EXTRACT IX. Venice. The English to be met with every where. - Alps and Threadneedle Street.— The Simplon and the Stocks. — Rage for travelling. Blue Stockings among the Wahabees.· Parasols and Pyramids. — Mrs. Hopkins and the Wall of China. AND is there then no earthly place, Where we can rest, in dream Elysian, Without some curst, round English face, Popping up near, to break the vision? 'Mid northern lakes, 'mid southern vines, Unholy cits we're doom'd to meet; Nor highest Alps nor Apennines Are sacred from Threadneedle Street! If up the Simplon's path we wind, "And-(zooks, we're mounting up to heaven!)"Will soon be down to sixty-seven." Go where we may-rest where we will, The trash of Almack's or Fleet Ditch- If Blues desert their coteries, Nor fear of Mamelukes forbids Young ladies, with pink parasols, To glide among the Pyramids *. *It was pink spencers, I believe, that the imagination of the French traveller conjured up. Why, then, farewell all hope to find And toast upon the Wall of China! EXTRACT X. Mantua. Verses of Hippolyta to her Husband. THEY tell me thou'rt the favour'd guest* Of every fair and brilliant throng; No wit, like thine, to wake the jest, No voice like thine, to breathe the song. * Utque ferunt lætus convivia læta Et celebras lentis otia mista jocis ; Aut cithara æstivum attenuas cantuque calorem. Sola tuos vultus referens Raphaelis imago And none could guess, so gay thou art, That thou and I are far apart. Alas, alas, how different flows, With thee and me the time away. Not that I wish thee sad, heaven knows- I only know that without thee The sun himself is dark for me. Do I put on the jewels rare So oft hast braided o'er my brow, Thus deck'd, through festive crowds to run, And all th' assembled world to see, All but the one, the absent one, Worth more than present worlds to me! No, nothing cheers this widow'd heartMy only joy, from thee apart, From thee thyself, is sitting hours And days, before thy pictur'd form. That dream of thee, which Raphael's powers Have made with all but life-breath warm! |