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XXIX. And since “there's safety in a multitude Of counsellors," as Solomon has said, Or some one for him, in some sage, grave mood; – Indeed we see the daily proof display'd In senates, at the bar, in wordy feud, Where'er collective wisdom can parade, Which is the only cause that we can guess Of Britain's present wealth and happiness;– XXX. But as “there's safety” grafted in the number “Of counsellors,” for men, – thus for the sex A large acquaintance lets not Virtue slumber; Or should it shake, the choice will more perplex– Variety itself will more encumber. "Midst many rocks we guard more against wrecks; And thus with women : howsoe'er it shocks some's Self-love, there's safety in a crowd of coxcombs. XXXI. But Adeline had not the least occasion For such a shield, which leaves but little merit To virtue proper, or good education. Her chief resource was in her own high spirit, Which judged mankind at their due estimation; And for coquetry, she disdain'd to wear it: Secure of admiration, its impression Was faint, as of an every-day possession. XXXII. To all she was polite without parade ; To some she show'd attention of that kind Which flatters, but is flattery convey'd In such a sort as cannot leave behind A trace unworthy either wife or maid; — A gentle, genial courtesy of mind, To those who were, or pass'd for meritorious, Just to console sad glory for being glorious; XXXIII. Which is in all respects, save now and then, A dull and desolate appendage. Gaze Upon the shades of those distinguish'd men, Who were or are the puppet-shows of praise, The praise of persecution. Gaze again On the most favour'd ; and amidst the blaze Of sunset halos o'er the laurel-brow'd, What can ye recognise — a gilded cloud. XXXIV. There also was of course in Adeline That calm patrician polish in the address, Which ne'er can pass the equinoctial line Of any thing which nature would express ; Just as a mandarin finds nothing fine, – At least his manner suffers not to guess, That any thing he views can greatly please. Perhaps we have borrow'd this from the Chinese — XXXV. Perhaps from Horace: his “ Nil admirari” Was what he call'd the “Art of Happiness;" An art on which the artists greatly vary, And have not yet attain'd to much success.
However, 'tis expedient to be wary: Indifference certes don't produce distress;
And rash enthusiasm in good society
Were nothing but a moral inebriety.
But Adeline was not indifferent: for
(Now for a common-place :) beneath the snow, As a volcano holds the lava more
Within—et cartera. Shall I go on ? — No 1 I hate to hunt down a tired metaphor,
So let the often-used volcano go. Poor thing ! How frequently, by me and others, It hath been stirr'd up till its smoke quite smothers
I'll have ano.her figure in a trice: –
What say you to a bottle of champagne 7 Frozen into a very vinous ice,
Which leaves few drops of that immortal rain, Yet in the very centre, past all price,
About a liquid glassful will remain ;
'Tis the whole spirit brought to a quintessence;
And thus the chilliest aspects may concentre A hidden nectar under a cold presence.
And such are many—though I only meant her From whom I now deduce these moral lessons,
On which the Muse has always sought to enter. And your cold people are beyond all price, When once you have broken their confounded ice.
But after all they are a North-West Passage
Unto the glowing India of the soul; And as the good ships sent upon that message
Have not exactly ascertain'd the Pole (Though Parry's efforts look a lucky presage),
Thus gentlemen may run upon a shoal ; For if the Pole's not open, but all frost (A chance still), 'tis a voyage or vessel lost.
And young beginners may as well commence
But heaven must be diverted ; its diversion
Is sometimes truculent—but never mind: The world upon the whole is worth the assertion
(If but for comfort) that all things are kind: And that same devilish doctrine of the Persian, 2
Of the two principles, but leaves behind As many doubts as any other doctrine Has ever puzzled Faith withal, or yoked her in.
author of evil, so tremendous in all the effects of which credulity accounts him the prinary cause, as to that of his great opponent, who is loved and adored as the father of all that is good and bountiful. Nay, such is the timid servility of human nature, that the worshippers will neglect the altar of the Author of good, rather than that of Arimanes ; trusting with indifference to the well-known mercy of the one, while they shrink from the idea of irritating the vengeful jealousy of the awful father of evil.” – Siw WALTER Scott : Demonology, p. 88.]
Ere patriots their true country can remember; –
XLIX. | I've done with my tirade. The world was gone; The twice two thousand, for whom earth was made, Were vanish'd to be what they call alone — l That is, with thirty servants for parade, As many guests, or more ; before whom groan | As many covers, duly, daily laid. Let none accuse old England's hospitality – | Its quantity is but condensed to quality. L. | Lord Henry and the Lady Adeline Departed like the rest of their compeers, | The peerage, to a mansion very fine; The Gothic Babel of a thousand years. | None than themselves could boast a longer line, Where time through heroes and through beauties And oaks as olden as their pedigree [stcers; Told of their sires, a tomb in every tree. LI. A paragraph in every paper told Of their departure: such is modern fame: 'T is pity that it takes no farther hold Than an advertisement, or much the same : When, ere the ink be dry, the sound grows cold. The Morning Post was foremost to proclaim – “Departure, for his country scat, to-day, Lord H. Amundeville and Lady A.
“We understand the splendid host intends
To entertain, this autumn, a select And numerous party of his noble friends: [correct.
Midst whom we have heard, from sources quite The Duke of D the shooting season spends,
With many more by rank and fashion deck'd;
And thus we see – who doubts the Morning Post 7
(Whose articles are like the “Thirty-nine,” Which those most swear to who believe them most)—
Our gay Russ Spaniard was ordain'd to shine, Deck'd by the rays reflected from his host,
With those who, Pope says, “greatly daring dine."— 'T is odd, but true, – last war the News abounded More with these dinners than thc kill'd or wounded ; –
LIV. As thus: “On Thursday there was a grand dinner; Present, Lords A. B. C.”—Earls, dukes, by name Announced with no less pomp than victory's winner : Then underneath, and in the very same Column; date, “Falmouth. There has lately been here The Slap-dash regiment, so well known to fame; Whose loss in the late action we regret: The vacancies are fill'd up — see Gazette." | LV. To Norman Abbey whirl'd the noble pair, – | An old, old monastery once, and now Still older mansion 3, − of a rich and rare Mix'd Gothic, such as artists all allow
night-cap : — hence that self-reproaching melancholy which was eternally crossing and unnerving him, - hence the cars. heaving of soul with which he must have written, in His Italian villeggiatura, this glorious description of his own lost ancestral seat. – LockiLART, 1824.]
But these had fallen, not when the friars fell,
But in a higher niche, alone, but crown'd,
The Virgin Mother of the God-born Child, 6 With her Son in her blessed arms, look'd round,
Spared by some chance when all beside was spoil'd; She made the earth below seem holy ground.
This may be superstition, weak or wild,
A mighty window, hollow in the centre,
Shorn of its glass of thousand colourings, Through which the deepen'd glories once could enter,
Streaming from off the sun like seraph's wings, | Now yawns all desolate: now loud, now fainter, ;
The gale sweeps through its fretwork, and oft
The owl his anthem, where the silenced quire
But in the noontide of the moon, and when
The wind is winged from one point of heaven, There moans a strange unearthly sound, which then
Is musical — a dying accent driven | Through the huge arch, which soars and sinks again.
Some deem it but the distant echo given Back to the night wind by the waterfall, And harmonised by the old choral wall :
Others, that some original shape, or form
Shaped by decay perchance, hath given the power (Though less than that of Memnon's statue 7, warm
In Egypt's rays, to harp at a fix'd hour) To this grey ruin, with a voice to charm
Sad, but serene, it sweeps over tree or tower; The cause I know not, nor can solve ; but such The fact: — I've heard it, — once perhaps too much 8
the middle whereof is the Virgin Mary with Babe or.” – Thoroton.]
7 [The history of this wonderful statue seems to be simply this: — Herodotus, when he went into Egypt, was shown the fragments of a colossus, thrown down some years before by Cambyses. This he calls Memnon: but says not a syllable respecting its emitting a vocal sound ; a prodigy which ap
ars to have been an after-thought of the priests of Thebes. #. upper part of this statue has been covered by the sand for many ages; it is that which yet remains on its pedestal which performs the wonders mentioned by so many travellers. — In a word, the whole appears to have been a trick, not ill adapted to such a place as Egypt, where men went, and still go, with a face of foolish wonderment, predisposed to swallow the grossest absurdities. The sound (for some sound there was), I incline to think, with De Pauw, proceeded from an excavation near the plinth, the sides of which might be struck, at a preconcerted moment, with a bar of sonorous metal. Even Savary, who saw nothing but prodigies in Egypt, treats this foolish affair as an artifice of the priests. So much for the harp of Memnon – Gir road. See also Sir David Brewster's Natural Magic, p. 234.]
By way of sprinkling, scatter'd amongst these, There also were some Irish absentees.
There was Parolles, too, the legal bully,
Who limits all his battles to the bar
He shows more appetite for words than war.
Come out and glimmer'd as a six weeks' star. There was Lord Pyrrho, too, the great freethinker; And Sir John Pottledeep, the mighty drinker.
LXXXV. There was the Duke of Dash, who was a —duke, “Ay, every inch a” duke; there were twelve peers Like Charlemagne's—and all such peers in look And intellect, that neither eyes nor ears For commoners had ever them mistook. There were the six Miss Rawbolds—pretty dears 1 All song and sentiment; whose hearts were set Less on a convent than a coronet. LXXXVI. There were four Honourable Misters, whose Honour was more before their names than after; There was the preux Chevalier de la Ruse, [here, Whom France and Fortune lately deign'd to waft Whose chiefly harmless talent was to amuse; But the clubs found it rather serious laughter, Because—such was his magic power to please— The dice seem'd charm'd, too, with his repartees.