LV. Suwarrow chiefly was on the alert, Surveying, drilling, ordering, jesting, pondering; For the man was, we safely may assert, A thing to wonder at beyond most wondering; Hero, buffoon, half-demon, and half-dirt, Praying, instructing, desolating, plundering; Now Mars, now Momus; and when bent to storm A fortress, Harlequin in uniform. LIV. The day before the assault, while upon drill- 'Twas much that he was understood at all; But whether from his voice, or speech, or manner, They found that he had fought beneath their banner. LVII. Whereon immediately at his request They brought him and his comrades to head quarters; Their dress was Moslem, but you might have guess'd LVIII. Suwarrow, who was standing in his shirt And lecturing on the noble art of killing,- LIX. Suwarrow, when he saw this company [cast Of Cossacques and their prey, turn'd round and Upon them his slow brow and piercing eye:- [last, "Whence come ye?"-" From Constantinople Captives just now escaped," was the reply. [pass'd "What are ye?”. "What you see us." Briefly This dialogue; for he who answer'd knew To whom he spoke, and made his words but few. "Your names?" LX. "Mine's Johnson, and my com rade's Juan; The other two are women, and the third Is neither man nor woman. The chief threw on The party a slight glance, then said, "I have heard Your name before, the second is a new one: To bring the other three here was absurd: But let that pass :-I think I have heard your name In the Nikolaiew regiment?"- "The same." "You were the first i' the breach?"- "I was not slack At least to follow those who might be so." "What follow'd?"-" A shot laid me on my back, And I became a prisoner to the foe." "You shall have vengeance, for the town surrounded Is twice as strong as that where you were wounded. LXII. "Where will you serve?" “Where'er you please." "I know You like to be the hope of the forlorn, And doubtless would be foremost on the foe After the hardships you've already borne. And this young fellow-say what can he do? He with the beardless chin and garments torn?" "Why, general, if he hath no greater fault In war than love, he had better lead the assault." LXIII. "He shall if that he dare." Here Juan bow'd LXIV. "So now, my lads, for glory!"— Here he turn'd And drill'd away in the most classic Russian, Until each high, heroic bosom burn'd For cash and conquest, as if from a cushion A preacher had held forth (who nobly spurn'd [on All earthly goods save tithes) and bade them push To slay the Pagans who resisted, battering The armies of the Christian Empress Catherine. LXV. Johnson, who knew by this long colloquy Among the foremost; but if you'd express LXVI. "Right! I was busy, and forgot. Why, you The stranger stripling may remain with me; LXVII. But here a sort of scene began to ensue : Although their haram education led Doubtless to that of doctrines the most true, Passive obedience,- now raised up the head, With flashing eyes and starting tears, and flung Their arms, as hens their wings about their young, LXVIII. O'er the promoted couple of brave men Or plunged a province or a realm in grief. Of blood and tears must flow the unebbing sea. LXIX. Suwarrow, who had small regard for tears, And not much sympathy for blood, survey'd [trade Men's hearts against whole millions, when their Is butchery, sometimes a single sorrow Will touch even heroes-and such was Suwarrow. |