There is a flower call'd Love in Idleness,'
For which see Shakspeare's ever-blooming
garden :-

I will not make his great description less,
And beg his British godship's humble pardon,
If, in my extremity of rhyme's distress,

I touch a single leaf where he is warden :-
But though the flower is different, with the French
Or Swiss Rousseau, cry 'Voilà la Pervenche!"
LXXVI.
Eureka! I have found it! What I mean
To say is, not that love is idleness,
But that in love such idleness has been
An accessory, as I have cause to guess.
Hard labour's an indifferent go-between;

Your mer of business are not apt to express Much passion, since the merchant-ship the Argo Convey'd Medea as her supercargo.

LXXVII.

'Beatus ille procul!' from 'negotiis,'t Saith Horace: the great little poet's wrong;

* See 'La Nouvelle Heloise," † Hor. Epod. Od. ii.

X.

Fair Adeline, the more ingenuous
Where she was interested (as was said),
Because she was not apt, like some of us,
To like too readily, or too high bred
To show it (points we need not now discuss),-
Would give up artlessly both heart and head
Unto such feelings as seem'd innocent,
For objects worthy of the sentiment.

XI.

Some parts of Juan's history, which Rumour, That live-gazette, had scatter'd, to disfigure, She had heard; but women hear with more good humour

Such aberrations, than we men of rigour : Besides, his conduct since in England grew more Strict, and his mind assumed a manlier vigour; Because he had, like Alcibiades,

The art of living in all climes with ease.

XII.

His manner was perhaps the more seductive,
Because he ne'er seem'd anxious to seduce;
Nothing affected, studied, or constructive,
Of coxcombry or conquest: no abuse
Of his attractions marr'd the fair perspective,
To indicate a Cupidon broke loose,
And seem to say, 'Resist us if you can'—
Which makes a dandy, while it spoils a man.

XIII.

They are wrong-that's not the way to set about it;

As, if they told the truth, could well be shown. But, right or wrong, Don Juan was without it: In fact, his manner was his own alone. Sincere he was-at least you could not doubt it, In listening merely to his voice's tone. The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

XIV.

By nature soft, his whole address held off
Suspicion though not timid, his regard
Was such as rather seem'd to keep aloof,
To shield himself, than put you on your guard:
Perhaps 'twas hardly quite assured enough,

But modesty's at times its own reward,
Like virtue; and the absence of pretension
Will go much further than there's need to men-

tion.

XV.

Serene, accomplish'd, cheerful, but not loud;
Insinuating, without insinuation;
Observant of the foibles of the crowd,

Yet ne'er betraying this in conversation; Proud with the proud, yet courteously proud, So as to make them feel he knew his station And theirs-without a struggle for priority, He neither brook'd nor claim'd superiority

As it is necessary in these times to avoid ambiguity, I sav that I mean by Diviner still, Christ. If ever God was mad. or man God,-He was both. I never arraigned His creed the use, or abuse, made of it. Mr Canning one day qu Christianity to sanction negro slavery, and Mr Wilberforce had little to say in reply. And was Christ crucified that black a might be scourged? If so, He had better been born a Ma latto, to give both colours an equal chance of freedom, or least salvation.

[Thou finely would'st say all!
Say something well

Say something ill if thou
Wouldst bear the bell
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