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 66 LXVI. Right I was busy, and forgot. Why, you Will join your former regiment, which should be Now under arms. Ho! Katskoff, take him to (Here he call'd up a Polish orderly) His post, I mean the regiment Nikolaiew: The stranger stripling may remain with me; LXVII. But here a sort of scene began to ensue : The ladies, who by no means had been bred To be disposed of in a way so new, 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 Who were thus honour'd by the greatest chief That ever peopled hell with heroes slain, Or plunged a province or a realm in grief. Oh, foolish mortals! Always taught in vain! Oh, glorious laurel! since for one sole leaf Of thine imaginary deathless tree, Of blood and tears must flow the unebbing sea. LXIX. Suwarrow, who had small regard for tears, Of feeling: for however habit sears [trade Men's hearts against whole millions, when their Is butchery, sometimes a single sorrow Will touch even heroes-and such was Suwarrow. LXX He said, and in the kindest Calmuck tone, 66 Why, Johnson, what the devil do you mean By bringing women here? They shall be shown All the attention possible, and seen In safety to the waggons, where alone In fact they can be safe. You should have been Aware this kind of baggage never thrives: Save wed a year, I hate recruits with wives." LXXI. May it please your excellency," thus replied Our British friend, " these are the wives of others, And not our own. I am too qualified By service with my military brothers To break the rules by bringing one's own bride LXXII. "But these are but two Turkish ladies, who To them, poor things, it is an awkward scrape. I therefore, if you wish me to fight freely, Request that they may both be used genteelly." LXXIII. Meantime these two poor girls, with swimming eyes, In aspect, plainly clad, besmear'd with dust, LXXIV. For every thing seem'd resting on his nod, To see the sultan, rich in many a gem, (That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem,) With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without. LXXV. John Johnson, seeing their extreme dismay, Don Juan, who was much more sentimental, Swore they should see him by the dawn of day, Or that the Russian army should repent all And, strange to say, they found some consolation In this for females like exaggeration. : LXXVI. And then with tears, and sighs, and some slight kisses, They parted for the present-these to await, According to the artillery's hits or misses, What sages call Chance, Providence, or Fate(Uncertainty is one of many blisses, A mortgage on Humanity's estate)While their beloved friends began to arm, To burn a town which never did them harm. LXXVII. Suwarrow,-who but saw things in the gross, And as the wind a widow'd nation's wail, (So that their efforts should at length prevail) As wife and friends did for the boils of Job,— What was't to him to hear two women sob Nothing. LXXVIII. The work of glory still went on In preparations for a cannonade. As terrible as that of Ilion, If Homer had found mortars ready made; But now, instead of slaying Priam's son, We only can but talk of escalade, [bullets; Bombs, drums, guns, bastions, batteries, bayonets, Hard words, which stick in the soft Muses' gullets. |