LXXIV. The effect on Juan was of course sublime : O'er kings, who now at least must talk of law' LXXV. And being told it was "God's house," she said The cruel Nazarenes, who had laid low "I little thought on the hour of death So long as I enjoyed breath, LXXVI. On! on! through meadows, managed like a garden, A Countries of greater heat, but lesser suction, green field is a sight which makes him pardon The absence of that more sublime construction! Which mixes up vines, olives, precipices, Glaciers, volcanos, oranges, and ices. LXXVII. And when I think upon a pot of beer But I won't weep!—and so drive on, postilions! As the smart boys spurr'd fast in their career, Juan admired these highways of free millions; A country in all senses the most dear To foreigner or native, save some silly ones, Who "kick against the pricks" just at this juncture, And for their pains get only a fresh puncture. LXXVIII. What a delightful thing's a turnpike road! Air can accomplish, with his wide wings waving. LXXIX. Alas! how deeply painful is all payment! [purses. Take lives, take wives, take aught except men's As Machiavel shows those in purple raiment, Such is the shortest way to general curses. They hate a murderer much less than a claimant On that sweet ore which every body nurses.— Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket: LXXX. So said the Florentine: ye monarchs, hearken O'er the high hill, which looks with pride or scorn LXXXI. The sun went down, the smoke rose up, as from (1) ["Under his proud survey the city lies, And like a mist beneath a hill doth rise, Whose state and wealth, the business and the crowd, And is, to him who rightly things esteems, No other in effect than what it seems; Where, with like haste, tho' several ways they run, While luxury and wealth, like war and peace, DENHAM.] But Juan felt, though not approaching home, LXXXII. A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping LXXXIII. But Juan saw not this: each wreath of smoke Are bow'd, and put the sun out like a taper, LXXXIV. He paused-and so will I; as doth a crew My gentle countrymen, we will renew (1) [India; America.] To tell you truths you will not take as true, LXXXV. Oh Mrs. Fry! Why go to Newgate? Why A jargon, a mere philanthropic din, LXXXVI. Teach them the decencies of good threescore; Cure them of tours, hussar and highland dresses; Tell them that youth once gone returns no more, That hired huzzas redeem no land's distresses; Tell them Sir William Curtis (2) is a bore, Too dull even for the dullest of excesses, LXXXVII. Tell them, though it may be perhaps too late 'Tis not so to be good; and be it stated, (1) [The Quaker lady, whose benevolent exertions have effected so great a change in the condition of the female prisoners in Newgate.] (2) [This worthy alderman died in 1829.] |