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Just at this crisis up came Johnson too,
Who had "retreated," as the phrase is when
Knew when and how to cut and come again,"
And so, when all his corps were dead or dying,
On its own strength, with careless nerves and thews,--Johnson retired a little, just to rally
Those who catch cold in "shadows of death's valley."
And there, a little shelter'd from the shot,
Which rain'd from bastion, battery, parapet, Rampart, wall, casement, house-for there was not In this extensive city, sore beset
By christian soldiery, a single spot
Which did not combat like the devil as yet, He found a number of chasseurs, all scatter'd By the resistance of the chase they batter❜d.
And these he call'd on; and, what 's strange, they came Unto his call, unlike "the spirits from
The vasty deep," to whom you may exclaim,
Says Hotspur, long ere they will leave their home. Their reasons were uncertainty, or shame
At shrinking from a bullet or a bomb,
And that old impulse, which, in wars or creeds,
By Jove! he was a noble fellow Johnson,
And though his name, than Ajax or Achilles, Sounds less harmonious, underneath the sun soon We shall not see his likeness: he could kill his
Man quite as quietly as blows the monsoon
Her steady breath (which some months the same still is); Seldom he varied feature, hue, or muscle,
And could be very busy without bustle.
And therefore, when he ran away, he did so
But Johnson only ran off to return
And led them back into the heaviest fire.
Egad! they found the second time what they
That daily shilling which makes warriors tough)— They found on their return the self-same welcome, Which made some think, and others know, a hell come
They fell as thick as harvests beneath hail,
Grass before scythes, or corn below the sickle,
Proving that trite old truth, that life 's as frail
any other boon for which men stickle.
The Turks, behind the traverses and flanks
First one or two, then five, six, and a dozen,
Flame was showered forth above as well 's below,
Or those who thought it brave to wait as yet.
But those who scaled, found out that their advance
Had palisado'd in a way you 'd wonder
(Though these to our Gibraltar must knock under)— Right in the middle of the parapet
Just named, these palisades were primly set :
So that on either side some nine or ten
Paces were left, whereon you could contrive
And that which further aided them to strive
Was, that they could kick down the palisades,
Among the first, I will not say the first,
Put to such trial John Bull's partial patience,
Was beaten, though the Prussians say so too;—
And that if Blucher, Bulow, Gneisenau,
And God knows who besides in "au" and "ou,"
Had not come up in time to cast an awe
Into the hearts of those who fought till now
As tigers combat with an empty craw,
The Duke of Wellington has ceased to show!
His orders, also to receive his pensions,
Which are the heaviest that our history mentions.
But never mind ;—" God save the king!" and kings!
The people by and by will be the stronger :
At first it grumbles, then it swears, and then,
At last it takes to weapons, such as men
Snatch when despair makes human hearts less pliant. war ;"-'t will come again,
Then " comes the tug of
I rather doubt; and I would fain say "fie on 't,"
If I had not perceived that revolution
Alone can save the earth from hell's pollution.
But to continue -I say not the first,
But of the first, our little friend Don Juan Walk'd o'er the walls of Ismail, as if nurst
Amidst such scenes-though this was quite a new one To him, and I should hope to most. The thirst
Of glory, which so pierces through and through one, Pervaded him-although a generous creature, As warm in heart as feminine in feature.
And here he was—who, upon woman's breast,
To him it was Elysium to be there;
And he could even withstand that awkward test
Which Rousseau points out to the dubious fair, "Observe your lover when he leaves your arms;" But Juan never left them, while they'd charms,
Unless compell'd by fate, or wave, or wind,
Humanity must yield to steel and flame :
Flung here by fate or circumstance, which tame The loftiest, hurried by the time and place, Dash'd on like a spurr'd blood-horse in a race.
So was his blood stirr'd while he found resistance,
Of Britain's youth depends upon their weight,
The General Lascy, who had been hard prest,
To Juan, who was nearest him, address'd
His thanks, and hopes to take the city soon, Not reckoning him to be a "base Bezonian " (As Pistol calls it), but a young Livonian.
Juan, to whom he spoke in German, knew
The general who held him in command ;
Short speeches pass between two men who speak
Is perpetrated ere a word can break
Upon the ear, and sounds of horror chime
In, like church-bells, with sigh, howl, groan, yell, prayer, There cannot be much conversation there.
And therefore all we have related in
Two long octaves, pass'd in a little minute ; But in the same small minute, every sin Contrived to get itself comprised within it.
The very cannon, deafen'd by the din,
Grew dumb, for you might almost hear a linnet,