'Twas  the  boy's"  mite,"  and  like  the  "widow's,"

Perhaps  be  weigh'd  hereafter,  if  not  now ;    [may
But  whether  such  things  do  or  do  not  weigh,

All  who  have  loved,  or  love,  will  still  allow
Life  has  nought  like  it.    God  is  love,  they  say,

And  Love's  a  God,  or  was  before  the  brow
Of  earth  was  wrinkled  by  th%  sins  and  tears
Of— hut  Chionology  best  knows  the  years.
vn.
We  left  our  hero  and  third  heroine  in

A  kind  of  state  more  awkward  than  nncomniof%
For  gentlemen  must  sometimes  risk  their  skin

f'or  that  sad  tempter,  a  forbidden  woman :
Sultans  too  much  abhor  this  sort  of  sin.
And  don't  agree  at  all  with  the  wise  Roman,
Heroic,  stoic  Cato,  the  sententious.
Who  lent  his  lady  to  his  friend  Hortenmus.
vni.
I  know  Gulbeyas  was  extremely  wrong ;

I  own  it,  I  deplore  it,  I  condemn  it ;
But  I  detest  all  fiction,  even  in  song,

And  so  must  tell  the  truth,  howe'er  you  blame  it
Her  reason  being  weak,  her  passions  strong.
She  thought  that  her  lord's  heart  (even  could  she
Was  scarce  enough ;  for  he  had  fifty-nine  [claim  it)
Years,  and  a  fifteen-hundredth  concubine.
IX.
I  am  not,  like  Cassio,  **  an  arithmetician,"

But  by  "  the  bookish  theoric  "  it  appears,
If  'tis  summ'd  up  with  feminine  precision.
That,  adding  to  the  account  his  highness'  years.
The  fair  Sultana  err'd  from  inanition  ;

For,  were  the  Sultan  just  to  all  his  dears,
She  could  but  claim  the  fiftcen-hundreth  part
Of  what  should  be  monopoly— the  heart.
X.
It  is  observed  that  ladies  are  litigious
Upon  all  legal  objects  of  possession,  -^

And  not  the  least  so  when  they  are  religious,  [sion.
