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Low were the whispers, manifold the rumours:
Exhaustion, or disorders of the same kin;
""T was only the fatigue of last campaign."
But here is one prescription out of many:
Sode-sulphat. 3. vi. 3. S. Mannæ optim.
Aq. fervent. F. 3. iss. 3. ij. tinct. Sennæ
Haustus" (and here the surgeon came and cupp'd him). "R. Pulv. Com. gr. iii. Ipecacuanhæ
(With more beside, if Juan had not stopp'd 'em), "Bolus potassæ sulphuret. sumendus,
Et haustus ter in die capiendus."
This is the way physicians mend or end us,
"Secundum artem : " but although we sneer
To be fill'd up by spade or mattock, 's near,
Juan demurr'd at this first notice to
Quit; and, though death had threaten'd an ejection, His youth and constitution bore him through,
And sent the doctors in a new direction.
But still his state was delicate: the hue
Of health but flicker'd with a faint reflection Along his wasted cheek, and seem'd to gravel The faculty-who said that he must travel.
The climate was too cold, they said, for him,
Who did not like at first to lose her minion:
And drooping like an eagle's with clipp'd pinion, She then resolved to send him on a mission,
But in a style becoming his condition.
There was just then a kind of a discussion,
Maintain'd with all the due prevarication
With which great states such things are apt to push on;
So Catherine, who had a handsome way
At once her royal splendour, and reward
But she was lucky, and luck 's all. Your queens
Her climacteric teased her like her teens ;
And though her dignity brook'd no complaining,
But time, the comforter, will come at last;
And four-and-twenty hours, and twice that number Of candidates requesting to be placed,
Made Catherine taste next night a quiet slumber :Not that she meant to fix again in haste, Nor did she find the quantity encumber, But always chusing with deliberation, Kept the place open for their emulation.
While this high post of honour 's in abeyance,
(When, a new Iphigene, she went to Tauris),
A bull-dog, and a bull-finch, and an ermine,
Weakness, for what most people deem mere vermin-
For cats and birds more penchant ne'er display'd,
The animals aforesaid occupied
Their station there were valets, secretaries,
Sat little Leila, who survived the parries
Her note, she don't forget the infant girl
Poor little thing! She was as fair as docile,
And with that gentle, serious character,
As rare in living beings as a fossile
Man, 'midst thy mouldy mammoths, "grand Cuvier !" Ill fitted with her ignorance to jostle
With this o'erwhelming world, where all must err :
But she was yet but ten years old, and therefore
Was tranquil, though she knew not why or wherefore.
Don Juan loved her, and she loved him, as
I cannot tell exactly what it was;
He was not yet quite old enough to prove Parental feelings, and the other class,
Call'd brotherly affection, could not move
His bosom for he never had a sister:
Ah! if he had, how much he would have miss'd her!
And still less was it sensual; for besides
That he was not an ancient debauchee
(Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides,
Although ('t will happen as our planet guides)
Just now there was no peril of temptation;
Through his means and the church's, might be paved.
'T was strange enough she should retain the impression
Perhaps she had nothing to confess :-no matter;
In fact, the only christian she could bear
Was Juan, whom she seem'd to have selected
A guardian green in years, a ward connected
They journey'd on through Poland and through Warsaw,
Let not this seem an anti-climax
My guard! my old guard!" exclaim'd that god of clayThink of the thunderer's falling down below
Carotid artery-cutting Castlereagh !—
Alas! that glory should be chill'd by snow!
From Poland they came on through Prussia Proper,
To Germany, whose somewhat tardy millions
Have princes who spur more than their postilions.
And thence through Berlin, Dresden, and the like,
Make my soul pass the equinoctial line
But Juan posted on through Manheim, Bonn,
On which I have not time just now to lecture.
From thence to Holland's Hague and Helvoetsluys, That water-land of Dutchmen and of ditches,
Where juniper expresses its best juice—
The poor man's sparkling substitute for riches. Senates and sages have condemn'd its use—
But to deny the mob a cordial which is
Too often all the clothing, meat, or fuel,
Here he embark'd, and, with a flowing sail,
Went bounding for the island of the free,
Towards which the impatient wind blew half a gale;
By former voyages, stood to watch the skiffs