Don Juan By Lord Byron Canto XVI

'T were difficult to say what was the object
  Of Adeline, in bringing this same lay
To bear on what appear'd to her the subject
  Of Juan's nervous feelings on that day.
Perhaps she merely had the simple project
  To laugh him out of his supposed dismay;
Perhaps she might wish to confirm him in it,
Though why I cannot say — at least this minute.

But so far the immediate effect
  Was to restore him to his self-propriety,
A thing quite necessary to the elect,
  Who wish to take the tone of their society:
In which you cannot be too circumspect,
  Whether the mode be persiflage or piety,
But wear the newest mantle of hypocrisy,
On pain of much displeasing the gynocracy.

And therefore Juan now began to rally
  His spirits, and without more explanation
To jest upon such themes in many a sally.
  Her Grace, too, also seized the same occasion,
With various similar remarks to tally,
  But wish'd for a still more detail'd narration
Of this same mystic friar's curious doings,
About the present family's deaths and wooings.

Of these few could say more than has been said;
  They pass'd as such things do, for superstition
With some, while others, who had more in dread
  The theme, half credited the strange tradition;
And much was talk'd on all sides on that head:
  But Juan, when cross-question'd on the vision,
Which some supposed (though he had not avow'd it)
Had stirr'd him, answer'd in a way to cloud it.

And then, the mid-day having worn to one,
  The company prepared to separate;
Some to their several pastimes, or to none,
  Some wondering 't was so early, some so late.
There was a goodly match too, to be run
  Between some greyhounds on my lord's estate,
And a young race-horse of old pedigree
Match'd for the spring, whom several went to see.

There was a picture-dealer who had brought
  A special Titian, warranted original,
So precious that it was not to be bought,
  Though princes the possessor were besieging all.
The king himself had cheapen'd it, but thought
  The civil list he deigns to accept (obliging all
His subjects by his gracious acceptation)
Too scanty, in these times of low taxation.

But as Lord Henry was a connoisseur, —
  The friend of artists, if not arts, — the owner,
With motives the most classical and pure,
  So that he would have been the very donor,
Rather than seller, had his wants been fewer,
  So much he deem'd his patronage an honour,
Had brought the capo d'opera, not for sale,
But for his judgment — never known to fail.

There was a modern Goth, I mean a Gothic
  Bricklayer of Babel, call'd an architect,
Brought to survey these grey walls, which though so thick,
  Might have from time acquired some slight defect;
Who after rummaging the Abbey through thick
  And thin, produced a plan whereby to erect
New buildings of correctest conformation,
And throw down old — which he call'd restoration.

The cost would be a trifle — an 'old song,'
  Set to some thousands ('t is the usual burden
Of that same tune, when people hum it long) —
  The price would speedily repay its worth in
An edifice no less sublime than strong,
  By which Lord Henry's good taste would go forth in
Its glory, through all ages shining sunny,
For Gothic daring shown in English money.

There were two lawyers busy on a mortgage
  Lord Henry wish'd to raise for a new purchase;
Also a lawsuit upon tenures burgage,
  And one on tithes, which sure are Discord's torches,
Kindling Religion till she throws down her gage,
  'Untying' squires 'to fight against the churches;'
There was a prize ox, a prize pig, and ploughman,
For Henry was a sort of Sabine showman.

There were two poachers caught in a steel trap,
  Ready for gaol, their place of convalescence;
There was a country girl in a close cap
  And scarlet cloak (I hate the sight to see, since —
Since — since — in youth, I had the sad mishap —
  But luckily I have paid few parish fees since):
That scarlet cloak, alas! unclosed with rigour,
Presents the problem of a double figure.

A reel within a bottle is a mystery,
  One can't tell how it e'er got in or out;
Therefore the present piece of natural history
  I leave to those who are fond of solving doubt;
And merely state, though not for the consistory,
  Lord Henry was a justice, and that Scout
The constable, beneath a warrant's banner,
Had bagg'd this poacher upon Nature's manor.

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