without addition) the French have taken Portsmouth- I have just received a CXXXV. He wrote this Polar melody, and set it, To rise against earth's tyrants. Never let it That hour is not for us, but 't is for you: And as, in the great joy of your millennium, You hardly will believe such things were true As now occur, I thought that I would pen you 'em; But may their very memory perish too! Yet if perchance remember'd, still disdain you' More than you scorn the savages of yore, Who painted their bare limbs, but not with gore. CXXXVII. And when you hear historians talk of thrones, The pleasant riddles of futurity- CXXXVIII. Reader! I have kept my word,-at least so far As the first Canto promised. You have now Had sketches of love, tempest, travel, war All very accurate, you must allow, For I have drawn much less with a long bow CXXXIX. With which I still can harp, and carp, and fiddle. What farther hath befallen or may befall The hero of this grand poetic riddle, I by and by may tell you, if at all: Worn out with battering Ismail's stubborn wall, This special honour was conferr'd, because He had behaved with courage and humanity Which last men like, when they have time to pause From their ferocities produced by vanity. His little captive gain'd him some applause For saving her amidst the wild insanity Of carnage, and I think he was more glad in her Safety, than his new order of St. Vladimir. courier from England. The King is in the Tower; and Sheridan, Protector.' A great deal of his whimsical manner is affected: he finds that it suits his troops, and the people he has to deal with. I asked him, if, after the massacre at Ismail, he was perfectly satisfied with the conduct of the day. He said he went home and wept in his tent."- Re mains, p. 135.] 3 [The ostentatious and fantastic display of the bloody trophies taken at Ismail, which were some time after exiibited at Petersburgh, was unworthy the greatness, the magnanimity, and the high character of the Empress Catherine The tragedy should have closed at the conclusion of the last act on the spot. It was attributed more to a destre of gratifying the excessive vanity of Prince Potemkin, which was not easily satiated, than that of the empress herself."-DR. LAURENCE.] [Canto VI., VII., and VIII., if we except some parts of the assault of Ismail, contain a considerably less proportion of the higher class of poetry, than was to be found in those which preceded them. But in the keen and pervading satire, the bitter and biting irony, which constitute the peculiar forte of Lord Byron, we perceive no falling off in these present cantos. Nor are they deficient in that vein of playful humour, and that felicitous transition from grave to gay, from lively to severe," so conspicuous in their predecessors. The execution, on the whole, we think quite equal to that displayed in the earlier parts of the poem. - - CAMPBELL.] 3 [Cantos IX., X., and XI. were written at Pisa, and published in London, by Mr. John Hunt, in August, 1823. We extract the following specimen of contemporary criti cism: "That there is a great deal of what is objectionable in these three cantos, who can deny? What can be more so than to attack the King, with low, vile, personal buffooneriesbottomed in utter falsehood, and expressed in crawling malice? What can be more exquisitely worthy of contempt than the savage imbecility of these eternal tirades against the Duke of Wellington? What more pitiable than the state of mind that can find any gratification in calling such a man as Southey by nicknames that one would be ashamed of applying to a coal-heaver? What can be so abject as this eternal trampling upon the dust of Castlereagh? Lord Byron ought to know that all men, of all parties, unite in regarding all these things, but especially the first and the last, as insults to themselves, and as most miserable degradations of him. "But still Don Juan is, without exception, the first of Lord Byron's works. It is by far the most original in point of conception. It is decidedly original in point of tone. contains the finest specimens of serious poetry he has ever written and it contains the finest specimens of ludicrous poetry that our age has witnessed. Frere may have written the stanza earlier; he may have written it more carefully, more musically, if you will; but what is he to Byron? Where is the sweep, the pith, the soaring pinion, the lavish luxury of genius revelling in strength. No: no: Don Juan, say the It III. Though Britain owes (and pays you too) so much, A prop not quite so certain as before: You are "the best of cut-throats: "7-do not start; Unless her cause by right be sanctified. If you have acted once a generous part, The world, not the world's masters, will decide, And I shall be delighted to learn who, Save you and yours, have gain'd by Waterloo ? V. I am no flatterer-you've supp'd full of flattery: VI. I've done. Now go and dine from off the plate A slice or two from your luxurious meals: 9 Some hunger, too, they say the people feels: There is no doubt that you deserve your ration, But pray give back a little to the nation. canting world what it will, is destined to hold a permanent rank in the literature of our country. It will always be referred to as furnishing the most powerful picture of that vein of thought (no matter how false and bad) which distinguishes a great portion of the thinking people of our time."-BLACKWOOD.] 4 [" Faut qu' lord Villainton ait tout pris, 5 Query, Ney?- Printer's Devil. DE BERANGER.] 6 [The late Lord Kinnaird was received in Paris, in 1814, with great civility by the Duke of Wellington and the royal family of France, but he had himself presented to Buonaparte during the hundred days, and intrigued on with those of that faction, in spite of the Duke's remonstrances, until the rerestored government ordered him out of the French territory in 1816. In 1817, he became acquainted at Brussels with one Marinet, an adventurer mixed up in a conspiracy to assassinate the Duke in the streets of Paris. This fellow at first promised to discover the man who actually shot at his Grace, but, on reaching Paris, shuffled and would say nothing; and Lord Kinnaird's avowed cause of complaint against the Duke was, that he did not protect this creature from the French police, who, not doubting that he had been one of the conspirators against his Grace's life, arrested him accordingly. tried along with the actual assassin, and both were acquitted by the Parisian jury.] He was 7 ["Thou art the best o' the cut-throats."- Macbeth, act iii. sc. iii.] Vide Speeches in Parliament, after the battle of Waterloo. 9"I at this time got a post, being for fatigue, with four others. We were sent to break biscuit, and make a mess for Lord Wellington's hounds. I was very hungry, and thought it a good job at the time, as we got our own till while we broke the biscuit, a thing I had not got for some days. When thus engaged, the Prodigal Son was never once out of my mind; and I sighed, as I fed the dogs, over my humble situation and my ruined hopes."— Journal of a Soldier of the 71st Regiment during the War in Spain. |