X. The Prince de Ligne was wounded in the knee; Count Chapeau-Bras too had a ball between His cap and head, which proves the head to be Aristocratic as was ever seen, 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, Insisting on removal of the prince, Amidst some groaning thousands dying near,— The General Markow, who could thus evince XII. Three hundred cannon threw up their emetic, Mortality! thou hast thy monthly bills; XIII. There the still varying pangs, which multiply Which meet the gaze, whate'er it may regard— The groan, the roll in dust, the all-white eye Turn'd back within its socket,-these reward Your rank and file by thousands, while the rest May win, perhaps, a ribbon at the breast! XIV. Yet I love glory; glory 's a great thing; A moderate pension shakes full many a sage, Half-pay for life, make mankind worth destroying. XV. The troops, already disembark'd, push'd on Had set to work as briskly as their brothers: Quite orderly, as if upon parade. XVI. And this was admirable; for so hot The fire was, that were red Vesuvius loaded, Besides its lava, with all sorts of shot And shells, or hells, it could not more have goaded. Of officers a third fell on the spot, A thing which victory by no means boded To gentlemen engaged in the assault : Hounds, when the huntsman tumbles, are at fault. 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, A couplet, or an elegy to claim, XVIII. And therefore we must give the greater number In ditches, fields, or wheresoe'er they felt ; Thrice happy he whose name has been well spelt. In the dispatch; I knew a man whose loss XIX. Juan and Johnson join'd 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. XX. Thus on they wallow'd in the bloody mire Of dead and dying thousands,-sometimes gaining A yard or two of ground, which brought them nigher To some odd angle for which all were straining; At other times, repulsed by the close fire, Which really pour'd as if all hell were raining, Instead of heaven, they stumbled backwards o'er A wounded comrade, sprawling in his gore. XXI. Though❜t was Don Juan's first of fields, and though Perhaps might make him shiver, yawn, or throw Indeed he could not. XXII. But what if he had? There have been and are heroes who begun With something not much better, or as bad: Frederick the Great from Molwitz deign'd to run For the first and last time; for, like a pad, Or hawk, or bride, most mortals, after one Warm bout, are broken into their new tricks, And fight like fiends for pay or politics. XXIII. He was what Erin calls, in her sublime (The antiquarians who can settle time, Which settles all things, Roman, Greek, or Runic, Swear that Pat's language sprung from the same clime With Hannibal, and wears the Tyrian tunic Of Dido's alphabet; and this is rational XXIV. But Juan was quite "a broth of a boy," Or the sensation (if that phrase seem wrong), 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 XXVI. I almost lately have begun to doubt hell." pave Whether hell's pavement-if it be so paved— Must not have latterly been quite worn out, Not by the numbers good intent hath saved, But by the mass who go below without 5 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 When, after a good deal of heavy firing, 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 Of his whole army, which so much abounded XXIX. Juan, who had no shield to snatch and was He knew not why, arriving at this pass, Stopp'd for a minute, as perhaps he ought For a much longer time; then, like an ass— (Start not, kind reader; since great Homer thought This simile enough for Ajax, Juan Perhaps may find it better than a new one)— XXX. Then, like an ass, he went upon his way, He stumbled on, to try if he could find 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, Rush'd where the thickest fire announced most foes. XXXIII. He knew not where he was, nor greatly cared, The hour, as is the case with lively brains ; XXXIV. And, as he rush'd along, it came to pass he Of heroism, and took his place with solemn |