CHAPTER III. O DEVILS! if your damn'd condition On me you vent your azure spite! To" purge your colour from my sight!" If from my cradle you've pursued me, Ye lower, I dare you, and defy! I do not stoop to soothe, and flatter you; Nor, like Tom Moore, with praise bespatter you! I do not call you the sublime Feelings of gentlemen who rhyme. I don't wrap angel wings about you, And that you're "deeply interesting!" These devils in our Isle's immense city, On Chang seem'd settled for the present! Moodier and darker every hour, His visage and his spirit seem; * Mr. Moore, in his Life of Lord Byron, was pleased to talk very finely indeed about melancholy. Thinking his doctrine pernicious to the growth of common sense, I expressed that opinion in “ Paul Clifford ;" though, of course, with that deference that an ordinary man owes to a great one; whereon certain critics-friends possibly of Mr. Moore, were extremely wroth. I beg pardon of these gentlemen!--If melancholy be poetical, may they be poetical all the rest of their lives! God forbid that I should disturb their sombre satisfaction! They are right in defending their bad spirits their only claim to intellect is worth preserving! And, wheresoe'er his steps are wending, And when with kindly voice and eye, All things,-pursuits, that pleased before, Sometimes you his lips might see Moving fast unconsciously; But aloud no word was uttered, And his flesh and members quivered, Like a man but just delivered From a peril or a sin! Strange and terrible, I ween, Had the contrast of that look For, whate'er their feelings took very So--all the while you shunned to trace But oft, when Mary with her sweet With a fixed and charmed eye, And a quick and startled sigh, Would his panting heart pursue her! As if--to use the fairy words--- *"And when I shall meet Thy silvery feet, My soul I'll pour unto thee." Herrick. Yet sometimes e'en her magic failed, And sometimes if, her voice addrest With which the light Ching would beguile Upon her brow--and seeing grieved ;—- In his gloomy eye-ball glittered; For, since Chang's had been imbittered, (Wherefore he but dimly guest) Ching's warm nature had been spelled ; Of man's true ends, and Nature's laws, |