Note 6. Stanza cxlviii.

Is it for this that General Count O'Reilly,

Who took Algiers, declares I used him vilely?

Donna Julia here made a mistake, Count O'Re did not take Algiers-but Algiers very nearly took hi he and his army and fleet retreated with great loss, not much credit, from before that city, in the

year 15

DON JUAN.

CANTO II.

I.

н ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, pray ye flog them upon all occasions,

It mends their morals; never mind the pain : The best of mothers and of educations,

In Juan's case, were but employed in vain, Since in a way, that's rather of the oddest, he Became divested of his native modesty.

II.

Ilad he but been placed at a public school,
In the third form, or even in the fourth,
Ilis daily task had kept his fancy cool,

At least had he been nurtured in the north
Spain may prove an exception to the rule,

;

But then exceptions always prove its worthA lad of sixteen causing a divorce Puzzled his tutors very much, of course.

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III.

I can't say that it puzzles me at all,

If all things be consider'd : first there was His lady mother, mathematical,

A - never mind; his tutor, an old ass ; A pretty woman- -(that's quite natural,

Or else the thing had hardly come to pass); A husband rather old, not much in unity With his young wife-a time, and opportunity.

IV.

Well-well, the world must turn upon its axis,
And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails,
And live and die, make love, and pay our taxes,
And as the veering wind shifts, shift our sails;
The king commands us, and the doctor quacks us,
The priest instructs, and so our life exhales,
A little breath, love, wine, ambition, fame,
Fighting, devotion, dust-perhaps a name.

V.

I said, that Juan had been sent to Cadiz-
A pretty town, I recollect it well-
'Tis there the mart of the colonial trade is
(Or was, before Peru learn'd to rebel);
And such sweet girls-I mean such graceful ladies,
Their very walk would make your bosom swell;

I can't describe it, though so much it strike,
Nor liken it-I never saw the like:

VI.

An Arab horse, a stately stag, a barb

New broke, a camelopard, a gazelle,

No-none of these will do ;—and then their garb !
Their veil and petticoat-Alas! to dwell
Upon such things would very near absorb

A canto-then their feet and ancles !—well, Thank Heaven I've got no metaphor quite ready (And so my sober Muse-come let's be steady

VII.

Chaste Muse-well, if you must, you must)—the veil
Thrown back a moment with the glancing hand,
While the o'erpowering eye, that turns you pale,
Flashes into the heart :-All sunny land
Of love! when I forget you, may I fail

To--say my prayers-but never was there plann'd A dress through which the eyes give such a volley, Excepting the Venetian Fazzioli.

VIII.

But to our tale: the Donna Inez sent

Her son to Cadiz only to embark;

To stay there had not answer'd her intent,

But why?-we leave the reader in the dark"T was for a voyage that the young man was meant, As if a Spanish ship were Noah's ark,

To wean him from the wickedness of earth,
And send him like a dove of promise forth.

IX.

Don Juan bid his valet pack his things
According to direction, then received

A lecture and some money: for four springs
He was to travel; and, though Inez grieved
(As every kind of parting has its stings),

She hoped he would improve-perhaps believed: A letter, too, she gave (he never read it)

Of good advice and two or three of credit.

In the mean time, to pass her hours away,
Brave Inez now set up a Sunday-school
For naughty children, who would rather play
(Like truant rogues) the devil or the fool;
Infants of three years old were taught that day,
Dunces were whipp'd or set upon a stool:
The great success of Juan's education
Spurr'd her to teach another generation.

XI.

Juan embark'd-the ship got under weigh,
The wind was fair, the water passing rough;
A devil of a sea rolls in that bay,

As I, who 've cross'd it oft, know well enough: And, standing upon deck, the dashing spray

Flies in one's face, and makes it weather-tough: And there he stood to take, and take again, Ilis first-perhaps his last-farewell of Spain.