LXXVIII. All this she told with some confusion and A "strange coincidence," to use a phrase LXXIX. The damsels, who had thoughts of some great harm. Began, as is the consequence of fear, To scold a little at the false alarm That broke for nothing on their sleeping ear. The matron, too, was wroth to leave her warm Bed for the dream she had been obliged to hear, And chafed at poor Dudù, who only sigh'd, And said, that she was sorry she had cried. LXXX. I've heard of stories of a cock and bull; To take us from our natural rest, and pull The whole Oda from their beds at half-past three, Would make us think the moon is at its full. You surely are unwell, child! we must see, To-morrow, what his Highness's physician Will say to this hysteric of a vision. (1) [One of the advocates employed for Queen Caroline in the House of Lords spoke of some of the most puzzling passages in the history of her intercourse with Bergami, as amounting to "odd instances of strange coincidence."] LXXXI. "And poor Juanna, too, the child's first night With you, Dudu, a good night's rest have known; LXXXII. Lolah's eyes sparkled at the proposition; But poor Dudù, with large drops in her own, Implored that present pardon might be shown LXXXIII. She promised never more to have a dream, For laughter-but she felt her spirits low, LXXXIV. And here Juanna kindly interposed, And said she felt herself extremely well Where she then was, as her sound sleep disclosed When all around rang like a tocsin bell: She did not find herself the least disposed To quit her gentle partner, and to dwell Apart from one who had no sin to show Save that of dreaming once" mal-à-propos." LXXXV. As thus Juanna spoke, Dudù turn'd round LXXXVI. And so good night to them,-or, if you will, Good morrow-for the cock had crown, Began to clothe each Asiatic hill, and light And the mosque crescent struggled into sight Of the long caravan, which in the chill Of dewy dawn wound slowly round each height That stretches to the stony belt, which girds Asia, where Kaff looks down upon the Kurds. LXXXVII. With the first ray, or rather grey of morn, Array'd herself with mantle, gem, and veil. LXXXVIII. And that's the moral of this composition, Their voices 'gainst each other, which is natural, LXXXIX. Rose the sultana from a bed of splendour, To brook a ruffled rose-leaf by his side,- So agitated was she with her error, She did not even look into the mirror. [pride; XC. Also arose about the self-same time, And of a wife by whom he was abhorr'd; A thing of much less import in that climeAt least to those of incomes which afford The filling up their whole connubial cargoThan where two wives are under an embargo. XCI. He did not think much on the matter, nor He liked to have a handsome paramour XCII. And now he rose; and after due ablutions He drank six cups of coffee at the least, In Catherine's reign, whom glory still adores |