'Tis but to shift accessories and frame, And this our heroine in a trice would be, Save that she wore a peplum and a chiton, Like any modern on the beach at Brighton. Stay, I forget! Of course the sequel shows And lore unfeminine, reserved for those. Who nowadays descant on "Woman's Mission," Or tread instead that "primrose path" to know ledge, That milder Academe-the Girton College. The truth is, she admired . . . a learned man. To shake the centres of domestic peace ;) The "object" here was mildly prepossessing, His ways were primitive; and as to dressing, Sic visum Veneri !-The thing is clear. Her friends were furious, her lovers nettled; Twas much as though the Lady Vere de Vere On some hedge-schoolmaster her heart had settled. Unheard! Intolerable!—a lumbering steer To plod the upland with a mare high-mettled !— They would, no doubt, with far more pleasure hand her To curled Euphorion or Anaximander. And so they used due discipline, of course, Confinement (solitary), and bread and water; Being, they fancied, but a bloodless thing; Or else too well forewarned of that commotion Which poets feign inseparable from Spring To suffer danger from a school-girl notion; Also they hoped that she might find her king, On close inspection, clumsy and Boeotian :— This was acute enough, and yet, between us, I think they thought too little about Venus. 1 "Unwisely," surely. But 'tis well to mention Something, I know, of this sort is related In Garrick's life. However, the man came, Wistfully, sadly, and it put him out, Although he went on steadily, but faster. There were some maladies he'd read about Which seemed, at first, most difficult to master; They looked intractable at times, no doubt, But all they needed was a little plaster; This was a thing physicians long had pondered, Considered, weighed . . . and then . . . and then he wandered. ('Tis so embarrassing to have before you A silent auditor, with candid eyes; With lips that speak no sentence to restore you, And aspect, generally, of pained surprise; Then, if we add that all these things adore you, Tis really difficult to syllogise : Of course it mattered not to him a feather, But still he wished . . . they'd not been left together.) "Of one," he said, continuing, "of these The young especially should be suspicious; Seeing no ailment in Hippocrates Could be at once so tedious and capricious; No seeming apple of Hesperides More fatal, deadlier, and more deliciousPernicious, he should say,-for all its seeming . . ." It seemed to him he simply was blaspheming. If she had only turned askance, or uttered Word in reply, or trifled with her brooch, Or sighed, or cried, grown petulant, or fluttered, He might (in metaphor) have "called his coach"; Yet still, while patiently he hemmed and stuttered, She wore her look of wondering reproach; (And those who read the "Shakespeare of Romances " Know of what stuff a girl's "dynamic glance" is.) "But there was still a cure, the wise insisted, There was no riddle but at last should be O sovran Love! how far thy power surpasses Aught that is taught of Logic or the Schools! Here was a man, “far seen" in all the classes, Strengthened of precept, fortified of rules, Mute as the least articulate of asses; Nay, at an age when every passion cools, Conscious of nothing but a sudden yearning Stronger by far than any force of learning! Therefore he changed his tone, flung down his wallet, Described his lot, how pitiable and poor; The hut of mud,-the miserable pallet, The alms solicited from door to door; The scanty fare of bitter bread and sallet,-Could she this shame,-this poverty endure? I scarcely think he knew what he was doing, But that last line had quite a touch of wooing. And so she answered him,-those early Greeks She could and would:-and said it as one speaks Who takes no course without much careful weighing. . . . Was this, perchance, the answer that he hoped ? It might, or might not be. But they eloped. Sought the free pine-wood and the larger air,The leafy sanctuaries, remote and inner, Where the great heart of nature, beating bare, Receives benignantly both saint and sinner ;--Leaving propriety to gasp and stare, And shake its head, like Burleigh, after dinner, From pure incompetence to mar or mend them: They fled and wed;-though, mind, I don't defend them. |