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Is yet within the unread events of time.
Thus far, go forth, thou lay, which I will back Against the same given quantity of rhyme,
For being as much the subject of attack As ever yet was any work sublime,
By those who love to say that white is black. So much the better!-I may stand alone,
But would not change my free thoughts for a throne.
NOTES TO CANTO XI.
Note 1. Stanza xix.
Who on a lark, with black-eyed Sal (his blowing),
The advance of science and of language has rendered it unnecessary to translate the above good and true English, spoken in its original purity by the select mobility and their patrons. The following is a stanza of a song which was very popular, at least in my early days:
On the high toby-spice flash the muzzle,
In spite of each gallows old scout,
If you at the spelken can't hustle,
You'll be hobbled in making a clout.
Then your blowing will wax gallows haughty,
She il surely turn snitch for the forty,
That her Jack may be regular weight.
If there be any gem'man so ignorant as to require a traduction, I refer him to my old friend and corporeal pastor and master, John Jackson, Esq., Professor of pugilism; who, I trust, still retains the strength and symmetry of his model of a form, together with his good humour, and athletic as well as mental accomplishments.
Note 2. Stanza xxix.
St. James's Palace and St. James's "Hells."
66 Hells," gaming-houses. What their number may now be in this life, I know not. Before I was of age I knew them pretty accurately, both "gold" and "silver." I was once nearly called out by an acquaintance, because when he asked me where I thought that his soul would be found hereafter, I answered, "In Silver Hell."
Note 3. Stanza xliii.
And therefore even I won't anent
This subject quote.
66 Anent" was a Scotch phrase meaning " concerning,"-" with regard to." It has been made English by the Scotch Novels; and, as the Frenchman said—“ If it be not, ought to be English."
Note 4. Stanza xlix.
The milliners who furnish "drapery misses."
"Drapery misses." This term is probably any thing now but a mystery. It was however almost so to me when I first returned from the East in 1811-1812. It means
a pretty, a high-born, a fashionable young female, well instructed by her friends, and furnished by her milliner with a wardrobe upon credit, to be repaid, when married, by the husband. The riddle was first read to me by a young and pretty heiress, on my praising the "drapery " of an "untochered" but "pretty virginities" (like Mrs. Anne Page) of the then day, which has now been some years yesterday: --she assured me that the thing was common in London; and as her own thousands, and blooming looks, and rich simplicity of array, put any suspicion in her own case out of the question, I confess I gave some credit to the allegation. If necessary, authorities might be cited, in which case I could quote both "drapery" and the Let us hope, however, that it is now obsolete.
Note 5. Stanza lx.
T is strange the mind, that very fiery particle,
"Divinæ particulam auræ."
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that
But when we hover between fool and sage,
Too old for youth-too young, at thirty-five,
To herd with boys, or hoard with good threescore
I wonder people should be left alive;
But, since they are, that epoch is a bore :
Oh gold! why call we misers miserable?
Theirs is the pleasure that can never pall,
Ye who but see the saving man at table,
And scorn his temperate board, as none at all, And wonder how the wealthy can be sparing,
Know not what visions spring from each cheese-paring.
Love or lust makes man sick, and wine much sicker;
But making money, slowly first, then quicker,
Who hold the balance of the world? Who reign
(That make old Europe's journals squeak and gibber all)? Who keep the world, both old and new, in pain
Or pleasure? Who make politics run glibber all?
The shade of Bonaparte's noble daring?—
Jew Rothschild, and his fellow-christian Baring.
Those, and the truly liberal Laffitte,
Are the true lords of Europe. Every loan
Is not a merely speculative hit,
But seats a nation or upsets a throne. Republics also get involved a bit;
Columbia's stock hath holders not unknown On 'Change; and even thy silver soil, Peru, Must get itself discounted by a Jew.
Why call the miser miserable? as
I said before the frugal life is his, Which in a saint or cynic ever was
The theme of praise: a hermit would not miss Canonization for the self-same cause,
And wherefore blame gaunt wealth's austerities? Because, you'll say, nought calls for such a trial;— Then there's more merit in his self-denial.
He is your only poet ;-passion, pure
And sparkling on from heap to heap, displays, Possess'd, the ore, of which mere hopes allure Nations athwart the deep the golden rays Flash up in ingots from the mine obscure;
On him the diamond pours its brilliant blaze;
The lands on either side are his; the ship
His very cellars might be kings' abodes,