LII. I won't describe; description is my forte, But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wond'rous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praiseDeath to his publisher, to him 'tis sport; While Nature, tortured twenty thousand ways, Resigns herself with exemplary patience, To guide-books, rhymes, tours, sketches, illustrations. LIII. Along this hall, and up and down, some, squatted Others in monosyllable talk chatted, And some seemed much in love with their own dress, And divers smoked superb pipes decorated With amber mouths of greater price or less; And several strutted, others slept, and some Prepared for supper with a glass of rum.* LIV. As the black eunuch entered with his brace But those who sate, ne'er stirred in any wise: Just as one views a horse to guess his price? Some nodded to the negro from their station, But no one troubled him with conversation. * In Turkey nothing is more common than for the Mussulmans to take several glasses of strong spirits by way of appetizer. I have seen them take as many as six of raki before dinner, and swear that they dined the better for it; I tried the experiment, but was like the Scotchman, who having heard that the birds called kittiewiaks were admirable whets, ate six of them, and complained that "he was no hungrier than when he be gan," LV. He leads them through the hall, and, without stopping, A marble fountain echoes through the glooms LVI. Some faint lamps gleaming from the lofty walls But saddens more by night as well as day, LVII. Two or three seem so little, one seems nothing: More modern buildings and those built of yore, LVIII. A neat, snug study on a winter's night, A book, friend, single lady, or a glass Of claret, sandwich, and an appetite, * A common furniture.-I recollect being received by Ali Pacha, in a room containing a marble basin and fountain, etc. etc. Are things which make an English evening pass; I pass my evenings in long galleries solely, LIX. Alas! man makes that great which makes him little: I grant you in a church 'tis very well: What speaks of Heaven should by no means be brittle, But strong and lasting till no tongue can tell Their names who reared it; but huge houses fit illAnd buge tombs worse-mankind, since Adam fell. Methinks the story of the tower of Babel Might teach them this much better than I'm able. LX. Babel was Nimrod's hunting-seat, and then Reign'd till one summer's day he took to grazing, And Daniel tamed the lions in their den, The people's awe and admiration raising; 'Twas famous, too, for Thisbe and for Pyramus, And the calumniated Queen Semiramis But to resume, should there be (what may not (Though Claudius Rich, Esquire, some bricks has got And written lately two memoirs upon't) Believe the Jews, those unbelievers, who LXIII. Yet let them think that Horace has exprest And "Et sepulchri immemor struis domos" LXIV. At last they reach'd a quarter most retired, Here wealth had done its utmost to encumber Which puzzled nature much to know what art meant. LXV. It seemed, however, but to open on A range or suit of further chambers, which Might lead to, heaven knows where; but in this one The moveables were prodigally rich: Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon, So costly were they; carpets every stitch Of workmanship so rare, they made you wish You could glide over them like a golden fish. LXVI. The black, however, without hardly deigning A glance at that which wrapt the slaves in wonder, Trampled what they scarce trod for fear of staining, As if the milky way their feet was under With all its stars; and with a stretch attaining A certain press or cupboard niched in yonder In that remote recess which you may seeOr if you don't, the fault is not in me. LXVII. I wish to be perspicuous; and the black, Of any Mussulman, whate’er his worth; And yet, though I have said there was no dearth; He chose himself to point out what he thought Most proper for the Christains he had bought. LXVIII. The suit he thought most suitable to each A shawl, whose folds in Cashmire had been nurst, LXIX. While he was dressing, Baba, their black friend, Might probably obtain both in the end, |